Crash-landed On An Island With Nine Beauties novel Chapter 156

Damien entered into the room and looked around. There were five girls almost over all the floor. Some were in the couches, while some on the bed. There was one of them standing at the front of the wardrobe. There was a strange smell which emanated as soon as he stepped into the apartment. It was the smell of rotten egg and stuff. He didn't need to be told what that meant. He knew too well.

He took gentle steps into the room and looked around.

"Hey you, who the fuck are you? How dare you barge into an apartment that is not yours?"

One of the five girls called at him. Damien gazed upon the girl for a while. He didn't want to take any hard feelings. The girl looked drunk. He wouldn't take the words of a drunk girl into account.

"Isn't it obvious? He is a cleaner of course. But shouldn't you, Mr cleaner use your senses when you are coming into a room filled with ladies?"

He turned to a blonde who had just taken her turn. He walked back to the door and made sure that it was secure. He wasn't worrying about the politician.

When he got into the elevator, he had used the system aid to help him get there faster. He should be done before the fellow got to the room.

"Get dressed. pick up your bags and use the door."

He ordered as soon as he turned back to the girls.

"What!"

"Is he nuts? Who the fuck does he think he is to order us around? Do you want to die?"

He watched one of the girls stand up.

"Get the fuck out of my sight before I make you pay with your life!"

"No, leave him to me. I will teach him a lesson that he would live to tell its tale to his generation."

The shortest of the girls jumped up from the couch and began to hurry towards Damien.

GOODNESS, I REALLY DON'T HAVE TIME FOR THIS.

He took in a deep breath as the girl advanced and got to him.

"Do you want to die? Do you know who I am? Who we are?"

The girl raised her hand, bringing it down in an active slap, but Damien held it and twisted it, making sure not to snap or break her fragile bone. He pushed her away and she fell back.

"Sheila. Are you alright?"

All the girls jumped on their feet to help Sheila up. Damien observed closely. There was something quite interesting happening which he'd like to keep a track of.

"You are so dead."

"How dare you manhandle a lady?"

"Don't you know that it's her right to hit you? Do you know who we are?"

"We are the fucking new girls of the BMX. Even though we are yet to be celebrated, what do you think would happen to you when our yet-to-be fans hear about this and lay their violent hands on you? Do you think you can survive?"

"We won't spare you!!!"

The five girls came at him, all at once. They didn't even give him time to think.

WHY ARE GIRLS LIKE THIS?

He didn't want to hurt any of them, yet hearing that they were the new girls who were going to be recruited by the group, he was pissed off. He hated to think that these

UGLY WENCHES

would take the place of his most cherished queen's. But then he recalled that he had already bought the group. Therefore there was no cause for alarm.

Some of them bit him in the arms, some grappling at his chest, some trying to slap him.

He pulled Sheila's hair, then another. He tied both hairs together then spun them around for a while till they lost their balance and fell away.

One was about to slap him, he ducked the slap and it went straight across the face of another one. The one who was hit made no reaction. But the one who hit screamed,

"You crazy bastard! You made hit my sister!!"

Damien was really stunned and moved by the reactions of these girls. Unlike the ones who had grown on him, these really loved themselves. He was trying to imagine Jada mistakenly slapped Claire. The thought of it alone killed him.

He bursted out laughing.

"See... this ultimate jerk is laughing?"

"Are you really enjoying this?"

And as though he was held in a sort of simulation, he watched as the system tidy up the room. It was quite an interesting view to behold.

Then the door opened at once when the system was about to be done. He wished he could buy more time but the door had been pushed in.

Fortunately, he didn't have anything to worry about. It seemed as though the system took his concerns personally and reacted to them even before he could think of doing anything.

"You dumb fuck, what did you do to them? What did you do to my precious girls? Did you know what it took me to bring them this far? Will you take responsibility if when they all run away?!!"

The man's eyes had embers and fire seeped in them. Damien for a moment wasn't shaken. Why should he? If he wanted to be done with the man he would had had his way. He seemed to have a card up his sleeves.

"I've finished cleaning the room. What else do you need me to do?"

Damien asked, throwing away the concerns of the man. He wore an expression which sent a thorn into the side of the man, tearing his ego and nerves.

"Do you really want to die? Are you really waving off my questions? I must speak with the owner of this hotel right away! Beating the hell out of you would do no justice. You should return to the slums where you belong."

Damien suddenly dropped on his knees and grappled at the feet of the man.

"Forgive me sir... please I was not thinking straight. Do whatever you will but don't take me to the boss. Please, have mercy on me."

The man almost kicked Damien in the face. Damien really wasn't expecting that, but the reflex of the system kicked in, helping him to unconsciously avert the danger of the kick.

Blinded by his own rage, the politician couldn't care less about the reflexes. He wouldn't even be able to think towards that direction. He didn't have the perception.

"Now you can beg? You think I would give a fuck? You must really be a trash! Get up right now when I'm been nice to you! Else, you would crawl your way to the office."

"Please sir, have mercy on me. I won't do that again. I was not thinking straight. Please let this pass."

Damien kept begging desperately. The more he begged, the enraged the man was. The more the man wanted to make him pay.

"You frosted urchin!"

He grabbed Damien by the arm. The man's arm was quite weak, so he wouldn't be able to pull Damien. But Damien let the man pull him!

He pulled Damien out of the room and led him towards the Manager's office.