While others seek survival, I engage in flirtation Chapter 7: Cries for Help

Ivy had graduated from our school a few years back and had become a big-time screen star. She had this graceful figure and an elegant vibe, making her not just my dream girl but also the crush of many guys at school.

I couldn't believe it; the person stuck in the tree was actually her! Honestly, I wasn't sure at first, but under the moonlight, I saw her pale face clearly and confirmed it was Ivy.

Aimee didn't recognize who was in the tree but kept grabbing my arm like she had something urgent to say. That's when I realized I had covered her mouth. I quickly let go, and she started gasping for air before speaking.

"There's someone in the tree! We need to save her!" She pointed at Ivy's figure in the tree, her face full of urgency. "She's in danger!"

"I know," I said, cutting her off before she could say more.

Of course, I knew Ivy was in danger, but if we rushed up there recklessly, we'd end up as wolf chow too.

But wolves couldn't climb trees, so Ivy was relatively safe for now.

I remembered from a documentary that wolves were scared of fire and wary of the sound of metal clashing.

We could make a torch to drive the wolves away, but it required a lot of materials, starting with a rope for the fire-starting device.

"Give me your bra..." Learning from past experience, I immediately asked Aimee to take off her bra, but then I realized it had already been torn off by that jerk Matt.

I had no choice but to tear my own clothes with a rock, making a strip of cloth to start a fire. The remaining fabric was wrapped around a stick to make a torch.

"If only we had some kerosene," I muttered as I prepared the torch.

A proper torch should have cloth wrapped around dry grass at one end of the stick, soaked in kerosene, and then wrapped with various flammable materials, finally covered with oil-soaked cloth. This way, the torch would be very durable.

However, we currently lacked these materials and could only try to make this torch last as long as possible.

I tore some bark with tree sap from the tree and stuffed it into the torch. A simple torch was ready.

"You stand under the tree and wave the torch; I'll go up and rescue her." I lit the torch and handed it to Aimee. "Be careful!"

After saying that, I gave her a push on the back, sending her out from behind the tree.

"Stay back!" Aimee bravely waved the torch at the wolves, shouting, "Come any closer, and I'll burn you!"

I took the opportunity to dash to the tree and climb up. With my newfound strength, climbing was no big deal. I quickly reached the top.

"Are you okay?" The first thing I did was check Ivy's injuries. She had been in the tree for a while, her clothes torn, and her flat stomach trembling with nervous breaths. As she saw me, the terror on her face gradually faded.

Fortunately, she was only a bit dehydrated and had no external injuries.

I handed her my water bottle to quench her thirst and then started figuring out how to get her and Aimee out of there.

With the torch, we could back away while holding it up, quickly putting some distance between us and the wolves and heading back to camp. Just as I was about to help Ivy down, I heard Aimee shout.

"The torch is out!" She waved the torch a few more times, and the weak flame finally died completely. Darkness returned, and the howls of the beasts grew louder.

"Quick, climb up the tree!" In the last flicker of the torch's light, I grabbed Aimee's hand and pulled her up.

Behind her, I clearly heard the sound of wolves' teeth snapping. If I had been a moment later, Aimee might have been torn apart by those wolves.

"What do we do? We're stuck here!" Aimee started shouting as soon as she climbed up. I grabbed her wrist, signaling her to keep quiet.

If her shouting attracted more wolves, even with a torch, it would be hard to escape under their noses. Besides, we didn't even have a spark now.

In this situation, the only way to escape was to start a fire quickly and make the wolves retreat. The three of us were on the tree, and I wasn't sure if it could hold us. If the branches broke, we'd be done for!

But starting a fire now was difficult. I had nothing left to use as a rope, and Aimee's clothes were just scraps. The only thing left to use was Ivy's clothes.

"Do you have any rope or anything? We need fire to drive these wolves away." I asked Ivy seriously. She looked at me, puzzled, then thought for a few seconds before taking off her bra.

"I also have a lighter, but it's been soaked for a long time and doesn't work." She handed me her bra and the lighter.

Her bra, or rather her swimsuit, was probably what she had been wearing on the yacht. Maybe because she was scared by the wolves, her bra was damp with her sweat, carrying a faint perfume scent.

If we weren't on a deserted island, I would have cherished the chance to play with Ivy's sexy swimsuit, but now was not the time.

I used her bra to light some dry leaves and poured a bit of lighter fluid on one of the wolves. Then I threw a spark directly onto the wolf soaked in lighter fluid.

The moment the flame touched the fluid, it burst into a fierce fire. The burning wolf jumped and howled in pain. The other wolves jumped away but couldn't escape the spreading fire. Within minutes, they were engulfed in flames, running around like fireballs, setting several bushes on fire.

We took the chance to sneak down from the tree and escape the fire. We couldn't worry about the irreversible consequences of our actions; survival was our priority.

We ran non-stop by the firelight until the wolves' howls faded away.

The wolves were probably burned to death, but the threats in this forest were far more than just a few wolves. Our top priority was to return to camp.

Honestly, if it weren't for survival, the lighter could have been more useful.

We escaped the forest's depths and walked along the edge toward the camp.

"Your body... is pretty nice." Aimee, walking behind me, suddenly poked my waist with her finger. "I didn't realize you were so fit."

I turned around and met her gaze.

She seemed very interested in my physique, staring at me.