Currently, although Chuck had many women who enjoyed being played with, commanded, or even humiliated, he didn't feel anything special while satisfying them.
Of course, enjoying himself with them pleased him, but that was just the pleasure of conquest. He derived no special pleasure from the acts of humiliating or commanding women themselves.
Simply put, he was an ordinary, virile man with relatively mainstream and healthy preferences, devoid of specific roleplay or identity fetishes.
Chuck sometimes thought that when it came to intimacy, perhaps most people didn't have absolute fetishes. Asking a man if he liked feet, boobs, or butts didn't require a single choice; he could like them all.
Similarly, whether dominant or submissive, as long as it wasn't overly "hardcore," most people might have a broad acceptance range. With appropriate boundaries and atmosphere, being on top or bottom could provide a good experience.
For example, Chuck enjoyed pinning Julia down and pounding her hard, choking her white neck and breaching her womb dominantly. He also allowed Janet to press her snowy breasts on him, playing with his dragon with maternal tenderness.
"You saved my life yesterday. Our operation succeeded thanks to your help. And we agreed after the contest, so yes."
Under the moonlight from the window, Chuck looked down at Valentina's excited eyes and nodded calmly.
"But the condition is you don't do weird things, or I might resist, even retaliate. Remember, you can't beat me."
"...Tch."
Valentina rolled her eyes at him.
Even now, this man didn't forget to threaten her.
Let's see if you keep that attitude later.
"It's late. Where do we start? On the dining table? Or outside?"
Chuck walked up to her, reaching for her perky snowy breasts. Valentina spun away, looking back with a half-smile.
"The artificial cave outside, of course."
Curling her lips, Valentina walked out first. Chuck watched her back, shaking his head helplessly.
Choosing the artificial cave on purpose... trying to overwrite bad memories?
Seems she still grudgingly remembered those events.
Thinking this, Chuck wiped the residual milk and sweat off his body and followed slowly.
Letting her vent her grievances was fine. After all, she risked her life for him yesterday.
Consider it a reward.
...
"Don't know why, but I feel even better after returning yesterday..."
In the artificial cave, a casually lit fire warmed the cold stone space slightly. Though colder than the house, it was comfortable for two superhumans.
Amidst clinking sounds, Chuck lay spread-eagle on the bed, letting Valentina manipulate him. When she spoke, he looked away from the starry sky outside to find his hands chained to the headboard.
His mouth twitched.
Fast hands.
"Hard to explain, but it's because of me."
"I knew it..."
Valentina looked down at the bound Chuck, eyes narrowing.
As someone who trained regularly, she knew bodies didn't strengthen suddenly. The only explanation was the magical phenomena around Chuck.
This wasn't the first time. After that strange shared dream, her body underwent a sudden transformation—strength, reaction speed, everything improved drastically. It felt like being reborn.
Though less obvious this time, the change was clear.
"So you won't tell me the reason?"
Valentina traced Chuck's jawline with a finger, licked her lips excitedly, turned, and sat on his crotch.
Hands bound; legs next. Just like the night she was first captured.
Feeling the warmth on his lower abdomen, Chuck raised an eyebrow but didn't reveal everything.
After the Other Shore trial, the silver-haired woman gained a 30% bonus share. So when Chuck consumed seven more potions after killing the tiger, her body naturally improved too.
Currently, Valentina's shared bonus gave her 51% physical and 45% mental stats. Still far behind Chuck, but as someone who fought him as a mortal, the practical effect was much greater than numbers suggested.
But explaining his uniqueness would take all day. Life is short; better to fuck than waste time explaining.
"Nothing to say. Just know I'm human, but not ordinary."
Chuck summarized briefly. Click-click. Cold shackles bound his ankles.
Prep done. Valentina turned to face Chuck, her smile growing more excited.
"I'll make you beg me later."
"I said don't go too far. If you think these chains can hold me, you're dead wrong."
"Shut up."
Valentina threw a piece of cloth onto Chuck's face, stiffening his body and blinding him.
It was her sports bra.
As a muscular woman, Valentina's breasts were round but not huge—just a handful. Firm muscles kept them perky without support.
The heavy, not unpleasant sweat smell mixed with vanilla soap and her body scent dominated Chuck's nose.
Chuck's plan was simple: cooperate if she wasn't excessive to balance her feelings. But this opening was already pushing his limits...
His wrists flexed instinctively, tightening the chains, but relaxed after hesitation.
Fine. At least it's not panties or socks.
Endure for now. See what she does.
Seeing Chuck move suddenly, Valentina's smile froze for a second.
She threw the bra just to interrupt him. Seeing his reaction, she realized she might have crossed the line. Just as she hesitated to remove it, Chuck relaxed. She sighed in relief.
Then her hands skillfully grasped Chuck's sky-piercing dragon. Hands stacked, she stroked up and down while twisting in opposite directions.
"Mmh..."
Blinded and nose filled with her scent, his touch became hypersensitive. The unexpected stimulation tensed his abs, forcing a groan.
He was surprised.
Double twist?!
Since when did this silver-haired woman learn this move?!
Seeing his reaction, excitement deepened in Valentina's eyes. Her movements accelerated gradually.
...
About a week ago, a dull afternoon.
Returning to rest after chopping wood, Valentina passed the kitchen and bumped into a sweaty, flushed Janet. Combining the noises she heard and the sweet milk scent drifting out, guessing what happened wasn't hard.
"Hi, Valentina~"
Caught post-coitus, the cheerful mature mare wasn't embarrassed. She greeted her and headed for the bedroom.
"Janet, wait."
Usually, Valentina just nodded, given her personality. But this time, she called out inexplicably.
Janet turned, surprised.
"Oh... what is it? Need something?"
"No, just want to ask you something."
Looking at the overwhelmingly seductive redhead, Valentina felt certain.
Sharing a bed for days and witnessing Janet and Chuck's sex, she knew who was the most "skilled" and had the highest "combat power" in the house.
Under Janet's puzzled gaze, Valentina leaned in and whispered.
Janet's expression became fascinating.
"Oh... of course. Wow, honestly, I'm a bit surprised."
Valentina straightened up, stepping back. Seeing Janet's ambiguous expression, she blushed.
"I am a woman too, after all."
"Oh honey, though you're sturdier than many men I've known, you certainly are."
Janet teased, hooking her arm affectionately and walking with her toward the bedroom, adding:
"I guess we might need a substitute. A branch? Or a bamboo tube?"
"Bamboo tube... he is thick, after all."
"Giggle, yes, he certainly is~"
...
Back to the present.
The frequency and friction were perfect, hitting the threshold between pleasure and discomfort.
Valentina's hand technique gave Chuck an uncontrollable impulse for the first time during sex or intimacy.
Men who both masturbate and have sex know the difference. Though the result is similar, the feeling is distinct. Online debates about which is better are endless, but Chuck felt comparison was unnecessary. They were different experiences.
Sex focuses on the whole feeling—organ union, skin contact, eye contact, sound feedback, smell... an immersive experience requiring patience, stamina, and emotional foundation to enjoy fully.
Masturbation is simple and direct: just to cum. Everything done serves that goal.
And everyone knows, doing it yourself vs. a woman doing it for you—the latter wins hands down, especially with such technique.
So even battle-hardened Chuck, blindfolded and stimulated intensely, felt his waist go weak.
Being pushed this far by hands alone... he had only experienced this with one woman in the house...
Thinking this, the blindfolded Chuck realized.
She consulted an expert.
Five minutes in, he was near the limit.
Feeling stickiness on her upper palm and the swelling of the head, Valentina's breathing quickened. Realizing Chuck was at the critical point, she smirked and switched techniques according to the "Secret Manual" learned from the expert.
Right hand grip, left palm pressing and rotating the head in one direction.
"Holy f..."
This stimulation made Chuck curse, goosebumps rising all over. He sat up abruptly, shaking the bra off his face.
Vision returned. Their eyes met—hers half-smiling...
Stimulation stopped abruptly.
Chuck frowned, looking down at her hands suspended in mid-air, then up at Valentina's triumphant face. His eye twitched.
Damn it.
Playing this game, huh?!
Chuck understood exactly what she was doing. The silver-haired woman leaned forward, her leopard-like body looming over him.
"Want me to continue?"