She turned to Sol, her eyes gleaming with a mix of hunger and delight. Before he could react, she lunged forward.

"You genius boy!" she laughed.

Sol suddenly found his face buried in a valley of soft, warm flesh as she wrapped him in a crushing hug.

He struggled feebly under the assault of her massive breasts, which were pressing against his face with suffocating softness. His nose was filled with her scent…mature, musky, and floral. It was overwhelming. It was suffocating.

I can't breathe, Sol thought, his hands hovering awkwardly in the air before settling tentatively on her waist to steady himself. But if I die, I die. It's not a loss to die this way.

He secretly enjoyed the contact, the sheer, overwhelming softness of her body pressing against his lean frame. He could feel the heat radiating off her skin, the heavy weight of her chest against his face. A stray thought about taking this hot, touch-starved widow right here on the furs flashed through his mind, unbidden and vivid.

But of course, it was just a thought, but thinking about that weird power, he knew that it wasn't impossible.

Before he could drift further, she finally released him, though she didn't move far. Her face was flushed with excitement, her eyes sparkling. She sat down right beside him, leaning her hot body against his. She draped one arm casually around his shoulder, constantly praising him between bites, ruffling his hair like he was a favorite pet.

"You're full of surprises, aren't you?" she purred, her thigh pressing against his.

"If you can cook like this," Evara purred, looking him up and down with new appreciation, "you're going to have every woman in the tribe knocking on your door."

Sol maintained his innocent smile, but internally, hearing the word 'every woman knocking on door' his mind was racing at a speed that would have made a cheetah jealous.

I couldn't ask for anything better, he thought, a dark thrill shooting through him.

But when he really thought about it, it didn't seem impossible. The gears in his head began to turn, grinding out a plan that was as brilliant as it was lewd.

In this world, they have no concept of flavor. To them, salt and fat are miracles. And I hold the keys to the kingdom of taste.

He looked at Evara's heaving chest, then at the way Liora was practically drooling over the rabbit meat.

I can use this, he realized. I can use 'teaching' as an excuse.

A great, erotic idea bloomed in his mind, vivid and detailed. He could offer "cooking lessons" to the lonely wives and eager daughters of the tribe. In this primitive era, there were no strict societal boundaries like in his old world, no complex sexual hang-ups. Gratitude was expressed physically.

Cooking lessons... he mused. Just me and a hot tribal woman in a small, heated hut. 'Here, let me guide your hand.' 'No, you have to squeeze the meat tenderly.' 'Taste this sauce off my finger.'

It didn't seem impossible. In fact, it seemed inevitable. If he planned it carefully, using flavor as the bait and his new "Ash Gray" influence as the hook, it wasn't impossible to fuck them all.

The more he thought about it, the more feasible it seemed. He could build a harem not through force, but through gastronomy. He would be the dealer, and they would be addicted to his cooking... and eventually, to his "meat."

I'll test it out tomorrow, he decided, his throat going dry. I'll start with Evara. If I can conquer the hottest widow in the tribe with a grilled steak, the rest will fall like dominoes.

He swallowed hard, forcing his arousal down.

On his other side, Liora, feeling threatened by the intruder, leaned heavily against his other arm. Sol could feel the contrast… Liora's firm, youthful softness on the left, Evara's heavy, mature curves on the right.

Damn, Sol groaned internally, staring straight ahead with a strained expression. This is definitely pushing my limits.

He awkwardly adjusted his loincloth, using one hand to push his rising arousal down, praying the firelight was too dim for them to notice the tent pitching in his lap.

Thankfully, his torment didn't last long. Lyra suddenly gasped, slapping her forehead, and attracting everyone's attention.

"Water!" she cried. "I was so worried about Sol, I forgot to go to the river today! We have nothing to drink."

Veyra let out a sharp sigh, ready to scold, but Sol cleared his throat.

"I got it," he said casually. "I filled the jar this morning before I went out."

Lyra blinked, stunned. "You... you did?"

Veyra narrowed her eyes, her skepticism returning instantly. "You? Carrying the heavy clay jar all the way from the river? Yeah, right."

She stood up and marched over to the large storage jar in the corner. She lifted the lid, ready to call his bluff.

She froze.

It was full to the brim with clear, fresh water.

Veyra stared at the water, then back at Sol. Sol just smirked at her, raising an eyebrow in a silent, challenging 'told you so.'

"Well?" Sol asked innocently.

"Humph." Veyra slammed the lid back on and sat down, crossing her arms. She refused to look at him, but her ears were pink.

"Such a good man," Evara cooed, squeezing Sol's shoulder again. "Strong, can cook, thinks ahead... Lyra, you're hiding a treasure."

Dinner wrapped up soon after. As Evara stood to leave, her hips swaying hypnotically, she paused at the door. She looked back at Sol with a sultry, heavy-lidded smile.

"Sol, sweetie," she said, her voice dropping a notch that he thought, she was trying to seduce him. "Since you're such a good cook... why don't you come over and cook for me sometime? I have plenty of meat stored up, but I'm all alone. I can't finish it all myself. And don't worry, I'll give you a good share in exchange."

His heart skipped a beat. The plan was already working by itself.

"I'd be happy to," he said, perhaps a little too readily, before calming himself down. "Neighbors should help each other."

"Good," she winked. "Come by tomorrow."

Others didn't care about their exchange, in this era it is normal for people to help each other.

She left, swaying into the night.

He watched her leave, his imagination running wild. Even if there was no compensation, he would still rush to go there just for a chance to be alone with such a hot milf. He knew what happened when a vigorous young man and a hot, lonely widow were alone in a hut. There would inevitably be sparks, and those sparks would eventually burn them both with lust.

He gulped just thinking about it and couldn't wait for the next day to come.

Afterward, everyone cleaned up and settled onto the furs for the night. The sounds of the jungle… the howling of wolves and the roars of strange beasts…drifted through the walls, a constant reminder of the danger outside.

Sol lay down near the makeshift window. He looked out at the sky. A massive, pale moon, countless times bigger than the one from his old world, dominated the horizon, casting a silver glow over the savage land.

He closed his eyes and focused inward, checking the hollow cavity in his chest.

The Ash Gray energy was swirling lazily. It was about one-third full.

He calculated quickly. It's regenerating. It will be full in almost two days.

He smiled in the dark. Two days to full power. Tomorrow, chili peppers. Then, Evara. Then, the hunt.

Dreaming of a bright future filled with conquest, empire, and various encounters, he drifted into a deep, satisfied sleep.

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