The more stunning the pair before him was, the deeper the regret in Chuck's heart became.
Unfortunately, he could only taste this fragrance tonight, yet what the nectar within truly tasted like, he had no chance of knowing.
Thinking this, Chuck's mood couldn't help but sink a bit. Looking at the Tang Dynasty mature woman beneath him—her cheeks flushed as she desperately pressed her hands against the overflowing white flesh on her chest, unable to block it—he felt like a rocket fully fueled.
Just waiting for the command to lift off and launch.
So, without a word, Chuck leaned down and forcefully claimed her lips. His tongue domineeringly pried open her pearly teeth, while his large hands unceremoniously brushed her hands aside, gripping the heavy, soft flesh on her chest.
He gripped so hard that his fingers sank into her; the soft, tender white flesh oozed through his finger cracks like cream.
"Mmm...!"
Liu Siyao's mouth was blocked, her hands struggling in vain. She let out her first delicate moan, but it was a silent whimper. Her almond eyes held a bit of terror, yet also a bit of relief.
After all, although this man named Chuck was mysterious and fearsome, he wasn't a bad person in the end.
Giving her body to him tonight and experiencing the joy of man and woman before death, this life wouldn't be too much of a regret...
Slurp... slurp.
Transparent saliva trickled slowly from the corners of her lips, their entangling tongues growing hotter. From initial passive endurance, Liu Siyao gradually learned to give a jerky response. The strength in her hands pushing against Chuck's chest weakened, and her soft, beautiful legs instinctively opened slowly, her feet—still in soft boots—gently hooking onto Chuck's thighs.
His palms felt that warmth and fullness, like holding two balls of high-quality mutton-fat jade, moist and solid.
Suddenly, Chuck proactively pulled away, drawing a crystalline silver thread in the air to end the long kiss. In the dim yellow light filtering from the main room, his palms slowly released the heavy snowy breasts on her chest, letting that warm white jade regain its freedom and tremble gently in the air.
Right now, Liu Siyao was panting rapidly, her almond eyes half-closed, her cheeks flushed as if drunk. She didn't speak, just bit her lower lip softly, tears shimmering in her eyes.
Though she was a woman in her early thirties, she had such a shy and lovely appearance. The sense of contrast made Chuck increasingly unable to restrain his desire for conquest. With an irresistible firmness, he reached out and gently grasped her warm calves resting on either side of his body, slowly lifting them before him.
He then realized that Liu Siyao was still wearing shoes.
A pair of light cyan, soft-soled embroidered boots. Though worn and tattered, many mending marks were visible, showing that Liu Siyao cherished this only pair of shoes deeply. Chuck unhesitatingly gripped the heels of both feet and slowly yanked upwards...
The soft boots slipped off her slender ankles, revealing her feet wrapped in plain white thin socks. The white cloth socks were of a thin material, slightly damp from being worn for a long time, carrying a faint fragrance mixed with sachet scent and female sweat.
Finally, Chuck gently supported her soles with his palms, feeling the warmth coming through the fabric. Under Liu Siyao's trembling gaze, he slowly peeled off the socks.
First came the exquisite ankles, bone lines as slender as jade carvings; then the insteps, skin so white it was almost transparent, with faint blue veins visible. Finally, the entire jade feet were completely bare in the air, her rosy soles and every round toe presented before him.
Chuck couldn't help but reach out and grasp them. The tactile sensation was just as he expected—a fine, matte texture left by years of trade, yet not rough. Instead, it was like high-quality white jade lightly polished by time. The arches were healthy, and the nails were trimmed neatly and cleanly.
To a woman from a feudal society, the feet were intimate areas similar to the other two spots. Being so openly held and kneaded by Chuck, Liu Siyao was so ashamed she almost buried her face in the pillow, yet she forced herself not to turn away. She just raised her already wet almond eyes, looking at Chuck with a gaze as tender as water, yet with a trace of a tremble as she said:
"My Lord... Tonight, this concubine is willing to be your Lord's one-night servant-wife... Please show me mercy..."
Chuck looked down at her, a flash of heat in his eyes.
"Husband and wife?"
"...Mmh."
To Chuck's surprise, Liu Siyao actually nodded.
"Since the Lord has already touched this concubine's body... from now on, this concubine belongs only to the Lord for this life. Even if after tonight I must sail far away into the unknown, in this concubine's heart, the Lord is the only husband of this lifetime..."
As Liu Siyao spoke, her voice gradually lowered like a wisp of smoke scattered by the night wind, yet carrying the purest chastity and dignity of a Chinese woman. She slowly moved her hands away from her chest, letting that pair of heavy snow-whites be completely exposed to Chuck's eyes. She tilted her waist forward slightly, handing over her softiest, most secret part completely to Chuck.
Seeing this, Chuck's heart felt increasingly shocked and increasingly burning.
Despite using her body as a chip to trade for a wooden boat to leave the island and return to the Tang, Liu Siyao did not regard this as a simple transaction. Instead, in the most solemn and desolate manner, she handed over her lifelong innocence entirely to him, her "Lord."
The Three Obediences and Four Virtues, fidelity to one man for life—these traditional virtues that had endured for thousands of years, though long forgotten by women in modern society, were simply a matter of course for Liu Siyao.
Setting down those warm feet, he pulled the white silk underpants slowly down. The last thin fabric slid down her plump, round snowy buttocks, and the already moist hidden valley opened unreservedly to him.
The blood rushed to Chuck's head as he finally mounted his horse with his spear ready.
Accompanied by a poignant and moving moan, a familiar light screen prompt surfaced before him.
[Prompt: Detected that you have become companions with a member of the opposite sex. Detecting...]
[Name: Liu Siyao]
[Age: 31]
[Various Conditions: Appearance Score 8.5, Measurements 105/64/100, Romantic Experience 0]
[Comprehensive Evaluation: 8.8!]
[Regrettably, this companion does not meet the standard!]
[Current Pending Follower: Liu Siyao]
Her snowy-white body arched suddenly, her nails clutching Chuck's back tightly. Two lines of clear tears slid from the corners of her eyes, yet Liu Siyao kept her lower lip bitten tight, not letting out any more cries.
Chuck's movements were extremely slow. Since Momo, he had never been so cautious. Even though his partner was a mature woman in her early thirties, for some reason, he couldn't hide the pity in his heart.
"My Lord..."
Black hair stuck messily to Liu Siyao's sweat-drenched cheeks, her almond eyes filled with a hazy watery light. She slowly raised her arms, circling Chuck's neck, her long legs wrapping around his waist, her toes gently gripping his back.
Gradually accelerating movements, and intermittent whimpers mixed with melodious delicate moans.
Like a sudden rain in early spring.
Finally, amidst a low pant, Chuck slammed his waist down. The dragon head pressed against her tenderest depth. Liu Siyao's soft, fleshy female body gave a sudden jolt, tears shimmering in her almond eyes as she let that warm current blossom within her.
They just held each other like that, exhaustion and sleepiness spreading through their bodies. Outside, the storm in the night continued, and neither spoke again.
And so, they slept peacefully through the night.
Towards Liu Siyao, Chuck originally had no real feelings, but after a night of bodily fusion and her unexpected promise of loyalty, his views and emotions regarding this female merchant from a feudal society underwent a massive change in a short time.
It also made Chuck feel a fucking "sense of helplessness" for the first time.
In the afternoon of the next day, the storm that had lasted for three days finally ceased.
Chuck prepared enough food and water for one person for a week, a stone stove he synthesized himself, a small amount of high-quality hardwood firewood, a blanket, and a metal short knife, placing them all on the three-meter-long wooden boat.
Then, without the knowledge of the women in the house, he sent Liu Siyao off on the boat alone.
"Take care, My Lord."
Upon her departure, Liu Siyao showed no reluctance or sentimentality. She just gazed at him silently for a long time with her moving eyes, as if trying to brand his face into the depths of her mind. Finally, leaving these four short words, she turned and stepped onto the boat.
The oars slid through the waves as the wooden boat slowly left the shore. That plump cyan figure, with her back to Chuck, grew smaller in the sea breeze, eventually disappearing into the vast horizon.
Chuck stood on the shore and let out a long sigh.
On this deserted island, his workbench cheat could produce most things he needed, but there was one thing he was helpless against.
"I really want a cigarette right now..."
...
Chuck wasn't one to indulge in low moods, but in life, one inevitably has "emo" moments, and survival on a deserted island required constant tension.
So under these circumstances, Chuck's only choice was to numb his brain with other matters—
Fucking.
The wooden bed in the bedroom creaked and swayed. One pair of jade feet after another were hoisted onto Chuck's shoulders, fucked until they twitched and spasmed. Water stains and milk soaked the bedboards, trickling slowly onto the floor along the blankets.
That night, not just the harem at home, but even the island north women in the artificial cave were all fucked by Chuck. It wasn't until Emi's screams echoed through the cave ceiling that Wang Xinrui, curled up in her bed, could only wrap her quilt tighter while shivering.
Chuck exhaled a breath of turbid air and, with swaying steps, walked out of the cave completely naked. He sat on the bench outside the residence in the post-rain night wind, comfortably tilting his head back, enjoying the coolness as the sweat on his body dried.
And right then, a dry linen towel was slowly handed to him by a pair of hands.
"Master... wipe your body, be careful not to catch a cold."
Chuck didn't look back, just nodded calmly, wiped the sweat from his neck and the stickiness from between his legs, then casually tossed it back toward the source of the voice, narrowing his eyes slightly.
"By the way, you jumped into the sea to commit suicide once, didn't you?"
Hearing this, the housemaid Tang Yumo was first stunned, then gave a cramped "Mmh." Her expression was somewhat awkward; after all, it was a shameful experience she didn't want to look back on.
"Now, have you recalled how you drifted with the current all the way from that shallow beach in the west to the beach in the north?"
Hearing this, Tang Yumo was stunned. She lowered her head with difficulty and recalled painstakingly, then answered in an uncertain tone:
"I only remember... when the seawater submerged me, it felt like my body was being supported by something, as if suspended in mid-air. It didn't feel painful, not like the feeling of drowning described online..."
"...Supported by something?"
Chuck frowned, carefully weighing the adjectives Tang Yumo used. He had a slight, uncertain guess, but ultimately shook his head, clearing the chaotic thoughts from his mind.
Since it was in the past, let it stay there. Setting unrealistic expectations in his heart would be of no benefit to the series of life-and-death battles he was about to face.
He still had things to do, after all.
"Go back. I'm going to sleep. Thank you for your hard work."
Chuck stood up, brushed the dust off his butt, left those words without looking back, and turned toward the residence where the firelight flickered.
Watching his back, Tang Yumo held the linen towel stained with various fluids, her face gradually revealing a trace of a complex expression.
...
Although Chuck didn't have unrealistic expectations about the past, it didn't mean he wouldn't be happy when a surprise appeared.
Late the next morning, shortly after the countdown changed to 52, Kaoru, who was supposed to be fishing by the sea, ran back in a panic. Breathless and her face flushed red, she told Chuck, who was chopping wood behind the house, a piece of news that made his eyes widen instantly.
Five minutes later, Chuck, having sprinted at full speed to the southern beach, carried Liu Siyao—who had drifted ashore with the waves—all the way back to his deserted island residence.
Seeing the woman he thought he'd never see again reappear before him, Chuck was naturally ecstatic, but he also confirmed a certain fact.
—This sea surrounding the entire deserted island was both a gentle sea that would never let them drown and a cage that would never let anyone escape.
He watched as Liu Siyao's pale face gradually returned to normal and her condition stabilized under the flustered, busy care of the women in the house.
After Chuck's mood calmed down, it gradually became complex.
A sea where people can't drown...
For a moment, Chuck didn't know whether to feel excited or creeped out.