Crash-landed On An Island With Nine Beauties novel Chapter 61

"Damien... Damien."

What followed that call was the lifting of his body into the arms of whoever the girl was. Then his face pushed into two full mounds of flesh. Oh, goodness, he knew what those were. He slowly opened one of his eyes, his face was buried in the cleavages of one of the girls who was hugging his body tightly.

He couldn't really tell who that was. He wanted to know. The voice gave him three options, he didn't want to start off guessing. If he was to find out who that was, he would have to push his body back a little bit so he could look up at the person's face. But that might make him seem suspicious.

Also, he wasn't ready to pull his face away from the nice full tits, instead he wanted to find a way to either kiss them or if possible suck on the nipples. But he would be doing too much, huh?

"What are we going to do, Allison. Is he alright?"

Evelyn had referred to the person hugging him tightly as Allison. That made sense to Damien.

"Please come and help me, let me put him on my back."

Allison called at the rest of the girls. Damien had a quick game he wanted to play. He wanted to see whether or not it was necessary to be keep being concerned about the girls. He wanted to know whether or not they were worth all he had been doing for them.

This is kinda a test he had for them. He hoped that they wouldn't give him a reason to change towards them.

If they all passed, he had plans already. But if they failed, he was scared what he was going to do. He would wait for the result.

Though it was meant to be a test, he was obviously enjoying what came with it.

"I'll put him on my back."

That voice was very familiar. Damien could tell. He needed to be sure though before building trust around it.

"Claire? You?"

Damien could hear Jada call in disbelief. Damien wanted to pull himself away to see for himself whether or not he was being fooled, but he couldn't risk being caught. At least not at such a sensitive, rare and unbelieving moment.

"So what? After all, he's not conscious. He can't know."

Claire moved closer to Damien then turned her back to him, going down on one of her knees.

"I'll skin whoever tell him I did this alive!!!"

She threatened.

"Are you sure you can carry him? He's been strong lately."

SHUT UP, YOU FOOL, SHE CAN CARRY ME!!!

Damien hated Mira for the first time. Why would she ruin such a chance to prove the real person of Claire?

"It's strange that you're worried about my back when he's lying unconsciously here."

"I thought you wanted him dead. Didn't you make a bet?"

Evelyn reminded Claire who rolled her eyes.

"Of course I made a bet to kill him!!! Why should he die before then?"

"So you want to save him so you could be the one to kill him?"

Jada tried to understand what Claire had said.

"Can we just stop this already?"

Allison snapped. The girls were knocked back to reality. Damien couldn't help but wonder that, if for real that he was unconscious and had three seconds to be saved, wouldn't he be dead already? Was there a time that these girls don't actually have something to argue about?

"I need two more girls."

Allison called.

"Me, me!!!"

Evelyn and Jada rushed to her. Evelyn rolled her eyes at Jada. She couldn't forget the moment with the wolf. But with the look of both faces, it was obvious that they would be putting their differences aside until further notice.

"Are you sure you can?"

Allison asked for the last time.

"My knees are hurting please."

Claire avoided the question. Allison, Evelyn and Jada helped put Damien on her back. Claire grabbed both his arms reaching out under her shoulders and wrapped them around her tits.

OH, GOOD LORD.

Damien gulped. He hadn't felt the touch of her titties before, let alone the taste. He gulped hungrily at the thought of it.

WHY MUST SHE BE SO HARD TO --

"Help her..."

He heard someone call as Claire lost her balance trying to get on her feet.

DON'T THROW ME DOWN, BITCH.

Damien could only hope. What was he thinking when he came up with the impromptu plan? That there wouldn't be risks involved? He wish!

Point in time, almost all the girls rushed to her and steadied Claire from falling.

"Oo... that was close."

She sighed in relief.

"Are you sure you can do this?"

It was Mira's turn to ask.

"Just stay close enough and stop making me nervous."

Claire snapped. She took her first step and groaned.

"This bastard is so heavy."

She cursed.

WHO IS A BASTARD? I SHOULD BITE YOUR EAR.

Damien could only grit his teeth. Claire took another feet.

"Try to push your body up a bit. Then walk as if you have nothing on your back, it'll help ease the weight."

Ayisha explained.

"Okay, I got this."

Claire promised herself and began to take thoughtful steps. If you ask Damien, he never thought that he had added so much weight. For a fact, shouldn't the case be opposite? After all, they Crash-landed On an inhibited island.

LAURETTE AND TENDZEL HAVE BEEN QUIET. DID THEY STAY BACK AT THE CASTLE?

Damien didn't want to be bothered by unnecessary thoughts. There were still important things to note.

Claire seemed to had gained a balance now, and was taking slow but steady steps.

CLAIRE. WHAT SHALL I DO WITH YOU?

He slowly put his head on her back, pushing his cheek to the corner of her neck. His arms wrapped around her titties. It was a very comfortable position.

"You bastard don't feel so comfortable."

Claire groaned, shaking her arms. Damien involuntarily chuckled.

"Wait, I heard something."

Mira who had been watching closely called their attention.

"Like what?"

Allison asked. Evelyn was already scared, looking around whether or not she could see anything scary.

"Like Damien chuckled."

Majority of the girls hissed at her.

"That's just dumb. Someone is very unconscious, don't you know that once in a while he would breath heavily?"

Claire countered. Mira nodded.

"I must be hearing things."

WHY DOES HER HAIR BADLY. WASH YOUR HAIR BITCH.

Damien had something else to worry about.

The walk to the castle was silent and long. Damien slept off on her back.

When next he opened his eyes, he was lying on the foam board in his room, and the nine girls were gathered around. He sat up.

"He's awake."

"Damien are you alright?"

"Do you feel pain anywhere?"

"How about your arm?"

"And your thigh?"

He didn't know which of the questions to answer first. He decided not answer any. He looked at his arm where the lion had clawed him. There was a green substance which had been applied on it.

He looked away from the wound to all the girls, picking each of them in his curious gaze.

"Who applied this? What was it?"

He asked. Allison stepped forward.

"I did."

"What does the plant look like?"

He had his reasons for asking the details.

"It looks sort of black with red flower."

[Ping! Jungle Wits: Matin root, eats up the flesh and inflict more pain.]

[Ping! System medics: The effect was automatically corrected by the medical team of the CATACLYSM SURVIVAL SYSTEM.]

OH, THANK GOODNESS.

Damien sighed. He looked back at the girls. He was really touched that were so concerned about his recovery. They didn't plan his coup instead.

Truth be told, he wouldn't be surprised if they planned his coup while he was sleeping. He hardly gets surprised now!!!

"I do appreciate your concerns and the fact that you didn't plan my coup while I was unconscious. But next time, if you are not certain of what a plant does, please don't use it. You might be causing more harm than good."

"You shouldn't complain. At least not yet. You just ruined the gratitude you gave!!!"

Claire attacked him. He wanted to jump at her, pull her into his chest and teach those lips of hers some manners. He dumped the thought.

The thought of her kindness, and her sassy quality clashed heavily in his mind.

He looked away from her as though she didn't anything. He slowly stood up from the bed.

"Let's talk later."

He headed to the door.

"Are you dumb or what? How could you even think of moving when you were so badly hurt. Or can't you see? Do you need glasses to see your arm and thigh?"

Damien observed his arm. Truth be told, the scars were scary and deep, but he felt no pain. Same goes for his thigh. Though there were deep marks, yet there was no pain from them.

It meant that his inner organs had been healed, but his flesh would need time to close up. He would appreciate if the system could render some sort of assistance at such level.

He nodded slowly and looked back at Allison, he traced the faces of the rest of the girls. He could see a death stare in Claire's eyes. At this rate, he might end up falling for her?

He rolled his eyes and resumed edging towards the door as though he heard nothing.

When he was close enough to the door, Evelyn and Mira ran to stand in his way, at the front of the door.

"You'll have to hit us before you leave!!!"

Evelyn barked.

HIT US?

Those words sounded strangely new to him. Why hadn't he ever thought of raising his hands on them? Of course he'd been very mad at them. Recollecting all the memories of the hell they'd put him through before they ended up on the island, he would be justified to dig an underground harbor and starve them till they all look like broomsticks.

But it was strange that he never thought of that. And at that moment, he couldn't stomach it either. Of course he had his way to make them pay. He won't be a monster of hate and revenge.

"Let's teach him some sense."

Claire rushed to him and dug her fingers into the mark of the claws on his arms.

"Claire!!!!"

Evelyn eyes widened. She rushed to Claire and pushed her away. They fell on each other.

But Damien stood there without batting an eye.

"How... how did he do --"

"He didn't feel p--"

The girls could hardly find their words.

[Ping! System notification: Five of your subjects are outside the castle.]

He turned slowly at the two who had just fallen.

"Meet me in the living room, the Cannibals are here."

He walked to Mira, bent slowly, lifted her and carried her to his foam bed. Then he walked out of the room.

Leaving the girls stunned.

"How could he not feel pain?"

"Didn't you hurt him?"

"Could he be faking it?"

"You fool, how could he... are you blind?"

"Who did you call a fool?"

Damien didn't have time for bickers. He was climbing down the stairs already.