God Of War System : Apocalypse King

CHAPTER 6: THE ISLE OF EXILE

GREEKK!

The sound of the hull scraping roughly against sand and coral was deafening. The violent jolt sent the entire cabin into disarray. Water bottles rolled, the first-aid kit fell from the shelf, and Cindy, who was on top of Satria, swayed sideways, hitting the sofa armrest.

"Ouch!" Cindy winced, her elbow striking the corner of the wooden table.

The intimate and sacred atmosphere that had just been built was instantly shattered by the harsh reality of the emergency landing.

"We've arrived! Get out! The engine is completely dead!" Andy yelled from outside, his voice a mix of panic and relief.

Satria groaned loudly. The jolt brought the pain throughout his body back with a sting. His bones felt like they were being forcibly pulled from their joints. The holographic screen in his eyes flashed red at an increasing tempo, like a digital heart in tachycardia.

[WARNING: EXTERNAL INTERFERENCE]

[TIME REMAINING: 02:15 SECONDS]

[HEART RATE: 30 BPM (DECREASING)]

[INSTRUCTION: IGNORE INTERFERENCE. PERFORM UNION IMMEDIATELY.]

"Damn it..." Satria hissed, his eyes staring at the spinning cabin ceiling. "Why... why now..."

Cindy quickly snatched her shirt from the floor and covered her exposed chest. Her face was flushed crimson, a mixture of intense embarrassment and lingering fear.

"Are you okay?" Cindy asked, her hand returning to feel Satria's forehead. His heat was intensifying. Satria's skin was dry and brittle, like scorched paper.

"Cin... go," Satria tried to push Cindy's hand away, but he didn't even have enough strength to shift her arm. "I... I'm disgusting. The way I survive... this is wrong."

"Be quiet, you idiot," Cindy whispered, her voice trembling. She looked into Satria's dimming golden eyes. "Do you think I care about right or wrong right now? There are walking corpses out there, Satria. In here, it's just us."

*THUD! THUD! THUD!*

The cabin door was banged on roughly from outside.

"Hey! Newlyweds! Open the door!" Andy's voice was full of sarcasm. "We landed on a deserted island. If you want to die of heatstroke in there, fine, but I need the flashlight in the bag!"

Cindy closed her eyes, taking a deep breath to calm her overflowing emotions. She buttoned her shirt quickly, then stood up.

"Wait a minute," Cindy said to Satria. "I have to chase away that annoying fly so we can... finish this."

Cindy opened the cabin door with a sharp yank.

The reddish afternoon sunlight immediately streamed in. Andy stood there with his hands on his hips, while Abigail sat on the white sand beach, hugging her knees with a vacant stare.

They had landed on a small coral island. There were no buildings, just coconut trees and wild bushes. Waves gently broke on the shore, contrasting with the chaos they had just endured.

"Move," Cindy said coldly, blocking Andy's view into the cabin.

"Well, well," Andy smirked, his eyes sweeping over Cindy's disheveled appearance. A misbuttoned shirt, messy hair, and sweat on her slender neck. "Interrupted, huh? Sorry to disturb your 'ritual.' But seriously, Cin? You're really going to give your body to that monster?"

"Shut your mouth, Andy," Cindy hissed, her eyes narrowing sharply. She grabbed the large flashlight from the bag near the door and threw it at Andy's chest.

*Bugh.*

Andy caught it awkwardly. "Okay, okay. So aggressive. I'm just reminding you, he's not human anymore. His eyes... you saw his eyes, right? Those are the devil's eyes."

"He's the human who saved your worthless life," Cindy retorted. "Now listen carefully. I need one hour. Don't bother us. Go find firewood, find coconuts, or dig your own grave, I don't care. But don't come near this boat."

Andy chuckled softly, a bitter laugh full of envy. He glanced into the slightly open door crack, seeing Satria's helpless legs lying there.

"It must be nice to be a hero," Andy muttered quietly, but loud enough for Cindy to hear. "A powerful punch, then you get free sex with the campus sweetheart as a reward. The world is fair indeed."

"GET OUT!" Cindy snapped.

Abigail on the beach turned, her face swollen. "Enough, Andy. Let's go find wood. It's going to be dark soon."

Andy snorted, spitting onto the sand. "Come on, babe. Let's leave Lord and Lady God to their urgent baby-making inside."

Andy turned, dragging his feet toward the clump of trees in the middle of the island. Abigail followed him with weary steps, not daring to look at Cindy.

After making sure they were far enough away, Cindy went back into the cabin and locked the door tightly. She even pulled the small table to wedge the door, ensuring no one could enter suddenly.

The atmosphere in the cabin returned to silence, broken only by Satria's increasingly heavy and broken breathing.

"Satria?" Cindy called softly, kneeling beside the sofa.

Satria didn't answer. His eyes were tightly closed. The black veins on his neck were now pulsing faster, creeping up his left cheek like poisonous plant roots. His lips were blue.

[WARNING: 01:30 SECONDS REMAINING]

[BODY TEMPERATURE: 41°C]

[BRAIN DAMAGE WILL BEGIN IN 60 SECONDS IF TEMPERATURE DOES NOT DROP]

[COOLING METHOD: FEMALE HEAVENLY FLUIDS REQUIRED]

Satria opened his eyes slightly. His vision was blurred, seeing only Cindy's silhouette. But in his mind, shame and pride fought against the primal instinct to survive.

"Cin... you don't have to do this..." Satria's voice was hoarse, tears welling in the corners of his golden eyes. "I... I feel like I'm taking advantage of you. This isn't love... this is a system transaction."

Cindy smiled sadly. She stroked Satria's burning hot cheek.

"Listen to me, Satria," Cindy whispered softly. Her hands began to unbutton her shirt again, this time with calmer, more deliberate movements. "Maybe your system sees this as a transaction. Maybe to you, this is a technical requirement. But to me..."

Cindy threw her shirt to the floor, then her hands moved behind her back to untie her bikini. The blue fabric fell away, freeing her firm, ample Twin Peaks. Her milky white skin glowed in the dim cabin light.

"...To me, this is my way of saving the man I love. I don't have superpowers like you. I can't punch sharks. I can't kill zombies with my bare hands. This is all I have. My body."

Cindy leaned down, allowing her Twin Peaks to touch Satria's bare, hot chest. The sensation of Cindy's cool skin meeting Satria's body heat created a soft hiss, as if hot iron were dipped in water.

"Ahh..." Satria groaned. The touch... it felt like cool water in the middle of a desert. The pain in his bones slightly subsided at the point of contact.

"Do you feel it?" Cindy whispered right into Satria's ear. The girl's warm breath swept over Satria's neck, sending shivers down his spine.

"It feels... cool... good..." Satria mumbled, his consciousness beginning to fade in and out. The 'God of War System' instinct began to take over his motor control. His hands, which had been limp, now reflexively moved to embrace Cindy's waist.

"Good," Cindy said. Her hands moved down, unbuttoning Satria's ripped jeans. "Now, let me heal you."

[SYSTEM DETECTS HIGH-INTENSITY PHYSICAL CONTACT]

[INITIATING ENERGY TRANSFER PROTOCOL]

[STATUS: READY]

Satria felt his Sacred Rod react and harden. Although his body was dying, the blood flow to his vital area pumped twice as strongly. It wasn't just a biological erection; it was the system mechanism preparing the 'conduit pipe' to siphon energy.

"Forgive me if I'm rough..." Satria whispered, his eyes turning completely solid gold. His voice became deeper, more dominant. "The System... is taking over..."

Cindy swallowed nervously. She saw the change. The gentle, shy Satria was gone, replaced by a pressing, savage masculine aura. But strangely, Cindy didn't feel afraid. Instead, she felt a strange tremor in her lower abdomen. An anticipation.

"Don't apologize," Cindy challenged, staring directly into those reptilian eyes. "Do what you have to do. Bring yourself back to life."

Cindy lifted her hips, shedding her denim shorts and underwear simultaneously. She was now completely naked, revealing her Heavenly Cave, which was wet from a mixture of fear and arousal.

She positioned herself over Satria's hips, guiding Satria's hard, throbbing Sacred Rod to the entrance of her Heavenly Cave.

"I am yours, Satria," Cindy whispered.

And with one slow but certain movement, she submerged herself.

[UNION INITIATED]

[ENERGY TRANSFER: 1%...]