[Jack The Magician's Treasure
Difficulty: Adult
Popularity: 1325
Treasure Information: The legacy of "Magician" Jack Monk, the captain of the famous treasure-hunting ship "Dream Poker".]
Finally, this is the source of all my trouble. As long as I find this treasure, I can get rid of this damn curse. Ed, his eyes glued to the system interface before him, muttered excitedly. Now he couldn't wait to go to the place on the map and find everything.
Thinking this, Ed quickly gulped down his soup, put the half-eaten bread in his mouth, and stored the hot meat stew, map, booklet, and—most importantly—his newly found wealth of twelve silver snakes, plus two the original owner had saved for an emergency, into his inventory. He quickly ran into the bedroom, cleaning it up for tonight's activity while chewing the bread. He hurriedly gathered all the necessary tools for treasure hunting: a shovel, a pickaxe, a rope, a leather water bottle, and a straw hat to protect himself from the direct sunlight, which made it hard to open his eyes. He threw them into his inventory as well.
Afterwards, he took out the meat stew again, checked it, and exclaimed with excitement as he confirmed one of his guesses: time either didn't work in his inventory, meaning things put in it would always remain in the same condition, or it worked very slowly. This had yet to be verified completely.
Happy beyond words, Ed also put his freshly made hot dinner into his inventory so it wouldn't get cold, before walking out of the house full of excitement. However, when the bright sunlight fell on his face, he instantly took a few steps back into the shadow of the house. Sighing helplessly, he took out his straw hat, put it on his head, locked the door (even though there was nothing valuable inside the house now), and rushed toward the cliff.
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"Father, where are we going? I think... we should go back. Mother forbade me from going to this area of the island. If she finds out, she will be angry with me," A young girl, around 15 years old with a thin figure, brown hair, and pimples on her face, who had officially become an adult a few months ago, spoke hesitantly to her father.
The young girl's father was a fat middle-aged man, staggering as he walked while holding a leather pouch filled with cheap wine. His face was red as an apple, probably because he was drunk. The fat man had a wide grin on his face, which turned into a grimace after hearing his daughter's panic and hesitant voice, and the mention of his wife's name. He quickly grabbed her small hand and sped up their pace, speaking angrily.
"I said I am taking you to a beautiful place to teach you how to be a good woman. Now that you are an adult, you need to know it. So stop complaining, for the Stone Mother's sake, otherwise I'll skin you alive, and you know I can do it."
After yelling at his daughter, the fat man suddenly stopped. He looked around and, seeing no one as far as he could see, surrounded by dense trees, he nodded with satisfaction. Then he turned toward his daughter, looked her up and down with an evil smile, licked his thick lips, and wiped the saliva flowing from the corner of his mouth with his dirty shirtsleeve.
He threw aside his almost empty wine bag, pulled his daughter closer, and took a deep sniff of her hair like a pervert while running his thick, chubby hand down her back until it reached her buttocks, which he squeezed hard, sending a shiver down the young girl's spine. If she still couldn't understand her father's behavior—which her mother had warned her about countless times—then she really deserved this.
"Father! Please, stop what you're doing!" Like a fish caught in a net, the young girl started struggling in her father's embrace, but sadly, she wasn't powerful enough to push away a 100+ kilogram, 1.8-meter-tall fat man with her small body.
"I am teaching you how to become a good woman, my sweet girl. I will never let you follow that b*tch's footsteps and go against me. I will train you and make you mine, someone who will deeply love her father and will never go against him, hehehe. Don't worry, you will soon enjoy it a lot, although it will be a bit painful at first," Saying that, the fat man laughed heartily while ignoring his daughter's cries for help. He grabbed both her wrists, lifted them, and held them with one hand. Then he lowered his fat body, grabbed the edge of her gown, and, with some difficulty, successfully removed it.
His daughter was left covering her B-cup breasts, covered with a white cloth, with one hand, and her crotch, also covered with white cloth, with the other, while crying and begging him to let her go.
However, the fat man, who had obviously come fully prepared, how could he listen to her pleas and let go of the fish he had been waiting to eat for months after it finally fell into his net? He simply ignored her and nodded his head with satisfaction while watching her nice figure. Then he grabbed her hand, pulled her back into his embrace, and tore apart the bandage-like clothes wrapped around her breasts.
"Ahhh! Please, someone help me! Father, let me go!" The young girl's cries resounded through the forest, but sadly, they were on the edge of the island, far from the central part where everyone lived, and it was unlikely anyone would come to this area in the afternoon in such hot weather.
"Don't waste your energy, dear. No one will come here to help you. Instead of resisting, listen to me and cooperate. Then not only will you not suffer, but I will also be as gentle as I can and make it very enjoyable for you. Otherwise, you will have to suffer a lot of pain." The fat man, under the influence of alcohol, was already on the verge of rage from continuously listening to her loud cries beside his ear, but he still forced a smile and spoke with feigned patience.
However, the young girl clearly didn't realize that she was about to run out of luck. She continued crying for help as loudly as she could and struggling hard to break free from her father's iron-like grip.
Finally, the fat man ran out of patience, seeing that his daughter was not going to be obedient and listen to him. With a murderous look in his eyes, he raised his thick palm and slapped her hard on the cheek, instantly silencing her as if someone had pressed a pause button, before throwing her to the ground.
Then he quickly removed his robe, underneath which he wore nothing, his dick hanging under his big belly. He quickly sat down beside her, grabbed the cloth wrapped between her legs, and tore it apart as well, revealing her sacred cave before his eyes, which started shining at the sight of her small, tightly sealed vagina.
He gently rubbed his hand on her hairless pubic region with a fake, gentle smile on his face and looked at his daughter, who was crying hard without making a sound while covering her red cheek, a little blood flowing from the corner of her mouth.
"Don't worry, it won't hurt much. Just bear it a bit, then you will beg me to do it every day. Your mother was like that too—panicked at first, but then didn't leave any chance to get f*cked by me. Although things are different now, anyway, you will surely enjoy it. Now, open your legs."
Hearing the fat man's command, the young girl quickly shook her head and closed them tightly, which made a vein bulge on the fat man's forehead. He grabbed her small leg, pinched it hard, and said in a threatening tone, "I said, open your legs..."
"And I said, get the f*ck off from her fatty!"
Bang!