After binding the defeated Russian warrior with tough vines, Chuck hoisted her over his shoulder like a heavy sack of grain. Just as he was about to head back, he caught sight of Tiffany Tang standing to the side, shivering and staring blankly.
"You..."
The moment he spoke, Tiffany flinched violently and reflexively scrambled backward. She tripped over a stone and landed hard on her backside. Seeing the pure terror in her eyes, Chuck fell silent.
He remembered the warmth of their first reunion on the island and the fleeting innocence of that summer break long ago. Looking at her now, it felt like an eternity had passed. The gap between their perspectives was an impenetrable wall. Tiffany still stood on the side of conventional morality, while Chuck had long since embraced his primal instincts to adapt to this law-of-the-jungle island.
From what Kaede and Shizuka had mentioned, Tiffany seemed to have some strong opinions about his lifestyle. Chuck didn't mind her holding onto her own "bottom line," but he had no patience for her trying to impose those standards on others.
"Don't be afraid, and don't flatter yourself," Chuck said coldly. "As long as you stay in your lane, I have no interest in you." He looked toward the dense jungle. Now that the bear was dead, the forest was safe, teeming with fruit and fresh water. It was more than enough for one person to survive.
"Live your life, but don't try to interfere with mine. Otherwise..." He left the threat hanging, turned around, and began the long trek back to the stone platform with the woman on his shoulder.
Behind him, Tiffany finally wiped the tears from her cheeks and stood up. Her small, thin figure looked desolate as she walked back into the cave. Her hope had been extinguished once again. A dangerous thought began to fracture her rigid morality: Maybe in a place like this, ethics have no meaning? Maybe a man as powerful as him is supposed to conquer and play with women like trophies? Am I... the one who isn't normal?
On the way back, Chuck took a different path through the forest. Even though it was late, his Master Botanist perk led him to a startling discovery near the southwest bay: a grove of wild mulberry trees.
Among the leaves, he found wild silkworms. Unlike domestic ones, these were grayish-white and lean, but they were spinning fine, shimmering silk.
Silk! This was the ultimate prize. Chuck had bronze tools and a sturdy house, but clothing remained a primitive struggle. Julia's T-shirt had been shredded, and the fiber garments he made were rough as cardboard, often chafing the women's delicate skin. If he could harvest this silk, he could give them soft, breathable, and—more importantly—erotic clothing. Silk robes, nightgowns, and stockings... the thought alone made him throb.
He marked the location in his mind, intending to return later with Julia to plan the transplanting.
That evening, inside the fire-lit wooden house, Chuck sat at the table using bronze utensils to cut a piece of seared lamb chop.
"Is it good?" Janet asked, leaning on the table with her chin in her hand, her thick, meaty thighs crossed.
"Not bad," Chuck replied, savoring the meal the mature redhead had prepared for him. He leaned back in his chair, resting his hands behind the golden head bobbing between his legs.
Under the table, Julia was on her knees on the bearskin rug, her naked, curvaceous body swaying as she serviced him. She looked up with adoring, jewel-like eyes while her wet tongue swirled around the scorching head of his spear. The sensation of her soft mouth combined with the visual of her eager devotion was more stimulating than a standard fuck.
Janet sighed, glancing under the table at her niece's silver-tongued work. "Hey, I finally cook a meal, and you two can't even wait until after dinner?"
Chuck chuckled, looking at his half-eaten plate. "Blame Julia. Her mouth is too good."
"WTF..." Janet rubbed her nose and looked toward the corner of the room.
There lay the silver-haired Russian woman. Her hands and feet were secured in bronze shackles Chuck had cast using DIY molds. The shackles were connected to vines tied to the heavy roof beams, fixing her to a specific spot on the floor so she couldn't roll or struggle away.
"What are you going to do with her, Chuck?" Janet asked.
"Keep her locked up for now. We'll see," Chuck replied, his breathing hitching as Julia increased the pressure. He wanted the Russian's combat skills, but if she remained stubborn, he'd just use her body at the beach until she broke or died.
Julia was becoming a master of "juice extraction." She used every trick: the "double-twist," the "hotdog bun," and deep-throating until her eyes watered from the gag reflex. She even took his heavy sack into her mouth, licking the rough skin while her palms frictioned the tip.
Chuck reached his limit. Sensing the end, Julia pulled back, her face flushed as she leaned against his chest. "Where do you want it today, Darling?"
"On your face," Chuck rasped.
"Okay~" Julia smiled seductively. She positioned her face right in front of the massive, pulsing tip, her hands performing a final, rapid double-twist. "Come on, Darling. Give your little bitch a facial~"
The combination of her words and her expert grip shattered Chuck's control. A thick, white torrent erupted, coating Julia's beautiful features. However, since it was his first release of the day, the pressure was higher than expected. Some of the spray shot past her, landing right on the remaining third of his lamb chop.
"Hey! You two!" Janet yelled, her face darkening. "If you're not going to eat, don't ruin the food! That's a waste!"
Julia used a finger to wipe some of the cream from her cheek and licked it off, her eyes turning into hearts.
Chuck looked at the "seasoned" lamb chop and smirked. "Don't worry, Janet. We never waste food in this house."
He snapped his fingers. A moment later, Elena, who had been heating water outside, entered the room. Seeing Julia covered in "skincare cream," the voluptuous MILF blushed and knelt beside Chuck.
"Master... you called?"
Slap! Chuck delivered a stinging smack to her heavy, round ass. Elena let out a moan, her eyes turning watery with submission. "Master..."
Chuck picked up the plate of lamb chop and set it on the floor. "Eat."
Leftovers—especially those topped with his "sauce"—were for the pets.