Janet's words were like two atomic bombs detonating right beneath Chuck's groin, causing the crimson mushroom head to lurch upward with world-shaking momentum. Chuck's rationality held for only a heartbeat before shattering completely; his "lower head" seized total control of his body.
With their breathing synchronized in ragged gasps, they scrambled like a desperate couple in a movie, frantically shedding their clothes to escape the confines of fabric.
Rustle, rustle...
The night tide continued to lap at the shore. Within moments, clothes, shoes, and socks lay scattered across the sand. Chuck sat up, and under the silver glow of the moon, he finally beheld the full, naked glory of Janet.
Her pale, meaty buttocks were impossibly round and full, boasting an exaggerated proportion that perfectly balanced the massive twin peaks of her chest. Her thick thighs were a mix of lush softness and firm muscle, leading down to rosy feet that were smoother and more delicate than he had imagined. Janet lay back languidly on the moonlit sand, looking like a classical oil painting—voluptuous, snowy, and radiating the raw, pheromone-heavy allure unique to a mature Western woman.
Just looking at her was enough to trigger a man's most primal instincts. And just as Chuck devoured her with his eyes, Janet stared fixedly at the towering dragon, watching it pulse with every beat of his heart.
This massive thing is finally going inside me.
There was no nervousness in her gaze—only a hunger that had been simmering for weeks. She remembered hearing Yitong Gu describe how Chuck's essence could fill a woman's belly until it bulged. At the time, she thought it was a ridiculous exaggeration. But after weeks of falling asleep to the sounds of frenzied coupling outside her door, seeing the other women—including her own niece—screaming in ecstasy as their bellies were stretched tight, Janet realized Yitong hadn't been lying.
Chuck's sexual capacity was that of a literal monster. As her feelings for him deepened, she couldn't help but fantasize about being skewered by that shaft and filled to the brim. Would I roll my eyes and spray like the others? How incredible would that feel?
Now, the fantasy was becoming reality. Janet's plump lips curled into a sultry smile as she slowly spread her thick, snowy thighs, revealing her most intimate sanctuary. The damp, lush forest and the hidden, flesh-colored butterfly were unveiled. The butterfly's "wings" were thick and tender, a warm pink that pulsed like a heartbeat, weeping a steady stream of slick nectar in invitation.
Chuck could no longer restrain himself. He lunged forward, his powerful frame pressing down onto the warm, soft cushion of her body. Janet's supple arms wrapped around him, her heavy breasts crushing against his chest. It felt like returning to a primal, maternal embrace.
The burning head of his dragon was kissed by the thick folds of her entrance. Her legs hooked around his waist, locking behind him like a vice to prevent any escape. Janet's deep, motherly voice rasped in his ear.
"Come here, baby... Mommy has been waiting for this for so long..."
Like a starting pistol firing for a sprint, Chuck reacted with the speed of a pro athlete. His hips, coiled like high-tension springs, snapped forward. The scorching dragon head ruthlessly parted the butterfly's wings, creating a wet splash as it buried itself deep into the mature woman's depths.
A fragile barrier that had stood for over thirty years was breached with ease. Virgin folds that had never been touched were forcibly stretched, every millimeter molding tightly against Chuck's shaft. The slick, tight walls clung to him with the perfect balance of mature accommodation and virgin grip. The inner heat was so intense it felt like sinking into a boiling, velvet furnace.
Janet's legs tightened around his waist, her rosy toes curling in the sand. Her eyes snapped wide, and a long, ragged moan tore from her throat.
"Nnggh... ohhhhh—!"
Finally! He's inside me!
The vivid reality of it made her snowy flesh tremble. Her voice carried a hint of sharp pain, but she didn't scream like a young girl; it was a deep, guttural sound—halfway between a punch to the gut and a scratch on a deep itch.
[Janet's Trust has increased by 20! Current Trust: 83 (Infatuated)]
Chuck glanced down, seeing streaks of red being washed away by the flooding nectar of her arousal, dripping onto the sand. She really was a virgin. The sheer contrast of this mature, worldly woman offering up her thirty-year-old purity sent Chuck's adrenaline into the stratosphere.
Janet placed a hand on the back of Chuck's head. Her eyes were glazed, her breath hot and fragrant. "Baby... you're so big. And so... so hot."
As she spoke, her internal walls began to ripple and pulsate, as if thousands of tiny tentacles were massaging him. Chuck felt a jolt of electricity shoot up his spine. Holy shit... He broke into a cold sweat. He hadn't even started moving yet, and the sensation was already this intense? She was a natural-born man-killer.
Not wanting to show weakness, Chuck smirked and looked down at her. "Does it hurt?"
"It's fine..." Janet bit her lower lip, her hands raking across his back as she locked her legs even tighter. "Move, baby... tear Mommy's insides apart..."
As the night deepened, the fireplace inside the cabin crackled. The women had finished dinner and remained at the table, chatting and waiting for Chuck to return and "claim" them for the night.
With Chuck absent, the conversation naturally turned to womanly topics—specifically, skincare. Despite the harsh conditions, their vanity remained. Julia had used her knowledge of local flora to create natural products using aloe, clay, seashell powder, coconut milk, and sea algae. Kawano Kaoru had become Julia's biggest fan, following the golden-haired "goddess" around like a disciple.
Though Kaede and Kaoru had arrived with a language barrier, they were learning fast. Much like Chuck's fluent English, they were now able to understand about 90% of daily conversations and speak most common phrases in Chinese.
Beyond skincare, they discussed hygiene, chores, and the scenery. And, most importantly—sex.
Sex with Chuck was fundamentally different from anything in the normal world. It was common knowledge among them that a normal man's dick doesn't make a woman's belly bulge, nor does his "essence" stay inside and keep the stomach distended for over a day. In the beginning, they were all passive victims, hammered into unconsciousness by this stallion of a man. It took weeks of "training" for them to even stay conscious enough to enjoy the transcendent pleasure.
"You all know Darling has a thing for feet," Julia said, propping her chin on her hand and sharing her expertise. "If you time it right, pull your foot back and press it against his chest. Use your toes to press down, like this."
Julia turned in her chair, lifting her long, snowy legs and flexing her ankles. "There's a 50% chance he'll erupt right then. Even if he doesn't, it slows him down for a few seconds. Use it when you feel like you're about to black out from the pleasure. It's a lifesaver~"
The other women stared, then a smattering of applause broke out.
"As expected of Sister Julia. I have to try that." "So impressive. I've learned something new."
Momo Gu, looking thoughtful, raised her hand like a student in class. "But Sister Julia, that's good for a breather, but is there a way to last longer while Baba is... moving? Because when he moves, that's when it feels the best..."
The "Weakling Trio" of Kaoru and Kaede nodded in frantic agreement. Julia was stumped. Although she was one of the few "elites" who could go two rounds with Chuck, she wasn't sure why. She eventually gave a shallow answer: "I guess... just get plowed more?"
"I think the key is breathing."
Yitong Gu's gentle voice cut in. Having finished the chores, she sat down next to her daughter. "Breathing?" Julia blinked, listening intently.
"He is very large and incredibly strong," Yitong explained with the logic of a former corporate executive. "Every thrust is heavy and hits the very back. Our bodies receive more stimulation than the neural threshold can handle in a short time. That's why we lose our minds."
She spoke with authority. "Passive endurance only gets you so far. If you want immediate results, you have to synchronize your breathing with his rhythm."
"Mommy, how do we do that?"
Yitong smiled and placed her hand on Momo's belly. "Momo, imagine he is inside you now. Follow the rhythm of my hand..."
As Yitong generously shared her "Anti-Dick Breathing Technique," the women practiced, eager to improve their sexual stamina. The room was filled with rhythmic inhaling and exhaling.
Suddenly, Yamamae Kaede glanced at the dark window. "Wait... it's so late. Why isn't Mr. Chuck back?"
"He went for a walk on the beach, didn't he?" Kaoru said.
"But it's almost 9:00 PM," Julia muttered, standing up. "Usually by this time, Darling has already finished plowing one of us..."
She didn't doubt Chuck's safety, but the way he had followed her aunt out felt... strange. She wasn't worried about a "secret affair"—she had known about Janet and Chuck from the start and even supported it—but she felt like they were hiding something else.
"I'll go find them." "I'll come too, Sister Julia," Kaede added.
"Wait." Yitong Gu stood up and walked to the window. "The moon is beautiful tonight. Why don't we all go for a walk together?"
Leaving the routine of the cabin at this hour felt strange. Usually, they'd be lined up in bed waiting for their turn. But as they stepped out, they found Yitong was right—it was a perfect night. The breeze was cool, the moon was bright, and the stars were endless.
As they walked toward the east beach, Julia suddenly stopped. A sense of déjà vu washed over her.
"They... they wouldn't be doing it on the beach, would they?"
"Eh?" The other women blushed. Aside from Julia, none of them knew about the growing heat between Chuck and Janet.
"Janet? When did she..." Yitong's eyes widened. She remembered how much Janet had distrusted Chuck when she first arrived. But then again... wasn't I exactly the same? Of course, Chuck wouldn't let a mature beauty like Janet slip through his fingers.
"If that's the case, is it bad if we all go there?" Yitong whispered, though she made no move to stop.
"If they are... we can just stay back," Momo said, her voice trembling slightly.
The "Weakling Trio" were red-faced and lost. Julia, however, felt a strange, exciting tingle. The casual walk had turned into a voyeuristic mission.
Finally, as the sound of the waves grew louder, a familiar sound drifted through the trees.
"OHHHH—YESSSS—!"
The scream was three parts wolf howl, five parts primal grunt, and ten parts bitch-in-heat. It carried the raspy depth of a mature woman pushed to the brink of insanity by pleasure.
The women slowed down. Their hearts raced. They moved silently toward the source of the noise. As they reached the edge of the jungle, the moonlit beach revealed a scene more intense than any of them had imagined.
Slap, slap, slap, slap, slap.
"YES! OH—YES YES YES YES!!"
Under the moonlight, a powerful, muscular young man stood on the sand with his legs braced. He held a voluptuous, snowy-skinned woman in the air, her legs wrapped around him in a high-intensity "takeout box" carry. He was hammering into her with brutal, rhythmic force.
With every loud, wet collision, the woman's mature body rippled with waves of flesh. Her thick thighs and rosy feet twitched helplessly in the air, matching the wild swing of her long red hair. She was arched back, screaming her lungs out at the sky.
The scene was pure, primal passion. The women hiding in the brush stared, wide-eyed, as their own crotches began to overflow. The couple on the beach, lost in their own world, were indeed Janet and Chuck.
"They really are doing it..."
Julia's pupils dilated with shock and arousal. She had never seen her Aunt Janet look so... "feminine." Her hand instinctively reached down between her own legs.
On the beach, the battle was reaching its fever pitch. A grand finale, unlike anything the island had seen before, was about to erupt.