This... this move was!
The "Potty Training" position!
The sheer visual impact of the posture made Yitong Gu's eyes go straight.
Jokes aside, she had dreamed several times of being completely conquered by Chuck like a toy in this exact position, waking up soaked every time.
Unfortunately, Chuck's usual treatment of her was 90% dominant breeding or doggy style. The occasional standing carry was always face-to-face.
But in terms of humiliation and conquest, this reverse standing position—almost like helping a child pee—was far more stimulating than the front-facing version.
Not to mention, the two in front of her were using the...
Snowy long legs split wide in the air, pink toes twitching apart. In that instant, the hot, large mare truly seemed like a doll in Chuck's arms, shaken up and down by his thick, muscular arms.
"OHHHH HOOOO!!!"
Golden hair swayed in the air. The scalding dragon ruthlessly invaded the green back garden from below. Each thrust made Julia's pupils dilate and tremble, her lower abdomen bulging, her exquisite face distorted in a scream of painful pleasure.
Pain and pleasure intertwined.
Her jade rabbits bounced up and down with Chuck's movements. At this moment, Julia was being used just as forcefully as the first time they had sex in the beach cave—treated completely as a cup.
But this time, Chuck was using a completely different route. And because his physical stats and strength had evolved several times since then, using this "Julia-brand Mare Cup" was easier, more casual, and rougher for him.
With every rise and fall, the intense squeezing and stimulation caused a jet of water to spurt from between Julia's legs.
"Oh... ohhh... ohhh..."
The extreme stimulation and confusion completely broke Julia's face. Tears, saliva, and snot covered her exquisite features. Her high-pitched cries shifted into the low, beast-like grunts characteristic of Yitong and Janet.
Her tender, snowy, hot body was held in front of Chuck like a child for over ten minutes, suspended in mid-air. Fluids sprayed, moans echoed, and golden hair flew with her beautiful feet.
It seemed this onahole came in a "Mare Classic" and a "Levitating Dual-Channel Edition."
While Yitong watched the stimulating scene, practically flooding her panties, Jiang Qi, hiding in the corner, was witnessing Chuck engage in combat with a woman up close, front-on, and uncensored for the first time.
And the first time was this violent and primal.
Her delicate face was filled with shock. Her gaze was fixed on the dragon violently entering and exiting Julia from below. A question she couldn't understand surfaced in her mind.
Was he... this big before?
Scenes from the past flashed clearly in Jiang Qi's mind. But no matter what, the "Boyfriend Chuck" from back then and this powerful, imposing male before her—aside from the familiar face—could hardly overlap.
Only in this moment did Jiang Qi realize just how drastic the changes in Chuck were...
It was too much.
Something that big... if... what would it feel like?
Would it be comfortable like before?
Or... would it be even better?
Would it make me... remember the only short, happy days of my life?
Though she didn't want to think about it, these thoughts surfaced uncontrollably in Jiang Qi's mind.
After Chuck's fierce battles with the women, the cool artificial cave became slightly humid and stuffy.
Throughout the process, Jiang Qi was forced to watch from the side. Even if she wanted to look away, the piercing, seductive sounds disturbed her heart. Her expression shifted from shock and daze to complexity, and finally to numbness and calm.
Chuck knew this well but didn't invite her again.
Although their relationship was subtle now, Chuck didn't plan to waste energy on it. He just needed to focus on completing his set goals step by step.
As a man, the wisest way to live was to do what needed to be done, cherish what one had, and not force what one couldn't get.
Chuck had understood this simple truth years ago.
He also knew that once he achieved his goals, whatever worries or hesitations Jiang Qi held would vanish like smoke.
That was indisputable.
...
The heat lasted until evening before easing slightly, but it didn't completely fade.
After a day of solar distillation, the efficiency of the salt pan facility was revealed. The water tank at the end of the bamboo gutter was half full of fresh water.
Chuck estimated it to be about fifty liters.
Calculating, an eight-meter salt pan averaged just over six liters per meter of glass per day.
Fifty liters was enough for the nine people and four goats to drink freely for a whole day.
The efficiency wasn't high or low, but it definitely relieved a huge part of the water pressure. At least this way, even without rain, they could continuously obtain fresh water!
And this was just the current efficiency.
Chuck had carefully chosen the location. To ensure equal efficiency, the eight-meter salt pan could be extended by at least another half.
This way, even if the sunlight wasn't as sufficient as today or if it didn't rain for a long time, the distillation facility could ensure the basic daily water needs for drinking and farm operations!
Combined with rainwater storage, Chuck wouldn't need to worry about water resources for a long time.
As a short-term fresh water supply measure, the salt pan distillation facility proved its worth.
Taking advantage of the cool evening and the next morning, Chuck smelted a few more glass panes. With Valentina and Kaede as excellent laborers, he quickly expanded the facility, completing the project.
This heatwave lasted a full two days.
Staying in the artificial cave with the women, besides indulging in debauchery all day, Chuck witnessed the rapid growth of the wild silkworms.
From ant-sized black larvae, they molted several times in just two days, growing into finger-joint-sized grey silkworms, close to the size Chuck first found in the jungle.
But there were hundreds of times more of them.
On the wooden rack Chuck built for Janet, boards were neatly covered with mulberry leaves, eaten bite by bite by the wriggling silkworms, turning into nutrients for growth. This made him intuitively feel that the day of reeling silk was not far off.
Finally leaving the cave as the weather returned to normal, Chuck threw himself into gathering work without stopping.
Quartz sandstone for the stone residence upgrade, hematite for equipment, clay pots for resin collection in the jungle, and basic redwood fuel...
The essence of the workbench cheat was that it only helped with processing and construction; raw material gathering was always up to him.
And that took a lot of time and energy.
Unlike the initial struggle for survival, as life became more stable and his plans clearer, time seemed to pass faster.
Perhaps this was what desert island survival should be like.
Completely detached from the rhythm of modern society, without the interference and pollution of high-density internet information, one's mind gradually became peaceful.
Not empty, but focused—focused on oneself and the people around.
...
Two days passed in the blink of an eye.
Among the wishes, Momo's fan, Yitong's accessory, and Julia's request were fulfilled. Janet's high heels and Kaede's volleyball lacked key materials, but Chuck found time to start making Valentina's guitar despite his busy schedule.
He selected the best piece of redwood he had, used a DIY recipe to cut a rough body and soundboard, and glued them together.
Then, as planned, he cast bronze tuning pegs, made strings from animal sinew, fixed them to the body, and even carved a bridge from a small block of wood, gluing it with melted resin.
A crude, island-made, but solidly built guitar was complete.
Although he lacked silk for the thinner strings, strings needed replacement anyway, so he could swap them later.
Chuck tried it himself. The sound was messy, but it made noise. He stored it away.
Regardless, this island guitar was the best result of Chuck's efforts, considering he wasn't a professional luthier.
Another busy day ended. Under Chuck's direction, the women performed their duties well.
Especially Valentina. Since officially submitting to Chuck, the physically superior silver-haired warrior displayed powerful work capabilities that helped Chuck unexpectedly.
Days of mining not only gathered enough quartz sandstone for the residence but also plenty of iron ore for equipment, and she even chopped firewood when Chuck wasn't looking.
Chuck almost wanted to give her a "Model Worker" banner.
But knowing Valentina's straightforward personality, she wouldn't like such flashy things. So before dinner, he called her to the base of the platform.
"Here, the guitar you wanted."
Placing the somewhat crude guitar in Valentina's hands, she took it instinctively, then froze. She looked down, her pale hand gently stroking the body. Under her messy silver hair, her emerald pupils trembled slightly.
After a long while, she looked up at Chuck with a strange expression.
"Are you finally planning to kill me?"
"...Huh?"
This sudden, nonsensical question made a huge question mark appear over Chuck's head.
"What good would killing you do me?"
"I don't know."
Valentina looked at Chuck, pupils still trembling, her breathing inexplicably rapid.
"Why give me this?"
The question mark over Chuck's head grew bigger.
"Didn't you say you wanted a guitar?"
"I said it, but I didn't think you'd actually give one."
"I always keep my word to women. Ask anyone; my credit score is impeccable."
"..."
Valentina didn't know what a credit score was, but she knew that a man she considered a lifelong enemy not long ago was now treating her this well.
The feeling was overwhelming, hard to adapt to, but at the same time...
Her heart beat faster inexplicably.
After holding it in for a long time, the hardcore silver-haired warrior finally squeezed a sentence from her usually taciturn mouth.
"Thank you. This guitar is good."
"I like it very much."
As she spoke, a familiar screen appeared before Chuck's eyes.
[Valentina's Trust has increased by 15! Current Trust: 92 (Infatuated)]
15 points?!!
Seeing the trust soar past 90 in one go, Chuck was dumbfounded.
So easy to please?
Should have said so earlier!
If he knew it was this simple, he could have wholesaled ten or eight of them without much trouble, maxing out her favorability on the spot.
But seeing Valentina's expression, Chuck's surprise faded.
After a moment of thought, he spoke again.
"Play me a tune when you have time, and tell me about your past."
Hearing this, Valentina slowly looked up. Under her messy silver hair, her cold, snowy face melted like ice, revealing a moving smile.
"Mmh, if there's time."
Seeing her smile, Chuck froze, a restlessness rising in his heart.
It was the first time he had seen a smile on Valentina's face. Honestly, it made him unable to control himself.
Normally, in such a warm and ambiguous atmosphere, the two should fall silent, walking back side by side in the sunset, ending the chapter like a romance novel.
Unfortunately, Chuck was a deserted island harem protagonist who fucked when he wanted to fuck. If their story was a novel, it would be a stimulating harem power fantasy.
"Actually, I'm short on time, so let's skip the music and storytelling."
Chuck said, and to Valentina's stunned expression, he took off his pants directly, shaking his hot, erect dragon, smiling equally.
"Let's just fuck."