The next morning, by the dining table.
Because she had just woken up and her face was a bit puffy from sleep, Valentina, wearing only her tank top and panties, sat casually in her seat. Holding a bowl of freshly heated goat's milk in one hand and rubbing her slightly swollen pussy with the other, she frowned and complained.
"I must say, every time this happens, it makes me feel like you, from whatever angle you look at it, are increasingly departing from the realm of humanity."
"It's your own fault you can't take a fucking, how can you blame me?"
Across the dining table, Julia, her cheeks flushed with spring, used her fair small hands to peel a piping hot sweet potato, then gently scooped out a piece with a spoon. After carefully blowing it cool with her small mouth, she tenderly brought it to Chuck's lips. The latter, while hugging the hot mare's slender waist, enjoyed the morning feeding service.
The erotic gameplay last night was naturally explained in advance by Chuck to the women during dinner. Similarly, the gameplay of sticking their butts up in a circle around the bed and having random sex was not unanimously agreed upon by the women at the beginning. Valentina and Jiang Qi once expressed their opposition, but ultimately they couldn't resist Chuck's coercion and temptation.
In the end, they still became a part of his evil PLAY.
The more she thought about it, the angrier she got. Valentina raised the bowl of goat's milk, tilted her head and poured it into her stomach. Then she got up and walked towards the bedroom, and soon rhythmic panting sounds came from inside.
Having just been fucked into a small fry by Chuck last night, her pussy still swollen, Valentina naturally wouldn't be sexually frustrated this early morning. Just because the storm outside had already arrived, today was destined to be another day of leisure. Plus, with Chuck's previous suggestion, Valentina also intensified her daily workout plan.
From her own perspective, she also hoped to narrow the strength gap between her and Chuck as much as possible, at least to be able to help Chuck somewhat in critical moments.
It's just that today, even if she had the heart, she could only stay at home, unable to do anything.
Outside, the dim sky was obscured by a dense curtain of rain. The howling wind blew in from the cracks in the windows and the wooden door, making bursts of sharp, strange noises.
After breakfast, Chuck didn't work out like he did the previous two days. Instead, he returned to the bedroom, slept in until noon, then got up and ate lunch until half full. Then he took another short nap, got up and rested his eyes for ten minutes, and then stretched his body in the room.
Listening to the still-howling wind and rain outside, Chuck stood by the wooden window of the main room, closing his eyes slightly.
In just a moment, his fists clenched accordingly, his breathing grew rapid, his heartbeat and blood flow accelerated, and a strange smile appeared on the corners of his mouth again.
The tension and excitement that had been suppressed in his heart since last night were released again. Under Chuck's deliberate adjustment, his mindset shifted from the original entertainment and rest, officially entering combat mode.
Thus, his body, spirit, and mindset all reached their optimal state.
The current Chuck could be called a true humanoid beast.
Who knows if she felt the unstoppable aura on him, accompanied by the sound of footsteps behind him, Valentina walked slowly from behind him. She handed a short, thick arrow with a heavy arrowhead into his hand, then gently draped that snakeskin raincoat over his shoulders. Raising her green eyes, she frowned slightly and asked in a low voice.
"Do you really not need me?"
"Wait for me honestly at home, I'm leaving the house to you for now."
After speaking, Chuck didn't waste any more words. Gripping the arrow in his hand, he walked straight to the door and put his hand on the tightly closed wooden door.
"Chuck."
Just before he was about to push the door and leave, Valentina's voice rang out again.
Chuck turned his head slightly and saw her cold, stern face instantly displaying a myriad of emotions: unwillingness, nervousness, and an excitement similar to the one on Chuck's face.
But ultimately, the complex emotions turned into helplessness. She looked at Chuck with complicated eyes. In that tone that had always been cold and casual, there was actually, for the first time, a worry like a little woman's.
"You must be careful. Not letting anything happen to you is the most important thing."
"Mmh, I know what I'm doing. Anything else?"
"If you don't come back, you know what I will do."
As Valentina said the last part, the fleeting look of worry on her face vanished, replaced by coldness and determination.
Seeing her like this, Chuck smiled, not feeling surprised.
"Mmh, I know."
If he didn't come back, then regardless of whether the storm was still raging outside, Valentina would definitely go look for him, to see him alive or to see his corpse.
This was Valentina.
Exactly because of this, he made so many preparations in advance this time, all to make things proceed smoother than any time before.
Nodding at Valentina, Chuck dawdled no further. Braving the howling storm outside, he pushed the door and walked out immediately.
Then the wooden door was closed again. Beyond the cracks in the wooden window, the dim light filtering in was momentarily blocked, then restored to its original state.
The cold wind briefly blowing into the room and the suddenly clear sound of the heavy rain also attracted the women who were taking an afternoon nap in the bedroom. Julia, Janet, Jiang Qi, and the others ran out immediately. Upon seeing Valentina standing by the door and the water stains on the floor by the door, they instantly looked at each other in dismay.
The air fell into a long silence for a moment.
After all, this wasn't the first time this kind of thing had happened, so they didn't panic and chatter.
Everyone understood what had happened, but not panicking didn't mean they wouldn't worry in their hearts, wouldn't be anxious because of it.
"Darling he... why is he going hunting at this time?"
Julia's beautiful eyebrows furrowed tightly, looking at Valentina and asking in confusion.
Actually, she had vaguely guessed something wasn't quite right since last night. After all, for such a long time, Chuck rarely had a state of completely relaxing and indulging wildly like last night.
She didn't expect it to be like this.
Once again, only telling Valentina, and then leaving home keeping it from everyone. Repeating this old trick so many times, even if she was dumb, she could roughly guess that he probably went to hunt some dangerous prey again.
The previous tiger, leopard, and black bear were all like this, similarly, including the wild boar when the two of them were still taking shelter in the cave on the southern beach. It was just that at that time, Chuck wouldn't hide it from her...
But at this point, regarding Chuck hiding this kind of thing from her and from everyone, Julia's heart had become calm, or rather, knowing she couldn't help, she was helpless and could only accept it.
"Nothing, he will be back soon. Go back and rest, I'll just wait for him here."
Facing Julia's inquiry, Valentina still looked at the wooden door Chuck had just stepped out of, her arms crossed over her chest, responding in a calm tone.
Hearing this, Julia bit her lower lip lightly, exchanged glances with Yitong, Janet, and the other women beside her, and could only turn back to the bedroom unwillingly. However, they no longer had the mood for a nap. Instead, they all sat on the bed, either discussing in low voices, or listening to the sound of the rain outside, spacing out while worrying about Chuck's safety.
In the former modern society, they might have been female executives of large companies, hardworking female truck drivers, prospective college students or current college students of prestigious universities, or even Russian female soldiers who had experienced life and death on the Donbas front...
Now, they had all become little women beneath Chuck's crotch and under his protection.
Besides spreading their legs every night to satisfy his desires, the only thing left was to do some labor within their capabilities.
For major events like this that required Chuck to personally take risks, and even had a high probability of directly affecting everyone's future lives, Chuck would never let them know. Even Valentina, who would go out and participate with Chuck before, was left at home today.
The saying that women hold up half the sky might have made sense in the former world, but on this deserted island, in this house, it was strictly just bullshit.
Undoubtedly, in this house, Chuck is the sky.
If he falls, then this family will collapse too.
This matter, Julia understood, Yitong and the other women understood, and Valentina also understood.
Even Chuck himself understood.
But there are always some things that must be faced.
Even if Chuck knew the logic that if you walk by the river often enough, you'll eventually get your shoes wet, knowing that continuing this aggressive expansion, fighting fierce beasts for territory, there would eventually come a day when his luck ran out...
He also couldn't just stop in his tracks like this.
After all, as the saying goes, since he started a harem and enjoyed the blessings of multiple women that the vast majority of men in history could never enjoy, he had to become a guy worthy of these, otherwise he would just be a pure sex maniac.
Never retreating is what makes a sigma male.
...
Braving the storm, Chuck forged ahead.
The bad news was that the storm this time was indeed howling. The rain was comparable to the last time, while the wind was obviously stronger, making walking quite strenuous.
But the good news was that the effort he put in over the past few days wasn't in vain. The raincoat and goggles he made both achieved the effects he anticipated. The former perfectly blocked out most of the rainwater, keeping his body dry and warm. The latter ensured his vision wasn't obscured by the wind and rain.
Although rainwater would still cover the lenses, at least Chuck could keep his eyes open at all times. Even if blurred, it was better than being intermittent.
Walking all the way up the steep slope like this, passing through the rocky beach, Chuck headed straight up from the red stone hills. Midway, he took shelter for a moment at the edge of the iron ore pit he had excavated, shook off the rainwater on his body, caught his breath, and continued upward.
Passing all the way through the hills and stepping onto the black stone volcanic zone, Chuck slowed his pace...
Finally arriving again at the hot spring area he had to sprint past every time before.
Under the storm, the sulfur smell in the air became less pungent. The hot spring was no longer warm, but remained murky.
Chuck looked up and found the upstream direction of the hot spring, exactly in the direction of the volcano summit where a stream of water hung, which was a different direction from the cave leading to the north of the island.
So the gaze behind the goggles also became serious.
Every time he headed to the north of the island before, during his sprint, that giant bird would inevitably appear screeching from above his head. Once or twice was nothing, but after many times, Chuck also figured out some patterns from it.
The position where that giant bird appeared every time happened to be the same as the volcano summit where a stream of water hung upstream of the hot spring. Chuck's guess was also based on this: the direction of the volcano summit must be where the giant bird's nest is located.
Thinking of this, Chuck didn't linger much and approached the direction of the summit he had never been near before.
However, this time, the situation became somewhat beyond Chuck's expectations.
In the past, no matter which area of this deserted island he went to, Chuck could find a clear path. However, this time, ahead on the way to the volcano summit, there was only a steep and irregular black stone wall spreading all the way up.
Chuck stood below the stone wall, looked up, and estimated. A conservative estimate put the slope at over eighty degrees. The height of the summit from the hot spring platform under his feet was at least nearly a hundred meters. And right now, to reach the summit, there was probably only one way—rock climbing.
As everyone knows, in modern society, rock climbing is considered an extreme sport. And free solo climbing without a safety rope is the extreme of extremes, the kind of extreme that frequently makes the news. Of course, some are news of someone successfully reaching the top of a TV tower or a rock wall, while others are news of some rock climber falling to their death.
What Chuck had to do now was free solo climbing.
Although he hadn't tested how much damage his current body would take from falling from a height, let alone a hundred meters, even just fifty meters is already more than ten stories high. Even though his physical stats were powerful now, his body was ultimately made of flesh and blood. If he really fell, he'd be severely injured if not dead. What's even more terrifying was...
Right now on this volcano, there was also a storm raging.
Infiltrated by rainwater, the stone wall became several times smoother than when it was dry, and the risk of falling naturally increased several times over.
To reach the top safely, he had to be careful, careful, and careful again.
But for Chuck, this level of risk was far less terrifying than facing that terrifying giant tiger back then. To catch it off guard, to take the bird's life while it's sick from the rain, if the journey was smooth sailing, it would actually be abnormal.
Regardless, as long as he could reach that place...
Thinking this, Chuck stretched his body, then took off his shoes and socks, tied the shoelaces to his belt, and raised his hands to grab the protrusions of the cold, hard stone wall.
Officially starting the climb.
The difficulty of climbing along the way was indeed as Chuck thought, incredibly arduous and thrilling. Midway, who knows how many times he reached out and grabbed empty air, or his feet suddenly slipped. He turned danger into safety time and again, relying entirely on Chuck's terrifying concentration and terrifyingly strong physical stats. Even if one foot or one hand slipped and grabbed empty air, the remaining supporting parts could firmly stabilize his body.
Just like this, without any protection, braving the howling storm, he climbed nearly a hundred meters up the pitch-black volcanic stone wall. Finally, Chuck's hands touched a platform. His arms then exerted force, and his whole person finally climbed onto the summit.
But before he had time to rejoice, Chuck raised his hand and wiped the rainwater off his goggles. Looking through the curtain of rain at the scene of the volcano summit ahead...
His expression subsequently turned completely dumbfounded.