Clearly, for Janet, the series of questions—"Do you want this?" or "Do you want that?"—were merely formalities. By asking, she was systematically seizing control of the encounter, ensuring that even while serving Chuck, she remained the one in the dominant "Mommy" position.
She didn't wait for Chuck's answer. The moment the question left her lips, she opened her full, red mouth and dove down.
Her sexy, plump lips engulfed the dragon-head entirely.
"Sss..."
At first, there was only a wave of warmth, followed immediately by an intense, tight suction and a wet, slippery friction. Chuck sucked in a sharp breath of cold air, his abdominal muscles locking tight. He craned his neck back, looking down to see Janet's twin snowy peaks squeezing his shaft while her mouth stretched to its limit. Her pale, beautiful cheeks were sucked inward, creating a powerful vacuum; her face rhythmically pulsed as her mahogany-red hair swayed with the motion of her head.
Slurp, slurp, slurp—
The intense contraction and friction nearly made Chuck groan aloud. Holy mother of...
To be honest, Chuck hadn't expected much from tonight. Janet's kissing had been amateurish, clearly showing a lack of experience with men. Naturally, he assumed her skills in "other areas" would be equally unrefined. But he couldn't have been more wrong.
This wasn't "unrefined"—this was heavenly!
Chuck tensed his legs and held his breath, forcing himself to look away and focus on fighting the mounting urge to erupt. He couldn't help but wonder: Where did she learn this?
The answer didn't elude him for long. Not having a man didn't mean she couldn't practice. Chuck remembered his own college days; before he lost his virginity, he'd asked a senior for advice. The senior hadn't given him any "tricks," but rather a practical tip: "Buy a cheap inflatable frame, go to a hotel, and practice your hip thrusts and rhythm on it until you find your pace."
While it sounded ridiculous in hindsight, it had actually worked. Applying that logic here, it wasn't hard to guess Janet's secret. You can't really practice kissing alone, but "eating"... well, a popsicle, a sausage, or even a smooth wooden rod would suffice.
Chuck glanced around the room and spotted it: a wooden short-rod tucked away in the corner, wrapped neatly in a small palm leaf. It was hand-carved, and its dimensions were... strikingly familiar.
So that's it.
Chuck returned his focus to the sensation. Because she was a mature woman, Janet lacked the shyness or hesitation of a younger girl. She went all-out from the start, and her suction was even more powerful than Julia's. The negative pressure and soft containment were incredible. Her tongue moved like a nimble tentacle, sometimes teasing the rim of the dragon-head, sometimes trying to probe the tiny slit at the tip.
Her jewel-like blue eyes looked up at him through fluttering lashes, silently telling him that he could release everything into Mommy's mouth whenever he wanted. Seeing him so overwhelmed by the pleasure only fueled her satisfaction, making her tongue and lips work even harder.
As Chuck got into the zone, his hips began to lift off the bed, instinctively thrusting upward. Sensing his movement, Janet slowed down, releasing the steaming head with a wet, sticky pop. She replaced her mouth with her palm, gently rubbing the moisture-slicked dragon.
"Does it feel good, baby?"
Chuck's glutes were twitching with high-speed contractions as Janet stared at him with those seductive, mature eyes.
"Yes."
At this point, Chuck's mind was floating. Aside from "tits," "mouth," and "fuck," there wasn't a single coherent thought left in his brain. The red-haired mare gave him a tender smile and dove back down, devouring him with renewed ferocity.
Finally, with a powerful surge of his thighs and a few deep, frantic thrusts of his hips, Janet's cheeks suddenly bulged. Her eyes went wide with surprise. Before the volume could overflow or come out of her nose, her throat began to move rapidly in rhythmic gulps.
Gulp, gulp.
In that moment, Janet's mouth was like a basin in a math problem—Chuck was pouring water in, and she was drinking it just as fast. Her cheeks remained puffed out for a long while before slowly returning to normal. Her sapphire eyes were glazed, faint hearts appearing in her pupils.
The volume was... staggering. And the taste was incredibly potent.
Pop.
The dragon was finally released from the warm, thick lips of the mature woman. Chuck exhaled a long, heavy cloud of breath.
Pure bliss.
By now, even a man as strong as Chuck felt his eyelids growing heavy. Janet licked a stray drop of crystalline fluid from the corner of her lips, then rested a hand on his sweat-slicked abs, stroking him gently.
"If you're tired, sleep here tonight. Mommy will stay with you..."
She crawled up beside him, her massive, snowy mounds swaying. Her plump, warm, mature body pressed tightly against his side, her wavy red hair cushioning his arm. Chuck felt as if he had been wrapped in a soft cloud, surrounded by the scent of milk and womanhood.
[Janet's Trust has increased by 10 points! Current Trust: 52 (Devoted)] [Congratulations! Your companion Janet's Trust has broken 50! Workbench queue +1!]
A blue notification screen appeared, but the drowsy Chuck didn't notice. In his half-conscious state, he felt a sense of time travel, as if he were a child being cradled and nursed by a mother. In that gentle maternal embrace, he fell into a deep, dreamless sleep.
When he woke up the next morning, Chuck's vision was filled with snowy white. He sniffed the air, feeling the extreme softness against his face and the familiar scent of milk. He remembered last night. Janet hadn't kicked him out of bed this time; they had squeezed together on the narrow wooden frame all night.
Fortunately, his face hadn't been completely buried in her cleavage, or he might have suffocated rather than woken up naturally. Though, that wouldn't have been a bad way to go.
He felt the steady heartbeat beneath him and the calm breathing above his head. Janet was holding him tight, her arm draped over his back as if she were actually soothing a baby. To avoid waking her, Chuck carefully disentangled himself from that heavenly embrace and slipped out of the storage room.
Outside, instead of a bright sunrise, the sky was choked with heavy, dark clouds. A salty, cold morning wind blew in from the sea, clearing his head. It looked like the island was due for more bad weather. While he no longer feared storms, it reminded him of something.
Before the livestock pen and farm were fully operational, they needed to survive a "stress test" from the elements. He needed to ensure the quality was high before filling them with precious animals and crops. The pen was done; now he needed to finish the Farm before the storm hit.
Chuck immediately headed down the slope to the compost bin. After a night of workbench-assisted fermentation, the countdown was over. He unfastened the twine and removed the palm leaves to reveal a dark brown, crumbly substance. It didn't smell as pungent as he'd feared—just a damp, earthy scent. Then, the long-awaited notifications appeared!
[Organic Fertilizer (12kg) Synthesized!] [Host has mastered: Composting. New Basic Blueprint unlocked!] [Blueprint: Basic Greenhouse] [Type: Tier 4 Basic Blueprint] [Description: A basic facility for small-scale farming. Protects crops from wind and rain while providing natural light. Good ventilation.] [Materials: Hardwood x20, Fiber Cloth x30, Resin x100, Lime Mortar x10, Wedge Tool x1]
Finally. With the Basic Greenhouse unlocked, Chuck's last major concern was settled. It seemed mastering a technology was just as valid for unlocking blueprints as crafting key components.
He moved the fertilizer to the planned site—a flat area right next to the livestock pen. This would allow for an easy cycle: manure for fertilizer and crop waste for animal feed. He planned to build the latrine and septic tank downwind, forming a triangle of utility.
He set the blueprint, added his surplus materials, and got to work. The Greenhouse didn't use metal frames as he'd expected; it used hardwood for the structure and fiber cloth for the "walls." The cloth would be coated in resin for waterproofing while still letting light through.
Chuck spent the day in a whirlwind of activity. He hit the redwood forest for hardwood with Shizuka and Janet, then tapped a Dipterocarp tree for resin. Meanwhile, Julia, the Gu mother-daughter pair, and Kaoru worked together to gather fibers, burn lime, and weave twine.
By 3:00 PM, the first rumble of thunder rolled in from the volcano. The sky turned black, and the wind began to pick up. But thanks to their collective effort, the materials were ready.
Chuck added the final mortar to the blueprint. A flash of light later, an arched greenhouse, similar in style to the livestock pen, stood before him. One side had a flap of waterproof fiber cloth. Inside, the space was about fifteen square meters.
Here, protected from the elements, he could grow anything. And with Julia's "Master Botanist" 20x growth speed, this small plot was effectively the equivalent of a half-acre farm. Best of all, future upgrades would allow for expansion!
[Basic Greenhouse—Construction Complete!] [New Upgrade Blueprint Unlocked!]