An intense pain throughout my body made me wake up. I instantly knew I hadn’t died. I slowly opened my eyes, and the first thing I saw was the sea, a vast blue ocean that seemed endless. Confused by this, I tried to get up, but my body felt as heavy as lead. I remembered being inside an underground prison until I used a scroll I got from killing the Demon King, and then everything went black. I can’t recall how I got to this place. The soft murmur of some girls around me pulled me out of my confusion. I was lying on the sand, wrapped in what looked like a blanket. My clothes, torn and caked with dry blood, were gone. I was almost completely naked, only covered by that blanket that barely hid my penis. Three pairs of curious eyes landed on me at the same time. The girls surrounding me startled when our gazes met, but they didn’t run away. "Zela, he’s awake!" "What happened to him? He’s badly hurt, Lira?" "We should call the matriarch. He seems to be in really bad shape. Let’s hope he doesn’t die. Maybe he knows how to get off this island." The three young women started talking among themselves. From their words, it seemed I was on an island with no way out. Though, if I could stay with one of them, I wouldn’t really mind staying here. Since I was summoned to this world to help subdue the Demon King, I hadn’t been able to be with any women. The Roaring Dragon Kingdom didn’t allow its inhabitants to get involved with heroes, they weren’t even allowed to talk to me. More than one of its inhabitants had been killed trying to approach me, so I stopped trying to interact with them, not wanting anyone to die because of me. The first girl, who they called Zela, was slightly tanned with long reddish-brown hair that reached her waist. Her face was truly young and tender, and she seemed quite shy as she hid behind Lira. She wore only a white top that barely covered her enormous milk jugs and a short skirt that barely covered her intimate parts, because from my angle, I could see that her pubes were reddish like her hair and looked quite long and sexy. Shit...! I shouldn’t be thinking about that since even my dick hurt from all the wounds on my body. The second girl, who apparently was called Lira, was identical to Zela but with small differences. Her hair was the same reddish color but very short, only reaching her shoulders. Her chest was quite small too; I’m not saying I disliked it at all, it had its unique charm, and she gave off an adventurous aura. I’m sure she was a fun and extroverted girl. I couldn’t see her vagina, but I wondered if her pubes were also reddish. Ouch...! Damn my own mind! I couldn’t control it, and my erection made my dick scream in pain. The last one, named Laila, seemed much more mature. She was quite beautiful, with jet-black hair that cascaded down her back and a figure that would make any man drown. If I didn’t see her, I wouldn’t believe someone could have such enormous and beautiful tits. When she startled, her tits bounced with a Boing Boing that hypnotized me. Ugh...! I give up, okay?! Stop getting excited, you damn devil body! Can’t you see it hurts too much? The girls noticed my pain as I writhed and quickly Laila ran off, screaming at the top of her lungs. "Manaia...! Help us, someone’s dying, please come...!" While Laila ran, the other two girls stayed by my side, not knowing what to do. Their eyes were full of worry and curiosity. With a smile, I tried to show them I was fine, as my throat was too dry to even speak. This made Zela lower her gaze shyly, as a blush spread down her neck. At that moment, an older figure came running over. Despite her gray hair, she had an incredibly beautiful face. She was a milf in every sense, or maybe a gilf, but who the hell cares, she looked really sexy with curves that didn’t lose out to any of the other three young women. "For the love of the goddess, someone stop my dick! It’s about to explode...!" If the other three had made me hard, Manaia almost made my dick explode from how hard it got. The pain made me writhe like a worm that had salt thrown on it. Seeing Manaia approach, Zela and Lira stepped aside to let her get close to me. "Matriarch, look! We found him while we were walking the beach looking for clams. He looks too injured. Do you think he came from another island or from further away?" "Matriarch, can he survive?" "What can we do to help him?" "He seems to be in a state of shock, perhaps he’s hallucinating, by the gods! With these wounds, it’s impossible for a normal human to survive. Even ten people would have already died... How is this possible!" Manaia spoke with a serene voice, making the girls tremble as they heard the state I was in. Approaching me, she knelt beside me. Her hands, rough but gentle, rested on my forehead, then on my chest. "He was seriously injured. His... clothes were torn. We couldn’t do more than cover him and sew some of his open wounds," Lira said, puffing out her chest as if expecting praise from Manaia. "Take him to my hut. I have some special medicine there, let’s pray he can resist it." The girls nodded, positioning themselves around me to lift me. I was semi-conscious, but the pain caused by the movements made me grit my teeth and pray to fall unconscious again. But just as they lifted me, a scream tore through the village’s calm: "The orcs are coming! Everybody Hide!"