"Kanae."
"Yeah?"
"Do you think twenty years from now, we'll still be like this? Hiding in our rooms, chatting until two in the morning?"
Tokyo, Adachi Ward. 2020.
It was a cool early summer night. On the second floor of a narrow house in Umejima, inside a teenage girl's bedroom covered in wallpaper and stuffed animals, thirteen-year-old Kaoru leaned against the windowsill. The dim glow of her phone reflected off her face. She kicked her feet playfully against the edge of the bed as she spoke.
Kanae sat cross-legged on a futon on the floor, leaning against the wardrobe. A towel was draped over her damp, short hair. Outside, the sound of a late-night train rumbled in the distance. The air of the rainy season felt heavy and humid.
Kanae looked up, pulling the towel from her head, and blinked in confusion. "Um... why wouldn't we be?"
The volleyball girl's tone was as flat as ever. To her, a future twenty years away seemed no different from the next practice match.
Kaoru put her phone down and rolled her eyes. "You dummy! I'm talking about twenty years! We'll be old!"
"...2040?"
"It's not about the year! Think about it—we'll be thirty-three. We'll definitely be married with kids by then, right?" Kaoru giggled, looking down. When young girls imagine the future, there's always a mix of shyness and anticipation.
Kanae scratched the back of her neck, looking lost. "Marriage... you think about a lot of complicated stuff, Kaoru."
"It's because you think about too little."
"Eh? Really?"
Kaoru rolled over, hugging her pillow. She buried half her face in it, her toes curling under the sheets. She adopted a mock-mature tone. "If you keep going like this, you better watch out. You'll be tricked by a bad man someday."
Kanae pinched her bangs, her lips pursing as she thought. "Well, if I just marry volleyball, I won't have to worry about that stuff, right?"
"Are you serious...?" Kaoru's expression turned to one of utter disbelief. "A volleyball can't give you a baby. Are you planning on doing that with a ball? You're a pervert, Kanae."
Kaoru laughed and playfully threw her pillow. It hit Kanae's knee with a soft thud. Kanae caught it, her expression even more puzzled.
"Doing what?"
"...Did you sleep through health class?"
"Training is exhausting, okay?"
Kaoru sighed, looking up at the ceiling. The streetlights outside cast ripples of light across the roof like water.
"You know... the thing men and women do. The cock goes into the pussy... and then it's all squish-squash and stuff." Her voice dropped to a whisper. She was embarrassed, but she desperately wanted to act like she was the expert.
"And then you have a baby?" Kanae asked with near-total innocence.
Kaoru froze, looking into Kanae's bright eyes in the darkness. She didn't know how to respond, so she just let out a soft laugh. "Pretty much. Did you really not listen to a word of that lecture?"
"I was out cold."
"Geez... that's basic common sense."
"Whatever. I'm not interested in that kind of thing anyway," thirteen-year-old Kanae said with a shrug, casually picking at her toes.
Watching her, Kaoru shook her head. Well, Kanae has always been like this. So, even twenty years from now, we'll probably stay exactly the same, right?
SLAP!
"OHHHHH GOD!! AAAHHH!"
Deserted Island, Stone Platform. 2025.
Kaoru stared blankly at the scene before her. Her childhood friend, the girl she grew up with, was pinned against the window frame by a massive, powerful man. He was slamming into her from behind with brutal force, and Kanae's face was completely contorted in a "slutty" expression as she let out animalistic screams.
Those over-developed, heavy breasts, the flushed cheeks, the look of total carnal surrender—she was a woman completely conquered by a man. She was a total stranger to the Kanae in Kaoru's memories.
Kanae's arms shook violently. Her hands, which had been lazily folded on the sill, now clawed desperately at the wood. One of her bare feet hooked back into the air, her five toes curling and twitching in ecstasy.
[Kanae's trust in you has increased by 1 point! Current Trust: 81 (Obsessed)]
Just as Chuck expected, that one deep thrust triggered a trust increase. Feeling the tight, muscular grip of the volleyball girl's body and the incredible suction from within, Chuck let out a long, satisfied breath. He didn't start pumping immediately. Instead, he adjusted his grip. One hand clamped onto the side of her neck, while the other reached forward to squeeze and knead one of her swinging, heavy milk-jugs.
Then, he slowly looked up at the shell-shocked Kaoru outside.
"As you can see, I'm busy breaking your friend. So if you have something to say, you better say it fast."
His cold words finally snapped Kaoru out of her trance. Her eyes were filled with struggle and pain as she looked at the shirtless, towering Chuck standing behind her friend. She realized this was her one and only chance. On this godforsaken island, only by attaching herself to this man could she survive.
So, even though her best friend was being used like a common whore right in front of her, she forced herself to look away from Kanae. She doubled over, performing a perfect 90-degree bow toward Chuck.
"M-Mr. Chuck... I was wrong. I really know I was wrong. Please... please take me in!"
Chuck narrowed his eyes. It was just as he thought. Even now, Kaoru didn't understand the situation. He didn't answer. Instead, he looked down at where he was joined with Kanae.
Despite his deep thrust, a few centimeters of his meat-spear were still visible outside. Thanks to the Yellow Potion's enhancement, his size—well over 19 cm—exceeded the capacity of most ordinary women. He tightened his grip on her neck and breast to anchor her, then leaned forward, driving his hips and legs forward with everything he had.
Soon, he felt the distinct, smooth sensation of his tip hitting her cervix.
Kanae's expression shattered even further. Her pupils shrunk to pinpricks, and her upper body, which had been slumped over, arched back violently from the sheer intensity of the stimulation. Her sun-kissed tits bounced upward as a scream of pure desperation tore from her throat.
"No! Not there! It's too deep! AHHH! NOOO!!"
That scream made Kaoru jump. She looked up instinctively and saw something that defied logic: on Kanae's tight, toned stomach, there was a visible, moving bulge... the shape of Chuck's cock pushing against her abdominal wall from the inside.
Chuck wrapped his arm around Kanae's neck, burying his face in her sweat-scented hair and neck. He felt her body's rhythmic spasms as he greedily inhaled her feminine scent. Then he looked at the dazed Kaoru again and spoke with irritation.
"Did you hear her? She said 'no'."
Kaoru's mind went blank. The scene was too absurd, too pornographic for her brain to process. Her legs gave out, and she slumped into a kneeling position on the dirt.
"...Kanae?"
Chuck didn't bother with her anymore. He set his feet, braced his core, and began a rapid-fire assault.
Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!
Chuck's arm kept Kanae's neck in a chokehold, forcing her head back while her lower body took the brunt of the impact. He shoved his fingers into her mouth, hooking her tongue and pulling it ruthlessly. She could only drool and let out meaningless, muffled whimpers.
Kaoru knelt there, staring up like an idiot, watching the total corruption of Kanae and the rapid bulging and receding of her friend's stomach.
SQUELCH—
Finally, after an eternity, Chuck delivered one final, soul-crushing thrust and released his hot load. Kanae went into a violent convulsion, her eyes rolling back to show only the whites. Her hands flailed in the air, and a torrent of liquid sprayed from her, drenching the ground beneath them.
The volleyball girl went limp and fainted right there in that humiliating position. Chuck exhaled, pulling back. As Kanae's sweaty, tanned body started to slump, he caught her and carried her over to the bed.
A moment later, Chuck returned to the window. He looked at the desperate, numbed Kaoru and spoke calmly.
"I'll give you one more chance. Tell me: if I take you in, what benefit do I get?"
"..."
Kaoru looked up at him. In her dead eyes, a flicker of near-broken pleading emerged. She crawled forward on her hands and knees toward him, tears streaming down her pale, haggard face. After witnessing what just happened, the only answer she could think of was...
"Whatever Mr. Chuck wants... you can do whatever you want to me." Her voice trembled, and the tears wouldn't stop. For a young girl, this was a cruel, desolate choice to make.
But it still wasn't the answer Chuck wanted to hear. He let out a cold laugh and shook his head. "As if I'm hurting for a body."
BANG.
Chuck slammed the wooden window shut without mercy. He turned and walked toward Momo, who had been waiting for him on the bed.
Kaoru was left paralyzed under the night sky, staring at the closed window in disbelief. The last shred of her dignity had been ground into dust.
The next morning, Chuck rose early as usual. When he pushed the door open, he saw Kaoru curled up in the corner of the building—he couldn't tell if she was sleeping or had simply collapsed from exhaustion. He ignored her and walked to the platform to start his morning exercise.
As the sun rose, a new day began. The four women in the house woke up, tidied the rooms, and started breakfast.
Although Kanae had been cold to Kaoru the day before, it was all an act. Seeing her childhood friend in such a pathetic state, she wanted to go to her, but Chuck sternly stopped her. He eventually allowed Elena to bring some water and wild berries to leave beside the girl.
They ate breakfast around the table and then began their chores. The work from the previous evening had resulted in a man-sized indentation at the base of the cliff, proving the bronze pickaxe could handle the job.
However, according to Chuck's plan, he needed a cave of at least 20 square meters to house everyone comfortably during the heatwaves. Otherwise, they'd just be cramped in a tiny hole, which would be worse than sitting under a tree. At his current rate, he estimated it would take over 100 hours of manual labor. Plus, the bronze pickaxe wasn't indestructible; he'd have to factor in time for mining and smelting new tools.
Even if he worked from dawn to dusk, it would take at least a week! It was a massive undertaking.
The good news was that Kanae's leg had fully healed thanks to the potions and rest. Despite being a woman, her 5'9" height and athletic build meant she could be a real asset in the labor.
Before they started, however, Julia brought him some good news. "Darling! Look at this!"
The blonde woman was beaming, holding a bunch of dirt-covered roots as she ran up to the platform. Chuck's eyes lit up. Julia was holding a cluster of large, healthy taro roots!
These were the ones she had planted near the mud pit when they first moved here.
"I can't believe it! It's only been half a month!" Julia was shocked. Ever since she planted them, they had grown at a terrifying speed. At first, she thought the stems were just weird, but when she finally dug them up, she found this massive yield.
"Darling... honestly, is this some kind of mutant alien taro?" Julia's blue eyes were wide as she whispered to him.
"Of course not," Chuck laughed, taking the taro from her muddy hands. "Same as last time: keep the big ones to eat, plant the small ones. Plant as many as you can so we have a steady supply of carbs."
The reason they grew so fast was Julia's "Botany Master" buff, which he had upgraded to increase growth speed by 20 times. A harvest cycle was now fixed at about ten days. Given the fertile soil, if they kept a certain scale, they'd have a permanent, sustainable food source.
Julia nodded obediently and went back to work. Chuck watched her sexy, tall figure walk away, stroking his chin in thought. With the water tower finished and bronze shovels available, it was time to fully utilize Julia's skills and build a real farm.
The problem was variety. He had explored most of the rich areas near the cove, and all he found were wild fruits, bananas, and wild greens. Those were fine for snacks, but not worth a dedicated farm. The Sago palms in the swamp were a staple, but the processing was too tedious; he wanted to phase them out. He needed crops like taro—easy to plant, easy to harvest, and easy to eat.
Maybe... it's time to explore the dense forest to the west?
Chuck frowned and sighed. To enter that tropical forest, he had to deal with the black bear. Unlike boars, snakes, or even wolves, a bear was at the absolute top of the food chain in the wild. A true apex predator. Dealing with that thing was no joke. If he faced it head-on right now, his only choice would be to run.
However, like most island beasts, the bear didn't seem to leave the forest to invade the east. That meant he could prepare, just like he did for the wolves. Now that he could make bronze... maybe it was time to forge some real weapons and armor for himself.
As he stood there planning his future, a thin figure caught his eye. Kaoru, who had been unconscious earlier, was awake. The former high school gal was now crouching by the fire pit, helping Elena sweep up the ashes from the night before.
Her posture was humble, almost submissive. Even when facing the kind and smiling Elena, she didn't dare make eye contact. Despite the language barrier, she was doing her best to be useful.
A satisfied smile finally touched Chuck's lips. To truly tame someone who lived with their head in the clouds, you had to let them hit the dirt first. Only then could they understand their true value. To Chuck, Kaoru's value was currently microscopic, but at least she was finally grasping for her last lifeline.
Chuck turned and met Kanae's eyes. She had seen it too, and her expression was one of relief and closure. Chuck patted Kanae's shoulder and whispered an instruction. She blushed, nodded repeatedly, and followed him down toward the cliff.
Kaoru had finally found her only path to survival. But in Chuck's mind, the "training" had only just begun.
The day passed quietly. As the sun began to set and the heat faded, evening approached.
Near dinner time, Kaoru was following Julia, carrying a heavy bundle of firewood up the slope. Her lips were dry and she looked exhausted. Suddenly, a large hand patted her shoulder.
"Ah!" she shrieked, her body jerking in terror. The firewood spilled all over the ground. She turned to see Chuck's expressionless face.
Kaoru felt a chill in her heart, and tears welled in her eyes. She bowed repeatedly, apologizing, and scrambled to pick up the wood with trembling hands. But the hand reached out again and patted her shoulder.
"Enough. Leave it there."
"Follow me."
Kaoru looked up in shock. Chuck was already walking toward the wooden house.