Looking at the light screen before him, Chuck nodded thoughtfully.
The original dimensions of the furnace had been further widened, making the internal space larger. The entire structure was comprehensively reinforced with stone bricks and concrete, appearing flat and solid. A delicately crafted bellows was also added to the side of the furnace. Combined with the newly installed metal flue and quartz crucible, one could feel the qualitative change in its functionality just by looking at it.
The forging table, which Chuck had originally built next to the furnace, was now directly judged by the cheat as an integrated facility, adding a subtle sense of wondrous fusion.
Initially, Chuck planned to upgrade the forging furnace simply because the advanced furnace lacked space. Now, with the completion of the blacksmith shop, he had probably reached the pinnacle of forging technology on this deserted island.
Unexpectedly, following his deserted island residence, this equally important forging facility also unlocked the DIY blueprint function.
He originally thought the DIY function would only unlock for the residence. But looking at it now, probably all facilities upgraded to their highest-level blueprints would use this DIY blueprint format as their final form.
Thinking about it now, it made sense.
After all, no matter how powerful Chuck's cheat was, it ultimately couldn't compare to modern assembly lines.
Mastering the skills of steelmaking and blacksmithing, living in a two- or three-story small deserted island villa, leading a life without worrying about food, drink, or pussy—even the life of an immortal is nothing more than this. Chuck was quite content.
Looking at the brand-new "Blacksmith Shop" before him, Chuck raised his hand and stroked his chin.
Since the forging issue was settled, there was no need to dwell on what to do next.
First, forge a long, thick steel barbell bar, preferably weighing around one hundred kilograms. The thicker and sturdier the better, as long as it could be gripped with one hand. Subsequently, he only needed to make barbell plates using high-strength stone like quartz. Then, figure out a way to embed and install two metal grips on the hard black wall deep inside the artificial cave...
This way, the basic conditions for working out would be met. Next, he could simultaneously work out and begin mass-casting and forging the steel beams needed for the residence upgrade blueprint, patiently waiting for the storm to arrive.
This was Chuck's preliminary idea.
However, as had always been the case, although Chuck had his own opinions on many matters, he was also often enlightened by a casual remark from the women in the house.
"Baba... why do you have to make workout equipment?"
During lunchtime, just after Chuck casually mentioned his idea to Valentina and Janet, who also had fitness needs, Momo, who was swinging her small feet and quietly eating a sweet potato nearby, suddenly spoke up, asking Chuck a soul-searching question with her big, puzzled eyes.
"Uh..."
Chuck was momentarily stumped by the question, but after thinking about it, he answered, "Because it's more efficient? After all, I can't use people as weights every time I work out from now on, that's still somewhat dangerous."
"No, I mean to ask, why do you have to work out?"
This statement made Chuck even more confused.
"Of course it's to become stronger. Momo, what exactly are you trying to say?"
"Momo, although your baba is very formidable, his head can be a bit slow sometimes. So if you have any ideas, try to explain them as clearly as possible."
Yitong, sitting beside Chuck, looked at her daughter on the other side. A charming smile full of alluring grace appeared on her beautiful face, but her tone carried a teasing intent never seen before.
With days and nights of getting along, Yitong had gradually broken free from the constraint and fear she had when she first faced Chuck, only knowing how to switch between the states of a bitch and a good wife and loving mother. When it was time to obey and act like a bitch, she still wouldn't be ambiguous, but in daily interactions, she had become increasingly relaxed.
As she finished speaking, the corners of Chuck's eyes twitched. Naturally, he unceremoniously reached out his large hand and grabbed one of her fat breasts, kneading it forcefully as if to punish her amidst the mature mother's instantly rapid breathing and completely red cheeks, while his gaze returned to Momo.
The little one nodded, thought for a moment, and then concisely stated her idea.
"What I mean is... baba, when you normally chop trees and split wood with an axe, or mine rocks with a pickaxe, aren't you also exercising? Instead of specifically making equipment for working out, why not make a super-sized axe and a super-sized pickaxe? This way, you can both work out your body and not let it affect your work."
Momo said this while eating a sweet potato, her small feet swinging back and forth under the table, completely ignoring the scene of Chuck kneading her mom's breast. Who knows if she didn't see it, or had completely gotten used to it.
Hearing this, Chuck was stunned, then frowned and lowered his head in thought.
Although Momo's statement wasn't entirely correct—after all, working out and doing chores aren't the same thing, and tasks like chopping trees and mining only cover partial muscle groups—the line of thought was indeed worth borrowing...
All along, when Chuck did these physical tasks, he completely treated them as work. So he didn't actually pay much attention to the tools that felt increasingly light in his hands. Now it seemed he had wasted some opportunities to improve his physical attributes.
Increasing the size and weight of gathering tools couldn't completely replace working out, but at least it could give the originally dull and boring gathering work more meaning. Similarly, heavier tools also meant higher gathering efficiency. This was a very simple logic.
"Momo is smart."
Chuck dotingly rubbed his little think tank's head. He basically had a clear plan for what to do next in his heart.
...
Thus, time passed.
Just like the pattern Chuck had summarized in the past, the duration of extreme weather on the deserted island was slowly increasing, and similarly, the intervals between their occurrences were getting longer.
And this time, the storm Chuck was anticipating actually came a full five days after the previous extreme heat. And it had been nearly two weeks since the last storm, which was the night Chuck stayed over in the cave north of the island.
But what was meant to come would eventually come.
In the evening, Chuck, who had eaten dinner, was the first to take a shower at the water tower. With a slightly damp linen towel draped over his neck, he looked up at the increasingly dim night sky, and the sunset glow in the distance gradually being covered by pitch-black clouds.
The storm was brewing. By tonight at the latest, the storm would inevitably descend, and then it would last for more than two days.
Chuck didn't like to procrastinate, so he arranged his action time for tomorrow afternoon, when the rain would be at its heaviest, and also when he was in his best condition of the day.
Thinking of this, his eyes narrowed slightly, and his fists clenched accordingly, but a strange smile curled up at the corners of his lips.
Realizing that he was about to face extreme danger once again, the adrenaline levels in his body instinctively rose, followed by a high-spirited emotion that Chuck found almost intoxicating.
He had heard in the past that soldiers who repeatedly experienced life and death on the battlefield, especially veterans who had been through intense, repeated life-and-death combat, would become addicted to that extreme excitement between life and death.
This is also why in many film and television works, villains who commit extreme acts are given lines like "Only this way can I feel the meaning of being 'alive'." In reality, it's nothing more than the fleeting pleasure brought by the massive secretion of adrenaline and dopamine in a short period of time.
Chuck had previously noticed that not only did he not feel fear in life-and-death combat, but he actually felt excited. He had specifically discussed this matter with Valentina, who had a lot of say in it. The conclusion they finally reached was that both of them had a similar tendency toward "adrenaline" addiction.
To be honest, this wasn't actually something to be glad about; instead, it required special attention.
After all, sometimes fear isn't actually a weakness, but an advantage that allows creatures to survive long-term.
And from Valentina's mouth, Chuck also learned that in armies that truly participate in wars, there are inherently many soldiers with symptoms of "combat addiction." On the battlefield, they are incredibly brave and never retreat, but after retiring and returning to an ordinary life, they gradually suffer from depression.
This combat addiction, superimposed on symptoms like PTSD, ultimately forms a torturous contradictory psychology: the patient is plagued by nightmares while simultaneously feeling disappointed with the ordinary reality because they miss the feeling of being between life and death. This ultimately evolves into severe depression and even suicidal behavior.
Chuck absolutely did not want to go down this path of no return.
So, facing the increasingly cold and damp night breeze, feeling the dampness gradually permeating the air, Chuck opened his arms, rolled his neck, and took a few deep breaths, calming down the excited emotion and accelerated heartbeat.
Then he turned around, looking at his deserted island residence flickering with bright firelight, listening to the women's laughter occasionally ringing out from inside, and the crotch of his slightly damp pants was slowly pushed up.
Chuck smiled and walked unhurriedly towards the house.
Taking a life is a helpless act of survival of the fittest, while creating life is the instinct of all creatures. Compared to the pleasure of fighting between life and death, Chuck still preferred the pleasure of making love in bed.
...
Night fell.
The storm beat wildly against the roof of the deserted island stone house, thunder rolling. The firelight from the living room fireplace shone through the half-open door, flickering out ambiguous and scorching light and shadows in the dim bedroom.
On the eve of the grand battle, according to Chuck's routine, naturally, he had to go crazy for a bit.
Having finished washing up, Chuck didn't start fucking one of the harem members first like in the past few days. Instead, according to what he had previously agreed upon with the women, he waited patiently for everyone to finish their bedtime preparations.
On the circular large bed in the center of the bedroom, Chuck kept his eyes tightly closed, sitting there motionless with his legs crossed. His bare upper body possessed both beauty and power under the firelight. That thick, giant dragon, already fully erect, pointed straight at the ceiling, exuding a strong male aura.
A faint sound of footsteps came from outside the room, followed by the appearance of Yitong's plump and charming figure. Her slightly damp black hair draped over her shoulders, her beautiful face bearing a blush unique to having just bathed. Swaying her fat body, she stepped into the room.
And upon seeing the scene on the bed, her already flushed cheeks became completely glazed. So she bit her red lip and climbed onto the large bed slightly hurriedly. Reaching back, she took off the tight silk short robe on her body. A pair of snowy white fat breasts swung out, creating a wave of dazzling flesh while...
That fat, mature female sweet ass also filled the last vacant spot around Chuck.
Right at this moment, Chuck finally opened his eyes. Following that, looking at the scene before him that could be called the ultimate spectacle in the world, his breathing also instantly grew rapid.
The Gu family mother and daughter, the western mare aunt and niece, the high school duo, the white-haired female warrior, and the top-tier ex-girlfriend.
Eight females of different nationalities, ages, and temperaments, yet all worthy of being called the world's finest, were now posing in the exact same humiliating posture—buttocks raised high, ass facing Chuck, lying prone on the bedboard, encircling Chuck in the middle!
Eight pairs of sweet asses, big or small, but all perky and plump, were raised high. Eight secret places, either fleshy or smooth, unreservedly faced him. Gleaming with a moist luster under the firelight, opening and closing slightly with their breathing, like eight delicate flowers waiting for him to pick at will, exuding a sweet, warm, musky scent unique to females, rich and sticky, surrounding Chuck with no blind spots.
Eight pairs of beautiful feet and jade feet were also facing him. Some nervously tensed their arches, toes lightly tapping the bedboard; some deliberately hooked their pink legs, jade feet swaying up and down, toes occasionally spreading to seduce and tempt; some trembled slightly, fine sweat faintly seeping from their soles, or tapped back and forth uneasily; or curled into a ball, toes trembling in nervousness, arches taut...
An astonishing "Female Ass Encirclement"!
Chuck looked around, the corners of his mouth curling into a satisfied arc.
Making the large bed in the bedroom circular in the first place was simply the most correct choice ever.
Due to the varying heights and body types of the women in the house, they couldn't form a perfect circle, which instead created a staggered aesthetic.
Julia's perfectly round, tender buttocks were raised high, the pinkish-white ass showing a tempting blush, the area between her legs already a muddy swamp; Janet's explosively full, snowy-white massive buttocks were offered softly backward, open like two overripe peaches; Yitong lay low gently, her plump, round mature buttocks carrying a hint of shyness, her dense mature female depths equally wet and shiny; Kaede's wheat-colored, firm fleshy buttocks and Kaoru's white, tender, youthful perky buttocks were also raised left and right...
The female asses, each with their own charm, trembled slightly under the fireplace light. The female fragrance surrounding him grew increasingly intense, like a circle of tempting fruits waiting to be picked.
The women, who would inevitably chatter when gathered together in the past, were all tacitly silent at this moment. But the flames in their hearts had long burned to the peak. Only that atmosphere of desire, intense to the extreme, remained in the air.
Chuck took a deep breath, a slightly eerie smile appearing on his face. He picked up a large bottle of pre-prepared Nettle Potion ointment from beside him, smeared it on his fingertips, and amidst soft hums and bashfulness, applied it inside all the women around him.
The reason he didn't apply it to himself this time was that he needed to ensure all the women in the house received the potion's buff. As for himself, in the time to come, he probably wouldn't have the spare capacity to replenish it for himself...
Tossing the empty glass bottle in his hand under the bed, Chuck pulled out a piece of soft silk fabric from beneath him, raised his hand to blindfold his eyes, and finally spoke in a low voice:
"Special limited-time event, Blindfold Great Escape Fuck, officially begins!"
As his words fell, the women simultaneously let out suppressed yet expectant charming tremors.
Eight pairs of beautifully curved buttocks swayed gently in the firelight, and the pairs of jade feet also curled and tensed up, as if silently inviting him to start this extremely wanton sex party game...
Chuck didn't hesitate anymore. Even with his vision blocked, his legs moved accordingly, and his whole person, maintaining a kneeling posture, began to spin in the middle of the large bed.
That high-spirited, straight giant dragon instantly resembled the hand of a clock, drawing an elegant arc in a clockwise direction in the air as Chuck spun.
The fiery, giant tip of the hand occasionally brushed past the raised buttocks of the women, bringing about charming hums that sounded clockwise around him.
The first spin was brief. Chuck spun for barely ten seconds before suddenly stopping. Then he reached his hands forward, grabbed the female ass right in front of him, and without warning or ceremony, thrust his waist fiercely forward!
Squelch—
That scalding, high-spirited giant dragon unceremoniously penetrated the body lying prone in front of Chuck right now.
"...Mmh mmh nn!!!"
An extremely short, muffled grunt immediately rang out, followed by an extremely sensitive yet powerful envelopment and squeezing, accompanied by familiar, suppressed breathing.
This small fry mango, who was both sensitive yet liked to show off and full of strength—even without hearing her voice, Chuck could determine who it was.
So the curve of Chuck's lips became even more distinct. His hands fiercely locked onto Valentina's firm, powerful waist, and he began a continuous one-minute uninterrupted pile-driving.
Slap-slap-slap-slap!
Every thrust drove straight into the deepest part, so much so that Valentina only managed to hold on for a few seconds before completely conceding defeat. Her constitution, with a lower body sensitive as a small fry, instantly turned her suppressed breathing into piercing and pleasurable screams. As Chuck's impacts grew increasingly ruthless, within half a minute her lower body burst out a large amount of transparent juices. Finally, unable to even last until the minute ended, she crawled forward in violent convulsions, her sturdy legs pressed tightly together, rolling her eyes and spasming fiercely.
Without a moment of regret for the small fry Valentina's elimination, Chuck didn't pause at all. The dragon hand, covered in small fry juices, continued to spin clockwise.
Fifteen seconds later, the spinning stopped.
Chuck reached his hands forward, once again grabbed a pair of warm, soft female asses, and thrust in fiercely!
The second one to arrive at the battlefield is—
"Ah—Baby!! It's too big oh oh hoo hoo—"
Janet's mature and passionate hoarse cry rang out immediately. Her explosively full, snowy-white massive buttocks swayed violently under the impacts of Chuck's waist and hips, the fat buttocks trembling violently. Although her cries were intense, her plump waist proactively moved backward, actually enthusiastically matching Chuck's every impact.
Chuck gave a low chuckle, realizing it was the most durable opponent in the house. Naturally, he wouldn't hold back in the slightest. His hands firmly gripped her soft, fleshy waist, and he began to fiercely impact with the most satisfying force and speed.
"Slap-slap-slap-slap-slap!"
Janet's wanton cries grew increasingly high-pitched, and the crisp impacts mixed with the sound of water became more frequent. One minute later, her whole body suddenly tensed, her azure eyes rolled back, her massive buttocks convulsed violently, and a burst of scalding heat shot out from between her legs. Her whole person then lazily slumped forward. Though not defeated, she remained intoxicated in that wave-like afterglow for a long time.
Chuck withdrew, continued spinning, and then thrust in for the third time—
"Oh yes! Darling! Fuck me!!"
The physical compatibility with Julia remained ultimate, so much so that the instant Chuck entered, he was stimulated by the inner walls wrapping around like tentacles, almost releasing. But against Julia, this old opponent, Chuck naturally had to pile-drive with all his might to show respect.
It was still a storm-like impact, every strike heavy and precise, driving straight into the jade gate at the deepest part, even almost breaking through that "rubber band" that had gradually adapted to Chuck's size. Julia's long, snowy-white beautiful legs tensed and trembled, her pink, tender jade feet spreading their five toes wide during overlapping and kicking, her snowy-white jade rabbits deformed like marshmallows pressed against the bedboard.
"Darling! Oh Darling! Fuck me harder!!"
Julia's azure eyes were glazed, her red lips wide open, still the classic English profanity mixed with Chinese wanton cries, the voice sweet and slutty. Her long body instinctively moved backward to match, her depths, naturally compatible with Chuck, gripping the giant dragon tightly like suction cups, attempting to squeeze dry and disarm Chuck, who was already nearing the edge...
Chuck's scalp instantly went numb. With a low roar, his hands firmly pinched her two jelly-like tender buttocks, without a shred of pity, directly giving a heavy thrust, unceremoniously stuffing the dragon head into the old opponent's palace. Amidst Julia's entire body tensing up and blonde hair whipping around while letting out high-pitched screams bordering on crying, he satisfyingly released the first shot of energy.
Blonde hair scattered in the air, jade legs spasming while crossed. The scalding, transparent juices instantly soaked Chuck's lower abdomen. The blonde mare, having her palace filled once again, lunged forward entirely, her blue eyes rolling back, actually passing out directly.
Chuck raised a hand and wiped the sweat from his chin. Still without a moment's pause, he continued spinning.
Spinning and pounding in randomly time and time again, each time judging identity purely through sound and touch, then fiercely pile-driving for a full minute. The blocked vision was exchanged for sharper touch, smell, and hearing. The charming moans in the bedroom grew increasingly broken, the impact sounds more viscous.
Yitong, Kaede, Momo, Kaoru, Jiang Qi...
One after another, the harem members screamed and fell amidst crazy climaxing. During this, Julia and Yitong each woke up once, only to be ruthlessly fucked unconscious by Chuck again.
Until finally, on the circular large bed in the entire bedroom, besides Chuck, who was soaked in sweat, only one figure remained—
Chuck raised his hand and slowly took off the silk blindfold over his eyes.
He saw that the women who originally formed a circle had all gone limp and sprawled out messily around him, while that swaying, plump figure in front of him still stubbornly stuck her big ass up.
It really was Janet.
She had been pile-driven by Chuck three times consecutively, yet she still maintained the same kneeling posture as at the beginning. Her fat, beautiful massive buttocks were raised high amidst trembling, but her voice was hoarse and glazed:
"Baby... Mommy... can... can still take it..."
Obviously, she was also on the verge of fainting.
Looking at this respectable mature mare before him, a trace of appreciation flashed in Chuck's eyes.
"It's truly a delight, Janet. From today onwards, I, Chuck, am willing to call you the strongest woman in the family."
"Hehe... that's really... wonderful~"
Hearing this, Janet let out a lazy, charming laugh. Her plump figure twisted slightly as she actually reached her snowy-white hands behind her back, pressing one on each side against those mature female butterfly wings that were covered in water stains and foam, red and swollen, and even oozing Chuck's thick fluid from time to time while twitching...
And slowly pulled them apart right before Chuck's eyes.
"Then next... let's close out... tonight together..."