The foreign woman's sudden move caught Chuck off guard.
But he quickly extended his hands without reservation and cupped the full, rounded mounds before him.
Despite the layer of purple lace, the sensation was still springy and tender.
"Mmm…"
Sudden attack on her 'buns', Julia instinctively let out an alluring sound through her nose. Her sweet breath grew hotter.
Chuck could no longer resist. He lunged forward, intending to capture her luscious lips, but was suddenly restrained by a delicate fingertip pressed gently against his mouth.
Their bodies were practically pressed together. Their noses were barely half an inch apart. Chuck's hands cradled the foreign woman's breasts, and her finger rested on Chuck's lips.
"Hey, don't be so hasty. Did you forget? It's my turn to ask a question now."
A hint of a smile flickered in Julia's sapphire-blue eyes. Despite stopping Chuck's kiss, her body shifted, moving slowly forward with her knees…
She then raised her snow-white legs and directly straddled Chuck's thighs!
The exquisite, doll-like face was completely flushed with crimson. Having revealed her feelings, the foreign woman now displayed a boldness and uninhibitedness unmatched by Eastern women.
Her scent wafted around his nose. The parts of their bodies inadvertently touching radiated a soft, slick sensation, and her flawless, CG-like features were inches away.
Chuck's 'tent' was pitched at maximum height, practically tearing through his underwear.
Julia raised her arms and gently wrapped them around Chuck's neck. Her breasts, like giant water balloons, pressed powerfully against his chest!
Just as his reason was about to snap, Julia's hot whisper reached Chuck's ear.
"My question is…"
"Chuck, what is your favorite part of my body?"
Which part?
Chuck was stumped.
Why would she ask this right now?
How should I answer?
Julia was not a toxic Chinese internet girl, and this was not one of those "death trap questions" from short videos. There was no standard answer.
But what Chuck cared about was how she would respond after he answered…
Could it be…?
A thought that made his lower abdomen warm surfaced in his mind. The current intoxicating atmosphere, combined with the foreign woman already straddling him, suggested this guess was extremely close to the truth.
So, all his thoughts finally condensed into a moment of impulse.
"Uh… your ass?"
If Chuck had to pick the part he most wanted to grab and furiously drive into right now, that would undoubtedly be the answer.
But to his surprise, the moment the answer left his mouth, a spine-tingling sensation suddenly came from his earlobe!
The foreign woman opened her mouth and directly enclosed his earlobe, then whispered in a highly provocative tone.
"Chuck, you're lying. You have to be punished."
I'm lying?
Chuck watched the flickering firelight, feeling waves of electrical current travel from his earlobe all the way to his lower back. The 'tent' below seemed to be pressing against an unknown region, radiating a warm but damp sensation…
If you gave me a chance, I'd fuck that white ass all the way back to North America! What the hell am I lying about?!
But then, an action by Julia left him completely speechless…
She suddenly pushed back and lifted off him, supporting herself with her hands behind her. Her two snow-white, chopstick-like long legs snapped together and stretched forward. Her exquisitely shaped, fair, and rosy little feet deliberately rested lightly on Chuck's chest.
"What you really like… are my feet, aren't they?"
Chuck swallowed hard. In that moment, his gaze was completely fixed on those pair of white feet.
To be honest, Chuck wasn't a foot fetishist in the general sense. He didn't have a preference for worn-out odors, nor was he a masochist who liked women stepping on his face. He simply appreciated them.
While her breasts, white butt, and long legs were all great, if forced to pick a favorite, Chuck would have trouble deciding.
But the feet were a little different.
For a woman, feet weren't private parts, yet they carried a surprising sense of taboo, like the inner sprout of a cabbage or a pearl within a clam shell—a part not easily revealed, visible only when fully intimate.
And feet could be beautiful or ugly. Ugly feet were like spoiled cabbage hearts, repulsive. Beautiful feet were the pearl and the tender sprout, radiating a forbidden beauty.
Clearly, Julia's feet belonged to the latter category.
Chuck's hands instinctively moved to his chest, gently taking hold of one small, slick foot and beginning to caress it lightly.
This action was undoubtedly the death sentence for his previous answer and the last remaining pair of underwear he wore.
Julia's cheeks flushed slightly, and genuine delight finally appeared in her eyes.
It seemed that she had, after all, won this game.
But then, her joy was replaced by shock.
This was because Chuck, who had been gently kneading and caressing her foot, suddenly grabbed her tender, white ankles—one with each hand—and slowly raised them upward…
"Oh sh—"
The foreign woman only managed a gasp before she suddenly lost her balance and fell backward.
In the cave, illuminated by the firelight, the fit foreign woman, pale-skinned and wearing only a lace bra and panties, was lying face up, her two rosy-white feet held firmly in Chuck's hands.
She tried to struggle twice, finding herself completely immobilized. Looking at Chuck's eyes, which seemed to burn with fire, and his abdomen, taut like iron, Julia felt a wave of heat wash over her. A thought slowly surfaced in her mind.
Crap, I took it too far.
It was only meant to be a moment of provocative flirting, but now…
Am I about to get drilled?
At the thought, her muscles immediately tensed, her toes curled, and her long, powerful legs trembled slightly. Her heart pounded furiously.
But suddenly, Julia's overwhelmed brain, short-circuited by the intense atmosphere, remembered one thing.
Today was her fertile period!
She knew perfectly well that condoms wouldn't be found anywhere in this beach cave…
Fuck!
Her hazy blue eyes instantly snapped back to alertness.
And that wasn't the main point. Even though she had feelings for this man, they weren't exclusive, and they weren't even officially boyfriend and girlfriend yet!
She couldn't let him fuck her!
Julia tried to pull back from Chuck in slight panic, but her feet were still firmly grasped, making movement impossible.
"You're right."
Chuck's slightly hoarse voice echoed in the cave. Illuminated by the firelight, his taut, defined muscles looked like a leopard's.
"I do like your feet, but instead of just touching them, I want to put them on my shoulders…"
With that, Chuck slowly leaned forward, raising her white legs higher and higher.
Just as the critical moment of losing her virginity and getting thoroughly rammed approached, Julia's slightly less-than-smart brain spun rapidly, and she thought of a way out in the nick of time.
"Hey, don't forget, you still have one piece of clothing left to take off."
At that remark, Chuck paused for a moment. Julia immediately seized the opportunity, retracted one straight right leg, and her small foot gently stepped on Chuck's lower abdomen. Her toes deftly pressed against the tip of his fully pitched 'tent' and began to gently rub.
This maneuver instantly halted Chuck's advance, causing him to instinctively hunch his back.
Even through the thin layer of fabric, the soft sole of her foot transmitted a warm sensation.
Despite the slow and clumsy movements, the action still sent a tingling sensation up Chuck's spine.
Not to mention the marvelous sight before him.
The blonde, blue-eyed foreign woman, wearing only her lace underwear, was stretching out her long legs, using her small foot to gently and slowly minister to him. This intense visual impact even surpassed the action itself…
Seeing Chuck enjoy the service, Julia's cheeks flushed, and her heart raced.
Over the past two days, Chuck had indeed been unapologetic about his desire for her.
If she kept refusing him, it seemed a bit cruel.
Even though she couldn't let him fuck her today, she could at least take care of him like this…
With this thought, Julia pressed her advantage, raising her other long leg. With both feet working together, they doubled their attack on Chuck's 'small tent'.
She had never done anything like this before, so it was inevitably a little strenuous. Fortunately, her lifelong dedication to fitness gave her excellent flexibility, and she quickly found her rhythm.
Soon, the sound of heavy breathing echoed back and forth in the cave.
The silhouettes of the two figures were cast upon the cave wall by the firelight. Their indescribable posture formed a lowercase letter "h."
After a long while, the jade-like feet were drenched in 'yogurt.'
Julia retracted her slightly aching legs, her cheeks crimson, and curiously sat cross-legged, looking at the residue on her feet.
"So this is what it's like…"
She gently dabbed some with her fingertip and sniffed it.
The foreign woman's eyebrows rose slightly at the completely unfamiliar smell.
Seeing her curious expression, Chuck, whose intense desire had subsided, recovered his reason slightly despite his fatigue.
He looked at Julia and offered an apologetic smile.
"I'm sorry."
"Hey, don't worry about it."
Julia's cheeks were flushed, and she waved her hand dismissively, looking quite carefree.
Chuck thought for a moment, sat up, and slowly moved to Julia's side. He raised his hand and gently stroked her delicate, smooth cheek, smiling and whispering softly.
"That was really good just now. Thank you, Julia."
When his words fell, the normally bold and uninhibited foreign woman was surprisingly stunned. Her jewel-like eyes suddenly widened, and her entire face flushed instantly like a ripe apple, revealing an expression like a young girl's.
In that moment, an emotion she had never felt before appeared in the foreign woman's heart.
What was this feeling?
Why was she so happy just from being complimented by him?
She wanted to do more for him, to make him feel even better…
Her bright blue eyes seemed to twinkle with hearts.
And before Chuck, the familiar prompt reappeared.
[Julia's Trust Level in you has increased by 10 points! Current Trust Level: 37 (Familiar)]
Chuck was surprised.
But he quickly smiled and shook his head, looking away from the screen.
It seemed that rather than trying to understand the foreign woman's mind, simply treating her with sincerity was enough for the trust level to soar naturally.
The night was filled with an ambiguous atmosphere. Although they didn't go all the way, the fact that he was serviced by the foreign woman's inexperienced touch was a happy outcome for all.
After the intimacy, Julia, her legs sore, rested by the firelight with her life vest as a pillow. Chuck glanced at the time outside the cave and slowly walked to the wall.
The slurry in the ten bamboo tubes had now completely separated.
Looking closely, there was clear seawater on top and a grayish-white sediment at the bottom.
Carefully picking up the bamboo tubes one by one and pouring out all the top-layer seawater outside the cave…
Chuck finally obtained ten portions of pure clay!
It went without saying that this material was immensely useful for them right now!
Chuck eagerly picked up one portion, placing it into the Workbench along with the bamboo tube. The text and the 'Craft' button on the screen lit up simultaneously.
[Workbench input: Pure Clay x 1]
[Crafting Hint: Clay can be used to make many types of pottery, but all require high-temperature firing. The necessary temperature and time vary for different pieces.]
[Craftable Item – Clay Bowl Blank!]
[Estimated Crafting Time: 5 minutes. Start crafting?]
It can be crafted directly?
Chuck pondered briefly, then picked up a second tube of clay and placed it in.
[Workbench input: Moist Clay x 2]
[Craftable Item – Clay Pot Blank x 1!]
[Estimated Crafting Time: 10 minutes. Start crafting?]
Chuck's eyes lit up.
One portion of clay made a bowl; two portions made a pot.
What about three portions?
As Chuck continued to place the clay portions one by one, he finally figured out all the pottery crafting recipes for the Workbench.
One portion made a clay bowl, two made a clay pot, three made a clay cooking vessel, and five portions could be synthesized into an earthen jar… the equivalent of a large water storage vat!
The traditional water storage tool used by Chinese ancestors for generations!
This was the reservoir Chuck had dreamed of!
If he could synthesize one of these, water problems would be a thing of the past on this frequently rainy tropical island!
However, Chuck then noticed a critical piece of information in the crafting hint.
After synthesizing the pottery blank, it still required high-temperature firing. How should he achieve this?
Currently, he only had a cave and a bonfire, which would certainly not be enough for firing pottery.
But first, he should synthesize it and see.
Chuck took out four portions, leaving only one portion of clay on the workbench. He first tried to synthesize a clay bowl, and a light cluster appeared.
Five minutes later, the synthesis was complete.
[Clay Bowl Blank – Synthesis Complete!]
[Crafting Hint: This Clay Bowl Blank only needs the final step of "firing." The conditions for successful firing are: Firing at 600°C for three hours or more. The higher the temperature, the better the quality of the pottery. Perhaps you should try building a simple kiln. Note: A bonfire's temperature is between 400-600°C, and the heat is uneven. If you attempt to force the firing of the clay bowl, you must constantly maintain the fire temperature. Even so, the final quality will likely be poor.]