"That kind of reward?"
As Janet's words hung in the air, Chuck's gaze couldn't help but lock onto the two massive "basketballs" straining against her top. His mind flashed back to the day he was sandwiched between them—the sheer weight, the enveloping warmth, and the heavy, plush texture of her breasts.
Without a second of hesitation, Chuck looked into the mature woman's playful sapphire eyes and nodded solemnly. "Name it."
"I asked Julia yesterday, and she said the lamb and mutton in the house were brought back by you from a hunting trip. So, I assume there's a flock of sheep on this island?"
"That's right." Chuck nodded, starting to guess her intent. As a former rancher who had now found a stable life by his side, she naturally wanted to contribute her expertise and create value for the household.
"Wonderful!" Hearing his confirmation, Janet clapped her hands and continued, "The sheep aren't the immediate priority. Goats can jump high, so instead of just a pen, I want to build a proper livestock shed. If we pull this off, we'll have a steady supply of meat, milk, and eventually wool for bedding and warm clothes."
She pointed toward the distant jungle. "But the wood around here isn't strong enough. We need the redwood from the west side of the stone beach to build something sturdy. Can you help me harvest enough timber? I'm afraid I can't manage it alone."
Janet has issued a quest. Do you accept?
For a split second, Chuck felt like a line of subtitles had appeared before his eyes, though his system didn't actually have a quest log. Over the last few days, Chuck's terrifying learning ability had allowed him to become fluent in English, much to the mature woman's amazement.
Chuck rubbed his chin. A livestock shed? Not a bad idea at all. Animal husbandry was a vital pillar of survival, and beyond goats, there were likely more domesticable animals near the lake on the western plains. Furthermore, after the recent hurricane, Chuck was planning to upgrade his house to the Level 5 blueprint—the Wooden Tile House. Combined with the fuel needs for his furnace, he needed a massive amount of hardwood anyway.
Looking at Janet's bright eyes, which were as striking as Julia's, and smelling the faint, maternal scent of her body, Chuck smirked and teased, "Then you have to tell me first... what exactly is the reward this time?"
Janet didn't get angry. Instead, her eyes narrowed, and her smile became even more enchanting. Her gaze dropped to Chuck's crotch, where his loose shorts failed to hide the massive, pulsing bulge between his powerful thighs. She remembered the dinner from before—Chuck eating lamb chops while Julia was under the table, her mouth filled to capacity by that absurdly large organ, making those lewd, squelching sounds...
The red-haired MILF instinctively licked her full lips. She tucked a stray hair behind her ear and stepped closer, bringing a gust of mature, feminine fragrance with her. She leaned in and whispered in a husky, magnetic voice.
"If you're willing to help Mommy... then once the job is done..." She paused, her warm lips grazing his earlobe. "Mommy's mouth is yours to use however you like, okay baby?"
Chuck felt the massive, soft weight of her breasts pressing against his side. He felt a wave of maternal warmth envelop him, sending a tingle from his scalp to his soles. He reached out and squeezed the soft flesh of her hip as his answer, but as he leaned in to kiss those inviting lips, she placed a soft finger against his mouth.
She backed away with a flirtatious wink. "I told you, the reward comes after the work is done." She reached up and patted his head like he was a child. "Such an impatient little boy."
The weather remained calm—perfect for heavy labor. Chuck's goals were clear: upgrade the infrastructure and the house before the next storm hit.
He took Janet and Shizuka with him. Since Shizuka's loyalty had hit 100, her athletic physical stats had received a minor boost. She was now a powerhouse capable of sharing the brunt of the manual labor.
Equipped with bronze axes, they headed for the redwood forest. Chuck checked his blueprints: Level 5 Advanced Furnace and Wooden Tile House, Level 4 Stone Fireplace, and Level 3 Improved Water Tower. The tile house was the priority for storm resistance, while the fireplace and water tower would provide warmth and hot water.
While the "labor team" (Chuck, Shizuka, and Janet) harvested timber and clay, Elena and Kaylee were tasked with firing lime. Julia headed to the beach to collect coral and seawater, and Kaede handled the logistics—preparing food, water, and cleaning.
By evening, thirty thick redwood logs were stacked on the plateau, and the storage room was filled with refined clay and lime. Everyone was exhausted.
As night fell and the firelight flickered in the cabin, it was time for Chuck's nightly "plowing."
Shizuka, Janet, and Kaede, having done the most manual labor, were out cold the moment their heads hit the pillows. However, Julia and Elena—who had been nourished by Chuck's "energy essence" through the Bridge of the Other Side—recovered their stamina rapidly. They were ready for action.
SLAP-SLAP-SLAP-SLAP...
Under the dancing flames, Chuck's hands gripped Elena's plump, mature buttocks. His waist snapped forward, driving his hips into the MILF with savage force. Her long black hair and pale, bountiful flesh rolled like waves in a storm.
With a wet squelch, Chuck lunged forward, his massive spear burying itself to the hilt. A spray of nectar was forced out of her honey-pot, splashing onto the bedboards.
"Hooo-aaaah!" Elena threw her head back, letting out a transcendent, feminine wail. Chuck reached around and pinched her hot, wet tongue between his thick fingers. Her beautiful eyes shattered into shards of pure pleasure as her consciousness dissolved. Her meaty legs and red-soled feet arched back in a violent spasm.
The force of his thrusts pinned her flat against the bed. Her massive, vein-streaked breasts were crushed beneath her, leaking drops of sweet milk that mingled with the musky, pheromone-heavy air. The former corporate executive had been completely transformed into Chuck's personal cum-vase.
Chuck panted, keeping his heavy pelvis ground against her soft, trembling ass, stirring the innermost depths of her womb, which was already slick with his essence.
"Ngh... ahhh?!" Elena's pupils contracted as she felt a terrifying pressure. This was a sensation of being "filled" that surpassed anything she had ever felt. Her massive hips twitched reflexively.
Julia, who had finished her turn and was recovering her strength, watched with a mischievous smile. She crawled over on her hands and knees, her pert rear swaying. She stroked Chuck's sweat-slicked back and whispered in his ear.
"Darling... let her feel 'that' too. The thing you did to me last time."
Chuck looked at Julia's meaningful grin and raised an eyebrow. He checked Elena's internal capacity—there were still about 60 grams of his essence stored in her "palace," enough to sustain the technique for over a minute. Usually, Chuck's rational mind would avoid such risks, but right now, his primal brain was in total control.
Chuck's eyes turned a predatory red. He looked down at the flushed, voluptuous woman beneath him—the beautiful mother whose tongue he was still pinching. He leaned down, pinning his entire weight onto her cushion-like body. He released her tongue, grabbed her chin, and growled in a raspy voice.
"You bitch... I'm about to fuck you until you break. Any last words?"
Elena's scrambled brain couldn't process the harsh words, but a moment later, she felt a terrifying sensation of swelling within her. It was as if the thing inside her was growing even larger, expanding beyond the laws of biology.
The churning in her deepest depths turned into a suffocating, bone-stretching pressure. She felt something that shouldn't be opened... being forced open, millimeter by millimeter.
"No... wait, stop!" It was too much! "I'll... I'll explode!!"
Fear flooded her mind, but right behind it came a wave of peak-level excitement. Am I going to be split open? The thought took over her mind, making her body shudder uncontrollably.
Chuck pressed tight against his meat-cushion. His blood surged into his spear, making it rigid enough to pierce the Heavens. As his hips drove home, that familiar "rubber band" sensation appeared—the cervix. Because Elena was so incredibly aroused, her gate was softer and more receptive than Julia's had been.
Julia's face flushed with excitement as she moved behind Chuck, placing her small, soft hands on his powerful glutes to help him drive the final thrust.
Feeling the head of his spear meet the hot, tight ring, Chuck took a deep breath and flexed his glutes with everything he had.
The secondary-expanded shaft surged forward. The tight "rubber band" was instantly stretched to its limit, and the entire head of the spear forced its way inside.
In that instant, Elena's red feet curled so hard her toes turned white. Her upper body arched back in a primal reflex, and her skin turned a deep, burning crimson. Her pupils vanished, replaced by massive, shimmering pink hearts.