Chapter 717: The Dark Secret Of The Farmer’s Family

I held her steady until she stood completely straight again.

"Thanks, Alex," June said softly, her voice a little quieter than usual. She tucked a long strand of black hair behind her ear and glanced up at me, a faint blush still lingering on her cheeks.

Her body had felt smooth and warm under my hands, soft skin over firm, toned muscle. I let my palms slide slowly down her arms, savoring the contact for an extra second before finally letting go.

"What are you even doing on this cursed island?" June asked as we began walking down the hallway. It was the first real personal question she had asked me since I arrived at their house. She was finally opening up a little.

"Just the usual stuff," I answered. "My college attendance was too low, so the principal decided to send me here for volunteer work."

June’s eyes widened in disbelief. "What? Does your principal hate you that much?"

"Yeah... you could say that," I replied with a small shrug.

In my mind, though, the question lingered. What had I even done to make the principal dislike me so strongly? I had never touched his wife. I had never touched his daughter. Not once. Yet here I was, stranded on this remote island as punishment.

I pushed the thought aside and brought the conversation back to the present.

"Anyway," I said, glancing at her, "what’s up with your brother?"

June’s expression immediately grew more serious. The playful air from a moment ago faded. "I think it’s better if we talk about this in front of Mom," she said quietly. She started walking ahead and gestured for me to follow her downstairs.

My eyes dropped for a second as she moved. Her short dolphin shorts had ridden up slightly with each step, revealing more of her smooth, toned thighs. Standing this close to her was already affecting me. June was genuinely beautiful, elegant and sophisticated, with a clean, serious aura that only made the darker thoughts in my head grow stronger.

I would love to watch that composed, upright face twist with raw ecstasy... to hear the soft, broken moans of this serious girl while I took her roughly, without holding back.

The filthy image alone made my cock swell harder under the towel still wrapped around my waist, the thick shaft pressing noticeably against the fabric as I followed her.

We both reached the living room.

Yuki was sitting on the floor mat closest to the low wooden table in the middle of the room. The moment she saw us come down the stairs, she tried to stand up, worry written clearly across her face.

"Is he okay?" she asked quickly, her voice tight.

"He’s okay, Mom," June answered, gently motioning for her mother to stay seated. "He’s sleeping now, and I secured his wrists so he won’t hurt himself."

Yuki slowly sank back down onto the mat. June and I sat around the table with her. The atmosphere in the room felt heavy and serious, whatever had just happened with Jake clearly wasn’t a small matter, and I needed real answers.

June looked at her mother with a quiet, steady expression. "Mom... I think we should tell Alex."

Yuki hesitated, her eyes dropping to the table. "But June, we shouldn’t burden Alex with all this."

As she spoke, my gaze drifted for a second. Her heavy breasts looked soft and full under the tight, thin vest she still wore, the fabric clinging to her curves. I had been so close to devouring her in the bathroom earlier, my mouth on her nipples, her soft body pressed against mine.

The memory alone made my cock throb hard under the towel. I forced myself to stay patient. I could wait a little longer.

"It’s okay, Yuki," I said calmly, meeting her eyes. "You can trust me."

I was still sitting there with nothing but a towel wrapped around my waist, my upper body bare. June sat beside me, and I noticed her eyes occasionally flicking toward my chest and shoulders without fully meaning to.

Yuki remained silent for a long moment, as if she had to dig up a painful memory she usually kept buried deep.

Finally she spoke, her voice quieter and heavier than before.

"Jake had always been a bright kid, even when he was little. He was good at sports, good at his studies... everything came easily to him. He was always cheerful, made friends effortlessly at school, and never got into fights or trouble. He was the perfect son any mother could ask for."

She kept her eyes on the wooden table as she spoke, clearly lost in a painful memory.

"We sent him to study on the mainland when he was around your age, Alex. He got into a good college, and we were so proud of him."

I listened carefully, even though my cock was still hard and aching, pressing tightly against the thin towel. Every small shift of my body made the fabric stretch around the thick bulge. June remained quiet beside me, her presence close enough that I could occasionally catch her glancing at my bare upper body.

Yuki continued, her voice growing even heavier with the weight of the memory.

"During summer break, while he was still in college, he was coming home for the first time since leaving for the mainland... but he never made it back."

"What do you mean he never made it back? He’s right here," I said, frowning in confusion as I looked between the two women.

Yuki slowly shook her head, her voice trembling with emotion. "I know, Alex... just hear me out. He was supposed to come home for his summer vacation. Everything was arranged, but he never arrived on the day he was expected. He just disappeared."

A few quiet, broken sobs escaped her as she finished the sentence.

I glanced at June sitting beside me. Her face was serious and heavy with sadness, the kind of expression that showed she still remembered every painful detail of what had happened to her younger brother.