Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 1571

Chapter 1571: Chapter 1571

Jude looked up at the great tree. The bark had sealed again, but its light pulsed with each of their heartbeats. He could feel it inside him now, in his chest, his blood, his breath. A tether. A promise. A purpose.

"We need a place," Grace said softly, brushing moss from her thigh. "A true place. Not just a camp. A home."

Zoey grinned. "You mean like a temple?"

Stella laughed. "Or a palace."

"No," Sophie said, folding her arms. "Not something we build to worship. Something that breathes with us. Something we are ."

Rose stepped forward, the last petals sliding down her shoulders like a blessing. "Then we let the island show us. It knows now. It’s watching through us."

They stood in silence, and the moss beneath them began to shift. Slowly at first, then all at once. Roots curled up from the ground, weaving in patterns. Vines slid down from the trees, interlacing with the roots, threading leaves and blossoms into their seams. A low hum filled the glade as the forest shaped itself, pulsing with light and intention.

Before their eyes, a structure began to rise.

Not stone. Not wood. Something between the two. A living dwelling, grown rather than built. Domes and curves, open archways shaped like petals, floors made of woven bark that pulsed faintly with warmth. Crystals embedded in the trunks of nearby trees glowed with soft amber light.

They watched in awe as the forest offered them shelter - not a house, but a sanctuary.

A place born from unity.

A home.

Scarlet touched one of the arches. "It’s warm."

"Alive," Natalie whispered. "It’s... listening."

Jude stepped forward, feeling the pull of the tree behind him and the pulse of the new home before him. His hands reached for the arch, and as his fingers brushed it, the structure responded - lighting up, blooming, welcoming.

They moved in together, naked and free, exploring rooms they hadn’t shaped but knew were meant for them. There were resting spaces lined with soft moss and petals, water trickling from glowing roots, mirrors formed from perfectly still pools, and chambers where light filtered through the ceiling like sunlight in a dream.

At the heart of it all stood a wide circular chamber, with space for all thirteen of them to lie together. A bed of moss and vines spread out like a flower in bloom, lined with silk-like fronds, and scented with wild jasmine.

Lucy spun slowly, laughing. "It’s like the island made us a bedroom the size of the stars."

Zoey tackled her into the moss, and the two of them rolled in laughter, bodies tangled. Jude smiled, watching as the others joined, piling into the space one after another, giggling, touching, teasing. Emma tried to stay aloof, but even she cracked a smile as Grace pulled her in. Natalie laid across Susan, whispering something that made her blush. Stella straddled Sophie playfully. And Rose simply lay at the center, waiting.

Jude stepped forward, and twelve heads turned toward him.

He was still glowing, but the light was calmer now. Not burning - it was humming.

"You’ve all changed," he said softly.

"So have you," Scarlet murmured.

Lucy rose to her knees. "You’re still Jude. But you’re also the island’s heartbeat now."

He knelt with her, and she pressed her forehead to his. One by one, the others closed in, forming the circle once more. Their hands touched - arms, shoulders, thighs, backs. Breath mingled. Eyes closed. And the light returned - not as a flash this time, but a slow radiance, a warm, steady glow that filled the chamber.

They stayed like that until the sun dipped low, and the world outside turned violet and gold.

Later, they lay sprawled in lazy entanglement, warmth between them and around them.

"I keep expecting to wake up," Susan whispered.

"You won’t," Rose murmured. "This is real."

Emma opened one eye. "And if someone else comes? Another group? Another Jude?"

"They’ll come," Stella said. "Eventually."

"And we’ll be here," Lucy said. "To guide them."

Zoey propped herself on one elbow. "So we’re like... the first tribe?"

"No," Sophie said, pressing a kiss to her shoulder. "We’re the roots."

They fell into sleep slowly, drifting one by one. Jude stayed awake longest, watching the canopy through the open ceiling, where stars had begun to appear in constellations he didn’t recognize - but now understood.

When he finally closed his eyes, the island whispered one last thing to him, not in words, but in sensation.

You are home.

And in the night, beneath the pulsing breath of the living tree, Jude and his twelve wives slept as one.

Not alone.

Not lost.

But whole .

The morning did not break so much as emerge, soft and golden, like a lover’s sigh against the skin. Light filtered through the vine-woven canopy, dappling the room in fluid patterns of amber and green. Jude stirred first, his breath deep and slow, eyes fluttering open to a world that still shimmered faintly with the afterglow of what they’d become. He didn’t move at first. He simply lay there, surrounded by the sleeping forms of his wives, the steady rhythm of their breaths syncing with his own.

Lucy’s leg was tangled with his, her cheek resting against his chest. Her hair glowed faintly with pollen, a halo of wild beauty. On his other side, Emma had one arm flung over his waist, her face calm and soft in sleep. Beyond them, the others lay draped across each other like petals after rainfall - Susan curled into Natalie, Zoey and Grace nestled together like flame and smoke, Stella sprawled on her back with her arm under Scarlet’s neck, and Sophie facing away but pressed close enough to feel every rise and fall of Jude’s breath.

Only Rose was missing.

Jude felt it before he saw it, the subtle pull in the roots, the faint void in the air. He sat up carefully, untangling himself with reverence. Lucy stirred but didn’t wake, only sighed and rolled deeper into the moss.