Crash-landed On An Island With Nine Beauties novel Chapter 104

[Ping! System notification: A yacht passing by. Claim the yacht and earn five system gems.]

Damien pushed his body up, his eyes flipped open. He felt cold. The fire he made didn't seem to help. His back which had kissed the cold earth of the cave still had coziness invading his system. His legs were growing white. He should worry about those for now, but the system had something else for him.

"What a beautiful way to wake me up."

He jumped on his feet. He wasn't feeling too well. He decided to activate a feature which would keep his body active until his body naturally regained its old self. Yes, he just discovered that feature out of many others. But he didn't care about the names.

Feeling good now, he zoomed to where he had hid the surfboard. He zoomed out of the cave and dropped the surfboard on the ocean. He got to work.

"Where the fuck is the fucking yacht."

He couldn't see it in view yet and it annoyed him. But he couldn't be mad yet. He might be lagging. He decided to increase his speed. He would need the help of the aqua Zone.

He did get the help and was able to get to other half of the ocean which was adjacent the jungle, towards where their jet had been gobbled up by the endlessly deep body of blue water.

"Gotcha."

He could now see the yacht. It was zooming real quick. If he dilly-dally, he would lose it for good. And not only didn't he want to play such a game, he also wanted to get to the yacht before it would leave the jungle behind.

He increased the speed to the maximum.

On the yacht, there were five guys. Four of them were making out and the last one was driving.

"Y'all fuckers. I want to have a good time too. One of you lots should come and drive this fucking yacht... haven't you had enough fun yet?

The driver of the yacht got mad. Unlike the rest of the guys, he was round and plump. The rest were like models, hot, with six packs, tall, clear skin and handsome.

"Okay, okay..."

One of the guys, a gold-haired, obviously dyed, let go of the person he was kissing.

"No, come back here."

The white-haired kissing him pulled his face back into his, stealing his lips.

"Let Randall take over. I can't let go of you."

The White-haired whined. The gold-haired chuckled and gave himself away. They kept on making out. Palms gliding down the packs and warm body.

"Just go on for another five minutes, will you? I'm not done with Randall yet."

A blue-haired called at the plump fellow.

"Fuck y'all bitches!!!!"

"We love you too."

They all chorused. The driver concentrated on the wheels once again, but grumbling.

"Hey, who is that? Who is that?"

The plump fellow had seen Damien who was racing the yacht.

"Turns out that this bastard eventually saw me."

Damien muttered and changed his course, moving closer to the yacht.

"Randall... look!!!"

The plump fellow screamed on top of his voice, so loud that the rest couldn't ignore him anymore.

But too late, Damien had dropped on the deck of the yacht. A position where none of the guys would pretend not to see him.

"Hey guys, how are you doing?"

He called at them.

"Who is this filthy rag? How dare you put your filthy legs on the yacht of the rainbow boys? Do you have a death wish or what?"

The gold-haired had jumped up, swearing at Damien. You would think that they had had a grudge all their lives.

"Come on mate, don't be so hard on the poor boy. That is no good way to treat a stranger."

Randall stepped forward with such a breathtaking charisma oozing from his manliness. His hair had several colors. You'd think all the colors of the world were having a meeting in his hair.

"Wahh... y'all are so cute. Sorry, I mean hot."

Damien took steps forward, checking out the guys.

"Too bad I can't let y'all meet my queens. I could had taken you in. But you are too hot, goddamn!"

"What's this retard saying?"

The gold-haired seemed really impatient and was going to lunge at Damien. Damien put up one of his hands and the fellow halted as though a spell was cast on him.

"You said you are the rainbow boys, from the popular rainbow clubs? Wahh, this is so cool. I've been dying to meet y'all. You are really hot, more than the tv could give. I can't believe that I'm this lucky... seeing y'all without having to buy a ticket."

The Rainbow Boys were like the female version of the BMX girls. They were also sponsored by super rich men all over the world like the BMX. Rumors had it that it was the life goals of Rainbow Boys to end up with the BMX girls, date and even marry them.

But what were they doing here, far away from home? Damien had no idea. He was about to ask the question when he was cut short.

"Cut the bullshit out, fool."

The blue-haired took his turn on Damien.

"Mr Edward with the scissors, wait for your turn. I wasn't done speaking. You see, I hate someone cutting me short. It really pisses me of. So, please let's not get on each other's --"

"Do you have a death wish. The guts bruh. Are you nuts?"

The gold-haired couldn't take it anymore. He had charged at Damien welding a fist.

He brought it at Damien with force but Damien smoothly and stress-free blocked the fist with his palm, twisted the wrist for a while, while the fellow screamed his ass off. Then Damien pushed the fellow away without struggle. The fellow went crashing away.

"I really had high hopes for you guys but this is just bad. You disappoint me."