Harem Survival System: Stranded On An Island With Beautiful Women
Chapter 48: Post Nut Clarity

Chapter 48: Post Nut Clarity

The boys groaned as they bent their knees, gripping the heavy wooden rafts with calloused hands.

The logs were still rough in some places despite their efforts to smooth them down earlier, and splinters threatened to dig into their fingers as they struggled to lift the unwieldy structure.

"Alright, boys, teamwork," the PE teacher called out, clapping his hands together. "Let’s move these rafts bit by bit. No need to rush — just make sure you don’t drop it on anyone’s foot, or we’ll be testing more than just your survival skills."

Lucas gritted his teeth, shifting his stance as he hoisted up one end with Leo and Oliver.

The weight pressed down on their arms like a solid mass of exhaustion, but there was no turning back now, besides it wasn’t as heavy as the tree.

Other boys who hadn’t been part of the chopping and shaving process came over to help, their fresh energy a relief to those already drained from hours of work.

The group carried the rafts towards the shoreline, inch by inch. The sand made it harder, the weight of the logs sinking slightly as they walked, forcing them to lift even higher.

Sweat trickled down their faces, soaking their already-damp clothes.

"Remind me why we didn’t just build this at the shore?" Leo huffed, breathless.

"Because that would’ve been too easy," Oliver grumbled, adjusting his grip.

"Less talking, more moving!" the PE teacher shouted from behind, though there was amusement in his voice.

As they approached the shoreline, some of the girls, who had been sitting on large driftwood logs or chatting amongst themselves, turned their heads toward the struggling boys.

A few whispered to one another, while others simply watched with mild curiosity.

Lucas avoided making eye contact with any of them. He wasn’t sure if they were impressed, indifferent, or just waiting for someone to drop the raft on their own foot like the teacher warned.

Whatever the case, he was too focused on not collapsing under the weight to care.

Finally, with one final effort, the boys dropped the first raft onto the sand with a heavy thud.

Leo immediately stumbled back, groaning. "I swear, if we have to move another one of these today — "

"Yep, we do," the PE teacher interrupted, pointing to the second raft still waiting to be carried over.

Leo threw his head back and groaned even louder, but there was no room for protest.

The boys trudged back, repeating the same grueling process with the second raft. By the time both were settled on the shore, most of them had collapsed onto the sand, panting.

They were only needing two for now, they had succeeded in making seven after all.

The PE teacher wiped his hands together and nodded in approval. "Not bad. Now, time to see if they float."

Lucas barely had time to catch his breath before the teacher continued. "Leo, Lucas, you’re up first. Get on one of the rafts."

Leo shot upright. "What?"

"You heard me. You two get on, the others will push you afloat."

Lucas exhaled, getting to his feet. "Guess we’re the guinea pigs."

Leo shook his head but got up as well, muttering, "If we sink, I want a memorial."

Some of the other boys chuckled as Lucas and Leo stepped toward the first raft.

The logs were tied tightly together, the rope secure, but there was still that nagging question — would it hold?

Lucas placed a cautious foot on the raft, testing its stability. It shifted slightly under his weight, but it didn’t wobble as much as he expected.

"Well?" Leo asked, hovering beside him.

"It’s solid enough," Lucas said. "Come on."

Leo stepped on, joining him in the center of the raft.

As soon as he did, both of them instinctively crouched down to lower their center of gravity.

Oliver snorted. "Cowards."

"You wanna stand up on this thing first?" Leo shot back. "Be my guest."

Oliver held up his hands. "Nah, you guys got this."

The PE teacher grinned. "Alright, boys, push them out."

The other boys lined up along the raft’s edges and began pushing it towards the water. The logs scraped against the sand, inching closer to the foamy waves.

The sound of rushing water filled Lucas’s ears as the raft began to slide forward.

Then, suddenly, it happened.

The raft lifted.

Leo sucked in a breath as they felt the shift beneath them. The sand’s friction gave way to the rocking motion of water, and within seconds, they were floating.

A small cheer erupted from the boys onshore.

"Holy crap," Leo muttered, gripping the sides. "It actually worked."

Lucas couldn’t help but feel a sense of satisfaction as he looked down at the water lapping against the logs.

The raft was holding firm. Sure, it wasn’t the smoothest ride — there was a bit of a tilt here and there — but it was floating.

From the shore, the PE teacher crossed his arms. "How’s it feel?"

Leo exhaled, grinning. "Like victory!"

"Yeah, yeah, don’t get cocky yet," Oliver called out. "You guys still have to paddle back."

Leo blinked. "Wait. Paddle?"

Lucas turned to the PE teacher, realization dawning. "You didn’t give us oars."

The teacher smirked. "Didn’t say this was a free ride."

Leo groaned, throwing his head back. "Man, come on!"

The boys onshore laughed as Lucas shook his head, rolling up his sleeves. "Guess we’re doing this the hard way."

He leaned over and began using his hands to paddle through the water, pushing against the current as best he could. Leo followed suit, muttering complaints under his breath.

The raft drifted forward, slow but steady.

It was exhausting, but after everything they had been through — chopping the tree, hauling the logs, tying them together — this part almost felt easy in comparison.

As they made their way back toward the shore, Lucas glanced up and caught sight of Mia watching from a distance.

Unlike the other girls, who had lost interest or were talking amongst themselves, she had her eyes fixed on the raft, an unreadable expression on her face.

Lucas looked away before he could think too hard about it. Right now, all that mattered was making it back to shore without flipping over.

When the raft finally scraped against the sand again, Leo dramatically threw himself onto the beach, sprawled out like a survivor of a shipwreck.

"Land!" he gasped. "Sweet, merciful land!"

The PE teacher laughed, stepping forward. "Alright, who’s next?"

The other boys hesitated. Despite seeing the raft float, none of them seemed too eager to be the next test subjects.

Oliver shoved another boy forward. "You got this, buddy."

The boy shot him a glare but reluctantly stepped onto the second raft with another volunteer.

Soon the last test run was complete and the remaining rafts were finally transported onto the beach.

The boys, still exhausted but riding the high of their success, carried each raft carefully, their muscles aching with each step.

The sun was climbing higher in the sky, its heat beating down on their backs, making every movement feel heavier.

But even with their bodies protesting, there was something fulfilling about seeing the final seven rafts lined up along the shore.

The PE teacher wiped a hand across his sweaty forehead and nodded in approval. "Alright, boys, good work. We’ve got ourselves a fleet now."

Leo, who had been leaning against a nearby log, huffed. "Fleet? Feels more like we just built Noah’s Ark with how long this took."

Oliver smirked, nudging him. "Hey, at least we didn’t sink. That’s gotta count for something."

Some of the boys chuckled while others simply flopped onto the sand, completely spent.

The physical toll of the past two days had caught up with them, and it was clear that if the PE teacher had told them to do anything else, they might just pretend to pass out right then and there.

The math teacher, who had been quietly observing, finally stepped forward. "Now that the rafts are done, we’ll need to make sure they don’t just drift off overnight. We’re going to use the leftover wood to put up a small fence around them."

Lucas raised an eyebrow. "You mean we are?"

The PE teacher smirked. "Nope. We means me and Mr. Numbers over here."

He jabbed a thumb toward the math teacher, who simply sighed at the nickname but didn’t argue.

The boys exchanged glances, and then Leo hesitantly asked, "So... does that mean we’re done for now?"

The PE teacher crossed his arms, looking at them like he was about to say no — but then he grinned. "Yeah, you’re done. Go eat. You earned it."

The reaction was immediate.

The moment the words left his mouth, cheers erupted among the boys.

Some threw their fists into the air, others let out loud whoops, and a few even dropped to their knees dramatically, as if they had been granted mercy from the heavens.

"Wait, wait," the teacher added, raising his voice over the commotion. "Since you all worked hard, we’ll even give you extra portions today."

That was the final push they needed.

Before anyone could even process another word, the boys were gone, sprinting toward the dining area like a pack of wild animals set loose.

Their exhaustion seemed to vanish in the face of food, and soon, all that remained on the beach were footprints in the sand and the two teachers shaking their heads in amusement.

The PE teacher chuckled. "Amazing how fast they can move when food is involved."

The math teacher sighed, adjusting his glasses. "If only they had that same energy during math class."

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