While others seek survival, I engage in flirtation Chapter 67: Moon's Boyfriend

"You mentioned your novels are based on real events, right? So, this..." I hesitated, still unsure. If she really wanted me to be her boyfriend, what about the other girls?

"Yeah, you need to pretend to be my boyfriend," she said, as if it was the most natural thing in the world. "Don't worry. I'll treat you well during this time."

"Just make sure you do a good job," she added, shaking the notebook in her hand.

She wasn't joking. In fact, she didn't seem like the type to joke at all.

Hearing that I only needed to pretend to be her boyfriend was a relief. If I had to actually be with Moon, it wouldn't be fair to the other girls.

I had my own reasons for wanting to keep things as they were at the camp. The girls around me were all incredibly beautiful, and the thought of giving up any one of them was hard to bear.

I was just a normal guy, after all. Of course, I had fantasized about having all the girls!

I nodded, and Moon immediately scribbled something in her notebook. Then she suddenly turned and stared straight into my eyes.

"I'm writing a kissing scene now, but I've never kissed anyone before," she said, moving closer with a smile like it was no big deal.

Before I could process what she was doing, she placed her hand on my shoulder and kissed me!

Moon had a cool, fresh scent, and her body was incredibly soft.

Honestly, I couldn't imagine how someone like Moon could wield the short knife I had seen her with.

Her slender arm bent slightly, resting between us, and her chest lightly brushed against mine. Even though it was just a light touch on my lips, it made my whole body tense up.

"Shouldn't the guy be the one to take the lead in these situations?" she asked, pulling back and gently pushing my shoulder.

My eyes were drawn to her lips, watching them tremble slightly as she spoke. She must have been nervous too.

But more than anything, I couldn't forget the feeling of her lips on mine.

This was Moon's first kiss!

I quickly understood her hint and pulled her into my arms, kissing her again. Her lips were so soft and moist, and I couldn't help but let my instincts take over, exploring with my tongue.

I gently parted her lips, our tongues intertwining. She didn't resist, closing her eyes and savoring the moment.

We kissed for a few minutes before she pulled away, slightly out of breath, her cheeks flushed.

After all, this was Moon's first kiss. It was natural for her to be shy.

"Now I know how to write it," she said, eagerly picking up her notebook, her eyes shining with excitement.

I watched her, my heart still racing.

Her scent was different from the other girls. Margaret and Aimee were younger, with a fresh, youthful fragrance.

Ivy, on the other hand, had this mature, rose-like scent, probably from the flowers she picked nearby.

The girls at the camp all had their own distinct scents, but Moon's was something else entirely.

Lately, my senses had sharpened, and while the progress had slowed, it was still noticeable—especially with smell. Moon's scent? It stood out, and I couldn't help but be drawn to it.

It was late at night, and I'd usually be wide awake, but after what went down with Moon, I was completely wiped. That intensity just knocked me out.

Seeing Moon still writing furiously, I decided not to disturb her and lay down to sleep.

When I woke up, I was shocked by what I saw.

Moon was lying next to me, her slender arms wrapped around mine, her knee resting against my thigh.

She looked so beautiful in her sleep, her long lashes casting a delicate shadow, her cheeks still flushed. I could feel her steady, gentle breaths on my shoulder.

No man could resist a scene like this, especially not Matt.

But I wasn't him. I wouldn't do anything without Moon or any of the other girls' consent.

I reached out to touch Moon's face, but suddenly heard laughter behind me.

"You're not thinking anything weird, are you?" It was Ivy's voice.

Startled, I quickly pulled my hand back. She just laughed and walked past me.

"I didn't mean anything by it. I was just thinking it's rare to see Moon asleep," I said, though I had other thoughts too.

She rarely slept so soundly. Most of the time, I saw her scribbling in her notebook.

"Even if you have special thoughts, it's normal," Ivy said, surprisingly nonchalant.

She didn't seem to mind Moon lying in my arms. She even reached out to touch my face.

I didn't expect her to do that, and instinctively pulled back, causing Moon to frown and stir.

Ivy wasn't jealous at all. Instead, she sat on a nearby rock, watching us with interest.

"In this camp, even if you wanted to do something, no one would refuse you," she said, her chest rising and falling with her breath, fingers playing with her hair. "What man could resist that?"

Before coming to this deserted island, I couldn't have imagined a scene like this!

"Even if I wanted to, I wouldn't do that. It wouldn't be fair to you," I said, turning my head to avoid her gaze.

Ivy just laughed again. "Even if you did, I wouldn't be mad," she said, pointing to Moon. "In fact, we're all yours eventually."

All mine? That was a bit much. The girls here were all stunning. If it weren't for being stranded on this island, I wouldn't have had a chance with any of them. Let alone have romantic moments with them.

"That's impossible. You must be joking," I said, finding it hard to believe.

"I'm not joking," she said, giving me a knowing look.

"Don't you see? We..." She was cut off as Moon stirred and opened her eyes.