"..."
As Chuck's words fell, Lee So-yeon looked at the wild fruits and bananas placed in front of her, which she considered incredibly precious, her delicate and beautiful eyebrows finally furrowing tightly.
These things... she naturally understood in her heart.
The truth was pretty much what Chuck thought. Having just experienced the rebellion and death of her companions, the sister she cared about even killed someone with her own hands because of it, the remaining companions were also scared out of their wits, and she herself hadn't even recovered her senses yet...
So yes, at a time like this, she really didn't have the energy to consider Chuck's side of things. She could only temporarily put on a posture of sincere gratitude, attempting to cope with it for now and figure out a way to compensate later.
But she didn't expect that Chuck would actually follow her words and make such a... request that she had already anticipated countless times deep in her heart.
"Mr. Chuck... are you serious?"
"Please, Miss Lee, is this our first day meeting?"
Since the words had been spoken, Chuck didn't plan to continue playing along with this act called "trade," putting the originally unspoken truth between the two of them on the table in one breath.
"You know what I truly want. To put it bluntly, over this past period, you were merely taking advantage of my patience and goodwill. You and I both know that I've cooperated with you until today simply because I am a reasonable person."
"..."
As Chuck's words fell, Lee So-yeon's expression also instantly stiffened.
After a strange silence, a trace of irrepressible exhaustion finally surfaced between her brows.
Perhaps... it was time to give up.
She once wanted to lead her companions to survive together, but ended up being betrayed. She also wanted to use the chips in her hands as much as possible to exchange for this man's help, but now it ultimately wouldn't work anymore.
At this point, relying on her own abilities, there was nothing left she could do for her companions. In the days to come, everyone in this island north settlement, including herself, was destined to successively seek refuge with Chuck, offering their bodies to him, begging for a chance to live.
It was also time to accept all these consequences.
But understanding it in her heart didn't mean she could immediately accept reality.
Although she was a former female executive and a retired popular idol, Lee So-yeon was actually a few years younger than Yitong, and could almost be considered peers with Chuck.
Even though she had some friendship with him, to directly discuss such a thing as "sleeping together" face-to-face, and even accepting an invitation as a woman, Lee So-yeon found it somewhat hard to speak for a moment.
"As long as it's a man, there are suppressed desires hidden deep inside, and among many desires, sexual desire is a quite normal and healthy one. So as the only man on the island, I am just a pervert, not a thug or a madman. That should be your good fortune."
Chuck's voice sounded again in front of her, speaking words that sounded unreasonable but upon careful consideration seemed hard to refute.
Lee So-yeon lowered her head, the tips of her fair ears gradually flushing red. Finally, she looked up, the expression on her face changing from exhausted back to calm.
"Over this period, thanks to Mr. Chuck's help. Compared to the help you've given, my body is really not worth mentioning. If Mr. Chuck wants it, anytime, anywhere, is fine..."
After saying this, her eyes dimmed for an instant, then recovered to normal. She looked up openly at Chuck, her face bearing an expression of having made every resolve.
"Anytime, anywhere... that is indeed very resolute."
Hearing this, Chuck really couldn't suppress the feeling of appreciation in his heart. With his arms crossed over his chest, he nodded continuously. Then his gaze unscrupulously swept up and down Lee So-yeon's tall and slender figure, the corners of his lips curling up slightly.
"Then what if I say right here, right now?"
"..."
Seeming to have anticipated such a response, Lee So-yeon's slender shoulders only trembled slightly, and she had no more reactions. Her eyelids drooped, and her wrists, slender to the bone, slowly raised, pinching the straps of the slightly loose khaki tank top on her body.
"If Mr. Chuck wants it..."
Seeing her action, Chuck narrowed his eyes and didn't open his mouth to stop her.
Following the movement of Lee So-yeon's fingertips, the straps on both sides slipped from her snowy white, gaunt shoulders. Large patches of bony, glowing white skin subsequently appeared before Chuck. Covering the slightly bulging twin peaks on her chest was a small beige tube top.
At such close range, Chuck could almost see the tiny beads of fine sweat seeping out on that slender, snowy white neck, as well as the small, distinct protrusions on both sides of the tube top.
Paired with Lee So-yeon's blushing face, and the contrasting shyness to her usual calm and generous demeanor, Chuck's crotch instantly tightened.
As long as he wanted to, he could immediately and right now lift this top-tier Korean girl into the air and fuck her mercilessly, watching her pretending-to-be-calm face completely soaked and broken by tears and drool, listening to her steady and generous voice completely shatter in pleasure.
But although Chuck had always been a real man who struck when it was time to strike, this situation was clearly not the time to strike.
A forced melon is not sweet, fucking an unwilling pussy doesn't feel good. If a woman doesn't get into the zone, forcefully shoving it in will only be incredibly dry, no different from rape. There's neither experience nor romance, which is truly not Chuck's style.
Lee So-yeon had just experienced the betrayal of her companions and personally saw her sister carry a human life, becoming a murderer in the traditional secular sense. Her mood was unlikely to adjust in the short term.
So just as she was preparing to untie the thin string on her neck, intending to take off that tube top as well, Chuck finally spoke.
"Forget it, I suddenly remembered I have something to do later."
He waved his hand, not wasting any more words, and under Lee So-yeon's astonished gaze, turned and left expressionlessly.
"Let's just leave it at this today. We'll arrange another time, see you."
After speaking, he put his hands in his pockets, leisurely stepped onto the stone slope, and his figure disappeared at the end of the jungle.
A rich red flush still remained on Lee So-yeon's face. Her originally dim pupils gradually regained some spirit. She put the spaghetti strap tank top, which had slipped down to her waist, back on. Her gaze couldn't help but move down, looking in front of her.
She saw that the basket of wild fruits and wild vegetables originally used for "trade" was still quietly placed where it was.
...
Returning home, the time was approaching evening again. Chuck wasn't in a hurry to work, but directly picked up Julia, who was sitting by the dining table taking a break from work, with one arm around her waist. Amidst the latter's exclamations, he brought her into the bedroom, tossed her onto the bed, and then without a word, spread her pair of snowy white long legs, raised the towering giant dragon, and stuffed it in.
The azure pupils instantly rolled up and lost focus. The expression of surprise and playfulness on her exquisite face instantly turned into intoxication immersed in pleasure. Her pair of pink-white delicate feet began to habitually curl and twitch. After just a few rubs, the mare's depths, which were originally slightly dry, became slimy, slippery, and tight.
"Ang~ Darling, why are you doing it as soon as you get back... do you like me that much... mmh nn nn nn—"
The folds that perfectly fit the shape of the giant dragon began to gently writhe and envelop. Julia looked up, her face full of spring, gazing at Chuck with eyes full of love. While biting her lower lip and speaking in a charming voice, she synchronously contracted, squeezed, and toyed with every thrust of his, making Chuck feel so good his soul almost left his body.
Chuck sank his waist and legs, submerging completely. The dragon head firmly pressed against the blonde mare's delicate depths. Cupping her smooth, tender face with both hands, he looked at her unfocused, trembling heart-shaped pupils, smiled, and kissed her lips.
"Aren't you my little bitch? I'll fuck you whenever I want to fuck you, what does it have to do with just getting back?"
"Eee oh oh oh... Darling, right there, harder! I want you to enter the palace again!"
"OJBK, little bitch."
Chuck laughed and cursed, skillfully grasping the two scorching pink-white delicate feet on his shoulders. As usual, interlacing ten toes, pressing them against the bedboard above her head. His waist, already bottomed out, exerted further force to oppress, pushing the already bulging snowy abdomen directly to the point where veins popped out. Then, amidst a cry of satisfying scream from Julia, he once again broke through that tight "rubber band."
Large splashes of water directly sprayed out beneath them. Chuck ignored Julia's spasms and twitches, directly following her favorite rough way, rampaging wildly inside that palace full of energy essence.
Outside the room, Jiang Qi, who had just helped Yitong prepare dinner ingredients in the kitchen, was attracted by Julia's cries. Leaning against the doorframe, while wiping the water stains on her hands with a cloth, she watched the two fighting increasingly fiercely, and Chuck's two golden eggs swinging back and forth, constantly beating against Julia's pink bud. She shook her head and sighed helplessly.
She felt that the people in this family would all sooner or later turn into a bunch of sex addicts.
But that seems... not bad either?
Thinking of this, Jiang Qi's hand involuntarily reached into the waistband of her pants, squelching and toying between her legs.
...
CCB (sleep, sleep, fuck, squelch, squirt), another day.
As the residence upgraded to a concrete floor, Chuck inevitably thought of an additional residence upgrade plan—laying floorboards.
Although thinking about decoration before the house was even finished building was a bit early, but since all the upgrade blueprints at home now required DIY independent design, it was never wrong to consider the plan in advance.
The newly upgraded concrete foundation was certainly good. Whether walking and moving around the house or the convenience of cleaning up, it was far superior to the past mortar foundation. But concrete is concrete after all; the material is rough, the ground is hard, and it will still accumulate dust.
If a layer of smooth wooden floorboards could be laid, a shoe rack built, and a pair of comfortable (sexy) indoor shoes made for the women in the family, from then on, changing shoes upon entering the door would bring the atmosphere closer to modern home living.
Of course, the most important thing is that this way, every corner of the house could truly be considered Chuck's battlefield.
Explaining his thoughts to Yitong, who was in charge of design, Chuck, a layman, stopped considering this matter. After fully delegating it to this former mature female executive of a development company to fret over, he continued to focus his energy on the most important things.
To hunt the giant bird, the most important improved ballista was ready. Next, just like making the binoculars before, before waiting for the next storm to arrive, he needed to make the matching auxiliary tools—goggles and a raincoat.
With these two items, Chuck would be able to move more freely on stormy days. That way, when searching for that giant bird's lair on the mountain and hunting it at close range, he would be able to cope with it with more ease.
Making the goggles was relatively much simpler. Unlike the binoculars, there was no need to polish the glass. He just needed to purify it as much as possible, embed the flat lenses into a wooden frame that fit Chuck's face shape, and finally use sturdy animal sinews to tie and fix it to the back of his head. The style was similar to swimming goggles, but the size was much larger.
Compared to the goggles, the raincoat was relatively much more troublesome.
First of all, the material had to be as waterproof as possible, after all, that was the reason for making a raincoat. Secondly, it couldn't be too heavy, otherwise, it would affect flexibility and defeat the purpose. Finally, it had to be sturdy enough, otherwise, if it got scratched by branches seen everywhere after a few steps outside, or directly torn to shreds by the storm, it would be better not to bother.
Chuck thought about it left and right, pondered for a long time, and suddenly slapped his forehead.
"Damn, how did I forget that thing!"
But it made sense. When he acquired that thing, it was exactly the critical moment when he just started building the settlement. It was probably half a year ago now. Not remembering it for a moment was normal.
Chuck stepped all the way into the storage room, rummaging everywhere, and finally pulled out a slender, thin, and light object emitting a dark green glow, its surface already starting to turn gray, from a pile of spare linen cloth at the very bottom of a wooden shelf.
That's right, it was exactly the giant python snake skin that had engaged in a life-and-death struggle with Chuck in the southwest swamp area and was turned into a corpse by him!
Chuck had also put in some effort when he peeled this thing off back then. But returning home, he didn't know how to deal with it for a while, so he temporarily stored it. He didn't expect that it would be stored until today.
Not to mention, this snake skin is both thin and light yet tough, both waterproof and smooth. It really is the most suitable material for making raincoats and umbrellas that can be found on this deserted island.
Looking at it this way, it was fortunate he didn't hastily dispose of this thing back then. Otherwise, for this hunting operation, Chuck would probably have to face a life-and-death struggle with that giant volcanic bird carrying the debuff of being a drowned rat.
But then again... besides the snake skin that was almost forgotten by him and never saw the light of day, how many things were there in this house that he had accumulated in the past but forgotten about?
Thinking about it, it shouldn't be a small number.
Thinking of this, Chuck could only scratch his head helplessly.
It seemed that while the residence was expanding, when the second floor was finished and the first floor freed up more space, he could consider adding some areas to the storage room at home, and incidentally inventory various supplies. After all, surviving on a deserted island, knowing how to live is better than anything else.
Cutting the raincoat was no different from cutting silk for the women in the family. It was still using the workbench's DIY recipe to design the style, and then adding materials to synthesize it.
But just as Chuck was about to start working, the phone in his pocket vibrated abruptly.
Chuck put down the snake skin, took it out for a look, and his gaze subsequently froze.
It was actually a call from Lee So-yeon.
No, wait...
It could also be her sister?