At first glance, Chuck saw the greenhouse covered in scattered wooden sticks. His heart sank. But upon closer inspection, he realized the greenhouse frame was intact; the sticks were just debris from nearby bushes.
He cleared the branches. The greenhouse was perfect. One corner of the waterproof fabric had been blown loose, but the interior was dry. The "test branch" he'd planted was still standing. Across the way, the livestock pen was untouched.
It was time to build the farm. He called Julia over. The "Master Botanist" was so excited she jumped onto him like an octopus, kissing him repeatedly. After her initial excitement, she looked at the space seriously.
"Darling, it's great, but it's small. We can't plant much."
Chuck explained that it was a Tier 4 building and would be expanded later. Besides, with her 20x growth speed, fifteen square meters was like half an acre. They just needed to focus on quality.
"Plant what we have first," Chuck ordered. "And leave room for the mulberry trees I mentioned. That's top priority."
"I love you, Darling!" Julia hugged him, her face pressed to his chest. Chuck squeezed her soft, firm buttocks and noticed her denim shorts were fraying and falling apart. As they kissed, he became even more determined to get his silk production started.
With the farm settled, the focus shifted back to the goats and the mulberry trees. It was too late to head out today, so Chuck prepared for tomorrow. At dinner, Janet added more details: she wanted one healthy male and several females. A "harem" of goats.
Chuck realized he'd eaten the balls of the last male he caught. He needed a fresh one. He planned to use traps, but then a better idea struck him.
Before sunset, Chuck brought food and water to Valentina. Because of the storm, he'd left her alone for a day. She was waiting for him. The moment he entered, she stood up, her chains rattling. Her cold, determined eyes said it all: Again.
Chuck set the food down and gave her a villainous smirk. "Standard rules."
Valentina's face darkened. She didn't want a repeat of the last "back-door" session. But as her defeats piled up, her confidence was wavering. What would he do to her body this time?
She bit her lip. "If I lose this time, just kill me!"
"Heh." Chuck laughed and pointed at the wall behind her. "You've got so much spine. If you want to die, just smash your head against the wall like last time. No one's stopping you."
Valentina's expression shifted. She couldn't refute him. She stayed alive because she still hoped to win. She clenched her white fists. "I will win this time!"
"Then place your bet," Chuck said, shaking his head.
Valentina turned her face away. Whatever. After what he'd done to her ass, there wasn't much left to be afraid of, even if he forced his way into her front door.
Chuck hesitated. Being more violent would just risk injuring her without necessarily breaking her spirit. She feared him now, but her soldier's will was still there. He needed to change tactics. His eyes lit up.
"This time... no time limit," Chuck said with a strange smile.
"?" Valentina looked back, confused.
Chuck pointed to his crotch. "If you lose, no matter how long it takes, no matter what method you use... you make me finish. Once."
Valentina turned pale. She had prepared for death, but this shameless man had changed the game. She glanced at the bulge in his pants and frowned. Just making him finish? Compared to the excruciating pain in her rear, this sounded easy. And she was sure she'd win this time anyway.
"I accept."
"Good," Chuck nodded. "Let's begin."
Five minutes later.
"Guh..."
"Tap my arm if you surrender."
Chuck held her by the throat, hoisting her off the ground. Her pale feet dangled in the air. After he'd slapped her once across the face and held her until she was nearly blue, she finally tapped his arm.
Thump.
Chuck tossed her aside like a ragdoll. Valentina curled up on the cold floor, gasping and coughing. When she regained her strength, she slammed her fist into the ground with a frustrated roar. "FUCK!!!"
Chuck's smile widened. He had taken her dignity and made her fear him, but she still had her fighting spirit. Now, he needed to teach her how to bow. How to serve.
The idea of making this proud warrior—the woman who had begged for mercy while he used her back door—now work to make him feel good was exhilarating. Before, she just had to close her eyes and endure. Now, to earn her next chance to fight him, she had to learn how to please him.
The "destruction" phase was over. Now, the "reconstruction" began.
Chuck stepped toward the kneeling, defeated warrior. He unbuckled his belt, and his pants slid down. The massive, terrifying dragon appeared before her, radiating raw masculine energy.
"Fulfill your bet. Show me the only value you have as a woman... Valentina Orekhov."