Yitong didn't know when it started, but her heart no longer wavered when seeing her once-precious daughter treated this way.
By common sense, no mother should remain composed witnessing her daughter held in a man's arms, belly bulging repeatedly, feet twitching in the air, cute face covered in saliva and flush, innocent voice breaking into lewd screams.
The old Yitong would have broken down. But now, she felt nothing of the sort.
In fact...
She wanted to join.
Was this a failure as a mother?
No.
Yitong no longer thought so.
It wasn't depravity or madness. Rationally and emotionally, she genuinely felt it was fine.
Her daughter was her child, but also a woman.
As a woman, she had the right to pursue a woman's pleasure. As a mother, she couldn't deny that right out of protectiveness.
Especially since she, the mother, had fallen just as deep. What right did she have to interfere?
"Eeeeee yaaaa feels so gooood Baba... belly bulging... gonna break OHHH HOOOO!"
Watching her daughter's petite snowy body and soft hair shake rapidly with the rhythmic pounding, hearing her babbling nonsense, Yitong's breathing quickened, her panties soaking wet.
She placed the steaming pot on the table and walked outside as if drawn by a magnet. Coming before Chuck, she knelt slowly like a qualified bitch.
"Hu... Hubby, dinner is ready."
Holding Momo's soft buttocks, Chuck continued thrusting while looking down at the mature beauty, frowning slightly.
"Cheap bitch, can't you see I'm using your daughter?"
"S... sorry."
Yitong looked up, her gaze fixed on their connection.
Her daughter's tender, precious place was being forcefully stretched by the massive object that could drive any woman mad. Every entry and exit brought the insides out, making her voice more trembling and shrill.
"Momo... feels good?"
Staring intently, she suddenly asked in a trembling voice.
Unfortunately, Momo, completely surrendered to pleasure, didn't hear her mother. Like a doll drained of strength, her small hands gripped Chuck's lapel, maintaining the last shred of consciousness.
Seeing Yitong's expression, Chuck raised an eyebrow. He slowed his movements slightly and commanded again.
"Come here. Lick."
The short, direct command didn't make Yitong resist; instead, it ignited a fire in her eyes. On all fours like a dog, she crawled to Chuck, swaying her mature hips.
She raised her beautiful face to Chuck's crotch.
In the next moment, Chuck felt a warm, wet wrap around his balls.
This bitch opened her mouth wide, extending her hot, mature tongue to envelop Chuck's swinging balls, swallowing them along with the maiden nectar dripping from Momo.
"Phew..."
The sensation of being wrapped above and below simultaneously made Chuck's scalp tingle. He exhaled a long breath.
The girl in his arms, recovering slightly due to the gentler movements, curled her toes anxiously behind Chuck's waist. Pressing her face against his chest, she whimpered with a pained expression.
"Baba... wanna pee."
A rapid, rhythmic contraction came from deep inside the girl, telling Chuck she was on the verge of incontinence.
He lowered his head, whispering into her red ear.
"Good girl Momo, just let it out."
"But... but Mommy is down there..."
Momo blushed furiously, burying her face in Chuck's lapel.
Seeing this, Chuck raised an eyebrow and smiled.
"It's okay. She won't mind."
With that, his gentle movements turned forceful and fast again.
This instantly shattered the girl's focus. Her toes splayed, and a large splash bloomed mercilessly beneath her—right in her mother's face.
Yitong's beautiful face was washed clean by her daughter on the spot.
But instead of resisting, she trembled with excitement, her hot lower body overflowing, spreading a dark stain on the ground.
Five minutes later, Chuck grabbed Momo's waist, pinning her firmly, and thrust deep, straightening her legs.
Yitong felt the "balls" in her mouth release a pulse of life, shooting up the dragon into her daughter's soft belly, inflating it like a balloon.
It all happened before her eyes, in her mouth.
She felt she could die of excitement.
Finally, Chuck withdrew. The snowy balloon rebounded like a unplugged reservoir, pouring thick white fluid onto Yitong's face.
Half a minute later, mother and daughter went limp simultaneously.
Chuck, as usual, carried them both back into the room, shook his head with a smile, and turned to the blushing women seated at the table.
"Dinner time."
...
Night fell.
"Chuck, are you a pervert?"
Another ordinary night, another simple rotation. Valentina, the last one up, legs on Chuck's shoulders, abs heaving under his thrusts, asked breathlessly.
Hearing this, Chuck didn't stop but raised an eyebrow.
"Why do you say that?"
"Mother and daughter, aunt and niece, childhood friends."
"You seem to love messing women up in front of their loved ones..."
Valentina squeezed his neck with her legs, a hint of provocation on her cold face.
"Is this your fetish?"
"You're overthinking it."
Chuck shook his head, then lifted his hips and dropped them heavily, making Valentina tense and gasp.
"I just like fucking women. Whether I fuck her in front of you, you in front of her, or everyone in front of everyone, makes no difference to me."
As he spoke, he leaned forward, pressing her legs over her head again, pinning the fierce leopardess in a mating press.
Dragon deep, deeper.
"W... wait!"
Valentina's pupils trembled. Looking up at Chuck with hot breath, panic finally appeared on her face.
"Stop pushing! You're at the bottom!"
"Am I?"
Seeing the warrior reveal her "female" side again, Chuck smirked, whispering back.
"Thanks for today's battle. I said I'd reward you. So, Comrade Valentina, remember this: as a warrior, never underestimate your body's potential."
"What... what are you doing? Stop! No! Ah! You'll kill me!!!"
"Maybe, maybe not."
Chuck stopped talking. Essence Mastery and Bloodlust Control activated simultaneously. The dragon swelled further.
His hips pressed forward heavily!
Squelch.
With an indescribable expansion, Valentina's body tensed and spasmed. Her toes twitched wildly, pupils dilated completely. The stimulation overwhelmed her brain, tearing a terrified scream from her throat.
"AAAAHHH HELP ME OHHH HOOOO!!!"
The piercing sensation deep in her abdomen triggered a stress reaction. She instinctively cried for help like a child, maximizing Chuck's possessiveness.
Looking down, the nourishment countdown appeared as expected. Over five minutes—more than enough for Chuck, who was near the end.
Valentina's abs bulged with an unprecedentedly clear outline. Chuck looked into her eyes, seeing undisguised fear and pleading for the first time.
"Look around. Who can save you?"
Valentina looked around tremblingly.
On the bed filling the room, the women were sprawled in deep sleep. Not a single one awake.
"No, no... I can't take it, too deep, do you really want to kill me?"
Seeing her like this, Chuck's blood flow accelerated. His hand stroked her white leg, from knee to calf to ankle. The muscle lines and sweat felt exquisite. He began to grind his hips slowly.
The massive head, wrapped in essence inside the womb, scraped against the inner walls. Valentina's eyes rolled back instantly. She couldn't form a sentence, only animalistic roars remained.
Chuck lowered his head, kissing her cheek gently.
"You look beautiful right now, you know?"
"..."
Valentina's dilated pupils trembled, snapping back to reality amidst the tidal wave of stimulation.
Panting heavily, she looked at Chuck, gritting her teeth to squeeze out a sentence.
"Crazy pervert... saying that now... want me to clamp down?"
"If you can, that would be best."
Chuck smiled and thrust mercilessly.
"AAAAAHHH!"
Unprecedented stimulation made Valentina scream again, her sanity teetering on collapse. She knew Chuck had reached where he shouldn't, but couldn't stop him, only endure with all her might.
But as her belly bulged and churned, an unprecedented numbness rose from deep within.
Her sensitive "small fry" constitution kicked in again. Pain turned to pleasure in a blink.
Hands gripping the blanket moved to Chuck's back, leaving white scratches, then hooked around his neck, pulling him down for a passionate kiss.
Lips and tongues tangled, fluids splashed, abs bulged and twitched, the womb churned into chaos.
Finally, near the end of the countdown, Chuck pressed her feet to the bed, bottomed out in the deepest depths, and fired his last load toward the silver-haired woman's organs. Valentina's mental string snapped. Scalded into convulsions, she lost consciousness, sleeping like the others.
Satisfied, Chuck withdrew with a squelch. Sitting on the bed, he looked at the moonlight, wiped sweat from his forehead, put on clothes, and walked toward the storage room.
...
"Stop pretending to sleep. Just the two of us are awake. I want to talk."
Walking into the storage room, Chuck sat by the single bed Janet built, staring at the floor, muttering to himself.
The figure on the bed, back turned, "sleeping," trembled slightly. After a long hesitation, Jiang Qi sat up slowly, tidied her messy hair awkwardly, and turned to the sweaty Chuck.
"Hehe, busted. Why aren't you sleeping so late?"
"I said, I want to talk."
Chuck patted the spot beside him.
Jiang Qi sighed, blushing awkwardly, but obeyed, sitting beside him, her white feet on the floor.
Only breathing sounds filled the room, insects chirping outside. It was quiet enough to hear Jiang Qi's rapid, chaotic heartbeat.
With Chuck's perception, it sounded like a broken drum kit.
He didn't beat around the bush.
"Is it a heart problem?"
"...Eh?"
Jiang Qi's smile froze. Shock trembled in her pupils.
She had never mentioned her health to anyone on the island.
"Heart... what heart? I don't understand."
"That confirms it."
Chuck didn't intend to play word games. As planned, he was here to state his thoughts unilaterally.
"Starting tomorrow, no more physical labor. Help Yitong with light chores, set the table. I have a more important task for you."
"...What task?"
Still reeling from the shock, Jiang Qi asked blankly.
"Stay alive."
Chuck looked at the dim floor, his tone calm and certain.
"You should know this island is magical. How magical, I'm too lazy to explain. But your illness, which modern medicine might not cure, has a cure here."
"So I don't care how you do it, just survive for the next ten days."
"In ten days, I will cure you. That is all."
With that, Chuck ignored Jiang Qi, stood up, and walked out of the room.