If this deserted island were a game created by some deity to toy with human hearts, how would it judge her now?
On this storm-wracked night, just before stepping into the surging waves to end her life forever, such a strange question surfaced in Tang Yumeng's mind.
The gale-force winds and curtains of rain made it nearly impossible to open her eyes. She could only think while following the sound of the crashing surf, stepping foot by foot along the narrow bay.
—A cowardly idealist.
It didn't take long for Tang Yumeng to find the answer.
She used to consider herself a "proud" idealist, living her life exactly as she envisioned, never regretting a single thing. Whether it was insisting on becoming a teacher against her father's wishes, handing over a love letter from a student to his parents, or remaining single near thirty because her standards were too high... she had never looked back.
But now, she finally realized that her title as an idealist didn't deserve the word "proud." It should be "cowardly."
Whether it was her failure to save the Gu mother and daughter, watching the two Japanese high school girls walk into the abyss, or even when Valentina gave her a sliver of hope... she had never been able to make a choice.
If she were a proud idealist, she would have fought Chuck the moment she found his behavior abhorrent. If she were simply a cowardly woman, she would have long ago cast aside her pride and shame to rely on him for survival.
Instead, she could neither let go of her ideals nor find the courage to act. From start to finish, she did nothing, saved no one, and changed nothing. Like an incompetent bystander, she watched everything unravel until it was beyond repair.
It was too half-hearted. Continuing this life would only bring more despair.
So, she would let herself be cowardly one last time.
Her toes brushed the coarse sand and touched the icy waves. As she waded further, the water rose past her ankles, her knees, her crotch, her waist, her chest...
Splash!
Suddenly, a powerful wave slapped her square in the forehead, flipping her into the sea. Silence swallowed her. Soon after, she lost consciousness in the bone-chilling water, drifting away into the stormy night.
Ultimately, all that remained on the shore was a pair of neatly placed, worn-out straw sandals.
After the storm, the tide receded.
Near dusk, the dark clouds had yet to disperse, and the air was thick with moisture. In the depths of a dense coconut grove on the northern part of the island, a slender figure emerged.
Her pale pink short hair swayed slightly in the cool post-rain air, and her light green gemstone earrings shimmered under the light piercing through the clouds. This figure stepped over the broken palm leaves, walking toward the beach. She finally stopped beside the soaked, pale body of Tang Yumeng.
Her dainty feet were clad in white strapped sandals, her toes painted with a soft pink polish. Standing against the sunset, the figure leaned over and gently pushed Tang Yumeng's shoulder. There was no reaction.
The figure stood back up, hand on her hip, and shook her head with a sigh.
"Shiba, michyeosseo... (This is crazy...)"
"WTF..."
Valentina knelt on the ground, staring at the massive dragon right in front of her. Its powerful masculine musk was almost suffocating. Thinking about how this thing had recently violated her and tortured her nearly to death made her skin crawl with disgust.
She looked up to see Chuck's mocking smirk. Though he didn't speak, his eyes were clear: A bet is a bet. Do this, and you get your chance to challenge me again.
Valentina's pupils trembled. The defined muscles in her arms tensed and relaxed as she fought the urge to punch the giant meat-worm. Finally, she exhaled slowly.
Calm down. Don't be impulsive.
By now, she knew she was being played. But this was a total trap; even knowing his intent, she had to take the bait. Her body had already been defiled and tortured; all she had left was her stubborn will to win. That was the only thing keeping her from bashing her head against the stone wall.
If she could win just once, everything in the past would be erased. Just once! She felt like a gambler who had lost every chip, a madwoman who would pay any price just to stay at the table.
But the problem was...
Until this moment, with the hot, throbbing dragon right in her face, Valentina realized she had no idea how to "make a man finish."
"Don't waste time," Chuck reminded her, frowning at her hesitation. It was getting dark.
Her face contorted with hatred and resistance, but she took a deep breath and reached out, gripping the semi-erect shaft.
The sensation of her hand was cold yet firm. Valentina's palms weren't soft; they were calloused from years of handling firearms. This unique, rough texture provided Chuck with an unusual sensation.
However, her technique was abysmal. Chuck looked down to see her kneeling on one knee, facing him sideways, using only one hand to move slowly up and down. The range of motion was so small he felt almost nothing.
Chuck's eyelid twitched. "I said make me finish, not play with it. At this rate, we'll be here until morning."
Valentina didn't seem to understand—or she pretended not to—and continued the same mechanical motion. Chuck finally lost his patience.
"Enough." He stepped back, pulling his dragon away, and zipped up his pants in her stunned gaze. "It seems you're a failure both as a soldier and a woman. There will be no more bets. If you want to die, do it tonight."
He turned to walk out of the cave.
"Wait..."
Seeing his back as he left without a second thought, Valentina felt a chill of terror. She had sacrificed so much; was it going to end like this?
"Wait! I get it! I'll do it right!"
Her desperate cry echoed in the cave. A smile flickered across Chuck's face before vanishing. He turned back and unbuckled his belt in front of the now-kneeling, dazed Valentina.
"Last chance. Don't waste it."
Slap.
As if responding to him, Valentina panicked and grabbed the dragon with both hands. She looked dead serious, as if facing a mortal enemy, and started stroking. With both hands and a faster pace, it was better than before, but by Chuck's standards, it was still pathetic.
It was mechanical, devoid of any emotion. Even little Momo could do better with one hand. But seeing her serious face, Chuck held back his criticism. He softened his tone and gave her a direct hint.
"If you don't know how to use your hands, why not use somewhere else?"
It was half-suggestion, half-command. Valentina looked up, her eyes meeting his, and saw him glancing at her lips. Her face turned pale again.
Her mouth...
When she was first defeated and tied under the bed, she had seen the blonde American girl and the cow-like Asian woman take this huge thing into their mouths, gagging and tearing up, yet appearing to enjoy it. At the time, she thought they were pathetic sluts. She never imagined she'd be doing the same thing.
After a internal struggle, the proud warrior convinced herself: It's just a mouth. Compared to what happened last time... this is nothing.
She gripped the shaft with both hands, parted her lips, and leaned forward. But she immediately hit an unexpected problem.
Dammit... is this man even human? It won't fit! How did those two women do it?!
She opened her mouth to the absolute limit, but she could only barely take in the head. She frowned, maintaining the posture while her hands moved rapidly. The suffocatingly strong masculine scent filled her nose and mouth, making her eyes water and her scalp tingle, but she forced herself to endure.
Having survived in the wild for years, her oral health was excellent. The temperature and the softness of her tongue and inner cheeks were perfect. Despite her clumsiness and resistance, the mere act of having it inside was an incredible stimulus for Chuck.
Looking down at this tough silver-haired girl with her mouth stretched wide, her face full of disgust yet her hands working to serve him... Chuck felt a surge of excitement. This isn't bad at all.
His excitement caused a rush of blood to his lower body. The already massive dragon-head expanded even further inside Valentina's mouth, stretching her even more.
"Mmmph!!! Mmmph!!!" She let out panicked whimpers. Her mouth was a perfect "O," her jaw aching.
But in that moment, perhaps instinctively, Valentina did something she hadn't expected.
Slurp—
Suddenly, Chuck felt something thick and wet swirl around the head. He felt a jolt of pleasure and looked down. Valentina still looked disgusted, but her eyes were downcast now. And for the first time, a dark crimson blush was spreading across her pale cheeks and the tips of her ears.
Even Chuck was stunned. He hadn't expected her to get into the groove so quickly. This little brat...
She was a classic "tsundere," her mouth says no but her body says yes. Chuck gently rested his hand on her soft silver hair. Valentina looked up, her green eyes full of hostility, but when she saw the look of pure ecstasy on Chuck's face, she froze.
The blush on her cheeks deepened. Her heart began to race, and Chuck could feel her warm, frantic breath against him. Her hands sped up unconsciously, and her wet tongue swirled around the head again—this time, it didn't pull back. She began to clumsily, tentatively lick him.
Holy shit...
Chuck was finally feeling the peak. This once-powerful, arrogant warrior who had almost beaten him was now kneeling at his feet, actively using her tongue on him. The sheer dominance of it made his heart hammer. He moved his hand to the back of her head, his breathing becoming ragged, his muscles coiling.
Valentina noticed every reaction, and strangely... it made her own body burn. A dampness pooled between her shackled legs. She licked more fervently, her hands a blur. She told herself she just wanted it to be over, completely ignoring the fact that her pants were becoming soaked.
Finally, with a muffled groan from Chuck, his muscles locked, and the dragon began to throb violently!
Having no warning, Valentina was still deeply immersed in "eating the mushroom." She was startled when he began to spasm in her mouth.
The next second, her mouth was instantly filled to the brim.