Going to be a mom?
Hearing Julia's sudden remark, Chuck's immediate reaction was confusion.
Wait, I take that scorpion medication every day. How are you becoming a mom?
Chuck was intimately active every night, completely without protection, and he injected his seed deep inside every time. Therefore, contraception was absolutely not a joke to him.
Taking the scorpion medication on time every day had become a fixed habit, and his powerful mental fortitude ensured this with his super memory and self-control.
So, he felt puzzled. He put down his tool, turned around, and wrapped his arms around Julia's waist.
When he frowned and asked for the reason… the answer he received instantly made Chuck's face darken with realization.
His gaze moved down, stopping at Julia's lower abdomen. The latter even deliberately lifted her shirt, actively showing off her slightly bulging little tummy.
"See, it's round…"
[Julia, Current Essence Energy Holding: 55.9g, Maintenance/Nourishment Duration: 112H]
So, that's what it was.
Chuck scratched his head, finding it both frustrating and amusing. After a brief thought, he decided it was better not to let them misunderstand.
After all, having a child is the most significant event in a normal woman's life. Once they start to hold expectations, and the child never arrives, they would likely suffer.
"I think you might have misunderstood. This situation, I guess, must be because these past two days I…"
Chuck sighed, then slowly leaned in, whispering an explanation into Julia's ear.
The latter listened attentively, her long eyelashes fluttering. Her delicate blue eyes widened, and then she abruptly looked up, staring at Chuck in shock.
"Holy Crap… Darling, are you saying, my tummy is full of your cum right now…"
"Ahem."
Even Chuck occasionally couldn't handle Julia's directness. He quickly raised his hand and pressed it against her lips, indicating that she understood well enough.
She blinked, then slowly lowered her head, looking again at her slightly swollen lower abdomen.
A strange blush quietly surfaced on her delicate little face.
After realizing that the sloshing liquid in her abdomen was actually Chuck's milk, the vague feeling of fullness deep in her lower abdomen began to turn into a tingling, burning sensation due to the psychological effect…
Julia gently bit her lower lip, her breathing gradually becoming heated. She raised her pale, slender arms, lightly wrapping them around Chuck's neck. Her white, soft tits pressed tightly against his muscular chest. She looked up, gazing into Chuck's eyes with affection.
"To think you even made my tummy swell, Darling, aren't you too much?"
Facing the little slut's provocation, Chuck leaned forward and unceremoniously enveloped the foreigner's soft lips.
"Mmm~"
After indulging in the flavors amidst her soft cries, Chuck finally released the dazed foreigner. He let one hand drift downward, gently pressing on her soft, smooth, and slightly bulging lower abdomen, chuckling softly.
"Just hold onto it well, my little Golden Basin."
After receiving Chuck's official explanation, Julia quickly conveyed the truth to the Gu mother and daughter.
Upon learning that the swollen, liquid sensation in their bellies was actually Chuck's stuff, the mother and daughter's reactions were similar to Julia's.
The vague fullness deep in their lower abdomens became tingling and numb. As they walked and moved, the occasional sloshing sensation made them blush profusely and their legs feel moist. The images of Chuck injecting into them repeatedly, and the burning feeling, involuntarily replayed in their minds.
As a result, during breakfast, the three women seemed quite agitated, and their eyes constantly drifted to the space between Chuck's legs.
Being a Golden Basin had its advantages. The most direct benefit was the changes in the Gu mother and daughter since they started absorbing the essence energy over the past few days.
Like Julia, with the non-stop, 24-hour nourishment from the essence energy, their physical and mental state, sleep quality, recovery ability, and even their endurance in bed all showed significant improvement.
Even more notably, Gu Yitong, with her "Vast Capacity" bonus, saw no change in her overall daily milk production, but the quality of the milk improved further from its original level. The flavor became more fragrant and rich, and the texture smoother and more refined.
Coupled with the elegant feminine scent unique to a mature mother, just one sip was enough to give Chuck an erection, making it a truly excellent tonic for replenishing body and energy.
In a sense, it was a form of "complementarity" between Chuck and Gu Yitong.
Slurp—
The warm, firm shy red dates burst forth with warm fluid as Chuck skillfully sucked on them. On the other side, he held a ceramic bowl with one hand and pulled outward with the other. The white liquid sprinkled between his fingers, slowly pooling into a milky-white lake at the bottom of the bowl.
Gu Yitong sat sideways on Chuck's thigh, gripping his shoulder tightly, covering her mouth to prevent herself from making embarrassing noises. Yet, her beautiful eyes couldn't help but roll back in pleasure. Her mature toes inside her flip-flops were tightly curled, and the area between her plump thighs was flooded.
Even though Chuck "drained" her like this every morning and night, her body not only didn't adapt to the heaven-like pleasure but became even more addicted.
After sending off the mature woman whose breasts were clear, Chuck took a hot pancake roll with meat from the foreigner's hand. He slowly ate his breakfast while enjoying Gu Momo's shoulder massage service.
On the large bed nearby, the volleyball girl, who had no essence energy to supplement her and had only recently lost her virginity, was still deeply asleep from exhaustion.
The blissful breakfast time passed in peace and leisure.
The copper pickaxe was in hand, and the next step was straightforward.
Just keep hammering.
So, as the sun climbed higher and the temperature gradually became hot and dry, Chuck, holding the copper pickaxe, stood bare-chested beneath the towering cliff on the inner side of the platform, busy at work, thudding away.
The temperature rose steadily. Sweat dripped down his clearly defined, muscular body. Looking at Chuck's back, the women inside the house were all flushed, their panties sticky, and mentally ovulating on the spot.
However, as the shattered rock and dust at his feet grew, Chuck's movements gradually ceased after half an hour.
He slowly lowered the slightly deformed copper pickaxe and retreated a few steps, his brow tightly furrowed.
He saw that the results of a full half-hour of effort were far from satisfactory.
In half an hour, he had only chipped out a concave area about the size of two basketballs.
But the most critical issue was that as the weathered outer layer of the cliff was knocked off, the true, hidden rock body of the cliff face was exposed. Its color was darker, and its hardness was significantly greater. Although he could still manage to quarry it, even with Chuck's physical strength, it was genuinely arduous.
If this continued, his body might not be the first thing to give out—it would be the copper pickaxe in his hand.
The surrounding temperature gradually rose. Chuck looked up at the bright sun and couldn't help but let out a long sigh.
It seemed his fantasy had been too optimistic.
But Chuck had no intention of giving up just yet.
The stuffy, hot weather returned. Since the blueprint upgrade was complete, there was temporarily no work to be done at home.
So, after briefly instructing the women to stay inside and avoid the heat, Chuck grabbed his tools again, climbed the cliff, and reached the sandy beach.
He continued all the way to the Red Stone Hills.
In the distance, the flock of goats was still leisurely wandering among the steep rocks. Chuck endured the scorching sun and arrived at the rock where he had previously mined brass ore. He took out the copper pickaxe from his storage space.
Although the copper pickaxe, after all the difficulty, failed to meet his expectations, it wasn't entirely useless.
Compared to the flint pickaxe, the copper pickaxe's hardness hadn't visibly improved, leading to low quarrying efficiency. However, its toughness was significantly greater. After impact, it would only deform slightly rather than shattering like flint, making it quite durable.
But since the copper pickaxe couldn't satisfy the need for quarrying the cave, Chuck had no choice but to seek a more powerful material—iron.
Undoubtedly, the hardness of iron tools was beyond question, but the required smelting temperature would clearly be higher. Although Chuck wasn't entirely sure of the exact temperature, he had to give it a try.
The mineral resources of the Red Stone Hills were extremely rich. Chuck looked up the slope and quickly found several deep red rock veins that also shimmered with a metallic luster but differed in color from the brass ore.
Holding the copper pickaxe, he approached the nearest spot. Chuck didn't delay and tentatively struck it once.
But the sharp sound that followed—the already skewed pickaxe tip sparked against the red ore and instantly bounced back!
Chuck picked it up and his brow furrowed again.
The tip of the copper pickaxe was now completely bent and clearly unusable.
Looking again at the red rock veins, Chuck felt a sense of frustration.
So hard, it was most likely the iron ore he was looking for.
But to his surprise, the iron ore was so hard that his newly upgraded copper pickaxe couldn't even mine it…
Doesn't that mean the technology tree is blocked?
For the first time in a long time, Chuck felt helpless.
After hesitating for a moment, he eventually returned to the location where he had previously mined the brass ore.
There was still a large area of brass ore to mine. Regardless, for now, he could only try to smelt as much copper ore as possible and attempt to upgrade the Forge. Then, he would figure out if there was a transitional material between copper and iron…
He turned the copper pickaxe around. Fortunately, the other end was still usable.
Despite his frustration, Chuck still hammered away diligently.
Clink, clink, clink.
The sun rose higher and higher, and the temperature grew hotter and hotter, finally reaching a temperature close to the previous heatwave.
The rocks of the Red Stone Hills also became scorching hot as they absorbed heat, turning the area into a steam furnace.
Chuck worked hard, dripping with sweat. Blocks of rock, large and small, peeled off one after another.
He finally stopped when he felt he had enough. The pickaxe tip on the other side of the copper pickaxe was also starting to skew.
Bending down, he picked up a small piece of brass ore from the ground. Chuck put it into his storage space, but it only weighed 10 kilograms.
Fortunately, many more pieces were scattered on the ground. Since the capacity of his storage space had increased, he gathered more this time, allowing him to smelt more at once.
15 kg, 5 kg, 10 kg.
Because he was mining somewhat carelessly, this batch of brass ore was noticeably smaller than the first one he collected.
Chuck picked them up one by one, placing them all into his space.
But suddenly, his hand movements froze.
He slowly straightened up, staring in surprise at his palm, where a small but heavy, dark brown stone block with a metallic luster rested.
Although small, it had a notable heft.
What kind of stone is this?
It didn't look like ordinary rock, nor was it brass ore. It was even completely different from the red ore he suspected was iron ore, which he had seen higher up.
With a testing mindset, Chuck placed the stone block onto the Workshop. The synthesis prompt that appeared instantly froze his expression.
What followed was elation!
[Tin Ore (6 kg): A rare metal mineral. Hard and highly resistant to corrosion and malleable. Cannot be smelted into usable tools alone. However, when smelted with copper, it yields a stronger, more ductile alloy.]
What is a stronger, more ductile alloy?
The answer was undeniable.
Bronze!
Although Chuck knew next to nothing about metal smelting, he certainly recognized the word Bronze.
After all, Bronze artifacts were invented by his ancestors thousands of years ago, marking humanity's departure from the Stone Age.
Taking the tin ore out and putting it into his space, Chuck couldn't help but let out a sigh.
It turned out his direction had been wrong from the start.
The key to unlocking the next technology tree wasn't copper tools…
It was Bronze tools!