"I..."
Despite her confusion and desperate urgency, Yitong Gu could only obediently answer Chuck's questions. She twisted her massive, ripe buttocks restlessly, forcing her brain—numbed by lust—to think, yet she couldn't find the answer.
Seeing this, Chuck immediately lowered his head. Through the floral sundress, he took one of the swollen peaks, right where the large, spreading damp patch was centered, into his mouth.
He took a deep, powerful suck!
"Nngh... ohhhh!"
With her beautiful eyes wide and her head thrown back in a visceral, feminine bray of pleasure, a rich milky fragrance exploded between Chuck's lips. He swallowed a warm mouthful but didn't rush to continue tasting. He looked up at Yitong again.
Finally understanding his hint, her expression began to collapse into a daze as she spoke.
"I am also... Master's... dairy cow."
"And what else?"
"Eh?"
Yitong didn't expect a third question after two answers. The itch between her legs was becoming unbearable, the void in her lower belly intensified, and her breasts were painfully engorged. But this time, no matter how much she racked her brain, she didn't know the answer. She could only look at Chuck with pleading, lust-filled eyes.
Chuck didn't make things difficult for her. "Besides 'Master,' what do you usually call me?"
Yitong froze for a moment, and then her already flushed ears turned a burning red. She answered softly, "...Hubby?"
Chuck nodded with satisfaction. "So, you are also the woman I will protect forever."
As the words fell, the glazed look in Yitong's eyes solidified. Then, her eyes suddenly welled with tears. In a situation saturated with raw lust, Chuck had suddenly uttered a strangely cliché confession, yet hearing it in her ears made her heart tremble and her nose sting with emotion.
But before she could even shed a tear, Chuck's hands suddenly dropped. His powerful waist thrust forward, and his dragon—burning like a red-hot iron bar—plunged effortlessly into the muddy, sodden marsh.
"Mmmph-eee-hoooo?!!"
It was like a violent scratch on an itch. Intense fullness flooded the void in her belly, and her inner longing was finally sated. Mixed with the emotion of Chuck's confession, her mental and physical satisfaction exploded simultaneously. The heaven-sent pleasure made Yitong's wide eyes go blank instantly.
Her head tilted back, the veins in her snowy neck standing out clearly. The toes of her fleshy feet hooked behind his back twitched and flared. Her wet, dark depths erupted with a hot, surging current. Her slightly bloated belly was visibly stretched by the dragon's path. Her palace, filled with Chuck's essence, along with her internal organs, was ruthlessly pressured by the giant shaft. Yitong's nostrils flared, her breathing coming in fast, sharp gasps to cope with the crushing ecstasy below.
By arching her back like that, her two milk-scented, heavy breasts were presented directly to Chuck, practically shoved into his mouth. Faced with such a grand invitation, Chuck didn't refuse. He clamped his teeth onto the fabric of the sundress, taking her nipple back into his mouth for another deep draw, while his hips began a rapid, rhythmic pounding.
Slap, slap, slap, slap.
This wasn't the first time Chuck had drained her while plowing her, but being possessed in this "takeout box" carry-position pushed Yitong's sensory limits to a new peak. More importantly, there was that confession.
They say women are emotional creatures, and there is truth to that. Feeling Chuck's explicit love, Yitong's brain began secreting a cocktail of estrogen, dopamine, and oxytocin, making her body hyper-sensitive and her depths even wetter.
As Chuck held her two snowy meat-thighs and hammered into her, lifting her belly with every strike, every feminine switch in the mature mother's body went haywire. Fluids sprayed from her crotch like a showerhead with every thrust. Her dignified face was smeared with tears and saliva. One of her heavy breasts was bitten by Chuck, while the other swung wildly, spraying droplets of sweet juice.
Naturally, her voice reached a volume never heard before.
"Hubby! Master! I love you so much! OHHH GOD—HAA!"
Her red lips were stretched into an "O," her voice completely cracking into a raw, feral scream of love. It was as if she no longer cared about the others in the room or even her own daughter. Her features were distorted in bliss as her moans rolled like thunder and juices flew.
This sound, of course, woke the others. Julia and Kaede got up first, staring blankly at the intense, erotic scene below. They both blushed, their legs rubbing together restlessly.
Momo Gu was the last to wake. She opened her watery eyes to see Julia's smiling face.
"...Sister Julia?"
"Momo, sweetie, did the noise wake you up?" Julia reached out—her own breasts swaying like jelly—and stroked the girl's hair. Hearing the familiar, piercing sounds behind Julia, Momo's face turned bright red.
"Is Baba... doing Mommy again?"
"Yes. Are you still sleepy? If you are, I can cover your ears for you~" Julia giggled and pulled Momo into a hug, kissing her cheek.
"No... I'm not sleepy," Momo murmured, her small body trying to peer past her. Julia understood and smiled, stepping aside.
The shocking scene was revealed to Momo without reservation. Snowy butt-cheeks were being slammed by powerful hips, creating ripples of flesh. Rosy feet and a waterfall of black hair swayed in the air. Her once-dignified mother had become a literal breeding bag, hanging from Chuck's waist as he hoisted and dropped her at will.
Momo watched, her face growing dazed. She climbed off the bed and stepped toward them, her eyes fixed on the junction of their bodies. Clear fluid began to leak from her own petite crotch.
Meanwhile, Yitong noticed her daughter. Amidst the madness, she managed to gasp out, "Momo... help... help Mommy... OHHH! Help Mommy... watch the pot, HAAA!"
Momo blinked, then looked at the steaming clay pot on the stove, snapping out of it.
"It's okay, I'll do it. Be careful not to get burned." Julia, already dressed, stepped in and took over the breakfast prep.
Momo turned back, her eyes glued to the act. She watched this "live show" until Chuck finally erupted deep inside, making Yitong scream as her belly bulged under her daughter's gaze.
In the storage room doorway, Janet—who had been awake for a while—stood with her arms crossed, a strange glint in her eyes.
Chuck tossed the twitching, unconscious Yitong onto the bed, where she drifted into a satisfied faint. He rolled his shoulders and turned to Julia. "Give me a sweet potato. I have to head out."
He zipped up, feeling refreshed. He took the steaming potato, kissed the gentle blonde mare, and walked out the door. His "Sage Time" wouldn't last forever; he had to move fast.
As Chuck expected, without the distraction of lust, his accuracy was terrifying. With a cold, logical mind, he devised a better plan: after paralyzing a goat, he didn't rush back. He tied it up, left it there, and followed the herd until he had controlled all the goats he needed.
By the time his Sage Mode began to fade, he had successfully paralyzed and tied up three healthy adult ewes. He brought them back one by one. With four healthy goats now in the pen, Janet's request was fulfilled, and the farm was officially in business.
However, a problem arose. The herd, having been chased several times, had retreated deep into the hills. By the time Chuck grabbed the last ewe, the remaining flock had strayed far from their original grazing grounds, nearing the volcanic zone at the center of the island.
Chuck knew what a new territory meant. He didn't want his "reserve food" to be eaten by some predator without his knowledge. After handing the flock over to Janet, he headed back to the Red Stone Hills around 10:00 AM.
The sun was high, and though it wasn't overly hot, the morning's exertion had Chuck sweating. As he neared the center of the island, the rocks changed from reddish-brown to black, and the smell of sulfur became pungent.
He found the remains of the flock. Fewer than ten goats were wandering nearby. But suddenly, a chill ran down Chuck's spine. His brow furrowed.
Something was wrong. He had never felt this—not even facing the bear or the snake. It was his perception, pushed to the human limit, screaming a warning. The air felt heavy, as if pressed down by something massive. Silence reigned.
He hesitated but kept moving. He figured as long as he didn't enter the volcano proper, he'd be safe. He just wanted to drive the goats back to their safe zone.
But the island rarely cooperates.
As he crouched low to circle behind the goats, a piercing, ear-splitting shriek erupted from the sky above.
"SKREEEE!—"
An overwhelming pressure slammed into him. Goosebumps broke out over his entire body. A massive shadow loomed over his heart. Without a second's hesitation, Chuck stood up and sprinted in the opposite direction at full speed.
Run!
Chuck didn't know what it was, but he knew staying there meant death. A giant shadow swept over the ground, blotting out the sun. His heart rate soared as he sprinted like the wind.
The mindless goats finally realized the danger as Chuck flew past them. They began to run in terror. Even these stupid animals could tell that the shadow in the sky was far more terrifying than the two-legged beast that had taken their friends.
Chuck was fast, but not compared to the shadow. Fortunately, like his earlier hunt, he didn't need to be faster than the predator; he just needed to be faster than the other prey.
A sudden blast of wind hit him from behind, followed by a desperate, dying bleat of a goat. The sound of massive wings beating rapidly faded into the distance.
Chuck reached the center of the hills and stopped, heart pounding. He turned to look.
Above the volcanic slope, a pair of giant wings—looking as if they were carved from obsidian—were beating powerfully. The creature was carrying a goat toward the summit. Rocks tumbled down the slopes.
Chuck stared until the wings vanished. He swallowed hard.
What the hell was that?!
He had never even heard of a bird that size. Based on the distance, he estimated the wingspan was over seven meters! Such a bird shouldn't exist in the modern world. If he hadn't seen the feather patterns and heard the shriek, he would have thought he was in a Jurassic Park movie facing a Pterodactyl.
Dammit.
He had reacted just in time. The more he thought about it, the more terrified he became. He could fight a snake, a bear, or a wolf pack with preparation. But that thing? He couldn't even imagine how to hurt it.
The intensity of the beasts had been increasing gradually—boar, leopard, python, wolves, bear. Each was a step up but winnable. This, however, was a massive jump in power.
There was only one conclusion: the volcano at the center of the island was not a place he could set foot in yet.
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