When Janet had made her promise to Chuck earlier, she had simply leaned into his ear and whispered, "Mommy's mouth is yours to use however you want."
It was strikingly similar to the time she pointed at her breasts and said, "Use these." Although she never specified the exact method of "use," it left infinite room for the imagination. However, a mouth is a mouth and breasts are breasts; while they can be used together, they are not the same thing. Strictly speaking, the reward for Chuck helping Janet build the livestock pen did not include a "motorboat" session.
"Good... good boy."
Chuck leaned down, pressing his face fully into the thick, fleshy mounds to feel their texture. His hands naturally found Janet's waist, palms sliding downward with intent to knead the massive, heavy buttocks of the mature Western Mare. Although her past career involved ranching and truck driving—jobs usually reserved for men—Janet's feminine allure was dialed to the absolute maximum.
[Janet's Trust has increased by 5 points! Current Trust: 42 (Intimate)]
As he enjoyed the fragrant, soft body of the mature woman, the familiar notification flashed before his eyes. Janet's trust didn't skyrocket, but ever since she joined his group, it had been rising steadily, step by step. After a moment, Chuck finally lifted his face from that blissful abyss, meeting Janet's maternal and tender gaze.
"Does it feel good?" she blinked, her fingers gently smoothing the stray hairs on Chuck's forehead as she laughed softly.
Chuck nodded, then leaned in closer, asking with a hint of confusion, "It's great. But did you wait here just to let me bury my face in your chest?"
"That was just an extra bonus."
Chuck thought I knew it, just as a rare, faint blush crept across Janet's pale, mature, and exotic face. She maintained her smile and asked softly, "Do you remember what reward you're supposed to get from Mommy tonight?"
"Uh..." Chuck hesitated for a split second before raising his hand and lightly pointing at her lips.
"So you do remember?"
But as Chuck gave his answer, his ear was suddenly pinched by a warm, slender finger. Janet's eyes narrowed slightly. "Then do you also remember what you did with that big, thick thing of yours at noon today?"
The words hit Chuck like a brick, and his expression froze instantly. He finally realized something glaringly obvious.
Holy shit...
They had agreed on her mouth for tonight. Janet had even reminded him this morning, inviting him to her bed. The message couldn't have been clearer. Yet, at noon, he had shoved his meat into Valentina's "back door"...
One was Janet's mouth, where she ate; the other was Valentina's... "place." Even though Chuck had used the potion and cleaned himself thoroughly afterward, the physical cleanliness wasn't the point.
"Sorry, I didn't think about that," Chuck admitted, a layer of sweat breaking out on his forehead as he spoke awkwardly.
"And you've thought about it now?" Janet's voice remained low and gentle, her emotions unreadable.
"I have," Chuck nodded, letting out a small sigh. "Then how about... we push it to tomorrow?"
To be honest, Chuck felt a pang of regret saying that, but given their relationship, he had to respect Janet's feelings.
"Tomorrow?" Janet blinked again, the arms around Chuck's neck pressing down as her sharp-featured, pale face moved closer. "I might not be in the mood tomorrow."
Her lips drew nearer, her warm, fragrant breath making Chuck's nose itch. "I don't care who you fuck, and I care even less about which hole you use. But baby, I want you to remember: no matter how you play with those women, never think I will be like them."
"Remember that, and Mommy will always treat you like her precious baby. Understood?"
Their noses were almost touching, their lips separated by the width of a finger. Chuck could see her long eyelashes trembling slightly. She stopped her advance, her hands gently squeezing his earlobes as she waited for his response.
After seeing how ruthlessly Chuck treated Valentina in the cave at noon, despite a slight throb of excitement in her heart, she felt the need to warn him. She could be conquered, she could even be taken, but it could never be in such a undignified manner. Her pride wouldn't allow it, no matter how much she loved him.
Looking into those piercing blue eyes, Chuck felt a sense of helplessness. He knew that if he ever tried to use force on Janet or even showed a tendency toward it, she would leave the cabin without hesitation to survive alone on the island, never to return. Because she had the capability to survive, she had the right to demand equality. Chuck had no intention of crossing that line.
It wasn't about favoritism; it was about the fact that every woman required a different approach. As an island harem master, Chuck had developed his own philosophy. For instance, even if Chuck wanted to treat Yitong Gu as an equal, that "bitch" would be the first one to complain. Similarly, Julia loved being his little slut, Momo treated him like "Papa," Kaoru liked being ordered around, and Shizuka viewed him with nothing but admiration and respect.
His attitude, his way of interacting, and even the way he fucked them varied for each one.
Without a second of hesitation, Chuck nodded. "Understood."
He was 66% through the word "Understood" when the final syllable was ruthlessly cut off by her full, thick lips. Janet actively stood on her tiptoes, tilting her head back to kiss him with a burning passion. Her red hair brushed against his cheeks as her soft, wet tongue invaded his mouth, swirling aggressively.
Chuck was startled but not surprised. He naturally wrapped his arms around her soft, voluptuous mature body. The dragon between his legs roared to life, pressing firmly against Janet's plump lower belly.
He quickly realized that Janet's kissing technique was quite amateur—worse even than Momo's. This mature Western woman might be in her thirties with a very grounded mindset, but she was truly an innocent woman who had never even had a real experience with kissing.
A top-tier prize.
Despite her lack of technique, her passion was unmistakable in the pressure of her lips and the depth of her tongue. Even through the barrier of his chest and her two massive breasts, he could feel her heart racing.
Schlick, slurp.
Their first kiss was a long, breathless affair. By the time the sky turned blood-red, the two finally pulled apart, a thick string of saliva connecting them. Her mature, beautiful face was flushed with a seductive haze that made Chuck's heart skip a beat.
She reached up, gently stroking his cheek. "Don't forget to come tonight."
"I'll... use my mouth for you then."
With that, Janet gave him a captivating smile and turned to leave. The sunset hit her red hair, making it look like a radiant spider lily.
After dinner, before total darkness fell, Chuck brought the food Yitong Gu had prepared into the cave.
In the depths, Valentina—who had been turned into a "pile of meat" at noon—had woken up. She was lying on her side on her blanket in an awkward position, her back to Chuck. She was resting. The reason for her position was simple: her ass hurt, or perhaps her intestines.
Hearing Chuck's footsteps, Valentina sprang up like a startled wildcat, turning to look at him with tension in her eyes. In those emerald depths, the hatred was no longer alone; a flicker of genuine fear had finally emerged.
Being ruthlessly ravaged by Chuck's twenty-centimeter dragon had left her with very real swelling and pain, even if the potion had prevented permanent injury. The pain was indescribable, far worse than any battlefield wound. It was accompanied by humiliation and the genuine fear that she was going to be fucked to death. Even now, her rear hadn't fully closed.
She knew that from now on, Chuck could repeat what he did at noon whenever he pleased. The thought alone made her skin crawl. Even though she hated him, she quickly averted her gaze, looking silently at the ground. Her sharp, aggressive aura was gone.
Chuck noticed the change and nodded with satisfaction. While the "high-intensity education" at noon was triggered by his own temper after her provocations, the result was positive. This proud leopard had finally bowed her head.
However, Chuck didn't plan on changing his attitude just yet. This small bit of progress didn't mean she was truly submissive—only that she was afraid. The training of this Slavic warrior was far from over.
Setting the food and water before her, Chuck looked down at her silver head. "Tomorrow, the day after... whenever you are ready, you can challenge me again."
"Win once, and I let you go."
Without another word, he turned and left the cave. Valentina slowly lifted her head, her eyes filled with a temporary daze, but soon a small flame of defiance reignited. Being unable to win is no reason to give up. I cannot stop fighting.
Night.
"Ah~ so good! Darling, you're so big... you're hitting it!"
Inside the fire-lit cabin, on the creaking bed, a sweat-drenched Chuck was pinned atop a blushing, trembling Julia. He held her straight, snowy legs together against his chest, his hips driving into her with a steady rhythm.
Although Chuck's size had reached a terrifying 20cm and his stamina was monstrous, the intensity of his nightly battles had stabilized. He had begun to focus on their sensitive spots, the rhythms they preferred, and the positions they loved most. While he still enjoyed an occasional wild session to hear their screams, it wasn't the goal every single time.
This change had been sparked by a previous, tender session with Julia. He realized that "fast and deep" wasn't always better; "suitable and loving" was the key to true mutual satisfaction.
Slap, slap, slap...
Chuck gently held Julia's slender ankles, admiring the rosy soles of her feet as he thrust into her soft "flower palace" with a moderate pace she had grown accustomed to.
"It's coming... it's coming! AHHHHH!"
Julia arched her back, hands clutching the sheets. As Chuck lunged forward with a final surge of strength, she curled her toes tight and screamed, reaching her peak. She bit her lip as a small spray of fluid erupted between her legs. Her pale skin broke into goosebumps, her jewel-like eyes rolling back as her shoulders trembled. It took a long time for her to calm down.
Floating in the afterglow, Julia panted as she looked up at her lover. "Darling... you didn't finish?"
"It's fine," Chuck laughed, shaking his head. This happened occasionally when facing five women a night—sometimes he needed to "reload."
"Then... should we go again?" Julia blinked. Her rosy feet, which had been resting on his shoulders, slid down his collarbone. Finally, she pressed her toes against his chest, teasing him with gentle pressure.
It was an unmistakable invitation.