"Holy shit..."
This move caught Chuck completely off guard. The veins on his forehead bulged as he lost the ability to speak. To be fair, he couldn't blame himself; Janet's physical advantage was tailor-made for this specific technique. That thick, meaty pressure felt as if it were naturally designed to trap and squeeze something.
"Do you like Mommy's great tits?" Janet whispered in a soothing, motherly tone, though the speed of her pumping increased steadily.
Chuck didn't have the breath to answer. On his lower abdomen, those two mounds of flesh felt like a crashing tidal wave. His scorching spear was like a buoy tossed about in a storm, appearing for a split second before being swallowed again by the white surf, sending electric jolts straight to his brain.
Seeing his reaction, Janet's beautiful face lit up with a satisfied smile. She leaned down, letting a string of thick, clear saliva fall between her breasts to serve as lubricant. Her powerful arms and shoulders flexed, driving the friction even harder.
Chuck's breathing became ragged, his abs cording tight. Janet licked her full lips, staring him down with those blue, predatory eyes. "Give it to Mommy, baby. Let it all out."
Her voice was low and seductive. As her wine-red hair brushed against his stomach, the sight of those massive globes sliding up and down his shaft—trailing thick, glistening threads of spit—was too much. The visual impact combined with the physical pressure was pure heaven.
A cold shiver raced up his spine. Chuck gripped Janet's warm knees, his hips thrusting upward in involuntary, rapid jerks. He let out a muffled groan as he flooded the valley between those white mountains.
A few moments later, Chuck exhaled a long, shaky breath, sinking back into the bed. A wave of profound exhaustion, heavier than any he'd felt before, washed over him.
Janet rose gracefully, her thick thighs carrying her off the bed. She grabbed a cloth to wipe the mess from her chest, then gave Chuck's thigh an unceremonious slap. "Reward over, kid. Get out of my bed."
Chuck, who had been savoring the afterglow with half-closed eyes, let out a yawn and climbed up. As he dressed and prepared to head back to the main room, he paused at the doorway, looking back at Janet. She was sitting on the edge of the bed, pulling her shirt back on.
"So, are you still leaving tomorrow?"
"Since you put it that way, I guess not." Janet reached behind her neck to pull her hair out from under her collar, letting it fall over her shoulders like a dark waterfall. Her expression was calm, as if the erotic scene from moments ago hadn't happened. "I'll stay and keep an eye on you two. It'll give me peace of mind."
She looked up at him, her eyes twinkling. "Keep working hard, kid. Take good care of Julia. Maybe Mommy... will give you more rewards in the future." She slowly crossed her legs, her hand intentionally brushing against the swell of her chest.
Chuck felt a stir in his gut. Before he could respond, the familiar screen flickered before his eyes.
[Prompt: Detection of a new Companion successful...] [Name: Janet Alvarez] [Age: 33] [Stats: Beauty: 9.1 | Measurements: 109/70/105 | Experience: 0] [Overall Rating: 9.8! Criteria met. Trust Gauge Activated.] [Current Trust: 30 (Acquaintance)]
Chuck rubbed his nose. Experience: 0? For a woman this mature and worldly, that was a surprise. And her "kink" was apparently being called Mommy... it seemed this tough redhead had a lot of "contrast" waiting to be explored.
The next morning, Chuck was woken by a strange noise.
Thud-thud. Thud-thud. Whooosh—
It sounded like someone pounding on the door, followed by a ghostly whistle. He sat up, shivering as a blast of cold air hit him. The women were still asleep; even Janet was snoring softly in the storage room. He checked his phone: 6:30 AM. He usually rose earlier, but the previous day's bear fight and the late-night session with Janet had drained him.
He looked at the window. The wooden shutter was rattling violently against its bolt. Cold wind screamed through the gaps. The air inside was freezing; even the fire had died down to glowing embers.
Suddenly, a massive gust hit the cabin. The heavy timber beams and the roof actually shook. Chuck's sleepiness vanished. He threw more wood on the fire, then crept to the window to peek through the crack.
Dark clouds choked the sky. It was a hurricane. The palm trees below the cliff were bending at impossible angles, whipping back and forth. The distant sea was a churning black void, lit only by flashes of lightning.
Rain, heat, and now wind, Chuck thought. The island was getting more hostile. Luckily, his Tier 4 wooden house was sturdy enough to hold—barely.
He reached for his clothes, but a jacket was draped over his shoulders before he could grab it.
"Mr. Chuck, don't catch a cold."
He turned to see Kaede. She was naked, her wheat-colored skin glowing in the dim firelight, her short hair a mess from sleep. Chuck smiled and rubbed her head. "You worry about me, but what about you?"
Kaede looked down at her exposed, bouncing breasts. Her nipples were hard from the chill. She blushed. "I'll go get dressed..."
"Don't bother." Chuck pulled her into a tight embrace. "Is that better?"
Kaede's toes curled in happiness. "It's perfect... Mr. Chuck."
The morning "fire" in Chuck's gut flared up. His spear pressed against her tight abdomen. Kaede let out a soft hum and began to grind against him. Chuck looked out at the rain, his mind planning the day, while his hand guided Kaede's head downward.
The volleyball player understood perfectly. She spread her toned, athletic legs and knelt before him.
Gulp...
Warmth enveloped him. The hands that used to spike volleyballs now gripped his thighs; the throat that used to shout plays now bulged as it took him in. Chuck draped his jacket over her back and closed his eyes, savoring her clumsy but earnest mouth-work while the gale roared outside.
By afternoon, the hurricane began to subside. After a marathon session on the large bed involving Elena and a very vocal Momo, Chuck dressed and headed out.
He ran into Janet, who was coming back with a pot of water. She looked at the tangled, exhausted limbs of the women on the bed and sighed at Chuck.
"Chuck, sometimes I think you're like a neighbor's hyperactive Terrier. My God, don't you ever get tired?"
"Want to find out?" Chuck teased.
"Forget it. I'm not letting you have it that easy." She rolled her eyes and went to start the fire.
Chuck laughed and stepped outside. The air was damp and cool. The storm had cleared the way for work. He needed to head back to the black bear's forest. He needed crops to transplant, resin for house upgrades, and other resources.
But he had another mission. The "Silver Ghost." He had set traps on the path last night, but the storm had likely triggered them all. He couldn't sleep soundly while a lethal, misunderstanding-fueled warrior was hunting him.
Rather than wait to be ambushed, he decided to hunt the hunter.
Chuck drew his bronze halberd, pushed aside the dripping branches, and moved silently into the heart of the jungle.