Meanwhile, Grace had already returned and was standing outside the cabin. She had examined the bear hide and the large pile of meat the hunting team had brought back earlier. With her newly enhanced ability, she was fully prepared to double all of them.
Just as she was about to begin, Ethan stepped out of the cabin carrying the newly obtained rewards from the Gold Treasure Chest.
Seeing him emerge from her cabin, Grace raised an eyebrow and asked in a calm but pointed tone, "What exactly were you doing inside my cabin?"
Ethan answered without the slightest hesitation, a confident smile on his face. "I’m your husband now. What’s yours is mine. The cabin, the bed, everything."
Grace’s expression stiffened. She gritted her teeth, clearly struggling to find a proper response. After a moment, she turned her head slightly and looked at Emily, who was standing nearby.
Emily understood immediately. Without any hesitation, she stepped forward and gave Ethan a solid smack on the back of his head.
"Ow—! What was that for?" Ethan turned around, rubbing his head as he glared at her.
Emily met his gaze steadily. "That was to remind you of your limits. Even if you’ve become the Chief’s husband, her words still rule here."
Ethan was momentarily speechless. Behind Grace, several of the other girls were openly laughing at the scene. He could feel his dignity slipping away in real time. If he didn’t do something, he would become a complete joke in front of the entire tribe.
Without thinking, he strode over to Grace, grabbed her wrist, and tried to pull her toward the cabin. He put all his strength into it, but Grace didn’t budge even an inch. Her newly enhanced power made the difference painfully clear.
Grace looked down at his hand on her wrist, then raised her free hand and lightly smacked him on the head as well.
"What do you think you’re trying to do?" she asked, her voice calm but firm.
Ethan froze. The double humiliation, combined with the laughter of the girls behind her, made his face burn. He lowered his head slightly, and to his own surprise, the corners of his eyes started to sting. Actual tears threatened to appear.
The moment Grace noticed the change in his expression, something inside her softened. The irritation she had felt earlier melted away, replaced by a complicated warmth she was still getting used to.
She sighed quietly.
"...Alright, alright," she said, her tone gentler than before. "Let’s go inside. We’ll talk properly there."
She then turned and gave Emily a small signal. Emily immediately began gathering all the materials, the bear hide, the meat, and the newly obtained rewards from the Gold Treasure Chest, so they could be brought inside as well.
Grace released Ethan’s wrist and walked toward the cabin first. After a brief pause, Ethan followed her in, still rubbing the back of his head.
The wooden door closed behind them with a soft click. The warm air inside the cabin immediately wrapped around them. Emma was still lying on the bed under the thick quilt, her face half-buried in the pillow, clearly exhausted from earlier. Grace glanced at her once, but didn’t comment. She simply walked over to Ethan, reached up, and gently rubbed the spot on his head where both she and Emily had smacked him.
"Alright," she said, her voice quieter than usual. "We’re inside now. What did you want to say?"
Ethan looked at her for a moment, then spoke seriously.
"I awakened a new ability."
Grace’s hand paused on his head.
"I can now share one of my wives’ talents with another person," he continued. "Currently, I can do it twice."
Grace’s eyes flickered with thought. She lowered her hand and fell silent for several seconds. In her mind, she immediately began considering the possibilities. If she could combine two talents... many of the tribe’s current problems could be solved at once. She herself already possessed a strong resource-related ability. If she could add another powerful talent to it...
Her thoughts were interrupted when she felt Ethan’s hands settle on her waist. His fingers slowly slid upward, beginning to loosen the ties of her clothes.
"What are you trying to do?" Grace asked, her voice calm but with a faint tremor beneath it.
She didn’t stop him.
As his hands continued to undress her, a complicated feeling rose in her chest. She cursed herself silently. ’This is my former student... How can I just let him do whatever he wants with me?’
Yet her body remained still, allowing him to continue.
Ethan leaned closer, his breath warm against her ear.
"Teacher Grace," he murmured, "you smacked me in front of everyone earlier. You made me lose face. Now... I want compensation."
Grace’s cheeks flushed. Before she could reply, Ethan pulled her fully against him and captured her lips in a deep, deliberate kiss. One of his hands slid behind her neck while the other finished removing the last of her upper clothing, letting it fall to the floor.
Her full, soft breasts pressed against his chest. Ethan’s hands immediately moved to cup them, kneading slowly and possessively. Grace let out a muffled sound against his mouth, her fingers instinctively gripping his shoulders.
He guided her backward until the back of her legs touched the edge of the bed. With a gentle push, he laid her down beside the still-sleeping Emma. Grace’s breathing had already grown heavier. She watched through half-lidded eyes as Ethan removed the rest of his own clothes, then climbed over her.
He kissed a slow path down her neck, across her collarbone, and lower still, taking one sensitive peak into his mouth while his hand caressed the other. Grace’s back arched slightly. A soft, unwilling moan escaped her lips.
"Ethan..." she whispered, half in protest, half in surrender.
He didn’t answer with words. Instead, he continued exploring her body with focused attention, kissing, licking, and caressing every sensitive place until her thighs trembled and her breathing turned uneven. Only when she was clearly ready did he position himself between her legs.
Grace turned her face to the side, embarrassed, but she still spread her legs for him without being asked.
Ethan entered her in one smooth, deep thrust. A sharp gasp left Grace’s throat as she was filled completely. Her hands flew up to grip his back. Unlike the first time, there was no pain, only an intense, overwhelming fullness that made her toes curl.
He began moving with steady, deliberate strokes, each one deeper than the last. The wet sound of their bodies meeting filled the quiet cabin. Grace bit her lower lip, trying to hold back her voice, but soft, broken moans still slipped out with every thrust.
Ethan leaned down and kissed her again, swallowing her sounds as he increased his pace. One of his hands pinned both of her wrists above her head while the other gripped her hip, holding her in place as he took her thoroughly.
Grace’s mind grew hazy. The dignity of being the Chief and the former teacher slowly melted under the relentless pleasure. All that remained was the feeling of being claimed by the man she had once taught.
Meanwhile, outside the cabin, almost everyone in the tribe could hear their Chief’s soft, broken moans. There was no sound isolation in the simple wooden structure, and the evening was quiet enough for the sounds to carry clearly.
The girls exchanged knowing glances. Some covered their mouths to hide their smiles, while others simply looked resigned.
Although Chief Grace always tried to maintain control over Ethan, in the end she was still a woman. She needed a man, and that man was clearly Ethan.
By now, most of the girls already understood their position. They were the Chief’s husband’s women. Many of them had already spread their legs for him.
Teacher Jessica, Sophie, Jasmine and now Emma had also joined them.
No one was truly shocked anymore. This was simply the new order of the Eden Garden Tribe.
Inside the cabin, Grace lay on the bed, still catching her breath. Ethan remained on top of her, his body warm and heavy against hers. She stared up at him with a complicated expression, unsure of what to say.
She could already see the future clearly. Sooner or later, nearly every woman in the tribe would become part of his harem. Even she, the Chief of the tribe and their former college teacher, had been unable to escape his grasp.
After a long silence, Grace finally spoke, her voice still a little hoarse.
"...Alright. You’re satisfied now. We should talk about the tribe."
Ethan looked down at her with a lazy, satisfied smile. He made no move to get off her. Instead, he rested his weight more comfortably on top of her and gently brushed a strand of hair away from her face.
"We can talk," he said, "but I’m not getting up yet."
Grace’s cheeks flushed again. She tried to push at his chest, but the effort was half-hearted at best.
"Ethan... get off. We really need to discuss the materials and your new ability."
He leaned down and placed a soft kiss on the corner of her mouth.
"I already told you about the ability. I can share one of my wives’ talents with another person — twice for now. As for the materials..." He glanced toward the pile Emily had brought in. "You can double everything. The Spirit Salt, the machete, the mattress, the quilts... all of it."
Grace sighed, realizing he had no intention of ending the intimacy so quickly. She turned her face slightly to the side, trying to maintain some dignity.
"Fine. I’ll double them later. But we need a proper plan. The upgrade requirements are ridiculous. Five thousand wood, three thousand stone, fifteen hundred hemp rope, and five hundred iron ore... At our current pace, it will take far too long."
Ethan finally shifted a little, though he still kept one arm wrapped around her waist and one leg draped over hers, keeping her trapped beneath him.
"I know. That’s why the new ability is important. If we choose the right talents to share, we can greatly increase our efficiency."
Grace fell silent for a moment, thinking carefully. Her mind began listing the strongest talents currently available in the tribe.
Her own resource-related ability...
Sophie’s strength...
Elena’s divination...
Emma’s spirit contract...
If two of those could be combined in the right person, the tribe’s progress would accelerate dramatically.
While she was still calculating, Ethan’s hand slowly slid down her side again, resting possessively on her hip.
Grace glanced at him from the corner of her eye.
"...You’re not done yet, are you?"
Ethan only smiled.
Outside, the soft sounds from the cabin soon began again, and the girls of the Eden Garden Tribe simply continued their work with quiet, knowing expressions.