Half-asleep, Lee So-yeon was awakened by a strange noise.
The sound was bizarre, almost indescribable. If she had to put it into words, it sounded like a boiling kettle trapped inside a tightly sealed cauldron.
Faint and sharp, yet muffled and suppressed.
Back in her early days as an entertainment company executive, driven by a desire for perfection, Lee So-yeon would overthink day and night. This led to mild neurasthenia and insomnia. Although she eventually overcame it through medication and lifestyle adjustments, she had remained a much lighter sleeper ever since.
She heard the noise clearly but couldn't immediately identify its source. Groggily sitting up, she inadvertently glanced at the spot beside her where Chuck was supposed to be sleeping—it was completely empty.
Her mind instantly cleared.
She immediately looked up and scanned her surroundings, her initial bewilderment quickly turning into sheer panic.
He Xiaoyu, Nicole, Sofia...
These three companions, who should have been sound asleep in their respective spots, were now... nowhere to be found, just like Chuck!
A chill ran down her spine as a dark premonition uncontrollably surfaced in her mind.
Unable to worry about anything else, Lee So-yeon glanced around. Careful not to disturb the other sleeping women, she gently nudged Tang Yumo to wake her up.
Met with Tang Yumo's confused and groggy expression, she leaned in and whispered into her ear, explaining the current situation.
Hearing Lee So-yeon's words, Tang Yumo's bleary eyes widened in alarm. She slowly pushed herself up from the straw mat and stared toward the dark corner deep within the cave.
The torrential rain outside blanketed most of her hearing in white noise, but she could still clearly make out the muffled sounds coming from that direction.
The more she listened to that sound... the more it sounded exactly like...
But this time, a trace of hesitation appeared on Tang Yumo's face for the very first time.
The old Tang Yumo would have undoubtedly gone to check on the three missing women without a second thought. Even the Tang Yumo of yesterday would have investigated the situation first.
But after the crushing blow she received earlier that day, she was no longer sure if she wanted to witness that kind of scene with her own eyes.
It was true—after being taken in by the Korean Lee sisters, the despair and suicidal thoughts in her heart had temporarily vanished.
Among everyone she had encountered since arriving on the island, Lee So-yeon's capabilities, mentality, and leadership skills were second only to Chuck's. Seeing her, a mere woman, successfully leading a group of women to survive in the northern part of the island far from Chuck, had reignited the extinguished flames of hope in Tang Yumo's heart, making her want to lend a helping hand.
However, the food shortages, the grueling living conditions, and the companions dying one after another—truly perishing on this godforsaken island... People who had shared their joys and sorrows were reduced to rotting flesh, tied to wooden stakes, and sent drifting away on the ocean waves.
Short-term pain was one thing, but this prolonged torment was like a dull knife slowly slicing through flesh, eating away at her hope bit by bit.
So much so that when Chuck reappeared, she actually felt a fleeting sense of relief in her heart.
Thank God it was him.
Thank God he had found the path here.
At this stage, Tang Yumo was naturally no longer as naive as before. She had even taken the initiative to tell Lee So-yeon about Chuck, secretly hoping Lee So-yeon would actively seek his help. She was even willing to volunteer herself to take Lee So-yeon's place and make "that kind" of sexual trade with him.
But to her dismay, Chuck's indifferent attitude felt like a resounding slap to the face, inflicting a massive, devastating blow to her psyche.
As things stood, in Chuck's eyes, she had gone from "having a little value left" to being "completely worthless."
Chuck's attitude toward her was even colder than how he treated a stranger he had met just minutes ago. In this state, her mere continued existence here was becoming a burden to the Lee sisters...
What right, what standing did she have left to meddle in other people's affairs?
But in the firelight, Lee So-yeon's lips and pupils were quivering. Seeing Tang Yumo's hesitation, she quickly guessed her thoughts. Gripping Tang Yumo's wrist tightly, she pleaded in a low whisper.
"Tang... you're the only one who can help me now."
Chuck and three of her companions had vanished, and strange noises were echoing from the corner of the cave. No matter how much Lee So-yeon wanted to deny it, the fact that Chuck was making a move on her companions was practically indisputable.
Although Lee So-yeon was a highly capable leader, she was still just a woman. All alone, she simply couldn't muster the courage to approach those shadows.
Tang Yumo hesitated for a moment, but eventually gave a slow nod.
"I... I understand."
Over a month ago, she had already resolved to die. If it weren't for the Lee sisters, she would be nothing more than bleached bones by now.
Therefore, even though she was equally terrified and completely unsure of what to do, seeing Lee So-yeon's desperate expression and hearing her plea left her with no choice but to agree.
Supporting each other, the two women slowly stood up from the straw mats by the fire. Step by step, they cautiously approached the depths of the cave, heading toward the source of the noise...
The white-noise roar of the torrential rain behind them gradually faded into a blur. At the same time, the muffled panting and the highly rhythmic, wet slapping sounds of flesh colliding coming from the shadows became increasingly distinct...
Slap-slap-slap-slap-slap...
"Mmh... ahh... it's too... deep..."
Finally, just as the sounds felt like they were mere inches away!
A sudden force grabbed both of their wrists. They instinctively opened their mouths to scream, but two hands clamped firmly over their lips.
Immediately following that, illuminated by the faint firelight, two familiar faces appeared right in front of them.
"Shh... keep your voices down! Or he'll notice us!"
Tang Yumo and Lee So-yeon's hearts were pounding out of their chests as they stared in shock at their two companions, who were pressing themselves against the wall like sneaky voyeurs.
It was none other than Nicole and He Xiaoyu—two of the three missing women.
The loud slapping of bodies and explicit moans were coming from just around the corner ahead. Tang Yumo stood frozen in place, completely failing to process the situation. Lee So-yeon suppressed her erratic breathing and heartbeat, staring at He Xiaoyu with deeply furrowed brows.
Possessing a sharp mind, seeing this scene unfold before her own eyes allowed Lee So-yeon to immediately piece together what was happening. A surge of quiet anger flared up in her chest. Glaring at her two companions, she demanded in a harsh whisper.
"What the hell is going on here?"
...
...
Scorching hot, unbelievably tight.
Western mares might have their differences, but each possessed her own unique flavor. Having thoroughly experienced the aunt-and-niece duo of Julia and Janet, and now finally tasting a third, Chuck felt he had gained some profound insights on the matter.
After overhearing that conversation earlier in the evening, he fully expected some sexual encounters tonight. However, he never expected this Spanish woman named Sofia to be so incredibly bold and direct.
While he was pretending to sleep, she had slipped her hand right into his boxers. By the time Chuck opened his eyes, she already had his massive cock firmly in her grasp. Staring right into his eyes, she boldly dropped the line, "Do you want to fuck me?" before flashing a seductive smile, standing up, and swaying her perky ass as her long legs carried her into the pitch-black depths of the cave.
Under these circumstances, even if Chuck were a saint, he wouldn't be able to hold back—and he certainly didn't want to.
The moment they rounded the corner, it was like a spark hitting dry tinder. Within a few steps, their clothes were scattered all over the rocky floor. Her exotic, wheat-toned, athletic Spanish body looked like a perfectly sculpted masterpiece under the faint firelight. Chuck forcefully pinned the woman against the cave wall, making her brace her hands against the stone and arch her perfectly round ass backward. Guiding his giant dragon, he pressed it against her slick entrance, making sure to clamp a large hand firmly over her mouth to muffle her.
Then, with a powerful thrust of his hips, he penetrated her completely.
A free pussy delivered right to his doorstep—it would be a crime not to fuck it.
However, what Chuck didn't expect was that as he buried himself inside her, an unimaginable, suffocating tightness gripped his shaft, followed by the distinct tearing sensation of a fragile barrier. Immediately after, the Spanish woman pinned against the wall began to violently convulse. A piercing scream was smothered by Chuck's hand, turning into a long, drawn-out, agonizingly pleasurable muffled wail.
Unable to see clearly in the darkness, Chuck reached down with his free hand to check. Rubbing his fingers together and catching sight of the dark crimson blood smeared on them in the dim light, a wave of genuine surprise washed over him.
Everyone on this island, aside from himself, was not only a woman, but a chaste virgin. This wasn't the first time Chuck had formed this hypothesis, but right now, it had received absolute, undeniable confirmation.
Still, it genuinely shocked Chuck that such a proactive, wildly passionate Spanish woman would surrender her virginity to him so unhesitatingly...
It seemed she had truly "opened up" her mind—and her body.
Out of all the women he had encountered so far, she was the fastest to submit to reality.
Having grown accustomed to treating women like his personal playthings during sex, and favoring deep, ruthless, wide-open thrusting, Chuck had never really mastered the delicate art of taking a virginity. Still, he at least knew to start off slow, gentle, and gradual.
Under the flickering firelight, her tight, wheat-toned lower abdomen was repeatedly pushed outward, forming a visible bulge with every thrust of his massive pillar. Her bare toes curled as she stood on her tiptoes against the freezing stone floor, her knees buckling and trembling uncontrollably. From time to time, drops of thick white fluids or straight streams of clear juices splashed out from where they were connected, pooling onto the rocky ground between their legs.
Unbelievably tight, scalding hot. The only regret was that, due to their precarious environment, he had to keep her mouth covered and couldn't listen to this fiery Spanish woman screaming wildly in her native tongue. What a pity.
However, as his thrusts began to ruthlessly accelerate, the distinct rustling sounds of movement echoed from the wall corner just a short distance behind them.
Chuck easily deduced the number of eavesdroppers, and his sharp mind instantly pieced together what was happening. A wicked smirk formed as he deliberately increased the speed and brutal force of his thrusts. This forced much clearer, desperate muffled screams from the woman under his hand, making her long, wheat-colored legs convulse even more violently.
Until finally, he took a deep breath and drove himself to the absolute hilt. Deep inside her newly-bloomed depths, completely bottoming out against the pristine walls of this Spanish palace that had never known foreign invasion, he used all his strength to violently pump a massive, torrential load of dense Chinese energy essence deep into her womb.
Withdrawing completely, he let the completely unconscious Spanish woman collapse onto the cold rock floor like a puddle of melted flesh. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head, her body occasionally spasming and twitching as copious amounts of thick white cream oozed continuously from between her slack thighs.
Given the increasingly friendly Sino-European relations these days, Chuck naturally felt obligated to contribute his own strength—and his seed—to the cause.
Nodding in satisfaction at his handiwork, he finally turned his gaze toward the shadowy corner of the cave behind him, his eyes narrowing dangerously.
It seemed that while he was busy enjoying himself, his little audience had somehow grown from two voyeurs to four?
The corners of Chuck's lips curled up into a wicked smirk. Having absolutely no intention of hiding his magnificent physique, he nonchalantly stepped over the scattered clothes on the ground. Completely butt-naked, he strolled over and presented his imposing, fully-aroused form right in front of those four pairs of instantly widened eyes, offering them a casual, chilling smile.
"Peeping is not a very good habit, ladies."