"I don't understand why I still can't beat you, even after all this."
As Chuck slowly climbed onto the bed, Valentina's hollow voice echoed in the storage room.
Her right cheek still throbbed with numbness and stinging pain. She stared at Chuck's face, inches from hers, and at his Adam's apple, which was completely unharmed.
Her chest heaved more rapidly.
She had lost to Chuck many times. For this last-ditch battle, Valentina was fully prepared to accept defeat. In fact, from the start, she hadn't held much hope; it was a do-or-die attempt.
But she hadn't expected to lose like this.
From the beginning, Chuck had dismantled her combat techniques by trading blows. Then, he had broken her prideful chokehold with sheer brute strength. Now, she had landed a solid punch squarely on his throat—a vital point.
Yet he was completely fine. Why?
In that moment, Valentina couldn't help but recall their first encounter. He had been slapped into a tree by a black bear, his chest armor caved in. By all rights, he should have died on the spot. Yet not long after, he stood up and even cursed at her in Russian.
Valentina tilted her head back slightly, her pupils trembling. Her miserable face, marked by the handprint, was shadowed by Chuck.
"Are you... really human?"
"As far as I know, there's reproductive isolation between different species," Chuck said as he slowly thrust his hips forward. The towering, scorching dragon arrived at the gates of her garden. "So, you'll know once you try."
Valentina's gaze drifted down to the terrifying object that had tormented her so miserably before. The last trace of resistance in her eyes melted away like snow in early spring.
"..."
Her hand reached down slowly and gripped the monstrous thing.
Today's crushing defeat had nearly extinguished her last belief in victory. She almost no longer believed she could ever defeat Chuck. She knew that from now on, no matter how many times she tried, no matter how many chances he gave her, the result would likely be the same.
If victory was impossible, was there any point in continuing to challenge him?
Valentina didn't know.
But she couldn't give up.
"I... will definitely defeat you. No matter how many times I fail, no matter how long it takes!"
Valentina grit her teeth, looked up into Chuck's eyes, and issued her defiant declaration once more. Her gaze held an untamable stubbornness, like a soldier proving their resolve through death. She guided the thick, burning spear into the last pure land between her legs.
"Definitely... definitely defeat you! ...AHHH!!!"
As Valentina's pitch suddenly spiked, a wave of hot, tight wrapping engulfed Chuck, sending a numbing sensation from his spine to his lower back.
Looking down in the firelight, Chuck could clearly see a thread of red trickling down from their connection point.
Her six defined abs twitched rhythmically. Her snowy thighs instinctively tightened, her long legs wrapping around the base of Chuck's thighs. A flush of crimson uncontrollably spread across her resolute, icy face.
Seeing this, Chuck's breathing quickened.
He looked down at her messy silver hair and those trembling emerald eyes, unable to suppress a sigh of admiration.
"Even though I've fought you so many times... honestly, you are a top-tier prize."
With a smirk, Chuck leaned forward, his hips beginning a slow, rhythmic movement.
"Ugh... ah..."
At first, Chuck's movements were small, limited to the few centimeters Valentina had guided in herself—about five centimeters.
Even so, his sheer girth caused Valentina to let out suppressed groans. Beads of crystal sweat seeped from her tense abdominal muscles.
But Chuck was never going to be satisfied with just that. With each movement, the dragon claimed more territory, stretching Valentina's tender folds completely open.
Her groans grew louder and sharper.
Six centimeters. Seven. Eight.
Twelve centimeters!
"YAAAAH!!!"
With a sudden, deep thrust from Chuck, Valentina's pupils contracted violently. Her snowy, athletic legs snapped straight, her toes curling from the intense stimulation. Her upper body arched sharply, her hands instinctively pressing against Chuck's solid chest.
Her throat released a sharp, girlish cry.
"Wait... wait! Too much!"
Valentina's chest heaved rapidly, her pink nipples swollen and erect. Sweat rolled down her flushed neck, sliding over the mounds of her chest and onto her twitching abs.
Chuck looked down, satisfied with her reaction.
"So you can make sounds like that, huh?"
"Fuck... yooooAAAHHH!!!"
Valentina glared at Chuck, about to curse him out, but another deep thrust turned her profanity into a broken scream.
Fifteen centimeters.
"Hah—hah—"
After that strike, Valentina had no energy left to curse.
She looked down at the distinct bulge in her lower abdomen, her hands gripping Chuck's pectoral muscles tightly. She breathed rapidly, trying to maintain her sanity amidst the unimaginable stimulation.
What was... this feeling?
It was completely different from when he had hung her up in the cave!
The intense pleasure and joy nearly breached her mental defenses in an instant. But when she finally had the strength to look down, a look of shock and fear appeared in her emerald eyes.
There was still a section of the terrifying dragon outside her body.
Chuck had stopped moving. Valentina gradually adjusted to the current depth. Trembling, she looked up at him and spoke proactively in a slightly weak tone for the first time.
"Hey, you monster... this is enough. Don't go any deeper..."
Hearing this, Chuck laughed.
"Begging for mercy, and instead of sweet words, you call me a monster?"
Valentina's face went pale.
"No... I didn't mean... YAAAAHHH OHHHH!"
SMACK!
Twenty centimeters!
Chuck pulled back slightly, then his hips exploded forward. Their pelvises collided heavily as the dragon buried itself to the hilt, slamming viciously against the gate of her deepest palace!
Splurt—
A powerful stream of fluid washed over him instantly. Valentina's arched back curved even more exaggeratedly. Her trembling pupils dilated completely, and her throat finally released an uncontrollable, feminine wail—a sound rooted deep in her biological instincts.
One hit to the bottom, and Chuck held nothing back. He straightened up, grabbed Valentina's snowy, muscular legs, and hoisted them onto his shoulders.
Then, pressing forward with his powerful body, he aimed her size-42 white feet and her firm, muscular buttocks toward the ceiling. Gripping a handful of her silver hair, he looked into her trembling, unfocused eyes inches from his own and whispered.
"Remember the fact that you are a female, Valentina Orekhov."
With that, his hips and thighs exploded into power, beginning a ruthless, breeding-style pounding.
Slap-slap-slap-slap!
This time, even Chuck was swept away. Not just because of Valentina's unimaginably sensitive body, but the thrill of pinning this former rival beneath him, using her as a breeding vessel, listening to her voice shift from cold and raspy to wild and shrill, feeling her insides become wetter and slicker under the influence of instinct...
"Suka! ...@#%#￥&... OHHHH HOOOO!"
As Chuck went full throttle, Valentina's voice became a chaotic mess. She reverted to her mother tongue, then a mix of Russian and English, until finally, defeated by the ultimate pleasure, only primal, pig-like squeals remained.
Wave after wave of powerful contractions accompanied the spraying fluids. Valentina's features distorted with each crashing tide. Under the stimulation of extreme ecstasy, a purely instinctive smile appeared on her lips.
Just as Chuck felt her abdomen spasm again and her legs tremble on the verge of another climax...
Like a train slamming on the emergency brakes, Chuck instantly withdrew from the storm-like pounding.
The sudden emptiness caused Valentina's hips to jerk upward, instinctively trying to chase the retreating dragon. But Chuck's withdrawal was clean and decisive—a cliff-edge denial.
Valentina's dilated pupils slowly focused, but an unbearable itch radiated from her lower belly.
The silver-haired warrior, in the midst of her first sexual experience, was stuck exactly at the awkward point of "about to come but not quite there."
Her waist twisted uncontrollably, her cheeks burning hot. It felt like ants were crawling all over her body.
She looked up and saw Chuck's teasing expression. She had to forcefully suppress the urge to punch him. Biting her lower lip, she arched her hips slightly.
She wanted him to come back in, but she couldn't bring herself to ask. She could only try to convey her intent this way.
Obviously, Chuck didn't buy it. He just kept looking at her with that half-smile while the dragon began to rub back and forth against her outside.
That finally made Valentina's toes curl and spasm. The itch in her belly reached its peak, breaking her brain like a junkie in withdrawal.
"Hurry... hurry..."
Seeing her like this, the smile on Chuck's lips deepened.
"Hurry and do what?"
After several rounds of back-and-forth...
Until Valentina finally screamed, "Let me come!"
Chuck suddenly leaned down, pinching her smooth, soft chin with one hand, staring straight into her eyes.
"Say it."
"...What?"
Their noses touched, their hot breaths mingling. Chuck's lips moved closer, almost kissing hers.
"Say you are my woman."
As the words fell, Valentina's pupils trembled violently. Intense longing mixed with ultimate humiliation. In the heart of the silver-haired warrior, legs pinned on Chuck's shoulders, a familiar throb of emotion suddenly surfaced.
It felt just like when Chuck had grabbed her by the hair in the cave and used her at will.
Her conquered female instinct finally awakened completely in this moment.
"I... am your woman."
When she responded, Valentina's voice carried an emotion she had never shown before.
A shyness like a young girl's.
She was a battle-hardened warrior, but also an inexperienced virgin.
The moment she finally spoke, a series of light screens appeared before Chuck's eyes.
[Notice: Detected that you have formed a bond with a member of the opposite sex. Scanning...] [Name: Valentina Orekhov] [Age: 23] [Conditions: Appearance Score 9.2, Measurements 93/70/98, Relationship History 0] [Comprehensive Evaluation: 9.7!] [Perfectly meets standards! Trust monitoring function activated!] [Current Trust: 35 (Familiar)]
Finally...
Without distracting himself with the screen, Chuck, who had also reached his limit, expertly found the flooded entrance.
He buried it to the hilt without mercy.
Squelch!
"EEEEE—YAAAAHHHH!!!"
Like a dam breaking, a massive spray of water instantly soaked the wooden bed.
Meanwhile, outside the cabin, the women who had been sleeping opened their eyes in the darkness.
Without exception, their hands were between their legs. The faint sound of wet friction and a sweet, musky scent filled the air.
From the storage room came cries that grew higher, sharper, more chaotic, and increasingly uninhibited in their pleasure. Mixed with the sound of flesh colliding with flesh, it was so vivid they could almost picture Chuck's posture and the power of every thrust.
It was as if they were being pressed beneath him too, creating a strange resonance.
This night was destined to be long.
...
The next morning.
Pushing aside the snowy, mud-like body pressing down on him, Chuck rolled out of bed as usual and put on his scattered clothes.
Turning back, he saw the once-fierce silver-haired warrior lying spread-eagled at the head of the bed. Her crotch, covered in white foam, was red and swollen. Her eyes were shut tight, her breathing steady and peaceful.
In the past, even in her sleep, Valentina would have woken the moment Chuck approached, casting a wary gaze at him.
But now...
Chuck leaned over and pinched her round, firm muscular buttock. It only earned a muffled whimper.
Clearly, after last night's forceful conquest, Valentina had willingly become Chuck's woman. Her hostility had dissipated, and her wariness was gone.
Of course, her deep sleep was also due to Chuck's hard work last night.
Large, dark stains still marked the bedboards. Valentina had squirted like a water gun every few seconds, forcing Chuck to stop midway to give her water. In the end, after a simultaneous climax, she had passed out completely, eyes rolling back. An exhausted Chuck had simply fallen asleep next to her.
Sleeping alone with her for their first night was a sort of ritual, though the silver-haired Russian likely didn't care about such things.
Stepping out of the cabin, Chuck stretched his body in the morning sun.
As he guessed, even in the early morning, the heat was noticeable. Today would likely be hotter than yesterday, and this heatwave would persist for a while.
Fortunately, Chuck had prepared. Yesterday, he had instructed the women to stock up on supplies, so they should be fine handling the coming heat.
Right now was the coolest part of the day.
Better seize the time to get some important things done.
With the efforts of the past two days, Chuck had officially entered the Iron Age.
The next most important step was to craft cutting tools to mass-process stone bricks.
Once that was done, upgrading the house, building the latrine, improving living conditions, and completing the deserted island farm...
Chuck's phase plan would be complete!