Crash-landed On An Island With Nine Beauties novel Chapter 53

Damien took a few seconds to observe their facial expressions. None of them seemed amused, keeping such a long face as though they'd been forced. Yet, they had just blown his mind.

To think that all nine girls would do anything to suck his dick. He tried avoiding the possible thoughts of throwing sex at them, how would they react then?

A part of him still found it quite hard to believe of course, but he didn't want to be a party-pooper. After all, at the end of the shooting class, the truth of the matter would come to light.

"Let's get to work then."

He pretended not to be intrigued by their sudden interest in him.

"Step into the circles I drew. The circles at the front of each of you."

The silence was choking. The scene was familiar. He tossed the odds aside.

"We will be practicing all day then."

He proposed.

"Put the end of the stock on your left shoulder..."

As he gave out the instructions, he observed their actions. It was clear now that they were really in for it this time.

He couldn't help but take Claire in his gaze. Their eyes met. She looked away too quickly, feigning an attention to the duster hanging on the post.

"Shoot!!!"

He called and all the girls went for it all at once.

YES! THAT'S GOOD.

He nodded.

"That's way too poor. Don't tell me that that's how badly you'll do the blow job."

The reaction Lisa and Tendzel gave after those words of his were funny but he couldn't laugh out loud for a reason.

To think of it, it seemed as though he had an idea of what was going on in their mind. Something like, HOW COULD HE BE SO BLUNT. HOW COULD HE SAY SUCH A THING WITH A STRAIGHT FACE?

"We are going to give it another shot."

He halted behind Ayisha. She was focused. He peeped at the corner of her face. The manner at which her jaws were stiffened, it was obvious that she had an ulterior motive for learning how to shoot.

There were more than enough arrows he had made several weeks ago while he had made the bows he used to use for hunting.

"I should really learn how to shoot, so I could finally bring the bastard down. The bastard who kissed me without my permission."

Claire's voice was so loud that none of the girls could pretend not to have heard her loudly and clearly.

Damien chuckled. They all knew who she was referring to.

"Yes you should, so that you can at least try."

She turned to him with a glare.

"Let's wait and see then. Whether or not it'll end as a try. Or if you'll be gone for good."

"Claire!!!"

The voice came too quickly that it was hard to tell who the owner of the voice was. Why? Like four of the girls were gawking at Claire. It could be any of them.

Damien didn't want to waste his time on things so unnecessary.

"Let's make a sort of bet before everyone, Claire."

Damien walked to the front where all eyes could see him. He edged towards Claire and stood before her particularly.

"I want everyone to be a witness."

He started. He could see Claire gulp in anticipation, but her eyes said something different.

"You'll get three chances."

He could tell that none of the girls understood what he was hinting at. He chuckled softly.

"If you are unable to scratch me with your arrow after three tries, then you'll do whatever I say!!!"

He moved closer to her, pushing his face forward. His eyes strayed to Mira. Of course he remembered what Mira told him about stirring up a wave of jealousy. But he wouldn't be tossed around by the words of a girl!

"Are you in?"

He whispered the words softly into her face. Her eyes slowly skip through his eyes to his lips. She gulped, pursing her lips. Then she looked away.

"This fool is so full of himself."

She scoffed. Damien took two steps back.

"Is that a yes or no?"

He wanted to hear her speak in plain words.

"Whatever."

Then she raised her voice,

"Let nobody blame me for killing him!!!"

IN YOUR DREAMS.

Damien smirked, walking away.

"Let everyone be a witness to this. If Claire is lucky enough to scathe me with her arrow in three tries, she wins and will get away with whatever condition I end up in, whether or not fatal. But if she is unable to have her way, then I literally own her."

The thought of it to Damien was so exciting.

"I have questions."

Evelyn called everyone's attention.

"What's it, girl?"

Damien demanded.

"What if you really are hurt? What if this doesn't go well? You know how much Claire despises you!!! Don't you think this is an unnecessary ---"

"Yes, yes, we know that you want Damien so bad, but he's wise enough to choose his own luck and doom!"

Mira had snapped at Evelyn.

I SHOULD BE GOOD TO EVELYN. SHE DOESN'T PRETEND LIKE THE REST.

He thought. He looked to another person who had claimed the stance,

"Also, what if Damien wins. How long will Claire be his slave?"

"How dare you call me a slave!!!"

Claire snapped at Jada who had only tried to be reasonable?

"Isn't that literally what it means? He orders you around....isn't that what a master does to his slave?"

Tendzel for no reason supported Jada. Damien was beginning to notice something really strange amongst the girls. It seemed as though they were at a turning point in their lives on the island. That was why he was trying so hard to cultivate their abilities to the best of his wits so when things take a sudden turn, he wouldn't have to be responsible to any of them. More like tied down.

"Enough!"

Damien called before a fight would be let rolling.

"How long will it take for an arrow wound to be healed?"

"How are we supposed to know that?"

Laurette snapped.

Damien stylishly browsed through the system search to get an answer.

"Four weeks. So, she'd be mine for four weeks. It's safe to say that until we leave this island, she'll do whatever I ask of her."

Claire didn't seem to have an objection to it. Damien could smell some sort of metaphorical or advanced motive to Claire's quest, but he couldn't quite figure it out. Not yet.

"Now let's back to work, pussies."

None of the girls dared complain that he called them that. Of course he'd told them that once in a while he would give them hell.

"Shoot!!!"

He called after the instruction again and they did. They were improving gradually. But some of them were still as annoying as ever.

Laurette positioned forward but the arrow dropped right in front of her. Jada's arrow flew sideways. Allison's arrow made it to the foot of the post.

"Good job, Allison. Try harder, you'll hit it."

He urged. Seeing that he complimented Allison, the girls started to add more passion to it.

He kept instructing, and urging them for several minutes as they worked tirelessly.

ARE THEY REALLY WORKING SO HARD FOR MY COCK? BRUH, WHEN DID I BECOME A CELEBRITY.

"Yea!!! Fuck yes!!! I did it."

A very loud voice came, followed by jumping and screaming. Guess who it was.

Claire! She made her first hit. Drake watched her jump around in glee as other girls laughed at how childish she could be when she's so happy.

She strolled to Damien and tiptoed, trying to match up his gaze.

"Watch your back, bitch. I'll be the death of you."

Damien nodded involuntarily. He had no idea why. But it seemed like there was a dark truth in what she'd just said.

YES, SHE MIGHT BE THE DEATH OF ME.

If you know what he means.