Chapter 707: Adventure Begins on the MILF Island

I got up from the bed and found my clothes scattered across the wooden floor. I pulled them on quickly, still half-dazed. My cock felt filthy and slick against the fabric of my underwear, sticky with dried cum and the woman’s juices. I really needed a shower.

There was no way I had spent the entire night just masturbating to hallucinations. The woman had been real. Every filthy, overwhelming moment of her had been real. And some quiet part of me still wanted her warmth back.

She had that kind of effect on me, the kind that lingered long after the body was gone.

After I finished dressing, I looked around the small cabin for my trolley bag. Then the memory clicked into place. I had never brought it down here with me. I had left it up on the deck the night before.

I climbed the narrow stairs out of the cabin and stepped onto the open deck. The morning air hit me at once, cool, clean, and carrying the smell of salt. A few meters away I saw the group of guys from last night already gathered in a loose circle near the railing, bags at their feet, clearly ready to deboard.

I turned and looked out at the island rising behind the ferry. We were approaching a small, quiet harbor. The weather was perfect, bright sunlight, a steady sea breeze, and not a cloud in the sky. Thick green mountains rose in the distance, covered in dense vegetation that looked almost too lush to be real.

From this angle the place felt like pure paradise. If someone only saw the view, they would never believe the dark stories and rumors that clung to this island.

"Hey, Alex!"

I turned. It was Chad, the curly-haired guy from the group, waving me over. I walked toward him and immediately noticed he was holding my trolley bag by the handle.

"Hey... I think that’s my bag," I said, recognizing the familiar scuffed design on the side.

Chad nodded and gave it a little shake. "Yeah. I found it here on the deck. You forgot to bring it down to your cabin. But you weren’t in your cabin last night, right?" He looked at me with a curious little half-smile, waiting for an answer.

"Yeah, I wasn’t. How did you know?" I asked, taking the trolley bag from Chad by the handle. The familiar weight of it felt grounding after everything that had happened.

Chad scratched the back of his curly hair and grinned. "We were getting bored last night, so we decided to drink up on the deck. That’s when we saw your bag just sitting there. We went and asked one of the crew members about your cabin, but nobody was inside. We almost thought you’d fallen over the railing into the sea."

The rest of the group burst out laughing as Chad finished the story, the sound carrying easily in the morning air.

"I was in another cabin," I said simply.

Chad’s eyes widened. "Don’t tell me that woman actually gave you a chance?"

Every one of them leaned in a little, waiting for my answer with open curiosity.

"Did you see her today?" I asked instead of answering directly.

"No, bro. We all came up here early. Nobody had started deboarding yet, but she isn’t anywhere to be seen." Chad glanced around the deck, scanning the scattered passengers and crew.

"Yeah," I muttered, doing the same. My eyes moved over the people still on the ferry, half-expecting to catch a glimpse of that thick, mature figure or the white robe. There was nothing. Just strangers and the bright morning light.

Chad shrugged and changed the subject. "Anyway, where are you staying? We’ll be at the Buddhist temple. Why don’t you join us?"

"Someone will be here to pick me up," I said. I pulled my phone out of my pocket and opened the message thread from Mrs. Claire, checking the details she had sent me about the official arrangements. "I told you — I’m here through the college."

One of Chad’s friends clapped his hands once. "Let’s go then."

The ferry had finished docking. We all moved together toward the gangway and slowly deboarded onto the small harbor. The wooden planks of the pier felt solid under my feet after a night on the water. Sea breeze pushed against my face, carrying the clean smell of salt and green vegetation from the island.

We walked a short distance away from the ferry, closer to the main path that led inland. That was when I saw him, a man standing near the edge of the harbor holding a simple white sign with my name written clearly across it in black marker.

"I think that’s me," I said, already moving toward the man.

The group of guys walked with me over to the man holding the sign.

"Hey, I’m Alex," I said.

He was a short man, a little heavy around the middle, with an ethnically ambiguous face that was hard to place. He was clearly older, short white hair, calm eyes, and a warm, easy smile that made him look approachable.

"Oh, welcome, son. I hope your journey was good. Let me take care of your bag." He reached out and took the trolley from my hand without waiting for permission.

According to the message Mrs. Claire had sent me, I would be homestaying with this man’s family for the duration of my stay.

Chad stepped forward beside me. "Hey, uncle, could you tell us how to get a ride to the Buddhist temple?"

The older man nodded. "The temple’s on my way home. Hop on my truck, and I’ll drop you all off."

He gestured toward a small, slightly weathered pickup truck parked nearby. The open cargo bed had plenty of space. Up front, the passenger side only had room for two people. Chad and I climbed into the front seat while the rest of the guys hopped into the back, settling themselves among their bags.

The man started the engine. The truck rumbled to life, and we pulled away from the small harbor, leaving the ferry and the sea behind us. The narrow road inland was lined with thick green vegetation, and warm island air drifted through the open windows.

Almost immediately, Chad pulled out his phone and started recording a video, pointing the camera at himself first.