"It's so late. Don't you guys have curfew?" "I have something to say." "Aren't you cold? Here, put this on." "I'm not cold. I really have something to say."
December 23, 2019.
Chuck, wearing a down jacket over pajama pants and flip-flops, stood downstairs outside the dormitory, looking down at the girl in front of him.
"Something to say? Why not just call?" "Let's break up."
Three simple words effortlessly wiped the smile from Chuck's face. After a brief silence, he gazed into her unusually determined, coldly unfamiliar eyes and asked calmly.
"Can you tell me the reason?" "No reason. I just don't like you anymore."
The girl's voice was equally calm, as if she were talking about something trivial. To be fair, this reason was much more honest than making up excuses or beating around the bush.
Chuck smiled helplessly and nodded. "I understand. Let's leave it at that then."
With those words, he turned and walked back into the dorm building. There was no shock from a cold shower, no grievance of being abandoned. After all, Chuck knew well that college romances were fragile, just like his past flings.
But this time, a trace of regret lingered in his heart. After spending time with her, he had thought this girl was different from the others.
BOOM—
A crack of thunder woke Chuck from his dream.
He checked the time on his phone; it was almost his usual waking hour. With sleepiness gone, he yawned and rolled out of bed.
A chill hit him. Chuck scratched his shoulder, walked to the fireplace, and added some wood. The faint embers flared back to life, gradually warming the room.
Turning around, the firelight illuminated the delectable bodies sprawled across the luxurious, round bed behind him, stirring Chuck's morning fire.
His dragon raised its head, but Chuck didn't rush to wake them. Outside, the wind howled—another storm. He had plenty of time to indulge later.
Standing by the window, listening to the roaring rain, an inexplicable restlessness surfaced in his heart. Chuck scratched his chin, realizing the feeling stemmed from his dream. But between getting out of bed and walking to the window, the dream had vanished completely.
The human brain is wired this way; even with Chuck's enhanced memory, few dreams stuck. Usually, only the residual emotions remained. Chuck shook his head, glanced back at his harem to dispel the restlessness with their beauty, and quickly adjusted his mood.
Three days had passed since he unlocked steelmaking, began mass-producing stone bricks, built the latrine, and completed the initial phase of his deserted island farm.
During these three days, Chuck gave Valentina ample time to adjust. Aside from assigning tasks, he didn't initiate contact. She gradually acclimated to the rhythm of obeying orders under his protection.
The farm developed smoothly as expected. Julia's crops—chili peppers, mulberry leaves, and herbs—were being harvested. The mulberries had set green fruit and would be ripe within a day.
Under Janet's care, the four goats had adapted perfectly. The ram was already mating with the ewes; kids would follow soon.
Chuck himself selected a quarry site in the crevice leading to the southern beach. He mined limestone and quartz sandstone, steadily synthesizing bricks for the stone house upgrade. He had collected most of the necessary materials by now.
He also found time to complete some backlog tasks.
First was the [Improved Water Tower], a blueprint he had previously ignored. Using a DIY recipe, he designed a simple valve structure to mix water from two tanks. Combined with a simple heating furnace attached to the tower, he created a primitive shower system where he could adjust the temperature at will.
This made bathing much more convenient and fuel-efficient for the women. However, this seemed to be the limit for basic water facilities; no new upgrade blueprints unlocked.
Next were the palm kernels left over from making palm oil. With steel tools, cracking them was easy. Momo and Kaoru processed a large batch in one afternoon. Chuck then boiled and filtered the kernels as before, obtaining a small pot of precious Palm Kernel Oil.
Unlike red palm oil, kernel oil was a transparent pale gold, with a slightly bitter, nutty aroma. It remained liquid at room temperature, making it less suitable for cooking but perhaps perfect for... other uses. Like backdoor exploration.
Finally, he added some furniture and daily items. He equipped the farm with a full set of steel tools, earning high praise from the two Western mares. He replaced the two clay cooking pots with large iron woks, nearly making Yitong cry with joy. Whether due to the iron woks or the increased spices, the food tasted better.
He built the wooden rack Janet requested for the silkworms using high-quality redwood and placed it in the artificial cave, utilizing the empty space.
Lastly, Julia's suggestion to "get a bigger bed." Since it was a crucial location for rest and battle, Chuck dedicated an afternoon to designing and building a massive round bed, four meters in diameter, using a large amount of redwood. It completely replaced the three double beds.
The round bed maximized space and made Chuck's nightly battles easier. The women could lie in a circle, and Chuck—and his dick—could rotate like a clock hand, servicing them one by one. Afterward, he could lie in the center, surrounded by his favorite legs and feet, and sleep happily.
Pure class.
As for the "reward" Julia had promised...
Chuck turned back to the bed, eyeing the golden bronze plug glinting between the blonde mare's snowy buttocks. A wicked smile curled his lips. He could claim it anytime, but to maximize Julia's first backdoor experience, one last condition was needed. So, no rush.
He pinched the end of the metal plug and pulled it out with a soft pop.
"Nnngh~"
Julia woke with a start from the sudden stimulation, letting out a moan. Her blue eyes fluttered open, seeing Chuck's face. A charming smile blossomed on her exquisite features as she bit her lip and whispered.
"So sudden... Darling, are we doing it now?"
"Just waking you up, little slut."
Chuck climbed onto the bed, gently pinning the voluptuous beauty beneath him. His erect dragon found its destination with practiced ease. After a brief rub, he kissed her lips and pushed in forcefully.
"Mmmph—"
Her blue eyes rolled back, her snowy legs wrapping around his waist. Her hips moved in rhythm with him, her warm, tender folds massaging his sensitive nerves.
Love-filled intercourse never got old. Instead, they adapted more to each other's shapes and preferences, blending body and soul.
"Darling... if we were back outside... would you marry me?" Julia asked, her eyes misty with desire as she cupped his face.
"Depends if your country allows polygamy," Chuck chuckled, pressing deep and grinding his hips, hitting her most sensitive spot. Julia's toes curled, her body trembling with pleasure.
"That's between you and them. I only care about you and me..." Julia's voice trembled, her pupils dilating as she neared the edge. "I want to be your wife, be with you forever, have lots of babies for you..."
This sudden, deep confession warmed Chuck's heart. He looked at her with affection.
"Aren't you already?"
"But we... haven't taken vows yet... Ah~ right there, Darling, harder..."
Chuck pondered for a moment, then nodded with a smile. "I understand. But we have time. Let me prepare properly, okay?"
With that, he thrust harder, stretching her tender gate wide again.
"Eeek!"
Julia gasped, eyes wide, face flushing red. Tears in her eyes, she nodded rapidly like a bobblehead.
Feeling the high-frequency spasms and pressure, Chuck reached his own peak. He kissed her deeply and released fully inside her, distending her snowy belly once more.
A hasty reverse proposal ended in this erotic manner.
By noon, the day-and-a-half-long storm finally ceased.
After lunch, the women busied themselves with their routine tasks. Chuck arranged the workbench queue for stone brick cutting, left the rest to them, and climbed the slope alone, heading toward the tropical jungle.
The post-rain air was exceptionally clear. Chuck strolled under the clear sky, his thoughts drifting.
Marriage on a deserted island...
Once, he thought he would never marry. Now, surrounded by excellent women, he was contemplating how to hold a wedding here. He shook his head with a sigh.
Objectively, Chuck wasn't big on rituals, but women usually wanted them for life events. And since Julia asked, he couldn't refuse.
Without priests or guests, a traditional wedding was out. He had to invent a "Deserted Island Style" wedding. And since all the women were devoted to him, he didn't want to play favorites. He'd marry them all at once; any new members could have a supplementary ceremony later.
Walking slowly, a plan formed. A wedding dress was essential, so sericulture and silk reeling had to continue. Rings were a must; the volcanic island likely held rare gems or metals.
Finally, the marital home. The round bed was there, but a wooden house wasn't enough. To marry several wives at once, he needed at least a small villa.
This needed long-term planning.
Lost in thought, Chuck looked up to find he had crossed the redwood forest and reached the border of the tropical jungle and the southwest swamp.
He stopped. It had been a while since he visited the southwest bay.
It was originally intended as Tang Yumeng's sanctuary. With her gone, leaving the island's richest area unexploited was a waste. Since he was traveling light, he had plenty of storage space.
Chuck turned decisively toward the bay across the swamp.
However, as he crossed the swamp and approached the cave, gathering wild fruits along the way, a sight froze him in his tracks.
Not far ahead, above the cave where Tang Yumeng had lived, a wisp of smoke was rising, swaying gently in the breeze.
Someone! Someone else has washed ashore here!
Realizing this, Chuck tensed instantly, slowing his pace. He wanted to find them first. Carefully approaching, he peeked from behind a palm tree about twenty meters away.
When he clearly saw the figure squatting by the fire, he was struck dumb.
"...Jiang Qi?"
As he unconsciously spoke the name, the figure by the fire spun around.
The alert gaze instantly turned into shock matching Chuck's. Then, a surprised smile appeared on the delicate face, revealing two charming dimples.
"Chuck?" "It's really you?!"