Turning around, he saw Julia kneeling on the floor, sobbing uncontrollably.
Beside her, Yitong's face was ashen. Looking at Jiang Qi, who had closed her eyes on the bed, Yitong staggered back two steps, lips trembling. Her voluptuous body shook violently, hand covering her mouth as tears welled up in her beautiful eyes.
The crying immediately attracted the other women waiting at the dining table. Gathering outside the storage room, seeing the scene inside, they all teared up without exception.
The whole house erupted into a mass of tears.
Watching this baffling scene, Chuck's scalp tingled. He almost thought he made a mistake and checked Jiang Qi's petite nose again. Feeling her weak but stabilizing breath, he stood up slowly, turning to the sobbing women.
Clap!
He clapped his hands loudly.
"Stop!"
The sobbing was interrupted by Chuck's voice. The women looked at him with teary eyes, stunned. Chuck gave a helpless expression and stepped aside.
"I'm glad you care about her so much, but she's not dead yet. You're crying a bit too early."
As Chuck spoke, the women's gazes focused on Jiang Qi lying on the bed with eyes closed.
They were shocked to find that Jiang Qi, who looked like a lamp running out of oil minutes ago, now had visibly better color!
The blanket covering her rose and fell slightly.
Shocked eyes turned back to Chuck.
Julia stood up immediately, ignoring the tears on her face, and rushed to the bed. After observing closely and confirming Jiang Qi was fine, she turned dazedly, gripping Chuck's arm tightly.
"Darling... what on earth is..."
After Chuck and Valentina left, she was the main caretaker for Jiang Qi.
Around 4 PM, Jiang Qi's stable condition collapsed like a building without a foundation, deteriorating rapidly.
Julia called everyone, trying everything to stabilize her. But on this island, their medical resources were powerless against Jiang Qi's terminal illness that even modern medicine couldn't cure.
Finally, Julia could only brew calming herbal soup, while Yitong stayed by the bed, wiping the cold sweat of pain and weakness.
To see Chuck one last time, Jiang Qi held on by sheer will until he returned.
But somehow, Chuck just looked at her, fed her a sip of water...
And her dying condition suddenly stabilized?
Not just Julia; Yitong and the helpless women outside were all incredulous.
"Too troublesome to explain. Just know that I've been preparing to cure her these past few days, and today, I finally succeeded."
Under their gazes, Chuck felt unprecedentedly relieved. The heavy burden was lifted, and he felt light from the inside out.
But then, Julia screamed again.
"Oh my God, Darling! Your back!"
After confirming her companion's safety, Julia relaxed, only to notice the large cloth strips wrapped around Chuck's back, stained dark brown with blood.
She rushed to examine him, her exquisite face full of distress and panic.
Yitong and the others noticed too. Chuck's return had been so rushed that they missed the abnormality initially.
Chaos erupted again, louder than before. Chuck's tired brain buzzed. He clapped heavily again to silence the room, then whispered.
"My injury looks scary but isn't serious. Follow me out. Jiang Qi is fine, but she needs rest."
The Essence Potion was no joke.
In minutes, Jiang Qi's skin regained its initial rosiness. Up close, Chuck's evolved perception felt her chaotic heartbeat stabilizing step by step.
Though Chuck didn't know the specific disease name, curing such a likely congenital terminal illness was practically rebuilding the body. No exaggeration.
Hearing Chuck, the women nodded, calming down with relief. They didn't know how Chuck pulled Jiang Qi back from death, but he always achieved the impossible.
So this was no surprise.
Returning to the main living room, sitting around the table, Chuck comforted the emotional women one by one, then officially announced the end of the multi-day emergency.
"Jiang Qi's illness will stabilize slowly. After tonight, she won't need constant care. Everyone returns to their posts. And of course, nighttime activities can resume."
As he spoke, Chuck scanned the women's bodies unscrupulously.
With the big head's tension released, the suppressed little head reclaimed the high ground.
Holding back for days, honestly, Chuck felt he could go all night.
"Hubby, does your injury... really not need treatment?"
Despite the arousal Chuck's words caused, Yitong looked worriedly at him.
"Just apply some medicine later."
Although [Outer Soft, Inner Steel] and the red potions healed most internal and muscular damage, leaving only superficial scratches, Chuck wasn't stubborn. Even a cut finger needs a band-aid.
He was tough, not stupid.
"But now... is dinner ready? I'm really hungry."
While speaking, Chuck suddenly reached out and squeezed Yitong's swaying heavy breasts. Caught off guard, the mature beauty rolled her eyes back, revealing a lewd expression in front of everyone, moaning "Ohhh hoooo."
"Hoooo—It... it's ready, keeping warm on the stove. I'll get it..."
Despite the serious atmosphere moments ago, Yitong's sow-like squeal stunned everyone.
Then, the air in the room heated up.
These days, not just Chuck, but Julia, Janet, the Gu mother and daughter, Kaede, Kaoru, and even Valentina had suppressed their sexual urges for the greater good.
Now, with Chuck announcing Jiang Qi's safety, his words about "nighttime activities" finally felt real.
Tonight, they could finally vent their accumulated desire.
The atmosphere at the table turned odd. Blushing, Yitong swayed her fleshy body to the kitchen. The other women got busy quickly and skillfully.
Some helped in the kitchen, some cleared the table, some went to the bedroom to prepare the bed eagerly...
Chuck missed their bodies, and they missed his dragon.
...
After dinner, Chuck wanted a hot shower before the battle but was strictly stopped by Julia and Yitong.
Reason: the back wound shouldn't get wet.
"It's fine, I'll be careful. I can't go to bed with you all dirty, right?"
Looking at the two women blocking him, Chuck smiled helplessly.
His reason was solid. Fighting, processing the carcass, trekking through the jungle all day—besides his own blood and sweat, he was covered in tiger blood and grime.
Hearing this, the women realized and looked him over, embarrassment appearing on their faces.
Though they loved him and wouldn't be disgusted, it was indeed a bit...
Chuck spread his hands, "See?"
Holding back for days, he wanted to enjoy tonight cleanly.
Just as he tried to bypass them to the water tower, two soft hands grabbed his arms simultaneously.
"Darling!"
"Hubby..."
Chuck turned. Julia and Yitong exchanged a glance, nodded, then looked at him in unison.
"Darling, we need to shower too, so why not... all three of us together!"
"We'll wipe Hubby clean so you don't have to worry about your wound getting wet."
Chuck's expression became colorful.
He just wanted a shower, didn't expect to unlock this service.
"No problem. I'd love to."
Looking at the two women with spring in their eyes, Chuck smiled and nodded.
Women offering a bath together—what man would refuse?
...
Although he had bathed with Julia before, that was long ago.
Back then, surviving in the southern beach cave, bathing in cold seawater—conditions were primitive.
And their relationship wasn't this intimate.
Recently, Chuck upgraded the water tower with advanced valves and a new tank.
Every night after dinner, Yitong and Kaoru boiled two large pots of water for the tank. No need to worry about temperature; just adjust the mixing valve for a comfortable hot shower.
Those waiting in line would boil more water. Since arriving, resources were scarce, so everyone conserved water. Improving convenience remained a future task.
For now, he would enjoy this One Dragon Two Phoenix bath.
Under the water tower, Julia and Yitong, stripped naked, stood on either side of the valve, adjusting the temperature.
One blonde, fair-skinned, slender and hot. One graceful, gentle, with massive breasts and fleshy hips.
Both had top-tier bodies, unattainable by artificial means. Standing naked with backs to Chuck, they teased him unbearably.
His dragon stood tall and hot, throbbing with his rapid heartbeat, impatient.
"Sister Yitong, is this temp okay? A warmer towel feels better for Darling."
"Mmh, okay. We can cool it down when we wash."
Temperature set, they wet their cloths, turned around, and greeted Chuck with smiles.
"Darling, let me wipe you~"
"Come here, Hubby..."
But as they spoke, their eyes were drawn uncontrollably to the swollen dragon.
Undoubtedly, in this household, Chuck's rod was recognized as an addictive "popsicle."
Strictly speaking, they were the two most fucked by Chuck.
So they were the most addicted to his popsicle.
Separated for days, though silent, their hearts missed that thing terribly, even dreaming about it.
Intending only to clean their beloved man, seeing the longed-for rod changed everything.
Their breathing quickened, faces flushing like drunkards, eyes glazing over with heart shapes.
Between their snowy slender legs and fleshy thighs, clear water traces appeared—whether from the valve or elsewhere was unclear.