A man, Chinese, about twenty-five years old.
Tall, strong, exceptionally powerful (abnormal).
Zero combat skills.
Dominant personality, extremely lustful.
Can I win?
A few nights ago, inside the artificial cave.
Outside the cave, the pale moonlight poured in like liquid silver, and the faint cries of women could be heard.
Valentina stood with her back to the cold moonlight, using a small stone in the dim light to slowly cross out the question mark on the final line of the wall.
Looking at the text on the stone surface, her snowy fists clenched tightly.
I can win.
Dreams, faith, love, wealth... if destined to lose everything, only one thing remained to be kept.
Valentina chose pride.
She was a proud female warrior; she would never give up the pursuit of victory. Even if that victory seemed unreachable, she would never stop her footsteps or bow her proud head.
...
THUD!
Just as her killing intent reached its peak, Valentina charged at Chuck without warning.
Inside the cave, a sudden, heavy thud echoed.
That silver-white short hair approached with a momentum that made Chuck's spine tingle, but she inexplicably stalled halfway.
Then, she took a sharp turn for the worse.
Before Chuck's stunned eyes, she fell forward as if she had been tripped by an invisible leg, face-planting straight into the dirt.
Her hands instinctively tried to shield her, but they failed to support her body at all. Her snowy cheekbone slammed hard against the ground, and her emerald pupils suddenly rolled upward.
Her entire body lay flat on the ground, twitching and convulsing uncontrollably.
"Guh... guh..."
Watching this scene, the hand Chuck had just raised slowly lowered.
He looked down, a literal question mark appearing over his head.
I... I haven't even fucked her yet, right?
We haven't even started fighting; how did she just go down?
Though it was bizarre, Chuck did not rush forward.
Since this was the final battle where everything was on the line, it wouldn't be surprising if this were some kind of trap.
But after watching for a moment, white foam began to seep from the corner of Valentina's mouth, and her face turned a deathly pale. Chuck's expression finally shifted from wary to dead serious.
He leaned forward, carefully rolling her from a face-down position onto her side, and peeled back one of her eyelids.
She was clearly unconscious.
It seemed this wasn't a scheme; something was seriously wrong with her body.
Without hesitation, Chuck sprinted out of the cave, shouting for the others.
Chuck never imagined that his final battle with the silver-haired Russian would end like this.
...
Five minutes later.
"I'm not entirely sure, but these look like symptoms of hyponatremia."
Janet finished a brief examination and slowly stood up from Valentina's side, looking at Chuck with a grave expression.
"It's an emergency. We need to replenish her salt levels immediately."
"...Hyponatremia?"
The moment Janet finished speaking, Elena sprinted out of the cave, seemingly to fetch something.
Chuck's brow furrowed deep.
"Why would she have low sodium?"
To be honest, Chuck really didn't understand the reason behind it.
Janet didn't think it was strange but quickly explained to him that the sodium content in the human body affects cellular osmotic pressure and other vitals. As Chuck listened, it began to sound familiar, and he easily recalled those junior high biology lessons he once knew by heart.
"In short, a long-term lack of sodium causes osmotic pressure to drop, leading to all sorts of systemic failures."
Janet finished, looking down sternly at Valentina, who was lying across her lap, still twitching.
"For her to be in a coma and convulsing... honestly, it's a very severe case. We have to get salt into her system now, or her life is in danger."
Although she didn't have much affection for this terrifying silver-haired woman, Janet knew she wasn't a bad person and didn't want to see her die.
Chuck nodded. "Understood. I'll figure something out."
"Coming! I'm coming!"
Before Chuck could even finish his sentence, Elena, who had just run out, came rushing back, her massive breasts swinging wildly as she ran.
In her hand was a bowl of fresh water and a small clay jar containing something unknown.
"Salt is here!"
Chuck watched as Elena knelt beside Valentina, took out the jar, and poured out some grayish-white crystals, carefully dissolving them in the bowl.
Chuck's expression became incredibly colorful.
Where the hell did that salt come from?!
While he was stunned, a small hand reached out from the side. Momo gripped Chuck's wrist and explained in a quiet voice.
"It's crude salt I got from drying seawater whenever I had free time."
"..."
Chuck's eyes were wide with shock.
Since they had salt, Chuck didn't need to go looking for any. Elena and Janet worked together, with some difficulty getting the unconscious, convulsing Valentina to swallow the saltwater. After waiting for a while.
Valentina's body finally stopped twitching. Although she remained in a coma, her condition had at least stabilized.
Seeing the strong, silver-haired woman out of danger, Elena finally breathed a sigh of relief. Her voluptuous body slumped onto the ground as if her strength had left her. She turned around, propping herself up with her hands, and looked up at Chuck and her daughter with eyes full of guilt and shimmering tears.
"I'm so sorry... it was my negligence."
"Momo told me about this before, but when I was preparing her food, I completely forgot. It's all my fault..."
"Alright, get up first. How can I blame you?"
Chuck sighed and shook his head, stepping forward to help Elena and Janet up, then bending over to pick up the still-unconscious Valentina.
Only then did he cast a questioning gaze toward Momo.
The little one quickly understood and explained in simple, easy-to-understand terms.
"Drying seawater is simple, but the crude salt you get isn't pure table salt. It contains impurities like magnesium chloride, which can be harmful if you eat too much. That's why I told Mommy to only put a little bit in when she boils the soup."
Hearing this, Chuck finally understood the whole story.
As the member with the highest intelligence in the house currently, Momo was different from the two Japanese high schoolers who focused on volleyball and being gyarus; she was a brilliant kid forged in the fires of competitive education.
The importance of salt, how to extract it from seawater, and the pros and cons of crude salt—these were things that Elena and Chuck might have known once.
But since graduating, the peak of their academic lives had grown distant. For them, that knowledge was like water they drank yesterday—mostly drained out of the system.
So, in simple terms, this is what happened:
Some time ago, Momo realized the house was lacking salt and the risks that followed. She figured she could solve it herself without bothering Chuck, so she dried some seawater, got the crude salt, and gave it to her mother to use sparingly in cooking.
Because of this, Chuck and the other women had avoided hyponatremia without even noticing there was a problem.
Until a person who had been deprived of salt for a long time fainted right in front of Chuck's eyes.
No wonder Elena's meat soup always had a faint salty tang that tasted quite good. Chuck had assumed it was because of the wild vegetables from the shore. So that was the reason...
Originally, in his eyes, salt, pepper, and sugar were just seasonings—nice to have, but not a priority.
But now it seemed it wasn't that simple.
Looking at the Valentina in his arms—her breathing stabilizing and her color returning slightly, though still out cold—Chuck could only shake his head helplessly.
What a mess.
She really was a "Low-Sodium Valentina."
...
He brought Valentina back to the wooden house, placed her on the single bed in the storage room that Janet used to occupy, and tethered her with a single chain, letting her rest.
Since everyone was present and things had been getting complicated lately—especially with this latest accident—Chuck felt it was necessary to strengthen the communication and coordination between himself and the women.
So, before starting work for the afternoon, he called everyone to the dining table for the Second Family Meeting.
"Anyway, let's discuss what just happened first."
Chuck sat with Momo on his lap, rubbing her soft little belly while looking at Kaoru.
"Kaoru, you're resting this afternoon. Watch that woman in the storage room. If anything happens, let me know immediately using Momo's phone."
"Understood, Mr. Chuck."
"And... Momo."
Chuck looked down at Momo, who was leaning happily against his chest enjoying the belly rub, and let out a soft sigh.
"About the salt. Since you thought of it, why didn't you tell me?"
"I..."
The little one's eyes filled with a trace of grievance, but she answered in a small voice.
"Because Baba is already so busy every day. I wanted to help share the load..."
She didn't finish her sentence, bowing her head and pouting her lips.
Chuck smiled helplessly and rubbed her small head.
"Wanting to help me is a good thing, but you have to at least tell me. Otherwise, like today, I didn't even know I had made such an oversight, right?"
"Mmm... I know I was wrong."
Tears began to well up in Momo's large eyes. Elena, sitting across from them, also looked full of guilt. Seeing this, Chuck laughed softly and leaned down to kiss Momo on the lips.
"Alright, you aren't wrong. If anything, we owe you today. But if you have similar ideas in the future, you have to tell me first, okay?"
"...Okay."
Momo, having been kissed, turned beet-red and stopped tearing up, nodding obediently at Chuck.
"The same goes for the rest of you."
Chuck looked up at the women around the table, his expression serious.
"Even though I've been making the arrangements for the household, I'm only one man. I can't consider every detail perfectly, and there are too many things I don't know."
"So, if any of you has an idea, don't keep it to yourself. Let me know immediately so I can adjust the plans based on the reality of the situation."
"Okay—"
The women all nodded with smiles in response to Chuck's words.
Unexpectedly, Julia, who was sitting next to Chuck, suddenly raised her hand high.
"I have an idea!"
Chuck turned his head to look at the golden-haired mare. Seeing the strange smirk on her face, he had a hunch she wasn't about to say anything "wholesome," but he nodded anyway.
"Go ahead, Julia."
"I think our bed is a bit too narrow."
As she spoke, Julia stood up like an orator, pointing at the massive communal bed made of three double-sized wooden frames. She suggested with a dead serious face.
"Uh... narrow?"
Everyone looked toward the bed. The three frames took up almost the entire inner space of the room. Even if they added more, they could only fit one more at most, unless they added a second row...
"Darling, do you know how I woke up this morning?"
Julia seemed to have a solid argument prepared. She tossed her blonde hair over her shoulder, crossed her arms under her breasts, and blinked at Chuck.
"...Did I wake you up?"
Chuck answered with a hint of embarrassment. After all, it wasn't news that he occasionally chose someone to fuck awake in the morning.
Unexpectedly, Julia shook her head.
"No. At this point, the screaming doesn't wake me up anymore. Sometimes I can't even sleep if I don't hear it."
Her words were shocking, and Chuck was stunned, yet he didn't expect the other women at the table to nod in sincere agreement.
But that wasn't the most shocking part.
"I was woken up by Aunt Janet's milk spraying me..."
"I wasn't even fully awake when suddenly—splat—my whole face was covered. I thought it was Darling's essence... I even took a lick. Oh my god."
As Julia spoke, her entire upper body gave a shiver of disgust, and she instinctively wiped her cheek.
Watching her aunt being held and fucked by Chuck on the beach turned her on, but being forced to drink a mouthful of her aunt's breast milk was too weird even for her.
"Hey, Jules??"
Janet, sitting across the table, finally couldn't take it. Her face was crimson as she slapped her hands on the table, her massive breasts rippling with the impact.
"Are you disgusted by my milk?"
"I'm not disgusted, Aunt Janet. I have no problem with you or your milk. I just don't want to drink it."
"What's the difference between my milk and your mother's? You sure used to enjoy it when you were a baby."
"Auntie?! WHAT THE FUCK?!"
"Alright, alright, stop."
Seeing the two Western mares start arguing over breast milk, Chuck reached out and ended the bizarre conversation.
"I've noted the bed issue. I'll think of a design in the next couple of days."
While Julia's request was sudden, it wasn't unreasonable. With Janet joining, the number of people in the bed had reached seven. While the space was technically enough for sleeping, for someone like Chuck who was constantly plowing back and forth every morning and night, it was indeed starting to feel crowded.
Thinking of this, a hotel room layout he had once stayed in crossed Chuck's mind.
But the next moment, a soft sensation interrupted his thoughts.
He turned his head to find the blonde mare opening her arms for a passionate hug.
"Darling is the best~"
She pressed her lips against his in a loud mwah, her fragrant "jade rabbits" crushing against his chest. They kissed for a long time in front of everyone before pulling apart with a string of saliva.
But immediately after, Julia leaned into his ear, whispering in a voice only the two of them could hear.
"Darling... I heard Aunt Janet say today that every time you help her with a wish lately, she gives you a reward?"
Chuck raised an eyebrow, his lips curling up. "That's true. Why?"
"Then this time..."
Julia suddenly made an incredibly wanton expression and reached her hand into the back of her shorts.
Then, accompanied by a soft, joyous moan in his ear...
A warm object, still carrying her body heat, was placed into Chuck's palm.