Janet, who had spent years running a ranch in rural North America, maintained a strict fitness regimen, and frequently camped in the wilderness, considered herself fully capable of surviving on this deserted island alone.
Her only reason for staying was to ensure Julia's safety.
Initially, her focus was on Chuck—vetting him to see if he was worthy. But after witnessing him face death against the bear, her doubts about his capability and character had vanished. Her focus then shifted to Julia's supposed pregnancy. She found Elena's explanation—that the girl's belly was merely full of "essence"—utterly absurd.
However, after witnessing the tender, intense scene between the two from the window earlier that day, Janet realized she was being overprotective. A man strong enough to risk his life against a beast for the sake of his women would surely care for Julia more than she ever could.
This meant she no longer had a reason to stay.
Moonlight streamed into the cabin, coating the wine-red-haired, half-naked woman in a silvery glow. Every inch of her skin radiated a healthy luster, delivering a visual impact that hit Chuck like a physical blow. Her massive breasts were heavy, perfectly rounded, and paired with her toned, curvaceous frame, they exuded an intoxicating aura of mature femininity.
Under her steady gaze, Chuck's recently exhausted "spear" began to rise once more, pointing defiantly toward her. Unlike Elena's graceful Eastern elegance, Janet possessed the wild, raw carnality of a Western woman. Her "violent" curves and the subtle muscle lines beneath her skin were enough to wake a man's most primal hungers.
Janet noticed his reaction. Her lips curled into a smirk, and her blue eyes twinkled. She let go of her breasts, letting the massive, heavy globes hang and sway like giant teardrops. Putting her hands in her pockets, she turned toward the storage room, giving Chuck a view of her strong, snowy-white back.
"Come to my bed. Be quiet; don't wake the others."
Chuck didn't hesitate for a second. He followed the rhythmic sway of her heavy hips.
Janet's wooden bed had been reinforced that afternoon. It looked sturdy. Her gray sports jacket was spread across the boards as a sheet, and a life vest served as a pillow.
"Lie down," she said calmly.
Chuck obeyed like a compliant patient at a massage parlor. His eyes locked onto the two "god-tier" orbs in front of him. Last night, her promise had been ambiguous: "I'll let you use them once."
"Them" clearly referred to her spectacular breasts. But "use" was a word open to a vast array of interpretations and positions. His anticipation caused his member to engorge further, pulsing with Blood Qi.
Janet leaned over to stretch her shoulders and caught sight of him. Her blue eyes widened in genuine shock. She knew he was big, but up close... it was thick as a woman's wrist. And his "sack" was equally substantial.
A wild thought crossed her mind: Wait, was Elena actually telling the truth?
Despite her shock, Janet didn't waste time. she hiked a thick, shapely leg over Chuck's knees, straddling his lower body. The scent of her concentrated pheromones hit him instantly—a heavy, musky, womanly aroma. He felt the weighted warmth of her sitting on him, but his vision was dominated by those massive, heaving breasts vibrating with every breath she took.
He could see every detail: the pebbled texture of her large, dark-red areolas and the tiny crevice at the tip of her firm nipples.
Juicy. That was the only word in Chuck's mind. Even though she wasn't lactating like Elena, his brain was practically hallucinating the scent of milk just by looking at them. He reached out instinctively to touch them.
Grab. A warm, firm palm caught his wrist. Janet looked down at him, her pale, beautiful face expressionless.
"Did I say you could touch, kid?"
Chuck frowned. "You said I could use them once."
"Use them, yes. Treat them like a playground? No." Janet's tone was sharp, but a faint blush touched her cheeks. She guided his hand toward her chest herself while her other hand reached down, wrapping around his scorching spear. The sheer heat and hardness of him made her blush deepen. "You only touch when I let you."
Finally, Chuck's palm made contact. Smooth, cool, and incredibly heavy. Unlike Elena's water-balloon softness, Janet's breasts felt denser, meatier. He squeezed, his fingers sinking deep into the flesh, drawing a sultry moan from her throat.
"Mmm..." She looked down at him and smiled. "By the way, your English is improving quite fast, isn't it?"
"Huh? Is it?" Chuck was preoccupied with the feel of her. He realized she was right. Thanks to the mental boost from his Blue Potions, his learning capacity was off the charts. He was no longer just spitting out broken words.
"Appreciate this," Janet said, her thumb circling the tip of his member. "This is likely the only time you'll get to touch them."
Chuck's brow furrowed. "Why?"
"I'm leaving tomorrow," she replied flatly.
"Leaving? Why?"
Janet shook her head. "It's not about why I'm leaving. It's that I have no reason to stay."
"Food, shelter, being with Julia... that's not enough?"
"And the price?" Janet's grip tightened. She began to slide her hand up and down his shaft, her eyes narrowing. "I've seen how you play with Elena and those girls. On the bed, they're just your toys. If you think food and a roof are enough to make me like them, you've got another thing coming."
Chuck let out a dry laugh and withdrew his hand from her breast. "Julia was right. Her aunt is a tough nut to crack." He looked up at her and softened his tone. "Janet, you're Julia's family. That's enough for me. You don't have to overthink it."
A spark of surprise lit up Janet's eyes. She stopped her hand and leaned down, looking him straight in the eye. "So... you like it when a woman takes the lead?"
"What?"
Before he could process the question, a wave of intense stimulation hit him. Janet used both hands, gripping his shaft in opposite directions and began a twisting, wringing friction—a "burn" move that was far more powerful than anything Julia or Elena had tried. Her palms were slightly calloused from ranch work, making the friction even more electrical.
Chuck's abs corded as he let out a muffled groan. Janet's face was now crimson.
"Do you think I'm falling for you, kid?" she whispered, her voice husky and magnetic.
"Who knows?" Chuck grinned through the pleasure.
"Don't dream. I have no interest in you."
Squish, squish, squish.
The rhythmic wringing and twisting made Chuck's lower back ache with a pre-orgasmic sting. He grabbed her soft knees. "Then what are you interested in?"
Janet stopped. She let go of his member and leaned her spectacular upper body forward. Her breasts dangled under the force of gravity, hovering just inches above his pulsing heat.
"You want to know me?"
"I... yeah?" Chuck gasped.
Janet licked her lips, her face glowing with a playful, teasing smile he had never seen before.
"Then call me 'Mommy'."
Chuck went stiff. The request was completely out of left field. But looking at her expression, he understood. Janet wasn't moved by raw machismo; she was a woman who didn't need a man. But she couldn't escape a deeper, more primal instinct: Maternalism.
That morning, seeing Chuck—this powerful protector—collapsing bloodied and pale in her lap, something had awakened in her. She had felt an overwhelming urge to nurture and protect him in his moment of weakness. She wasn't attracted to "strong men" or "soft boys." She was attracted to a strong man's hidden vulnerability.
"Mommy," Chuck said clearly. He didn't care about the labels; he wanted the prize.
The word hit her like a drug. Her nipples turned rock-hard instantly. Her breathing became frantic as she leaned in closer. "Good boy."
She reached back and grabbed his waist, lifting his hips. She slid her knees forward, propping up his pelvis so his member was angled upward.
Then, she took those two massive, veiny, dark-nippled orbs and pressed them together around his shaft. His twenty-centimeter spear was completely buried between the two mounds of flesh.
Chuck's pupils dilated. A tit-fuck from a master.
"Let Mommy take care of you..."
She squeezed the two white mountains together until they were hilariously deformed around him, then began to pump her body up and down with practiced, frantic intensity.