Chapter 689: Lust Demons of The Island

As I was still talking with the group of boys, the ferry staff’s voice came over the speakers, announcing that the boat would be departing soon.

We were all standing out on the open upper deck when the engines rumbled louder beneath our feet and the ferry finally pulled away from the dock. The wooden planks vibrated gently as the boat gained speed. Behind us, the land and the glowing lights of the harbor slowly grew smaller and smaller until they were just a faint line on the horizon.

The sky kept getting darker the farther we moved out to sea. Everything looked beautiful in that fading light, the deep blue water stretching endlessly in every direction, the last orange and purple streaks still left from the sunset, and the cool, salty sea breeze constantly washing over our faces and clothes.

It was going to be a full overnight trip.

From what I had been told, the island was really far away, so depending on the weather and the waves we would probably only reach the place late at night or early the next morning.

Just as I was standing there by the railing, quietly wondering about the new adventure waiting for me on that mysterious island, one of the guys suddenly lifted his phone and started speaking into the camera.

"Hey hey guys, it’s your boy Chad! I’m gonna be making videos of everything starting now. As you all know, me and the boys are going to the infamous island, yeah, the same one that seems to have lots of lustful demon women. I know it’s just the rumors, so I’ll be debunking the myths. Stay tuned with me!"

The curly-haired guy — Chad — recorded the whole energetic intro while grinning widely at his phone screen, clearly already in full content-creator mode.

I raised an eyebrow and looked over at him with mild curiosity.

"Hey, you making a vlog?" I asked.

"Yeah, I post these videos on TikTok and Instagram. I’ve got a good following already. This content is gonna make me huge, bro," he said proudly, still holding his phone up and occasionally glancing at the screen to check the framing.

His friends kept laughing and joking loudly with each other around him, full of restless energy and excitement for the trip. The whole group was loud, cheerful, and tightly knit. I was the only one who had boarded the ferry completely alone, with no friends or companions standing beside me.

As we were still talking on the deck, an old man sitting nearby suddenly started laughing maniacally.

"Hahahaha!"

He was sitting on a wooden bench a few meters away, holding a half-empty beer bottle in one hand. His clothes looked old and rugged, and his face was weathered from years under the sun.

Chad turned toward him with a frown.

"What are you laughing at, old man?" he asked.

The old man took a long sip from his bottle, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, and looked at all of us with a strange, knowing grin.

"You lot think you’re gonna get what you came all the way here for? Hahahaha..." he said, his voice rough and amused.

Something about his tone made me curious. It felt like he actually knew something.

"Do you know something?" I asked him directly.

He locked eyes with me for a second, then spoke more seriously.

"I’ll tell you this — take the next ferry back as soon as you land on that cursed land."

One of the guys from Chad’s group immediately laughed and shot back.

"No way. We came from so far, we ain’t gonna return. We know you old guys don’t like it when young men visit your island. You know you can’t do anything except stand by and watch other men cuck you by sleeping with your women."

The old man just shook his head slowly, still wearing that same cryptic smile.

"Don’t say I never warned you," he muttered. Then he stood up, still holding his beer, and walked away down the deck, probably heading to his cabin for the night.

After he left, we all sat down together on a large wooden bench near the railing. I mostly just looked out at the darkening sea and the endless horizon while the group of boys scrolled through their phones, laughing and showing each other memes.

Then, suddenly, a woman appeared from the stairs that led below deck and started walking past us slowly.

Every single one of us froze. Whatever we had been doing — talking, scrolling, laughing — stopped instantly.

She was a mature woman, but that wasn’t the only reason we all went silent. She was wearing a long, flowing white dress made of soft, light material that should have been loose-fitting. Yet the way her body was sculpted made the fabric cling tightly to every curve as she walked with a slow, hypnotic sway.

Her body looked huge and juicy from every angle. Her cleavage was massive — those heavy, full breasts almost seemed ready to spill out of the low neckline with every step she took. And the way the soft white fabric clung to her ass left absolutely nothing to the imagination. It clearly showed just how big, round, and sinful her backside was. The heavy cheeks moved and shifted with each slow step, and the deep cleft between them was outlined perfectly under the thin material.

The sight was so intense that all of us just sat there staring like complete perverts, unable to look away as she walked past.

When she walked past us, she slowly turned her head and looked at every single one of us in turn. Her eyes were heavy and half-lidded, almost like she was drunk on pure lust. Those hungry, dark eyes looked like she was ready to devour any man she found interesting enough.

Her gaze moved slowly over the whole group, lingering for a second on each face... until it finally stopped and locked directly onto me.