"Aimed?"
"Shh, be quiet."
On the southern beach, in the abandoned cave they initially settled in, Chuck casually tossed away an uncleaned, blackened coconut shell in the corner. He looked at Valentina, who was resting on one knee, holding up the sniper crossbow with both hands, aiming at a freshly picked coconut on the beach.
This coconut thing, ever since Chuck relied on it to survive for a period when he first landed on the island over half a year ago, he basically hadn't touched it again due to physiological resistance after supplies became abundant. Many of the women in the house also went through the same, so the coconuts in the nearby jungle grew more and more, and basically no one would go pick them.
The bright green coconut currently placed on the beach was just casually picked by Chuck from a nearby tree.
He didn't name this coconut, but simply carved a cross on it with a knife for Valentina to aim at with her bow. Then he placed it on a half-meter-high wooden stump on the beach about a hundred meters away from the cave, planning to let Valentina shoot through it.
It's just that there was a small problem now.
When Valentina knelt on one knee, holding her breath and aiming like a true sniper, her entire person exuding a chilling aura...
Chuck's gaze, however, was attracted by the perfectly round buttocks beneath her black shorts.
Her silver short hair was blown slightly messy by the sea wind. Her firm abdominal muscles were faintly taut beneath the tight tank top. Her entire person exuded a cold and focused murderous aura, but the flesh beneath the tank top and shorts exuded an attractiveness belonging to a female.
Chuck felt his lower abdomen gradually heat up. He involuntarily recalled a short video he had scrolled past on the internet before—a hot-figured female sniper lying prone on sandbags, wearing various professional gear and using a Barrett for outdoor shooting. Every time the muffled sound of a bullet firing rang out, the recoil would cause her perfectly round, plump, and beautiful buttocks to ripple with intense waves.
Firearms equipment and shooting sounds represent violence and slaughter, while plump, beautiful fleshy buttocks represent female charm and reproduction. The intense contrast brought by the harmonious coexistence of the two left a deep impression on Chuck to this day.
Although the sniper crossbow he made didn't have any recoil, Valentina's sharp aura while holding the sniper crossbow and concentrating on aiming, as well as her full, firm female buttocks, still brought Chuck the same feeling.
His lower abdomen grew increasingly scalding, and his crotch gradually pitched a noticeable tent.
Chuck stroked his chin. Seeing that she hadn't made any movement for a long time, he slowly walked to Valentina's side, bent down, and patted her tense shoulder.
"After all, any situation can be encountered in combat. If the kneeling position doesn't feel too good, you can also try lying prone to aim first. It might be more stable. After all, it's the first test shot."
Valentina, who was fully concentrated, frowned slightly upon hearing this, wanting to tell him to shut up. But on second thought, she felt this suggestion seemed to make some sense. Right now it was indeed hard to find the right feel. So without thinking much, she cleanly and neatly switched to a prone posture holding the sniper crossbow in her hands. Her body was completely flat against the ground. Her perfectly round, firm buttocks stretched the black shorts even tighter, outlining those two tight buttock cheeks vividly and thoroughly.
She concentrated on adjusting her breathing, her eye locked tightly onto the coconut in the distance through the scope. Her hands held the sniper crossbow up again, and her already sharp gaze became even sharper.
Chuck's suggestion was indeed effective. Originally, she just thought that in combat, she would highly likely be crouching on treetops for long-range attacks. So she asked Chuck to choose such a commanding terrain to facilitate her practice. But for the first test shot, finding the right feel first was ultimately more important. And aiming while prone could resolve shaking to the greatest extent and improve efficiency to the greatest extent.
That feeling of "aiming" gradually awakened from within her body forged on the battlefield, so much so that Valentina completely failed to notice Chuck's movements behind her.
Chuck held his breath, using body control capabilities that could be called ultimate to step silently, slowly arriving behind Valentina. Throughout the entire process, his gaze was like staring intently at prey, locked tightly onto those firm, fleshy buttocks sticking high up.
It wasn't until he arrived behind her that he undid his belt, slowly bent down, and then without the slightest hesitation, accurately and swiftly pulled down those tight black shorts in one motion. Her firm, perfectly round fleshy buttocks and clean, pink, tender lower body were instantly completely exposed!
The next second, the high-spirited giant dragon that had long been accumulating power, accompanied by a fierce forward thrust of his waist—
Squelch-pop!
Without any warning, the entire length sank into Valentina's body.
"Ho oh oh?!! Hey! Suka (Bitch)!!!"
The intense stimulation almost made the sniper crossbow in Valentina's hands fly out. Her green eyes instantly widened, her pupils rolling up, her buttock flesh instantly clamping tight. Her legs uncontrollably hooked backward. First came a female snorting slutty cry, and then it instantly switched to the Russian national curse word.
She viciously turned her head, her green eyes staring dead at Chuck, wishing she could immediately turn the sniper crossbow around and shoot a fierce arrow right into Chuck's face.
But Chuck began thrusting without any explanation. His waist slammed fiercely stroke by stroke, slamming with smack sounds, slamming her so hard that even though she was burning with anger, she couldn't help but let out unsuppressible whimpering groans from her throat.
Valentina gritted her silver teeth, put down the sniper crossbow in her hand, and tried to crawl up with her hands propping up on the ground. But immediately after, her entire body was fiercely pinned down by Chuck from behind. His sturdy chest pressed tightly against her back, his hands locking onto her waist like iron chains.
The massive difference in strength meant that even if she used all her strength, she simply couldn't move at all.
"Keep aiming, soldier."
Chuck's voice suddenly rang by her ear, carrying soft panting.
"You know better than me, a real battle won't let you aim in peace. All kinds of situations, all kinds of interferences can possibly appear... If you can manage to accurately aim and shoot the target while being fucked, only then can you be considered a true deserted island sniper."
Slap, slap, slap, slap.
After speaking, his waist thrusted even more fiercely.
As a sensitive small fry, although Valentina was already being fucked until her whole body trembled at this moment, the toes of her feet digging tightly into the soles of her boots, wishing she could completely throw away the crossbow before her and scream and shout heartily, Chuck's words once again stirred up the competitiveness in her heart.
Thus, amidst the entanglement of desire and obsession, this silver-haired female warrior, currently being ruthlessly pinned to the ground and inspected by Chuck, actually picked up the sniper crossbow in front of her once again as he requested.
With a click, a crossbow bolt was loaded.
Raised, aimed, pulled the trigger. The crossbow bolt flew out instantly. Accompanied by a thwack sound, under Chuck's astonished gaze and his abruptly stopped thrusting motion, it accurately shot clean through the coconut fifty meters away.
Clatter.
The sniper crossbow was weakly tossed aside by Valentina. She turned her head again, her cheeks flushed red as if drunk. Amidst her messy silver hair, the eyes she raised carried a bit of messy shame, and also a bit of provocation belonging to a warrior. Breathing raggedly, she spoke.
"Just confirming the feel... did you really think I couldn't aim?"
Chuck's giant dragon was still buried deep between her legs, but his expression was exceptionally surprised. He had thought Valentina was accurate, but he never expected her to be this accurate.
So he couldn't help but cough dryly twice: "Alright, then how's the feel? Do you think it still needs improvement?"
"Not bad, let's leave it like this for now."
Valentina responded plainly. Then, maintaining her prone and deeply penetrated posture just like this, she turned her head and quietly looked at Chuck. After a long while, she finally spoke again in羞恼 (shame and anger).
"Suka... what are you spacing out for?"
After speaking, Valentina proactively stuck out her buttocks. The giant dragon was instantly rubbed by the warm, soft folds inside, sending a jolt down Chuck's back. So he subconsciously looked down and made eye contact, unexpectedly seeing a trace of charm belonging to a female in those icy green eyes for the first time.
"You're clearly the one who started it yourself, keep fucking."
Chuck's Adam's apple bobbed, the fire of lust in his eyes instantly skyrocketing. He pressed close to Valentina's ear and responded with a hoarse voice: "Then it's my turn to aim next."
As his words fell, his waist and legs suddenly sank!
"Oh ho—!!!"
The thick, scalding giant dragon slammed ruthlessly against her palace gate. Valentina's body instantly arched backward, her green eyes rolling back violently, her tongue unconsciously sticking out. Her entire face was filled with female breakdown and wantonness, letting out a beast-like roar from her throat.
Without giving her any chance to catch her breath, Chuck's waist began a more ferocious pounding. Every strike was deep and heavy, slapping her plump, beautiful buttock flesh until it smacked loudly.
The water sounds grew increasingly sticky, and Valentina's cries also took on more and more of a woman's softness and wantonness, even carrying a hint of unprecedented sweetness.
"Oh... oh ah ah ang~!!!"
Suddenly, as if she finally couldn't hold it back, her hands suddenly propped against the ground. She forcefully turned her body sideways, forcibly turning around proactively under Chuck's oppression. Then, amidst the latter's puzzled gaze, she kicked away the shorts hanging on her knees. Next, she used those explosive fleshy legs to fiercely wrap around Chuck's waist. Her feet wearing military boots locked dead behind his lower back, heels clamping tight, as if trying to lock his entire person to death inside her body.
"Keep... going harder!"
Valentina panted, her voice carrying a strong contrast of charm and stubbornness. Then she actually proactively sat up, kissed Chuck's mouth fiercely, her wet, slippery tongue enthusiastically probing in, tangling frantically.
As a sensitive small fry, the number of times the silver-haired furry woman took the initiative was not many. But every time, it would make Chuck feel intense excitement. Thus, his body pressed down even more dominantly, and his motor-like waist grew increasingly crazy.
It was just that in the intervals of madness, his powerful perception also made Chuck realize that this unplanned intercourse between him and Valentina had also unknowingly welcomed an unplanned spectator.
...
Twenty minutes later.
Squelch... squelch...
Having vented his momentary impulse within the envelopment of pink, tender female flesh, slowly propping up the fair, neat abdominal muscles, Chuck finally withdrew. He picked up the shorts kicked into the corner by Valentina and put them back on for her.
Even though thick liquid was still slowly trickling out.
He took off his own short-sleeved shirt and draped it over the silver-haired furry woman who had already "fallen asleep." He picked up the sniper crossbow she dropped on the ground again, patted off the dust, scrutinized it carefully, nodded thoughtfully, and carefully put it away.
Although Valentina said it wasn't bad, after what just happened, Chuck found a place that could be improved.
Not improving the sniper crossbow itself, but adding an accessory to it—a bipod.
Just like the bipod on a sniper rifle, it could be detached at will, temporarily adjusted in height, and could provide stable and convenient support.
Of course, whether it was needed or not would have to wait until Valentina woke up to discuss.
Shirtless, Chuck jumped down onto the beach along the edge of the cave. First, he went all the way east to the dock, greeted Kaoru who was fishing on the bench, kneaded her buttocks, and then returned all the way back along the original path. Until reaching the open beach at the edge of the jungle, he patted the sand off his butt.
And sat down cross-legged beside Wang Xinrui, who was sitting hugging her knees.
"Got something you want to tell me?"
Ten minutes ago, when Wang Xinrui suddenly appeared and peeked around outside the cave, Chuck had easily spotted her.
Not working at this time, not helping in the kitchen, and not resting in her own bed, that meant she had something to say.
"It's just the two of us now, speak."
Chuck rolled his neck and directly leaned back, lying on the soft sandy beach. Looking at the sky as blue as if it were washed, he lazily narrowed his eyes.
Wang Xinrui, however, suddenly got up from the beach, slowly turned to face him, her hands at her sides tightly gripping the hem of her clothes. The two of them, one lazy and relaxed, the other nervous and cramped, looked like two completely unrelated people.
"Big Brother Chuck... I was thinking... could you give me a little more time, let me take it slow, would that be okay?"
"?"
What does that mean?
Chuck crossed his hands behind his head, casting a puzzled look at her.
"Take it slow? Do you feel the work right now is too tiring? In that case, why not go chat with Julia?"
"No... it's not work! Work isn't tiring, I can handle it!"
"Then you're not adapting to life?"
"I am adapting, I don't mean that either..."
Wang Xinrui hurriedly raised her hand and waved it. Her expression backlit by the sun grew increasingly conflicted, her pair of small ears red like two dumplings dipped in chili oil.
Chuck raised an eyebrow, suddenly understanding what she meant.
Just as he thought of this matter the past two days, Wang Xinrui herself was actually very nervous too. After all, one of the things that makes Chinese people feel the most nervous is "standing out from the crowd."
For example, waking up from a doze at the end of the second period in the morning, only to find the classroom completely empty with only yourself left; for example, on the first day reporting to a new company, finding that only you aren't wearing a uniform; or for example, when the residential community organizes nucleic acid testing, everyone in the queue has opened their health code in advance, and only you can't find the entrance after searching all over your phone.
For Wang Xinrui, it was that everyone else had been fucked by Chuck, yet she herself delayed proactively asking for it. Naturally, she would be afraid of being questioned whether her ideology was not in place and her awareness not high enough.
That's why she took the initiative to come find Chuck to confess her feelings like this.
"Want some time..."
Chuck propped his hands on the beach and slowly sat up.
Seeing this, Wang Xinrui subconsciously took half a step back, looking at him and nodding carefully.
"I... I don't dislike Big Brother Chuck, it's just... just thinking that if I could get to know you a bit more, when that time really comes... I would feel more comfortable in my heart..."
Hearing this, Chuck finally understood what she meant.
Simply put, she wanted him to give her a bit more time and opportunity to get more familiar with each other, raise the affection level first, and wait until the two had some emotional foundation before giving her body to him.
Although a bit inexplicable, regarding a simple young girl's reserve, Chuck actually had no reason not to cooperate.
"Okay, go at your own pace, I'm not in a rush for this kind of thing."
Hearing Chuck's response, a wave of joy couldn't help but surface on Wang Xinrui's face. Looking at Chuck, she nodded with emotion, and stopped disturbing him. Blushing with shame, she turned and left, a trace of warmth surfacing in her heart.