While others seek survival, I engage in flirtation Chapter 24: Menstrual Period

"Why'd you come running over here?" I jolted awake, startled.

"I'm talking to you! Did you set those up while we were sleeping?" Aimee pointed at the neatly stacked wooden stakes in the corner, her voice demanding.

Guess she didn't see me nod.

"Yeah." I moved a bit closer, our lips almost touching.

Lilian's face turned bright red, but she still looked pissed.

"Why didn't you ask us for help?" She stood there with her hands on her hips, looking all flustered.

"I can handle this kind of stuff on my own." I flexed my arm a bit, showing off the muscles.

Aimee was speechless, her mouth hanging open, eyes wide.

Knew it, no one can resist these killer muscles.

"Go ahead, touch it." I poked my arm muscle. Aimee's face got even redder, then she huffed and ran off.

I wasn't really trying to start anything with her. Out here, just surviving was hard enough without adding that kind of drama.

"Before the sun sets, we gotta finish the fence. Every night's different... can't promise there won't be a beast attack tonight." I stretched, getting ready to finish the work I started before crashing.

I couldn't let the girls handle the heavy stuff like placing the fence and compacting the soil. I had the strength to do it myself.

In camp, the girls usually took care of the delicate tasks, like making simple cloth pieces and ropes, cooking, and cleaning.

I wrapped thorns and vines around the posts, then stuck them into the ground and packed the soil tight around them.

By the time I was done, it was super late, and the sky was pitch black.

For safety, I lifted the girls onto the posts, letting them walk around to compact the stakes.

With me watching, they should be safe. But it was night, and the light was bad, so I couldn't see them walking around with their thighs exposed like last time.

Man, that was a sight to remember!

After they finished, I lifted the girls down one by one.

Lilian didn't need my help; she could climb down from the person-high stakes on her own. The other girls were cool with it, wrapping their arms around my neck and jumping into my arms.

Everyone got down smoothly, except for Margaret.

Because of her injured foot, I always lifted her down last, being extra careful.

The first few times I held her, she'd wrap her arms around my neck and press her whole body against me.

But today, for some reason, she was all tense and slow. As soon as I touched her, she pulled back.

"What's up with you today?" I asked, confused. By the moonlight, I could see her face was blushing, and her shoulders and chest were a bit red too.

I kept asking, but she just shook her head and gently wrapped her arms around my neck. I had to hold her waist with one hand and her legs with the other, lifting her down from the post.

To keep her safe, I held her tightly. As she leaned into me, I could hear her breathing clearly.

"Why are you so hot?" The moment I touched her, her body started trembling slightly. "Are you sick?"

I still didn't get what was going on with Margaret.

She shook her head and lowered it, her chin resting on my shoulder, her breath tickling my ear. My hand on her soft thigh made her even more nervous.

As I held her, my breathing got a bit faster.

Her thigh felt sticky and wet, but I couldn't figure out what it was.

"Carl... I think I..." She finally spoke slowly when I put her down.

I was still wondering if she had some kind of problem, but when I raised my hand again, I saw a patch of red on my palm.

"What happened? Are you hurt?" The red patch freaked me out, and I immediately reached out to check Margaret's wound.

But she resisted, waving her hands and backing away. Just as I was confused, Ivy suddenly seemed to realize something and walked over.

"What's wrong?" She looked at the blushing Margaret, then at me. Before I could say anything, she noticed my palm.

She grabbed my arm, carefully examined the bloodstain on my hand, and then pointed to the other side of the camp.

"Go wait over there!" She said, pushing me to the corner.

I had no clue what they were whispering about, but soon, all their eyes were on me.

"Carl! Don't come into the cave yet!" Ivy shouted, then helped Margaret into the cave.

The girls were busy in the cave for about ten minutes, and it was almost dark when they waved at me.

When I got back to the cave and washed my hands, I noticed Margaret was wearing more clothes.

I looked at her wrinkled pants, feeling puzzled.

She hadn't had pants over the past few days, so why was she suddenly wearing them today?

"What's going on?" I asked, confused, and Aimee immediately punched me a few times.

"She's on her period." Lilian looked at the shy girls and sighed heavily, "They didn't want to tell you, but in this kind of situation, there's no need to be shy about it."

I finally realized the blood on my hand was Margaret's menstrual blood!

"Sorry." I immediately apologized and hid my hands behind my back.

It was so embarrassing! I had forgotten the girls had to deal with their periods! But Margaret didn't seem upset; instead, she looked a bit shy.

I had never dealt with this kind of thing and could only leave it to the girls. But to my surprise, they started preparing so skillfully.

They cut the cloth into pieces, filled them with fine sand, sealed the sandbags, and finally handed the "gear" to Margaret. By then, Aimee was already pushing me out. I immediately turned to leave the cave, but Margaret stopped me.

"It's already dark outside, it's dangerous... and I don't mind." She said, taking off her underwear directly.

Her private area was still bleeding, with faint red marks between her legs. If it weren't for being stranded on a deserted island, I probably would never see such a sight in my life.

I immediately turned my face away and didn't turn back until Margaret had finished dealing with it.