[Blueprint Name: Reinforced Greenhouse] [Type: Tier 5 Basic Blueprint] [Description: A cultivation facility reinforced with metal materials and expanded from the Basic Greenhouse. Internal area, waterproofing, and structural integrity are significantly improved.] [Required Materials: Hardwood ×10, Fiber Cloth ×20, Resin ×100, Metal Rods ×20, Wedge Tool ×1]
Seeing the upgrade blueprint appear, Chuck nodded. He had suspected that since a greenhouse needs to let light in and lacks solid walls, it would eventually require a metal frame for stability. It seemed that reinforcement was the next step.
With that in mind, testing the durability of the current Basic Greenhouse became even more necessary. Right on cue, a louder crack of thunder echoed outside. After surveying the interior, Chuck stepped out, found a long, thin branch, and stuck it into the soil inside as a "test crop." Done.
Before evening fell, Chuck made his routine visit to the artificial cave to see Valentina. He brought food and water, cleared her waste bucket, and gave her an extra blanket. Valentina, hearing the thunder outside, was unusually quiet. she stayed facing the wall, scratching marks into the stone with a pebble.
Chuck glanced at her messy silver hair and her pale, shackled wrists and ankles before turning to leave. After yesterday's brutal "back-door" re-education, she wasn't as aggressive on the surface, but her spirit was far from broken. However, for this "muscle-clown" girl who was tough on the outside but sensitive underneath, she was already essentially his property.
As expected, the rolling thunder brought a deluge. Gale-force winds followed, and the long-awaited storm finally slammed into the island.
By evening, the rain and hurricane winds intertwined. The upgraded tile house no longer groaned like it did during the last storm; there was only a slight vibration that was easily ignored. While the storm raged outside, the fireplace inside made the air warm and dry.
Slap, slap, slap...
On the large bed, pairs of jade legs opened for Chuck. Pairs of soft feet were hoisted onto his shoulders or gripped in his hands. Amidst the rhythmic sound of slamming flesh and the varied, wanton screams echoing under the rafters, hormones intertwined, and splashes of fluid erupted. One by one, he filled them up. The humidity in the room rose, and the sweet, musky scent of sex grew thick.
Late night.
"Hubby! Give it to me! Give it to me, OHHH—HAA!"
Squelch, squelch—
Chuck ruthlessly pinned Yitong Gu's face—distorted by pleasure and framed by messy black hair—against the bed with his foot. He gripped her voluptuous waist and slammed into her heavy, fleshy buttocks from behind with maximum force. He drove deep into the former cold, arrogant career woman's flower palace. As her sweat-slicked feet curled and twitched against his hips, he released his remaining stock inside her.
"Nngh... hnh..."
Saliva and tears leaked from Yitong's face, which was squashed into a "pig-face" shape by his foot. Her eyes rolled back as she drifted into a daze of peak ecstasy. Even so, she kept a tight grip on a small, soft hand—Momo Gu's hand. The girl was already fast asleep beside them, her petite body curled up, her belly slightly bloated and her pink slit swollen from the day's activities.
Chuck pulled out and surveyed the tangle of naked bodies on the bed. He hopped off to the window to catch his breath and check the storm.
"Hey... baby."
Janet's voice sounded once again from the storage room door. She was leaning there, her collar wide open to reveal her massive snowy breasts, arms folded beneath them with a smile. Chuck raised an eyebrow. Looks like another "task" was coming. Or rather... another "reward."
"Thanks for the livestock pen, but I need one more thing," Janet whispered, her expression flickering with an emotion Chuck hadn't seen before.
Chuck stayed silent for a moment, then looked into her eyes. "You need the animals?"
"Exactly," Janet nodded, stepping toward him as the rain battered the roof. The faint scent of a mature woman drifted into his nose. Chuck scratched his chin and pointed at Yitong Gu, who was currently face-down on the bed, tongue out, her massive white ass sticking up and leaking white fluid like some hybrid of a cow and a dog.
"There's one over there."
"You brat, I'm being serious." Janet slapped his semi-limp dragon playfully. "Julia told me the goat meat we have was from your hunt. We're almost out. If you can, catch me some live ones, okay?"
Chuck stopped joking and nodded. A pen without animals was useless. The only suitable livestock on the island were the goats in the Red Stone Hills. If he could start a farm, they'd have a steady supply of wool, milk, and meat.
"I'll do it tomorrow."
A tender smile appeared on Janet's face, but then a strange silence fell between them. Outside, the storm roared; inside, their heartbeats were audible. Without a word being said, Chuck's dragon began to lift its head.
Chuck finally noticed the subtle change in Janet's expression. Usually, this was when she would make a promise—a promise of what "part" he could use once the task was done. First, it was her breasts. Second, her mouth. Now, for the third time... a woman has four "mouths." Two were used. The remaining two didn't leave much of a choice.
Truth be told, Janet hadn't been resisting the arrival of this day from the very start. Finally, the red-haired woman looked at him with those soul-stealing eyes and broke the silence.
"Do you want to have sex with me?"
Holy shit.
The wind outside howled, matching the sudden spike in Chuck's pulse. Her blunt question made the dragon stand at full attention, pointing straight at the "secret garden" between her legs that he had yet to see. Despite their intimacy, Janet had never actually taken off her sweatpants.
Yes, he wanted to fuck her. He wanted to fuck her wildly, over and over, until those teasing eyes shattered and rolled back. He wanted to hear that husky, mature voice turn into a raspy scream, then fill her mature palace until her white belly bloated like Yitong's.
Chuck didn't speak, but his body's reaction told her everything. Her blue eyes trembled, and a rare flush of shyness appeared on her face, though it was quickly overtaken by her usual confidence.
Her red lips curled. Her warm hand slid down, gently gripping the burning shaft and lifting it. She stepped closer until their noses almost touched. She narrowed her eyes, her hand starting a slow, rhythmic stroking motion as she whispered in a sultry tone:
"It seems the good boy really wants Mommy..."
She reached up with her other hand to pinch his earlobe, then leaned in to whisper, "But not now. A good boy only gets his reward after finishing the task. So for now... use this to endure."
Chuck nodded. He knew "patience makes the soup sweeter." Janet clearly enjoyed being in control. Why not play along? It felt good either way. He closed his eyes to focus on her "help."
"Good boy..."
Janet's hand sped up. Seeing him enter the zone, she unzipped her top to expose her snowy skin, pressing the dragon-head against her soft belly for extra stimulation. Chuck tensed, his body leaning forward as he gripped one of her heavy, swinging breasts. His breathing hitched.
Janet's breathing mirrored his. Her powerful arm worked faster, her palm and fingers squeezing and sliding. Schlick, schlick. She pulled his face toward hers, pressing her forehead against his, their eyes locked.
"Look at me, baby. Look at Mommy. Are you coming? It's okay... I'll catch it all."
She stood on her tiptoes and pressed her passionate lips against his, her wet tongue invading his mouth. The friction against her belly was the final straw. Chuck groaned, tearing his mouth away to bury his face in her neck as he erupted into her palm.
"Impressive. Truly impressive," Janet whispered into his ear, stroking the back of his head. Once the tremors subsided and her hand and belly were thoroughly soaked, she gave him a bewitching smile. "My good boy."
She kissed his cheek. "Go get them. Don't make Mommy wait too long..."
In a place Chuck couldn't see, under her gray sweatpants, her dark-red lace panties were already soaked through.
The storm lasted all night but didn't intensify into a catastrophe. However, the "upgrade" was in the duration. When Chuck woke up, the storm was still raging. It seemed the island's weather was shifting—if it couldn't get more violent, it would last longer. This meant less time for outdoor work and a greater need for stockpiling food and water.
The rain finally eased up around 4:00 PM the next day. Chuck rushed out to inspect the buildings.