An hour and a half ago, early morning.
After breakfast, under the stone slope, inside the livestock shed.
"Oh, yes!"
Her loose sweatpants were pulled down to her knees, upper body completely naked. The mature, red-haired mare Janet, with her voluptuous, snowy back exposed, leaned over the edge of the pen, a pitchfork by her feet.
Her knuckles were white from gripping, her fleshy, mature body rocking rapidly back and forth under the impact of a tall figure.
Slap-slap-slap...
Her massive breasts, sagging heavily like water balloons, swung wildly. Droplets of white milk wet the hay on the ground. The goats in the shed watched with bewildered horizontal pupils, seemingly confused about why these two-legged beasts were making such a racket during training.
"Came here to ask you something, but you made me suck your tits after two sentences, and started sucking me off after two puffs. What a slutty mature sow."
Chuck slapped Janet's fat ass while thrusting, making her clench instantly, her moan louder.
"HOOOO OHHHH! LOVE IT! I LOVE IT SO MUCH!!"
"Love? Love what?"
Smack!
Another slap on her other rippling white buttock.
"Big cock! I love Baby's big cock!"
Janet stuck her mature ass high, eyes glazed, drooling, moaning in response.
Hearing her answer, Chuck nodded, thrusting deep to the hilt.
"Should have said so earlier."
"MMPH OHHH OHHHH!—"
Wearing sneakers, her calves twitched and hooked up. A splash of fluids mixed with white thickness sprayed onto the ground.
Her warm, mature depths wrapped him tightly and tenderly. As she climaxed, spasms squeezed him, and the mature gate at the bottom acted like a flexible mouth, welcoming his release as if to suck him dry.
Feeling the mature mare's embrace, Chuck grabbed her red hair like reins, pulling hard while pouring his load inside.
Ensuring every drop was injected, Chuck didn't withdraw immediately. He leaned down, placing a hand on Janet's trembling lower abdomen, feeling the slight bulge and the fullness sloshing inside. He chuckled.
"Holds so much?"
Hearing this, Janet's legs gave way. She collapsed to the ground as Chuck withdrew with a pop.
Her voluptuous, snowy body landed with a thud. Hands weak on the hay, she swayed and panted. Her pants at her knees were soaked. Her swollen garden, unplugged, leaked more thick fluid with squelching sounds.
"Wait here. I'll be right back."
Seeing the dazed mature mare on the ground, Chuck pulled up his pants, patted her back with a smile, and walked out of the shed.
...
Back to the present.
"I don't get it."
Walking single file in the jungle, Valentina looked back at Chuck, confused after hearing his story.
"She was just screaming while you fucked her. How did you deduce she wanted you to catch chickens?"
"Didn't you hear me? She said she loves big cocks! Cocks!"
Chuck raised his arm, mimicking a rooster's comb.
Valentina rolled her eyes, speechless, then sighed.
"If I knew you could be this retarded sometimes, I'd rather die than let you fuck me."
"Too late. You can't live without my big cock now, can you?"
Chuck raised an eyebrow, stopped joking, and explained seriously.
"Before leaving that day, I saw water buffalo, deer, pheasants, and boars by the lake. But it's far from home. If we want live capture, starting small is best."
Chuck pointed to the basket on his back.
"One in each hand, one in the basket. That's six chickens. Let Janet arrange it, and maybe we'll have fresh eggs in a few days."
Hearing this, Valentina's cold face lit up.
She loved eggs—high protein, healthy, cheap, and tasty. Back in the army, her fridge was always full of them. She actually missed them.
Thinking this, the silver-haired woman got excited, eyes burning with motivation.
"Alright, let's catch those chickens hard!"
"Uh..."
Chuck didn't respond, hesitating to comment.
...
Though small, pheasants were harder to catch than goats. In a way, trickier.
Chuck brought tranquilizer darts, small improvised arrows, and a simple wooden bow—restrung with tendons salvaged from the destroyed ballista.
Pheasants could fly, were agile and alert. Catching them alive increased the difficulty.
But good news: Chuck wasn't alone. Cooperation changed everything.
They stepped out of the jungle onto the plains. Breeze, sunshine.
Chuck took out the tools, turning to Valentina.
"Bow or darts?"
"Give me the bow."
Chuck nodded.
Bows required training, unlike ballistae. Valentina had military and survival experience; she knew how to handle a bow.
Crossing the plains, they stopped near the lake.
Ahead, a flock of pheasants paced leisurely, clucking occasionally.
They exchanged glances. Chuck whispered.
"Remember, avoid vitals. Let the tranquilizer work. We're here to catch, not hunt."
Pheasants flew low and short. Pincer movement was viable, depending on coordination.
Valentina switched to reliable warrior mode, nodding.
"Got it."
They split up according to plan.
...
Catching pheasants went smoother than expected.
Killing the tiger boosted their stats. Both Chuck and Valentina's abilities, including accuracy, improved comprehensively.
The pheasant flock was larger than the goat herd—over thirty birds. Chuck and Valentina flanked them, scaring them back and forth but keeping them contained.
Two hours later, they each tranquilized and tied up three pheasants: two roosters, four hens.
Valentina accidentally shot a hen through the neck, so they also had a dead chicken for Yitong to stew tonight.
Not perfect, but goal achieved. Chuck left the six live chickens with Valentina and explored the lake surroundings.
The west coast was far—1.5 hours round trip. Since he was here, he had to maximize the trip.
Following Master Botanist's perception, Chuck explored along the lake.
Open plains meant high visibility and efficiency. With no dangerous animals left, he quickly surveyed the entire lake area.
He found new herbs and confirmed the animal populations.
Besides pheasants, deer, and scattered buffalo, a small group of boars lived in the shrubbery near the alluvial plain.
They looked like the same breed as the one from the southern beach jungle, but smaller and fewer. A pair might suffice for breeding later.
Anyway, pigs weren't the target today.
The most important discovery was several new crops found via perception.
Wild cattails, wild lotus roots, and most surprisingly...
Wild Rice!
In the muddy shallows, tall, thin plants with green spikes spread out neatly.
Realizing it was rice, Chuck was ecstatic. He rushed over to examine them closely.
Grains hung on thin branches, some missing—likely eaten by birds. Being eaten by birds proved it was indeed wild rice!
From sago to taro and sweet potatoes, finally, Chuck found a true "staple food" on this island...
Rice!
Though wild rice differed from cultivated rice, selective breeding with Julia's bonus could improve it.
All it took was time.
And Chuck had plenty.
Picking a few green grains, he examined them with emotion.
Given time, Julia could cultivate real rice. Plus, with the lake occupied, he could add livestock to Janet's shed—goats, chickens, later pigs. Plus Kaoru's fish and Momo's gathered fruits/vegetables...
Staple, meat, seafood, vegetables.
Food supply issues were about to be solved completely!
From now on, Chuck could stop worrying about food, lifting the biggest burden from his shoulders!
As excitement faded, he searched the ground and found several young seedlings not yet heading.
Lacking a shovel, he dug with his hands, ignoring the dirt.
Ten minutes later, five seedlings with roots and soil were carefully stored in his inventory.
Though more were available, these were enough. With Julia's bonus, they would multiply rapidly. The key was planting.
Rice needs water. But surviving here meant they could handle the island's storms.
He'd discuss transplanting with Julia later.
Wild cattails and lotus roots weren't worth transplanting now. Useful but not urgent, and lotus was hard to move. He gathered some and left the rest.
Conquering the lake plains yielded chickens and wild rice seedlings—vital resources.
In time, household meals would reach a new level!
This territory, won through life-and-death struggle against the tiger, didn't disappoint.
Before leaving, Chuck gathered rice grains. Meeting Valentina, they fed the dispirited chickens to ensure they survived the trip home.
He looked around the lake one last time, glancing at the nearby alluvial plain.
No more "BOSSes" here likely, but exploration wasn't complete.
Rome wasn't built in a day. The days were long.
One day, he would walk every inch of this island.