The Exploration Club’s plan was simple—hit up a southern island, soak up some rays, and chill like they’d never chilled before. Sun, sand, and zero responsibilities. That was the dream, anyway. But fate’s a real piece of work, and it decided to throw a massive wrench in their gears. A mysterious shipwreck later, they’re washed up on some unknown shore, completely disoriented. And to pile on the weirdness, they quickly realize this joint ain’t even their world. Talk about a plot twist.
Then comes the dream—a goddess pops in with a wild request: turn this place, Harermun Island, into a buzzing tourist hotspot. The club—one guy and three girls—suddenly find themselves in the island development business. The scenery’s packed with funky plants they’ve never laid eyes on, and the locals are drop-dead gorgeous, greeting them with smiles that could melt butter.
At first, it feels like a crazy adventure. Maybe they can actually build something cool here, leave their mark. But when night rolls around and the weight of their situation hits, doubt starts creeping in like a bad hangover.
“Are we ever getting home?”
That question hangs heavier than a sack of bricks. Anxiety crashes over her like a tidal wave, and she finds herself clinging to the guy she’s been secretly crushing on for what feels like forever. She can’t bottle it up anymore—the feelings she’s buried for years come spilling out like soda from a shaken can.
“I love you.”
On an island where 99% of the population is female, surrounded by strangers and impossible odds, that tiny confession shifts everything. His harem paradise? It’s only just getting started.