Island Diaries: My Life with Ten Beauties

I survived the tsunami and the shipwreck. "I'm alive!" I let out a scream and started running crazily on the beach, venting my complex emotions. When I finally calmed down, I stopped in my tracks suddenly, and the cold waves lapped at my ankles. Where was I? I remembered the huge wave hitting the yacht's deck before I lost consciousness. It was the yacht the company rented for the group outing, so there were over a hundred people on board. Could I be the only survivor? I quickly looked around and saw a woman lying motionless on the beach about ten meters away. I had to go and check on her! After crossing a few sea rocks, I was now walking towards the woman in black. Her coat was gone, probably because she fell into the water. Only a white shirt left of her that was completely soaked and transparent. Her skirt had been rolled up to her waist by the sea, revealing her black lace panty, which was barely covering her downstairs area and exposing most of her pale buttocks. Despite her disheveled state, I could tell at a glance that this woman had a perfect figure. At that moment, the woman, who hadn't moved, groaned in pain. Her voice sounded familiar. I came to my senses quickly, realizing that the most important thing right now was to save her. I hurriedly turned her over but when I saw her face clearly, I was furious. This woman was my boss, Stella Smith, a well-known beauty in the industry. She was always distant and had never even spared me a glance. More importantly, it was her insistence that we take the yacht for the company outing that led to this shipwreck! If it weren't for her, I wouldn't be in this disaster! Forget it, saving her was more important. After struggling for a moment, I sighed and knelt beside her, tearing open her shirt buttons and revealing her fair skin. I swallowed subconsciously. ‘She's dying. What am I thinking?!’ I slapped my face hard, trying to cast away my naughty thoughts. Taking a deep breath, I placed my hands on her chest. Once I felt the softness on my palms, I couldn't help but squeeze a little. Then, I squinted and recalled how to perform CPR. Just as I was about to proceed, Stella's eyes, which had been tightly shut, suddenly opened. She looked at me like a frightened deer, her eyes were filled with confusion. I froze, "Don't get me wrong, I was just..." Before I could finish, Stella kicked me in the stomach. I gasped in pain, instinctively clutching my belly. "You pervert! Leo told me you were no good, but I never believed him. You're fired!" Stella clutched her collar, glaring at me with eyes filled with contempt and hurt. I twitched my lips in anger. Wasn’t it obvious that it was Leo who had stolen my girlfriend, and he even badmouthed me to Stella?! Leo Williams, a man in his thirties, was a highly trusted elite, who was introduced to us by Stella's uncle; he had great power in the company. Quinn Taylor, my ex-girlfriend, joined the company's advertising department with me three years ago. She was cheerful and beautiful, attracting the gaze of many single men in the company. Ever since I started pursuing Quinn, I spent almost my entire monthly salary on her. After finally winning over this goddess, I worked tirelessly, attempting to get promoted quickly, so I could propose to her. All my beautiful fantasies were shattered a month ago. After working late, I saw Quinn making out with Vice President Leo in the parking lot! Though I hadn't made much money in the years since retiring from the army, I still had my dignity. I broke up with Quinn on the spot. I didn't want to stay at the company any longer and was planning to resign after Christmas. But since that night, Leo had been giving me a hard time at work, docking me almost a month's pay. I stood up with a cold face, turned, and walked away, not wanting to explain further. It was getting late, and the temperature on the beach began to drop as the sun was setting. The sea breeze made me feel cold and only exacerbated my hunger. The only good thing was that the lighter in my pocket was still there. Soon, I found a large rock over three meters high on the beach. I leaned against the rock, used some dry branches I had picked up, and started a bonfire. Sitting by the fire, I took off my wet clothes and used branches to dry them. As I watched the steam rise from my clothes, I lost myself in thought. The sea breeze grew colder, and the sky began to drizzle. I quickly got up, gathered some large leaves, and built a makeshift shelter. The bonfire was well-protected, and I sighed in relief, ready to lie down, rest, and wait for the rain to stop. Suddenly, Stella’s cry pierced the air. Looking up, I saw her hobbling toward me, her leg seemingly hurt. She barely made it a few steps before tumbling to the ground. Her neckline had come undone again, and in a fluster, Stella tried to cover up while scrambling to rise, looking utterly disheveled. "Zack, what kind of man are you?! Can't you come here and help me?!" Stella shouted angrily at me. "When I tried to save you earlier, you accused me of harassment. Why would I dare touch you now?" I spread my hands, "Figure it out yourself, Ms. Smith." "You!" Stella's eyes instantly reddened. She was soaking wet and covered in sand after her fall; she looked nothing like her usual polished self. Now, she seemed more like a distressed young girl. Seeing Stella's pitiful tears, I sighed and finally stood up, walking towards her in the rain. I put her arm over my shoulder with one hand and wrapped the other around her waist. With a gentle pull, I helped her up from the ground. "Behave yourself, and don't get any ideas!" Stella, though leaning against me, clearly didn't want to be supported this way. Her eyes still showed that she was feeling wronged, as if I had taken advantage of her. She walked quickly, but the rain made the beach slippery. After a few steps, she stumbled and fell face-first. I panicked and instinctively caught her in a princess carry. Her skirt got caught under my arm, and my hand firmly held her butt. My fingers accidentally slipped inside the edge of her panty, the excessive softness making me freeze. "Who said you could hold me, you pervert?!" Stella shrieked, turning and slapping me.