Chapter 688: Overnight Trip To The Lusty Island

Once she was dressed, Aunt Melanie walked over to me. She pulled me into a tight, warm hug, pressing her heavy breasts against my chest, and kissed me softly on both cheeks the way a caring aunt would.

"Promise you’ll call me when you reach the place," she said, her voice gentle but still carrying a hint of the need from earlier.

"I will, Aunt," I answered, holding her close for a long moment and breathing in her scent one last time.

Maya came next. She stepped in close and wrapped her arms around me as well.

"Sir... please come back soon," she said softly against my shoulder.

"I will, Maya," I promised, and gave her a slow kiss on the lips before letting her go.

I walked both women to the door and said a proper goodbye. After they left, I finally started getting dressed myself. It was already almost afternoon, and the docks where I had to catch the ferry were far from here. I needed to leave soon or I would miss it. By the time I actually reached the place it would already be evening.

Brittany finished zipping up the last part of my bag and looked at me.

"You’re all set, Alex," she said.

Just then Tiffany came through the still-open door, her pregnant belly leading the way.

"Haven’t you changed your mind?" she asked, her voice soft but hopeful.

"No, Tiff. I have to go," I said. I placed my hand gently on her belly, feeling the slight curve where our child was growing inside her.

Tiffany stepped in and took me into a tight hug. She kissed my neck slowly, lingering there. She was the mother of my child, and the sadness of me going away was written all over her face and in the way she held on to me.

"You take care of yourself while I’m gone," I told her quietly, rubbing her back as she stayed pressed against me.

Soon I finished saying goodbye to both the mother and daughter. The three of us walked out of my apartment together. I closed the door firmly behind me, the soft click echoing in the quiet hallway.

"So... I’ll see you soon," I said.

Tiffany and Brittany both bid me a proper goodbye, their eyes lingering on me a little longer than usual. Then I turned and walked toward the elevator alone.

Earlier I had already messaged Mrs. Claire that I would be leaving soon. She had arranged a car for me, and it was waiting downstairs just as she promised.

I stepped out of the MILF apartments and walked straight to the waiting cab. The driver opened the door for me. I loaded my trolley bag into the trunk and climbed into the back seat.

The journey to the docks was quite long. With nothing else to do, I leaned back against the seat and closed my eyes. My phone kept buzzing with calls and messages from many of the women in my growing harem, women I hadn’t met or touched in a long time.

Some of the messages were sweet, others openly needy. But it wasn’t the right time to call any of them back. I simply put the phone on silent and let myself drift off to sleep while the city passed by outside the window.

"Sir, we are here," a voice finally said, pulling me out of my sleep.

I blinked and sat up, realizing we had already reached the docks. It was evening now. The sun was just about to set, painting the entire horizon in deep shades of red and orange. The view was beautiful, the kind of sunset that felt like the ending of something soft and familiar, but also like the beginning of something even more intense and unknown.

"Thanks," I said to the driver. I stepped out of the cab, grabbed my trolley bag, and stood there for a moment, taking in the salty air and the fading light.

After walking around for a bit and taking in the beautiful evening scenery, the red-orange sky reflecting on the water, the salty breeze, the quiet hum of the docks, I checked my phone again.

I found the exact dock number and the name of the ferry I needed to board. With my trolley bag rolling behind me, I started walking in that direction.

As I got closer, I noticed a small group of teenagers laughing and talking excitedly among themselves. They all had backpacks on and looked to be around my age. From the way they were standing and checking their tickets, it was clear they were boarding the same ferry.

The ferry staff checked everyone’s tickets one by one and then let us through. We all stepped onto the boat together. The wooden deck creaked under our feet as the engines hummed softly in the background.

I already knew this ferry was bound for the island I was heading to. I also knew that the island didn’t have much of a younger population.

Curiosity got the better of me. I turned to a guy with curly hair who looked especially excited to be boarding.

"Hey, do you all live on that island?" I asked.

He laughed and shook his head hard.

"No way in hell, bro. We’re just going for the same reason you’re going there," he said with a wide grin.

The other guys around him burst out laughing. I was clearly confused.

Another one of them leaned in, still chuckling.

"Don’t act clueless, bro. We all know you love those mature pussies just like we do. We’ve all heard the stories. One time a group of teenagers went to that island for research purposes and they never came back. A month later, one of them resurfaced and told everyone they were taken in by a cult of women who used them as sex slaves."

A third guy jumped in, his eyes shining with excitement.

"And another time, some guy got drained so hard of his cum that his cock stopped getting up. I’m telling you, bro, that island is not for the weak. The women there are lust demons, I swear."

The whole group kept laughing and exchanging looks, clearly hyped up by their own stories.

My curiosity deepened with every word I heard. I didn’t know how much of it was exaggerated rumor and how much was real, but one thing was certain, I had to explore that lustful island for myself and see what the actual truth was.