Chapter 731: The Raging Storm on The MILF Island

Even though my cock was still stiff and heavy after watching June’s body so closely, I forced myself to finish washing quickly. Chad and his friends were waiting at the temple, and the situation had turned truly tense, two young boys from his group had gone missing overnight. The old island rumors about disappearances weren’t just stories after all.

I rinsed off the last of the soap, stepped out of the bathroom, and wrapped the towel tightly around my waist. My clothes from earlier were still dirty and damp with sweat, so I planned to change into a fresh pair from my bag as soon as I had a moment.

As I came out of the bathroom I went straight to the living room first to check on the situation. I already suspected June might have told her mother about the phone call and the missing boys.

"Hey, I’m just going to get dressed real quick, then we can go," I said to June, who was sitting close beside her mother at the table. The two of them were already deep in a quiet, serious conversation.

"Alex, I think you shouldn’t go out there," Yuki said, her voice full of genuine motherly concern. She looked worried in a way I hadn’t seen before. "The same thing happened with Jake years ago. It’s not safe for you on the island right now."

"Don’t worry, Yuki. I’ll take care of myself and June," I answered, trying to sound calm and responsible even though my cock was still noticeably half-hard under the thin towel while I stood in front of both mother and daughter.

While we were still talking, a sudden strong gust of wind slammed against the house. It felt like a storm was rolling in fast. Within moments the sky outside turned dark, heavy black clouds swallowing the last of the afternoon light. The air grew cooler and the first fat drops of rain began to hit the roof.

A real downpour was clearly on the way.

"The weather is taking a turn for the worse, Alex," Yuki said, already standing up. "It’s not safe for both of you to go out in this." June stood with her.

Together mother and daughter moved to the large glass doors that led out to the veranda and quickly slid them shut, locking out the rising wind that was already rattling the wooden frames.

Just as the three of us stood there in the living room, listening to the sudden storm gather outside, a firm, deliberate knock came at the main front door of the house.

"It must be Dad," June said as she quickly stood up from the table and rushed toward the front door to check.

A moment later her voice carried clearly back into the living room.

"John, what are you doing here?" June asked, the surprise and discomfort already audible in her tone.

I was still standing in the living room and could only hear the exchange. I had no idea who this John was.

"Won’t you invite me in, June?" the man asked from outside, his voice calm and familiar, as if he had stood at that door many times before.

"John, is that you, son?" Yuki called out, her voice suddenly brighter and filled with genuine happiness. She immediately walked toward the main door, passing through the living room, and I followed a few steps behind her out of curiosity. "Come in, son, there’s a storm coming. You’ll get soaked out there."

Yuki pulled the door open wider and warmly invited the man inside. He looked to be around thirty — roughly the same age as June — with a neatly trimmed light beard and long dark hair parted in the middle. He wore a simple navy-blue polo shirt and dark pants, and carried himself with quiet confidence.

June simply stared at him for a long, heavy moment. Then she turned her eyes away, stepped aside without a word, and gave him just enough space to enter the house.

All of us returned to the living room together. John settled onto one of the floor mats near the low table as if he belonged there, resting his hands on his knees.

"Who is this, June? Your cousin brother?" John asked, looking over at me with mild, polite curiosity.

"No, no, John. This is Alex," Yuki explained with a warm smile, glancing between the two of us. "He’s here on volunteer duty from his college. He’s staying with us as a guest for a while. Although June takes care of him almost like a younger brother."

June stood stiffly beside me, arms slightly crossed. She was clearly not happy to see this man, whoever he was. From the tight set of her jaw and the way she refused to look at him for long, I could already guess the truth about their history.

"June... you know why I’m here," John said calmly, his voice carrying a quiet, persistent hope. "Have you thought about what I asked you the last time I was here?"

"I told you already, John. I’m not ready for any relationship," June answered, still refusing to meet his eyes. Her voice was firm but tired. "And please... stop coming here."

Without waiting for another word she turned on her heel and walked out of the living room, climbing the stairs with quick, sharp steps until she disappeared from sight.

"Don’t worry, John. She’ll come around eventually," Yuki said gently, trying to soften the awkward silence that followed. "Should I make some tea for you while you wait out the storm?"

I left Yuki and John talking quietly in the living room and headed up the stairs myself. I still needed to get dressed properly, I couldn’t keep roaming around the house naked under nothing but a towel, especially with an unexpected guest now sitting downstairs.

As I walked up the stairs I found June standing alone in the hallway just outside her room. She simply stood there, completely lost in her own thoughts, and I could hear the soft sound of her quietly sobbing. Her eyes were already wet, fresh tears clinging to her lashes.