The Only Man On An Island Of Beauties

Chapter 10: Help

Upon hearing those words, Jackson’s breathing hitched. He was caught off-guard by the intensity of Irene’s gaze.

“So, why do you always say that you’ll just protect me, and not even talk about your own?” Irene added, her tone low. “Don’t you love your life anymore? Is that why you’re being risky, as if you have nine lives?!”

Irene’s grip on Jackson tightened as she said those words.

Jackson couldn’t speak as she looked at Irene’s face. She looked mad and flustered at the same time, which shocked him.

He had always seen Irene as a strong woman, sharp-tongued, quick-witted, and ready to stand her ground.

But now, there was something else.

A quiet vulnerability. A sincerity that was buried deep in his chest.

“Why can’t you answer now?” Irene asked, biting her lower lip. “I knew you made me promise to do my best to survive on this island, with or without you.”

She took a deep breath and added, “But to be honest… it will be easier if I’m with you.”

For a moment, the surrounding chaos faded.

Now, Jackson could only see her, standing close, the warmth of her presence cutting through the cold fear that had wrapped around his mind.

In an instant, Jackson’s expression softened.

“Irene…” he called, his tone low and gentle. “Do you mean that?”

“Of course…” Irene answered, her lips parted as she looked away.

However, she could still feel Jackson’s gaze, especially on her lips.

“W-We’re both just a victim of that explosion, and it was against our will to be trapped on this island,” she added, and this time, she looked Jackson in the eye again. “So don’t be selfish, okay? Don’t just blindly protect me. Protect yourself as well.”

The silence filled their conversation as Jackson didn’t answer. His heart softened upon hearing how Irene worried about him.

‘It was the first time someone had told me about those things,’ Jackson thought.

Jackson had no family or friends, and because of what happened in his previous mission, he only drifted from other people more.

With a smile, he reached out, his fingers brushing against hers for just a second before he pulled away.

“Alright. I’ll do my best so both of us will survive,” Jackson said, his tone sincere. “We’ll figure this out together.”

Irene looked him in the eye, her eyes squinting. “Promise?”

“Promise.” He nodded.

To his shock, Irene wasn’t creating a distance from him. At least, not for now.

Nodding, she finally took a step away.

“We should… fix that for now,” Irene said, pointing at the suitcase. “There might be other things in there that we can use for survival if we can’t call for emergency help yet.”

“Right. I’m going to check further,” Jackson answered as he sat on the sand, looking further at the clothes inside the suitcase.

With a teasing smirk, Jackson raised a nurse uniform, looking Irene in the eye.

“Are you sure that you won’t need these clothes? I personally think that this costume will suit you—”

“Shut up!”

Due to her embarrassment, Irene’s cheeks flushed red, biting her lower lip hard before leaving Jackson alone.

Jackson, who was pleased by her reaction, smirked as he placed the remaining clothes to the side.

At the bottom of the suitcase, he found diving equipment, which could help him find more food and things underwater.

“Nice,” Jacskon muttered, taking the diving equipment out of the suitcase.

Suddenly, his mind returned to the conversation with Irene earlier.

‘She’s right. Calling 911 could be a better option despite the risks,’ said Jackson at the back of his mind.

His glance went to Irene, who was already preparing their breakfast.

‘Once I ensure I can protect her once those people attack, only I will be able to risk it,’ Jackson added to his thoughts.

He wanted to say to Irene that her words meant more than she realized. That was the first time someone showed affection towards him.

That maybe, just maybe, she was the only reason he felt like surviving at all.

AFTER fixing the suitcase, Jackson returned to their location, where Irene was waiting for him.

“I took the sea urchins as you instructed,” she said, sliding the banana leaf with the food toward him. “I also gave you a fish. We should divide this equally.”

Jackson nodded and sat in front of her. He took the food and ate it, making him notice how Irene looked at him when she saw him eating the oysters.

“Wouldn’t it be bad that you’re eating that?” Irene couldn’t help but ask, her brows furrowing. “It has an aphrodisiac. It can even have a stronger effect on you now that you’re eating it the second time.”

“I know,” answered Jackson in a serious tone. “But in our situation right now, we can’t afford to waste food. We don’t even have an idea how scarce the food is here.”

Irene pursed her lips, knowing that Jackson was right.

“About the effects, don’t worry about it. I would hunt for more food and look for some things after we eat, so I will handle this alone,” Jackson added, already feeling the heat consuming his body.

As if on cue, Irene’s gaze moved downward, looking at the bulge between Jackson’s thighs. Her eyes widened, her cheeks flushing red.

“Don’t look at it like that, Irene, especially not wearing that blazer,” Jackson said, the suppressed lust evident in his eyes. “You’re only intensifying the aphrodisiac’s effects.”

And Jackson wasn’t lying. As he remembered every single detail of what happened that night, it only made his body consumed by desire.

Irene sitting in front of him wasn’t helping at all. He could even remember how warm her breath was on his c**k, and it only made his c**k twitch in anticipation.

“Alright.” Jackson stood up as he pulled his trunks a bit, not letting Irene see the further bulge in his c.ock. “You may take the remaining urchins. It’s time for me to go and hunt for food.”

He added, “I will not go further, but if you’re in danger, scream like what you did last time. I’ll come running immediately to find you.”

Irene didn’t answer, and she just stared at him for a few seconds. She was contemplating something—a choice that could either make or break them.

Smiling, Jackson was about to walk away, but to his shock, Irene held his wrist, stopping him from walking further.

“What if instead of staying away from me and dealing with that problem with yourself…” her gaze moved toward Jackson’s c.ock, which was now in front of her, “What if you let me help you instead?”