While their massive custom-made bed was comfortable, it couldn't compare to the open beach. Under the moonlight, Chuck turned the east beach into his personal harem grounds.
Moans and the sound of wet slapping filled the air as one sand-covered body after another collapsed in a heap of ecstasy. Julia was the first to fall. Seeing her aunt being ravaged had left her desperate; the moment Chuck gave the word, she stripped and lunged at him, hooking her legs around his waist. It wasn't long before the "expert" sister was twitching and spraying toward the stars, her tongue lolling out in a daze.
In his "full-power" mode, the normally resilient Western mare was reduced to a quivering mess within minutes. Kaede and Kaoru watched with ragged breath. They realized then that "technique" didn't matter. Their job was simple: lie down, open their legs, and get plowed. Chuck would handle the rest.
Eventually, even Momo Gu collapsed, sobbing as she climaxed. Chuck, now fully warmed up, turned to the last woman standing: the mature beauty, Yitong Gu.
As "punishment" for leading the group out, he had made her watch everyone else get their fill first. When he finally pushed her down onto the sand and began driving into her snowy buttocks, Yitong suddenly pulled one leg back and pressed her rosy foot against his chest.
"Hubby... do my feet look pretty?"
Chuck raised an eyebrow. "Who taught you that?"
"Eh? No... no one." Yitong blushed, biting her lip. She had been so dazed by lust that she instinctively tried the "foot move" Julia had taught them earlier.
Chuck gripped both of her ankles, pressing her mature feet together before leaning forward. Her feet were elegant—perfect arches, delicate lines, and meaty soles. "Tonight, you've committed two crimes," Chuck growled. "First, coming out without permission. Second, trying to use someone else's move on me. Bitch, are you ready for your punishment?"
"I'm... I'm ready~" Yitong whimpered, her voice like a young girl's.
He knew she had "failed" on purpose just to be disciplined. He teased her sensitive soles with his fingers while his dragon hammered into her flower core. The combination of internal fullness and external tickling made her eyes bulge. Her feet twitched and sweated as she screamed into the night air. Chuck erupted one final time deep inside her, ending the marathon at midnight.
The next morning, Chuck woke to find himself buried in red hair. Janet was curled against him, her massive breasts pressing into his side. Beneath her snowy skin, faint blue veins were visible, and the tips of her nipples were leaking white droplets. The scent of fresh milk woke Chuck's taste buds.
Janet whimpered in her sleep, looking slightly uncomfortable. Like Yitong at the beginning, her body hadn't adjusted to the sudden pressure of milk production.
Chuck licked his dry lips. He hadn't truly "enjoyed" her milk yet—fresh, imported Western mare milk. Don't mind if I do.
He opened his mouth and latched onto one of her swollen nipples.
"Nnggh... oh?" Janet woke with a start, her body shivering. Her blue eyes cleared, seeing Chuck suckling at her breast. "Baby? So early... oh! OHHHH!"
She thought he was just being playful, but Chuck took a deep, powerful gulp. A massive amount of warm, thick milk surged into his mouth. While Yitong's milk was sweet and delicate, Janet's was rich, creamy, and heavy—like pure, undiluted cream.
Gulp, gulp.
"Oh... oh my god, I'm... I..." Janet looked down as he suckled greedily. The intense stimulation and the relief of the pressure made her head spin. Why is he drinking from me? Why am I leaking? Is this... like Yitong?
The shock lasted only a moment before her eyes glazed over. It felt too good. Seeing him drink like a hungry baby fulfilled her deepest maternal fantasies. She grabbed his head and shoved it deeper into her snowy mounds.
With a primal moan, her other breast—the one he wasn't drinking from—began to spray wildly, like a balloon with multiple pinpricks. Chuck's face was soaked. He didn't waste a drop, grabing a clay jar and milking her manually until the pressure was gone.
Janet lay limp on the bed, her arm over her eyes. Her breasts, now covered in white droplets, rose and fell weakly. She couldn't understand her body, but after that climax, she didn't care.
Chuck stretched, then pulled a blushing Yitong into his arms. "Looks like you have a cow companion now," he whispered. "Any thoughts?"
Yitong's milk alone was more than he could drink; now with Janet, the supply doubled. He had nearly ten liters stored in his inventory, taking up 10kg of precious space. He couldn't keep hoarding it forever. Maybe it's time to learn how to make cheese.
But first, the "Deserted Island Farm" project needed its final piece: A Septic Tank.
Or more accurately, a toilet. It was the key to the energy cycle and essential for hygiene. Chuck chose a spot downwind, located on a high dirt slope beneath a cliff—perfect for drainage.
He spent the entire day digging. With his bronze tools and superhuman strength, he finished a 1.5m wide, 1.5m deep, and 3m long pit by late afternoon. As he climbed out, covered in dirt, a screen appeared:
[Notification: An excellent pit has been dug. New blueprint unlocked!] [Blueprint: Simple Latrine] [Type: Tier 5 Basic Blueprint] [Description: Basic waste processing and recycling facility. Includes latrine function. Warning: It smells.] [Materials: Stone Brick x100, Lime Mortar x50, Hardwood Planks x5, Metal Pipe x3]