"Hurry..."
The air in the dead of night was finally cool, but the room remained as humid and stifling as always.
Inside the storage room, Chuck held a pair of firm, snowy-white legs slung over his shoulders. His hands clamped down like iron vices, pinning her toned arms above her head and exposing her smooth, sweat-slicked armpits.
His glistening dragon, still streaked with a trace of blood and covered in white foam, remained motionless.
Beneath him, the silver hair soaked in sweat trembled slightly. In those green eyes, nearly destroyed by pleasure, where was the cold defiance of the past? Only the crazed longing of an addict remained.
"Hurry!"
"Hurry and do what?" Chuck lowered his head slightly. Despite his erection standing tall, he remained unmoved.
"Hurry... put it in!" A desperate plea, fueled by overwhelming lust, came from beneath him.
Yet Chuck simply watched her agonizing struggle without taking action. A long time passed until the river below had flooded completely. Only then did he lean his hips forward—not to enter, but to slowly rub against the pink butterfly on the outside...
"Ohhh—aaaaahhh!!"
A scream mixed with pleasure, longing, and an intense, unbearable emptiness rang out. Her snowy cheeks, bearing a clear, blood-tinged slap mark, were now thoroughly soaked with tears and snot.
"Please! Let me come! Please!"
Seeing the woman beneath him begging like never before, a smirk finally curled on Chuck's lips.
He knew she was a "small fry"... but he didn't expect her to be this pathetic.
Five hours earlier.
Objectively speaking, if one were to rank the labor force of the current household from "Beast" to "Trash," there were distinct differences between each member.
Although this wasn't Chuck's subjective opinion, a ranking had to be factual. Momo Gu and Kawano Kaoru were both delicate and physically weak; solely in terms of labor, they unfortunately earned a "Trash" rating.
The mature beauty Yitong Gu, once a high-powered female executive, did value fitness, but her busy schedule and childcare duties left her with less time for the gym than she had milk. Her voluptuous figure was mostly genetic gifts. However, once she mastered housework, she proved to be hardworking and enduring. Considering everything, she earned an "NPC" rating.
Julia, the college mare, was older than the girls but younger than the MILFs. With a well-proportioned body and regular exercise habits, her physical stats were relatively good. Since day one on the island, she had been a huge help to Chuck. She earned an "Elite" rating.
The other mature mare, Janet, possessed a body with explosive breasts and buttocks. Aside from her outstanding genetics and racial bonuses, her tireless effort in the gym and her background as a rancher and truck driver gave her physical stamina comparable to an average adult male. Her excellent labor capacity earned her a "Top-Tier" rating.
The low-key volleyball girl, Yamamae Kaede, had the advantage of youth and years of rigorous training, giving her national-level athletic ability. Now further enhanced by her exclusive bonus, if she returned to school, she would likely be Olympic-level. She was also hardworking, earning her a matching "Top-Tier" rating.
Finally, there was the Slavic warrior, Valentina.
On her first day of work, she followed Chuck under the scorching sun, mining in the Redstone Hills and making five round trips to the Redwood Forest to chop and carry wood. Though it looked strenuous, she gritted her teeth and persisted without dragging Chuck down. In the end, she even helped him split all the redwood into firewood, doubling his expected output.
Deservedly, she earned a "Beast" rating.
As for Chuck himself...
"Ready?"
At dusk, the sun dipped low, but the heat lingered. As Chuck expected, this heatwave, like the storm before it, would likely last longer than previous ones.
He had originally planned to forge steel wedges before nightfall, but due to Valentina's intense demand and the late hour, he set it aside and ended the workday.
It was finally time for the last battle Valentina had been longing for.
"You look tired. Want to rest first?" Chuck asked with a smile as he unlocked the chains on her wrists, stepping back two paces to look at the sweat-drenched hair on her temples and snowy neck.
"No need." The chains fell. Valentina rubbed her red, chafed wrists, her voice calm and resolute.
Although she had spent the afternoon chopping and carrying wood with Chuck, it had only been three or four hours. She was far from exhausted. On the battlefield, going days or weeks without rest was common.
This fight should have happened two days ago, but it had been delayed until now. There would be no fourth time. Tonight, no matter what, there would be a conclusion.
"Just a warm-up."
Golden sunset light bathed the stone platform. Outside the nearby wooden cabin, the gathered women focused their gazes on the pair. None of them looked worried for Chuck; instead, they watched with keen interest, occasionally shouting encouragement.
"Good. Lots of spirit."
Watching Valentina crouch slightly, her gaze locked on his throat, killing intent rising as she assumed her familiar leopard-like stance, Chuck smiled and nodded.
He curled his finger. "Come."
Whoosh!
Valentina's legs exploded with power, launching her toward Chuck with terrifying momentum. In the blink of an eye, she was in front of him, unleashing a storm of attacks.
Chuck blocked and dodged with agility, but Valentina's follow-up strikes were instant. Every blow targeted a vital point—eyes, throat, groin—using every dirty trick in the book. Most importantly, this time she abandoned all defense. There was no retreat, only relentless offense.
This forced Chuck to constantly dodge or block.
"Betting everything" meant deciding superiority and life or death. She treated this as the last battle of her life. If she lost, she would be taken by Chuck and become his woman. Before that, she would fight him with her life on the line. Either she would be killed by Chuck, or she would claim the victory she craved and take his life.
This was Valentina's mindset. She wanted to show Chuck that even after being humiliated time and again, she was still the warrior who would rather die than yield.
Unfortunately, while Valentina's resolve was admirable, this strategy only worked between opponents of similar strength.
Although Chuck had fought her seriously in the past... had he ever used his full strength?
Since Valentina wanted to put her life on the line, this time, Chuck would show her that even risking death wouldn't change the outcome.
A snowy fist aimed straight for Chuck's throat. Simultaneously, Valentina's right leg was already driving off the ground; the moment Chuck dodged or blocked the punch, a knee to his gut would follow.
But this time, Chuck didn't dodge or block. He let the snowy fist strike his vulnerable throat.
Crack.
The fragile cartilage of his throat gave a crisp sound, followed by sharp pain.
The moment the punch connected, a look of shock appeared in Valentina's murderous eyes.
Wait... why didn't he dodge?!
A sudden terror rose in her heart. The sensation of cracking bone told her it was too late. In the split second she tried to retract her fist and retreat, a heavy impact slammed into the side of her face!
SMACK!!!
Valentina's left ear rang. Her vision blurred. A terrifying force sent her upper body crashing to the right. She hit the ground with a thud and began to twitch, eyes rolling back.
[Detected: Host throat cartilage fracture, multiple vein ruptures. Injury severity: Critical.] [Exclusive Passive Effect: "Outer Steel, Inner Soft" temporarily disabled.] [Exclusive Passive Skill: "Outer Soft, Inner Steel" triggered!]
Chuck slowly lowered his left hand, which had swelled with [Bloodlust Control]. The sharp pain in his neck lasted only three seconds before vanishing alongside the system prompt and a massive drain on his stamina.
[Passive Skill — "Outer Soft, Inner Steel" complete. Injury recovery: 100%. Stamina consumption: 47.3%.]
This injury was clearly far less severe than being swatted by the black bear. Not only was he fully healed, but the stamina cost was much lower.
Chuck raised his tingling hand and rubbed his Adam's apple. Aside from a slight itch, there was no sensation.
Cheers and applause erupted from the cabin. The women didn't know why Chuck was fighting this woman, but him winning was always good news.
Chuck walked over to Valentina. She had stopped twitching, but the entire right side of her face was swollen high. A bright red handprint was already turning purple. She lay on the ground, eyes rolled back, white foam trickling from her mouth.
Chuck hadn't used 100% of his strength for that slap, but definitely 90%. It was enough to knock her out cold. If he hadn't intentionally avoided her ear, her eardrum would have burst.
The victor was decided.
He patted Valentina's intact left cheek. No response. She was out cold and likely wouldn't wake up for a while.
Chuck wasn't in a rush. He hoisted her onto his shoulder and walked slowly toward the cabin.
The battle was over. Now, it was time to enjoy the spoils.
After a busy day and a no-holds-barred brawl that consumed a massive amount of stamina to heal, even with his potion-enhanced body, Chuck wasn't a god. A fierce round-robin battle with the women tonight would be a bit of a stretch.
After explaining the situation to the women, that night...
Slurp... slurp...
Chuck lay comfortably flat on the wide wooden bed, his head resting on the soft lap pillows of two mature women.
Yitong and Janet sat side by side, their fleshy thighs pressed together. Leaning forward with flushed faces, they cupped their massive, milk-scented peaks, taking turns feeding their leaking nipples into Chuck's mouth.
One was the shy, inverted nipple of a gentle Asian MILF; the other was the prominent, textured nipple of a Western mare. Elegant fragrance and rich sweetness burst alternately in the air. Coquettish and husky moans echoed above his head with every pull of his mouth.
Meanwhile, Julia and Momo lay across Chuck's legs, their tender lips and tongues tending to his dragon and its pouch. After many such sessions, their coordination was seamless. A simple exchange of glances allowed them to swap positions, varying speed and pressure to tease Chuck's senses.
Just as Chuck savored the milk of the mature women, Kaede and Kaoru lay in the crooks of his arms, cheeks pressed against his chest, tongues circling his nipples. Their youthful, smooth bodies clung to him, occasionally looking up to leave a hickey on his neck.
Six women serving one man. Each had her task, but the goal was the same: to please Chuck, even as their own legs grew soaked with desire.
"Darling? Are you... going to pop the silver-haired woman's cherry tonight? Gulp—" Julia swirled her tongue around the tip, then used her hand to replace her mouth so she could ask with a smile before swallowing him whole again.
"We'll see if she wakes up later. But yeah, it's time," Chuck sighed in pleasure, eyes narrowed like an emperor.
"That time you hung her up... it was so intense. Just watching made my heart race, ohhh—" Yitong sighed with hearts in her eyes before Chuck bit down on her nipple, eliciting a pig-like squeal.
"After all, Baby's thing is just too unnatural. I don't think any woman could face it without screaming," Janet said, stroking Chuck's hair with motherly affection. "But Baby..." She frowned slightly as she caressed him. "Are you sure she won't be a threat to us?"
Chuck smiled, pinching her leaking breast. "After tonight, probably not."
Hearing this, Janet's breathing quickened. Understanding his meaning, a gleam of excitement appeared in her mature blue eyes. "Then I guess we'll have to endure some noise tonight~"
With the women's wholehearted service, Chuck released into Julia's throat, feeling much refreshed. Since everyone had worked hard that day, the women fell into a deep sleep quickly, even without Chuck's embrace.
Listening to their breathing even out, Chuck gently removed the limbs draped over him. By the red light of the dying fire, he got out of bed and headed to the storage room.
Valentina was now occupying Janet's old room. After slapping her unconscious, Chuck had chained her right wrist to the headboard as he had the day before.
But as he told Janet, after tonight, Valentina would pose no threat. This last chain would no longer be necessary.
Why? Simple. She was a sensitive "small fry," and Chuck had saved his energy specifically for tonight.
The dim firelight barely illuminated the storage room. Chuck saw Valentina's pale eyelashes tremble and slowly lift as he approached.
"Awake?"
Meeting her dazed green eyes, Chuck's lips curled into an indescribable smile.
"You haven't forgotten our bet, have you? Valentina Orekhov."
As his words fell, Valentina's pupils focused. A trace of fear appeared in her gaze... followed by a trace of relief.
"Good."
Without needing an answer, Chuck understood she had accepted her reality. He reached out and ripped off her two pieces of clothing.
"From now on, you are my woman. What I say, you do."
"Now, spread your legs. And just like I said before... grab it yourself, and put it in yourself."