Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 1553

Chapter 1553: Chapter 1553

Jude reached for Lucy again, and together they stood in the center as a crowd formed around them - people stripping off layers, crying, trembling, reaching. A man dropped to his knees and pressed his forehead to Jude’s thigh, murmuring something in a language neither of them knew. A girl no older than twenty pulled Lucy into a deep, aching kiss and sobbed against her neck.

The pulse began to spread.

The buildings shimmered.

Glass turned to light. Concrete softened. The air filled with something warm and sweet, like nectar and skin and safety.

They were making a second island.

Jude turned to Lucy, breath ragged. "It’s happening."

She kissed him, fierce and full of tears. "We need the others."

And through the shifting light, the veil opened again.

One by one, they stepped through.

Rose first, hair glowing like a wildfire, her mouth curved in triumph. Then Zoey, Grace, Emma, Sophie, Susan, Stella, Natalie, Scarlet, Layla, and Elara. Each one radiant. Each one bare. Each one a vessel of the island’s new rhythm.

The crowd didn’t scatter.

They knelt .

Not in worship - but in readiness.

Rose moved among them like a priestess, touching, kissing, blessing with hands and hips and heat.

Emma took a woman into her arms and lay her down on the sidewalk, their bodies curling together in something that wasn’t sex, but made them both moan.

Grace knelt in front of a man who trembled like a boy, and whispered into his mouth until he melted.

Sophie climbed a bench and spread her arms. "You’re allowed to want. You’re allowed to touch. You’re allowed to feel again."

And the world cracked open.

The sky above them bent - not broken, but stretched - revealing a second layer, a hidden pulse. Starlight poured through. The moon shifted shape, becoming a spiral. The stars rearranged again, this time into twelve points around a single flame.

Layla kissed Jude’s shoulder, then dropped to her knees and took him into her mouth without hesitation, without shame, her eyes locked on his.

The crowd didn’t look away.

They watched .

Some joined. Some touched. Some cried. But none turned in fear.

Jude moaned, his hands tangled in Layla’s hair, his hips moving slowly, reverently. Lucy kissed his mouth, her hand stroking his chest. Rose kissed his back, her body pressed close.

He wasn’t a man anymore.

He was a temple.

When he came, it wasn’t just seed - it was light , pouring into Layla, pulsing through her. She moaned as it filled her, her body arching, glowing brighter until she collapsed against his thigh with a shuddering breath.

And the street exploded in moans.

People kissed.

Touched.

Undressed.

The new island spread from their feet like fire in dry grass.

Not destruction.

Creation.

Jude turned to his wives, his circle, his lovers, his goddesses.

They stood around him, breathless, golden, marked with sweat and light.

"This is just the beginning," he said.

Rose nodded. "We’ll go everywhere."

Lucy smiled. "We’ll remind them."

Emma took his hand. "And when the world has changed - "

"We’ll find the next one," Zoey finished.

Together, they stepped through the veil again, leaving a new garden blooming behind them.

And ahead, a thousand more waited.

The veil closed behind them like a breath releasing, and the world they left behind shimmered in gold and soft cries, echoing with the sound of love rediscovered. Jude held Lucy’s hand tightly as they emerged into the next place - another threshold, another wound waiting to be healed. This space was darker, not in color, but in emotion. He could feel it the moment their feet touched the earth: the ache here wasn’t numbness. It was pain.

They stood at the edge of a vast, silent plain. A graveyard of collapsed cities stretched before them - not ruined by war, not scorched or broken - but hollowed out, left behind. The buildings were still standing. The streets still paved. But the windows were empty, the doors ajar. It felt like no one had spoken aloud here in decades. Even the wind moved carefully.

The others stepped through the veil beside them, their bare feet stirring the dust.

"This place forgot how to want," Rose murmured, scanning the empty buildings. "It didn’t die. It just stopped."

"Grief," Emma said softly, her fingers tracing invisible symbols in the air. "Something was lost. And they chose silence instead of healing."

"They buried desire with it," Zoey added, walking ahead. "We need to dig it back up."

Jude felt it too, humming beneath the ground like a cry muffled under blankets. This wasn’t about awakening. It was about remembering.

Lucy pressed against his side, her fingers sliding along his spine. "Let’s go into one of the houses."

They picked the first one. The door opened with a soft groan. Inside, everything was in place - like whoever had lived here had left in a hurry or simply evaporated mid-step. A mug on the counter. A sweater slung over the back of a chair. A calendar on the wall that stopped fifty years ago.

Natalie stepped into the kitchen and ran her hands along the surfaces. "It’s like it’s waiting for someone to come back."

"No," Stella said gently. "It’s waiting to be touched."

Jude moved to the center of the living room, where a low couch still held the imprint of a body long gone. He sat, then leaned back. Lucy climbed into his lap, her knees straddling him. She didn’t speak - just kissed him, long and slow, her hips pressing down, her body warm against his.

Around them, the others moved through the house.

Emma stretched across the dining table, her fingers curled around the edge as Grace leaned down and kissed up her thigh, slow and reverent. Zoey sank to her knees beside a hallway mirror and whispered to her reflection before turning and crawling toward the bedroom with Natalie behind her.

They weren’t rushing.

They weren’t claiming.

They were remembering.

Jude cupped Lucy’s face as she began to move over him, their bodies rocking together in slow waves.