Valentina's body tensed instantly. The shovel in her hand nearly swung back at Chuck, but she stopped herself, glaring at him fiercely while letting him continue to knead her buttock.
"I don't want anything," she said coolly.
"Like I said, I'm not asking for anything in return."
Chuck looked at her profile and the slightly reddened tip of her ear.
"Although you lost to me in fighting and to Kaede in volleyball, you've performed well recently. The combat techniques you taught me are very practical. Plus, I really like the way you scream 'no' when I fuck you until you squirt, so don't be polite with me."
"You! Suka..."
Hearing this, Valentina's face turned completely red. She grabbed Chuck's collar, glaring as if she wanted to beat him up, but realizing she probably couldn't win, she gritted her teeth for a long time before letting go.
Chuck straightened his collar, scratched his chin, and turned to leave, intending to continue digging.
"Guitar."
Suddenly, Valentina's voice sounded from behind him.
"I want... a guitar."
Chuck turned in surprise to see Valentina holding her shovel, back to him, digging away as if nothing happened.
A smile touched his lips.
"OK, I got it."
As he spoke, a notification appeared before his eyes.
[Valentina's Trust has increased by 5! Current Trust: 55 (Infatuated)]
...
Music, melody—things that awaken the pleasure hidden in the genes of all animals. Since ancient times, humans worldwide have strived to take materials from nature and create things that make pleasant sounds: musical instruments.
This category has evolved into a myriad of types and strange names, but they can be broadly classified into a few kinds: bowed, plucked, wind, percussion, and keyboard.
The most representative are the violin, guitar, trumpet, drum kit, and piano—also the most common instruments in various training classes.
If Chuck had to make one of these on a deserted island using natural materials like his ancestors, coincidentally, the guitar seemed to be the only viable option.
Drums and piano were too complex; he didn't even know their internal structures. The trumpet required tedious metal smelting and crafting processes. With that effort, he'd be better off making practical weapons and tools.
As for the violin, another string instrument, the body might not be an issue, but the bow was a huge problem. Chuck didn't even understand why rubbing horsehair on strings produced beautiful tones instead of snapping them.
But a guitar was much simpler.
If craftsmanship wasn't a priority, as long as it could produce sound and tune, it could be played.
The body could be made of a mix of hardwood and soft wood. Strings could be made of animal sinew for the thick ones and silk for the thin ones. A few cast metal knobs on the headstock for tuning would suffice.
For Chuck, who had the workbench's DIY Multi-Recipe function, this wasn't difficult.
What surprised Chuck was Valentina's wish. It was truly unexpected.
A hardcore silver-haired warrior stranded on a deserted island wanting a musical instrument?
There must be a story there. Maybe even a tearjerker—a cool female soldier with a tragic past, forced to abandon her dreams for the battlefield...
Come to think of it, despite having sex with her so many times, Chuck knew very little about Valentina's past. He only knew she was Russian and came from the battlefield; everything else was blank.
Though curious, Chuck knew Valentina wouldn't tell him, so he didn't ask, just kept it in mind.
He already had sinew and wood; he just needed to wait for Janet to breed suitable silk.
Two afternoons ago, the cocoons in the artificial cave began to break open. Moths emerged, mated, laid eggs, and died within a day.
Under Janet's talent, the life cycle of these wild silkworms seemed to be on fast-forward.
After one round of laying, the original twenty-plus silkworms exploded into over three thousand black eggs, which hatched into tiny black second-generation larvae over the past day.
Just as Chuck had said, the first round focused on expanding the population. Julia had harvested crop after crop of mulberry leaves from the greenhouse, which were piling up in the cave.
Chuck had thought it would take at least two rounds to reach this scale. It seemed insect reproduction was truly in a different league from mammals. Three thousand silkworms were close to the estimated limit the current mulberry supply could support.
From the next round, selective breeding could officially begin. Chuck had no say in this; he left it entirely to Janet, looking forward to the day she would bring him strong, white silk.
Then, whether making a guitar, silk clothes...
Or silk stockings.
Thinking of this, Chuck's gaze drifted down to Valentina's toned legs hidden under her fiber trousers. His lips curled up.
He wondered how stimulating it would be to see this muscular silver-haired woman lying on the bed in white lingerie stockings...
...
Chuck and Valentina dug until lunch, then continued afterward. By 2 PM, a rectangular shallow pit, eight meters long and about one and a half meters wide, took shape.
An eight-meter salt pan would require sixteen panes of glass to cover—exactly the number needed for the Rank 7 residence upgrade.
But compared to upgrading the house, distilling seawater was clearly a higher priority given the growing freshwater shortage.
Especially since the temperature was rising, signaling another heatwave...
Digging the pit was just step one. To ensure it wouldn't be washed flat by a storm, Chuck planned to line the bottom with a layer of prepared lime mortar.
This took him a full two hours.
With the pit formed, the final step was covering and sealing it with glass.
Chuck chose a structure similar to the greenhouse: hard wood frames with grooves, joined by mortise and tenon, with glass panes embedded. Below the glass on the inside, two bamboo gutters were fixed to collect the fresh water.
This task took another six hours.
By the time the entire distillation facility was complete, the sun was setting on the horizon.
The heat in the air faded. Chuck put away his steel wedge and set the last pane of crude glass in place, stepping back.
Neatly arranged pale green glass panes, angled in wooden frames, glowed golden in the orange sunset. Beneath them, the mortar in the shallow pit was drying. It looked like he could fill it with seawater before sunrise tomorrow.
Just in time to test the facility with the coming heatwave.
If it worked, great. If not... he'd have to find a way to divert the stream.
"Hope it goes well."
Chuck rubbed his neck and walked slowly back to the stone platform.
Do your best and leave the rest to fate—that had always been Chuck's style.
...
"What... you're asking about my wish?"
"Yeah. Anything you want?"
"Oh! Gently, Baby... Mommy's wish, of course, is for Baby's big..."
"Gulp—stop. That doesn't count. I can give you that right now. I'm asking if there's anything you want but can't get yourself?"
Night fell. On the flickering bed, Chuck had the red-haired mature mare straddling his lap, pressing her soft, fragrant, fleshy body against his. He kneaded her breasts while suckling greedily.
Rich milk scent and low, mature moans surrounded him. Janet trembled, curling her toes, and looked down lovingly.
"But Baby... Mommy lost the volleyball match, didn't I?"
"I said the winners get a reward, but I didn't say the losers get nothing."
Momo, Kaede, and Valentina had made their wishes. Julia and Yitong had theirs granted. Kaoru said she didn't want anything.
Hearing Chuck, the red-haired woman smiled gently. She tilted her head, thinking seriously, but couldn't come up with an answer, so she asked softly.
"What did the others wish for?"
"Momo wanted a fan, Kaede a volleyball, Valentina a guitar, Kaoru nothing. And Julia, well, you know."
The intense, crazy scene from last night flashed in Janet's mind, making her heart race and cheeks flush. She nodded, then tilted her head again.
"What about Yitong?"
"Look."
Chuck sat up, licking milk from the corner of his mouth, and pointed to the other side of the bed.
Following his finger, she saw the exhausted, sleeping women. On the edge lay the equally voluptuous Yitong, her white, fleshy buttocks raised high, face buried in the pillow.
Between her legs, amidst creamy foam, a small metal ornament that once belonged to Julia was firmly embedded in her mature bud.
"Looks like she got her gift too..."
Janet pursed her red lips, smiling seductively. She brushed her red hair back and lay down slowly, spreading her toned, fleshy legs to Chuck, her dense garden opening and closing slightly, eyes full of allure.
"Then what Mommy wants is..."
Chuck leaned forward, pressing his hot, throbbing dragon against the wet, soft entrance. Looking into her mature blue eyes, he raised an eyebrow.
"What?"
"I want... a pair of high heels. OHHH HOOOO!"
High heels?
Thrusting deep, Chuck felt the gentle folds wrap around him and wondered.
High heels were great, but why did she want them?
Seeming to understand his confusion, the trembling mare, breasts flushing red with pleasure, looked up with lust-filled eyes. Panting, she explained.
"Mmh... because... Mommy never wore them before. I thought there would always be a chance... but now... ohhh... probably not anymore... so if I can wear them once, Mommy will be satisfied. OHHH—"
Chuck grabbed her fleshy feet, feeling her warm, round toes spasm with each thrust. Admiring the red, sexy feet, he imagined them in high heels.
Hiss...
Did he need to imagine?
It would be devastatingly sexy!
"Received. Leave it to me."
Chuck agreed readily. He leaned forward, hips exploding with power, sending ripples through Janet's fat ass as he began a crazy pounding mode.
The mature woman's squeals of pleasure grew louder and more joyful.
In the storage room next door, Jiang Qi looked at the moonlight outside the window, turned over slightly, and closed her eyes.
Under the blanket, her petite, tender toes were curled tight.
...
The next day brought the expected heatwave.
Prepared, Chuck calmly arranged for the women to move into the artificial cave, then went to the beach before the heat became unbearable.
He made several trips to fill the small salt pan with seawater, then returned leisurely to the cave.
As a newcomer experiencing the cave refuge for the first time, Jiang Qi marveled at the temperature difference. Learning Chuck dug it out by hand shocked her even more.
But soon, her thoughts were diverted as Chuck and Julia started going at it via the back door right in front of her. A look of awkwardness appeared on her delicate face.
Before, she could pretend to sleep in the storage room. But now...
In this narrow cave, there was nowhere to hide.
"Ohhh! Darling, so big! It's stretching me open! Eeeeeek!!"
Holding Julia's round, pink buttocks, Chuck drove into her tight back garden doggy-style.
Two days later, revisiting the territory, Chuck felt it was much smoother. After the first adaptation, Julia's screams were less miserable.
Less than two minutes in, they turned into moans of pleasure.
"Darling, so good... oh, my butt feels numb... how is this possible..."
Julia's blue eyes trembled. Her body was pressed flat against the bed, breasts flattened into cakes, eyes full of confusion.
Only the second time, and she was already feeling pleasure?
Seeing the little slut's sluttiness, Chuck's breathing quickened. Surprised by Julia's awakening speed, the beast within him woke up too.
Since she was this horny and a masochist who loved being conquered, he might as well conquer her properly today, making them both feel good.
Thinking this, Chuck raised his hands. In Julia's trembling gaze, he hooked them under her soft knees.
"Darling?? What are you doing..."
Lost in the fresh numbness, Julia was startled by Chuck's action, asking nervously and expectantly.
"Remember what you said back in the beach cave?"
Chuck didn't move immediately. He leaned close to Julia's flushed ear, whispering.
"Which... sentence?"
"You said you wanted to be my onahole."
With that, Chuck's arms exerted force, his back straightening.
"Ah!!"
With a cry of surprise, Chuck lifted the tall mare off the bed in a "potty training" posture.