Crash-landed On An Island With Nine Beauties

Alone With Ayisha

He swallowed the thoughts, his eyes moving tirelessly in his sockets. He didn't know how to fly a jet. But he sat in the pilot's seat, after hitting his head several times.

And as soon as he grabbed the wheel a window pop-up appeared at his front. Then followed a robotic voice.

[Alarming impact on this territory suddenly unlocked the "cataclysm survival" system. Host: you.]

"What the hell is this?"

Damien didn't know what to think. Is this some kind of stupid games?? What does the system mean??

"Take this shit off..."

Damien threw one of his hand to wave the pop-up off but his hand entered through it. His action has just launched him into the game's interface.

Another window suddenly popped up

[Land the jet, unlock 3000 survival experience points]

What the f**k?

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[Ping! Driving the jet and gaining 100 survival experience points.]

[Ping! Steering the yoke and gaining 200 experience points.]

Damien had no idea what he was doing. All he knew was that he didn't want to die and was going to land the jet. He had no idea how. But that wasn't the time for questions.

And there was the annoying pings of survival experience points he had no idea what to do with.

He had every reason to survive. Don't blame him, but he was so happy that the crazy Alex had fallen off. When he thought of it, his heart missed a beat to think that the life of the super classy nine ladies now depend on whether or not he landed the jet.

"What are you doing? Do you even know how to fly this? What if you get us killed?"

All the ladies had shoved themselves into the cave of the pilot. And of all the freaked out ladies, Claire was the only one who spoke. She was always the sassy bitch, Damien thought.

"Stop driving, you'll get us killed!!!"

"Shut the fuck up, you bitch! Can you drive it? I'll stand up now? Come take my position!"

Damien pretended to want to leave the staring, but Ayisha who had been standing at his back, holding firmly unto pilot's seat, grabbed him,

"Please Damien. Ignore her. You got this."

Damien felt goosebumps. That was a weird moment to feel happy let alone that elated, but he didn't seem to care. Nobody had ever been that good to him. Not since he got this job. 

He quickly pretended as if he wasn't enjoying it. He sat back down. He glared at Claire,

"If you can't help a situation wouldn't you at least keep the fuck shut!!"

All the ladies were so surprised to see the loser Damien shout back. He hadn't shouted back at just anybody, but at Claire. The worshiped model that people would die to take pictures with let alone touch. It was said that her boyfriend was a President's son.

He loved the sudden look of defeat in Claire's face. The shock in her face was everything. Even Tendzel who had wanted to join in took the warning.

Damien looked at Ayisha's hand on his chest, she noticed,

"Please I'm scared. Don't tell me to take it off."

He dared not. Damien knew that he wouldn't dare tell her to, he would only but pray that the situation be prolonged. Nasty.

But he didn't let her know that that was how he felt. He nodded and concentrated back on the driving.

Unbelievably, he was beginning to get the grip of the flying.

AFTER ALL, THESE SURVIVAL EXPERIENCE POINTS HAVE A USE. He thought.

"I can see land."

He notified the terrified ladies, looking in the direction of a piece of large land covered in trees.

"I think it's an island."

One of the ladies said behind him. He wanted to know who that was. Who the lady who could be less scared enough to speak clearly in such situation where the likes of Claire were about to shit their pants.

"I'm going to land this now. Hold on tightly."

He warned, discarding the former urge. He steered the cockpit and then the wheel in the direction.

[Ping! Approaching the land and gaining 300 experience points.]

"Oh God, are we going to make it."

Claire had her fisted hands clutched to her breasts. Damien didn't care. He had enough to worry about. The system suddenly pinged again.

[Ping! Managing airspeed and rate of descent and gaining 700 points.]

OH SHIT, AM I REALLY LANDING. THIS IS UNBELIEVABLE.

Damien smiled to that thought. The way he handled the wheel, it seemed like he'd been a pilot for several years.

He looked again at Ayisha's hand on his chest.

JUST LITTLE TIME MORE, GODDESS. WE'RE LANDING.

He could see the land closely. The ladies too could and some of them were saying their prayers. So witches pray?!

And while Damien thought he was past the retreating waves of the ocean and was approaching land, a sudden missile hit the jet at the front, shattering the windshields and turning the jet upside down.

It happened too quickly. Damien saw many of the ladies fall off the jet through the other side, dropping in the shallow part of the ocean.

He was no exception too. He fell and went deep into the water, swallowed up. Even though he was an acclaimed loser, one thing he was good at was swimming.

He pushed himself to the surface of the angry water. There was nobody in sight. He couldn't see none of the girls. Yet.

"Ayisha."

He looked around but there was no view of life.

"No... no..."

He dived into the water again, submerging and holding his breath to see if he could see her. If someone drowned, such go down right?

[Ping! Diving in a raving ocean and gaining 100 points.]

There was a point for diving too?

"Damien! Damien! Dam --"

Damien saw Ayisha struggling slightly deep into the ocean. He didn't care. He swam straight to her and hugged her to himself, guiding her out of the water.

He put her back on the shore gently. She was unconscious. For a moment he couldn't take his eyes off her beautiful face carved cutely. A gentle beauty.

"Resuscitation."

He thought out loud. That was the only way to bring her back to consciousness. He looked at his hand. He would have to push gently against her round but handful breasts.

Realizing that doing nothing would only cause more trouble, he started pressing her chest. Oops, sorry, her breasts.

It was like a dream come true. His palm pushing at the soft skin of her exposed tits, building up a sudden warmth.

Even though that wasn't the best situation and it seemed like he was taking an advantage, yet he couldn't think of any better option.

After doing several pushes, there was no result. He knew what the best option was. At that moment, it seemed to him like a someone was smiling down at him from the sky and making his wishes come true.

He looked at her lips, they were pink and looked soft. He was drooling. He bent slowly and met her lips. A professional Mouth-to-mouth resuscitation.

But why did her lips taste so good?