To be honest, Chuck hadn't been particularly interested in Valentina at first. He had viewed her purely as a dangerous rival. However, following the "punishment" of her previous two defeats, it was inevitable that Chuck began to derive a certain pleasure from her.
It wasn't that Chuck's will was weak; it was simply that Valentina possessed a tantalizing sense of contrast. She had a hardened, aggressive personality, yet she was an ultra-sensitive "small-fry" who would roll her eyes and lose her mind the moment she was touched. She was tall and muscular, yet her nether regions were as smooth, hairless, and pale as a young maiden's.
But being intrigued didn't mean Chuck would tolerate her indefinitely.
Even though Chuck knew their animosity had started with him and had tried to yield slightly, the silver-haired Russian woman's hostility only seemed to intensify. Now that she had broken the rare peace he shared with Julia and the others, Chuck realized it was time to give this "hard-nut" a taste of what true punishment felt like.
A "punishment" should involve pain to be worthy of the name.
The previous two times, using his fingers to tease and rub her sensitive core... for a woman like Valentina, who rolled her eyes, squealed like a pig, and sprayed like a fountain at the slightest touch, it felt less like punishment and more like a reward.
To make this ungrateful woman truly feel the weight of her defeat, he had to inflict a pain deep enough to shatter her pride and leave a lifelong mark, while avoiding any permanent injury. It was a delicate technical task.
Fortunately, after yesterday's ten-minute punishment, Chuck had predicted today's stakes would escalate. He had a plan. To ensure its success, he had specifically consulted Julia earlier. With the help of the "Western Mare," Chuck used the Workbench to experiment with various herbs based on system prompts. He successfully refined a small vial of a disposable potion with a very specific, potent effect.
Everything was ready.
As Chuck's words fell, Valentina's pale cheeks flushed with unprecedented anger and battle intent. Like Chuck, her English vocabulary didn't quite grasp the nuance of "fucking her into a pile of meat," but she understood the word "fuck."
Combined with Chuck raising the wager to "thirty minutes," Valentina easily understood his intent: If she lost this time, he was going to take her by force.
A cold glint flashed in her emerald eyes. She clenched her snowy fists, her knuckles popping loudly. When she first lost to Chuck and was brought to the cabin in bronze shackles, she had nearly lost her virginity. Back then, it was only her death-defying defiance that had made Chuck lose interest.
But this time was different. Chuck was demanding her body as a voluntary stake.
Valentina bit her lip, staring at him with pure hatred. This shameless bastard knew that even if she lost, she would insist on challenging him again. By setting these stakes, he was trying to make her willingly submit to his lust. What a scoundrel!
Realizing this, Valentina became even more determined. Today, she could not lose! This arrogant man thought he had her figured out. She would show him that underestimating her because his head was filled with lewd thoughts would cost him dearly!
She stood up, took a half-step back, and raised her fists in a professional combat stance.
Chuck's lips curled into a smirk. Behind him, the scantily clad women gathered to watch, their eyes filled with shyness, interest, or innocent curiosity. Not one of them feared for Chuck's safety, even though he was stark naked and unarmed. In their hearts, they never doubted him. He had proven time and again that on this island, there was nothing he couldn't do.
"Hah!"
With a sharp grunt and the jingle of chains, Valentina's size-10 white feet kicked off the ground. She lunged at the naked Chuck. In a flash, they were locked in combat.
They say a wise person doesn't fall in the same hole twice. Valentina had fallen in the same hole four times. Even if she were a fool, she'd have figured out the problem by now. Her previous tactics had been sound—using her speed to attack his weaknesses—but Chuck had simply overpowered her. He didn't play by her rules; he just pinned her down and used his superior strength and "massive club" to crush her.
So, this time, Valentina changed her strategy.
Her movements were no longer light and airy. Every step was solid. Her punches and kicks lacked the lethal intent of her previous strikes, allowing Chuck to dodge easily, but she remained incredibly elusive whenever he tried to counter. She wasn't giving him an opening to grab her.
After a few exchanges, Chuck noticed the shift. His expression grew serious. It seemed today wouldn't be as easy as the others. Despite being a "small-fry" in the face of pleasure, Valentina's combat experience was world-class. If their stats were even, Chuck knew he wouldn't stand a chance.
I have to break this leopard, he thought. Not just beat her, and not just possess her. He had to tame her. He wanted her to offer her body willingly while teaching him her skills, becoming a true asset by his side.
They clashed again and retreated. Valentina's face regained that predatory excitement she'd had when they first met in the jungle.
"This time... you lose," she rasped in her deep, gravelly voice, a victory smirk playing on her lips.
Chuck ignored the trash talk. He was used to her sudden bursts of overconfidence. If victory was inevitable, there was no need for words. Once he won, he would turn that confident face back into a rolling-eyed, tongue-lolling mess.
Clink!
The distance closed again. Valentina targeted Chuck's vitals, but whenever Chuck tried to trade a blow to catch her, she slipped away. Chuck decided to wait for her "trump card."
Finally, it came.
As their limbs tangled again, Chuck reached out to grab her ankle as she kicked toward his head.
"HA!"
Suddenly, Chuck's vision went dark. Valentina didn't just kick; she leaped. She spun her body in mid-air like Black Widow from a Marvel movie, wrapping her powerful, muscular legs around Chuck's neck.
A sudden "Pussy-to-the-face" attack!
Chuck was caught off guard, but his high mental stats allowed him to react. He jammed his left hand between his neck and her thighs just as she locked her legs.
The bronze chains binding her legs rattled as she used the momentum to tighten the hold. She was now riding his shoulders, her legs crossing behind his neck, using the chains to garrotte his throat and his own hand against him. Her thighs squeezed with incredible force, turning Chuck's face a dark, angry red.
A surge of triumph washed over Valentina. Once this leg-triangle was locked, no strongman could break free. If she held this position, he would pass out from lack of oxygen or have his neck snapped.
"You lose!" she screamed in broken English, looking down at the bulging veins on Chuck's forehead.
Finally! She had won! This man had imprisoned her in this dark cave, humiliated her, and desecrated her body.
Should I kill him?
In that split second, Valentina hesitated. Why?
The image of Chuck's smug, punchable face from the last few days flashed in her mind. A thought bubbled up: Instead of killing him, wouldn't it be better to humiliate him first? Just like he did to her. She could lock him in chains, take his resources, and slowly break his body...
Though she had no experience with men, she had seen interrogation techniques on the battlefield—things like forced edgeing. This man was a prick, but he was built like a god, and that "thing" of his was... extraordinary. Killing him might be a waste.
In her strange hesitation, she didn't apply the lethal pressure needed to snap his spine. She held the choke, waiting for him to pass out.
She couldn't see his face from her position on his neck. If she could, she would have seen that Chuck was smiling.
He could have broken the hold the moment she jumped, but he let her lock it. He wanted to see her choice. If she truly intended to kill him, he couldn't keep her around. But if her attitude had changed... if she no longer wanted him dead...
The result was clear. Chuck was satisfied with her choice.
He closed his eyes, activating Blood Mastery. His right arm, which wasn't trapped, swelled slightly as blood surged into the muscle. He reached up and grabbed the snowy white ankle that was crushing his windpipe.
He began to peel it away.
Valentina felt an overwhelming, monstrous force prying her leg open. Her triangle choke lost half its power instantly. She gasped, trying to tighten her grip, but Chuck used his immense strength to rip her legs apart.
"Ah!"
The world spun. Chuck grabbed both her legs, ducked his head out of the loosened chains, and spun her around. He slammed her upper body hard against the stone wall of the cave.
THUD!
"Guh—!"
The back of Valentina's head hit the stone. Her vision blurred, and a choked whimper escaped her throat as Chuck's hand clamped around her neck, pinning her to the wall. Her arms and legs went limp.
Chuck stared into her dilated emerald pupils and spoke slowly.
"You seem to really like choking people."
"How about we try some Breath-Play today?"