Crash-landed On An Island With Nine Beauties

[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."

He brought the window system up.

"Y'all would make me waste these points that I worked my ass off to earn. Y'all are really cruel."

"You really want to die?"

"Do you really think that you can beat us five?"

"Are you dumb, what five? I can take him alone!"

"Don't you love your life? Don't you know who you are messing with?"

Damien looked from the gold-haired to the blue, then to the white, then the plump respectively. His gaze dropped on Randall,

"How about you? You don't have something to say?"

"This brat..."

The blue-haired charged at him but ended up with the fate of the gold-haired.

Damien realized that he didn't have much time. He clicked on the system store and scrolled to the ocean view slot, he bought five surfboards and brought them out. Each surfboard cost 1500 experience points He dropped the surfboards at the feet of the five who were now assembled before him, like he was their father or master and they were about to take instructions. That was pretty much what was about to happen.

"Magic?"

The guys looked stunned.

"Be good boys. Bend down and pick a surfboard each. Then surf your way back home. I'm sorry for the inconveniences but I need this yacht. I have to take my queens home as soon as possible." As soon as he stopped talking, Randall stepped forward.

"I think I have been fair enough. I've been quiet enough. You know at first, I thought you were helpless and needed help. The first glance at you, you looked like the cleaner of the BMX group. Your face looked familiar."

Randall would pause occasionally. He looked so hot when he talked. He continued.

"I can't believe myself. At first, I thought that you ended up on that island. Because we heard that the BMX girls didn't return from the two week vacay. It caused quite a chaos out there. Still trending. Their fans wouldn't stay still..."

"To be sincere, we came this far to see whether or not we would find them. We even fancied the option of stopping at that Island but we saw some beast-like humans stationed everywhere." "You talk too much, Randall. Take the surfboards and leave. I have something else to attend to."

Damien dismissed as though he wasn't impressed by Randall's speculations. Perhaps he wasn't acknowledging it because it was too good to be true. How could Randall had imagined such a thing without having a hint?

He was really impressed but couldn't take the risk of entertaining it.

"You won't blame me for being cruel to you!!"

Randall charged at him and was going to take out his rage but that was quite a cake walk for the loser who had conquered a shark and lion.

Damien had good time beating the five into pulp. It got to a point when he made one beat the other. He watched as they fought each other, using their fists against them.

When he had had enough, he tied all of them to a surfboard each and walked to the steering wheel of the yacht.

He had no experience of driving a yacht. He flipped the window system and called out the LORD OF THE OPEN SEA.

With the help of that skill, he was able to drive the yacht away from the view of the island, gaining about five hundred points.

When he was sure enough that he was far from the island, he stopped the yacht. One after the other, he put each of the surfboard on the ocean, on which the five where tied, face down, chests kissing the board.

"We'll meet later in the future. It won't be too long though, I promise. When the surfboard refuses to go any further, use your arm to paddle. Your fates are in your hands. Let's hope you don't accost a great white shark. Have a happy swim-surfing to Vegas."

He dismissed and watched them float away. He was sure that they could never return to the island. He had nothing to worry about.

"You bastard. I'll have your head."

"Never come back to Vegas."

"I'll hunt your family down."

"I will kill you."

"You will regret the day you were born."

Damien chuckled at their threats.

"This bastard. He doesn't even know my name. How would he hunt my family down?"

He raised his voice as they drifted away.

"We'll meet again. But it'll be on a great occasion."

"I promise."

He muttered. He kept on watching them as they went. When he had hard enough, he turned the yacht.

[Ping! Obtained a yacht and gained 5 system gems.]

Now, he had 12 gems.

Suddenly, he felt a funny thing going on in his stomach. He knew he couldn't keep driving the yacht. He had to relieve himself.

Lucky enough, he saw the jungle in view. He packed the yacht by the shallow path and ran into the woods. He relieved himself.

"Wow that feels so good."

He sighed in relief. It didn't take forever to get the waste out.

Suddenly he heard a swift movement behind him. Before he could turn, he heard,

"Damien..."

His heart cut. By heavens he could tell who that was.

"It's you Damien."

Ayisha.