Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 1546

Chapter 1546: Chapter 1546

The city was listening.

Lucy cried out softly as she came, her body trembling around Jude’s, her mouth on his neck. Jude followed moments later, groaning into her mouth as their climax spread through the others. It wasn’t a chain. It was a symphony. Each one sang in their own way. Rose’s moan was a hymn. Zoey’s was a growl. Sophie bit Jude’s shoulder while Emma sucked gently on his ear. Their bodies glowed brighter and brighter, until the entire yard was bathed in golden fire.

When they collapsed into the tangled warmth of each other, the vines that had once crept from cracks now wrapped the swing set like garlands. Flowers bloomed from broken asphalt. The sun burned warmer.

Stella touched Jude’s face and whispered, "We’re spreading."

He nodded. "They feel us now."

The others stirred around him - breathless, gleaming, alive.

And then, from beyond the fence, someone spoke.

"Hey," a voice called, uncertain, rough with disbelief. "What is this?"

They all turned.

A woman stood just beyond the schoolyard fence, dressed in scrubs, her bag slung over one shoulder, eyes wide. She wasn’t afraid. Just... stunned. Drawn. Her gaze locked on Jude, then on Lucy, then on all of them. She took a trembling step forward. "I... I was just walking to the bus. And I... felt something."

Zoey rose, graceful and slow, her body still bare and streaked with light. "You heard the rhythm."

The woman blinked. "I don’t know what I heard. Or saw. I thought I was losing my mind. I had to follow it."

Jude stood, golden light spilling off his skin, and stepped toward her.

She backed away instinctively, breath quickening, but she didn’t run.

"What is this?" she whispered. "What are you?"

Rose joined Jude at his side. "A reminder."

The woman stared. "Of what?"

Lucy smiled, stepping forward too. "Of what you forgot."

The woman’s eyes filled with tears.

And then, slowly, she dropped her bag.

Stepped over the fence.

Her hands trembled as she reached out toward Jude. "I don’t understand. But I want to."

He took her hands gently.

"You don’t have to understand," he said. "Just feel."

The moment their palms touched, she gasped - eyes widening, lips parting. Light flickered across her skin. Just a flicker. But it stayed. Her knees buckled, and Jude caught her. She clung to him, shaking.

"I remember," she whispered. "I don’t know how. But I remember something... warm. Something... home."

The others gathered slowly around them.

Not to claim.

To welcome.

Emma wrapped her arms around the woman from behind. Grace kissed her forehead. Susan stroked her hair. Lucy pressed her palm to the woman’s chest and whispered, "It’s already inside you."

And with that, the woman shuddered and began to glow.

Not as brightly as them.

But enough.

Sophie exhaled softly. "One heart at a time."

Rose’s eyes shone. "It begins."

The vines climbed the fences.

The air pulsed once more.

And in the distance, far across the city, a golden petal fell from a tree that no one had planted, landing in the hands of a child on a playground. He stared at it, blinking, heart suddenly full of something he didn’t know how to name.

But he smiled.

And the city began to hum.

The hum deepened. Not loud, not obvious - but undeniable. The city had taken a breath. Somewhere in a subway station, a violinist played a note she’d never known before. In a hospital ward, a patient opened his eyes after a month of sleep. Lovers in a café touched hands across a table and, without a word, both wept.

The woman they’d welcomed into their circle - her name was Elara - sat now with Lucy’s arms around her, her body still trembling from the light. She had not run. She had not questioned. She had simply felt - and in that feeling, she had been changed. Not fully. Not yet. But the seed was there. Jude could see it behind her eyes. And the island could feel it, even from afar.

Jude knelt in front of her, watching her chest rise and fall. "You feel different."

"I feel alive," Elara whispered, her voice breaking. "I feel like I’ve been dreaming my whole life, and now I’m finally awake."

Natalie reached for her hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. "That’s what the beginning feels like."

Elara looked around at the others - so many radiant bodies, each still shining faintly with the memory of something sacred, something impossible. She didn’t ask why they were naked. She didn’t even blink at it anymore. Her eyes were full of something else now.

"I don’t know what I’m supposed to do," she said.

"You’re not supposed to do anything," Sophie said. "Just stay open."

Stella smiled softly. "But if you want to stay close to us... you’ll feel more."

"I want that," Elara said instantly. Then her voice dipped quieter. "I don’t want to go back to sleep."

Jude rose to his feet, offering her his hand. "Then walk with us."

She stood slowly, still a little unsteady, but when she took his hand, her back straightened. Her glow brightened. The light around her wasn’t just gold - it was laced with rose and violet and deep green, like new life blooming through her skin. Her scrubs clung to her awkwardly, like they didn’t belong anymore. Grace stepped forward, her touch featherlight.

"You don’t need those," she said gently.

Elara hesitated.

Then she reached down, pulled the scrubs over her head, and let them fall to the ground. Beneath, she wore nothing. And in her nudity, there was no shame. She stood tall, raw, revealed.

"I remember now," she said. "I’ve dreamed of this place before. This feeling."

Rose nodded. "The island lives in all of us. We were just the first to listen."

They moved again - Jude, the twelve, and now Elara - walking through the city as though they were the only ones who truly existed. Their steps didn’t echo. Their touch didn’t bruise.