Chapter 29
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 29
Chapter Title: Good Sister, Good Brother-in-Law
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Noon, with the sun beating down mercilessly.
The shoreline where the wreckage of the crashed plane came into view was abuzz with unrest.
The graduates of Daehan International High School tilted their heads, staring into the forest.
"Hey. Those guys aren't coming back? What happened to them?"
"They didn't run off, did they?"
"All the food and water's right here. Where would they even go?"
"Who knows. There might be a freshwater source somewhere."
Oh Sejun, heir to a pharmaceutical company and scion of a renowned scientific family, shook his head firmly.
"Where there's water, people inevitably live. No human traces around and no buildings—this means it's a deserted island uninhabitable by people. Above all, islands with freshwater sources make up less than 1% worldwide. Unless they're dead, they'll come back."
With Oh Sejun saying it so definitively, the others gradually nodded in agreement.
But then someone shouted.
"Hey, the woman who was at the radio's gone!"
"What?"
"No way... they really ditched us?"
"Are they all crazy?!"
The hot-tempered Kim Taehun kicked up sand viciously. Anger rippled across the others' faces.
"Shouldn't we go grab them right now?"
Yoon Jihoo stretched, while Kim Taehun huffed, looking ready to charge into the forest any second.
A calm voice settled over them.
"Let them go."
"Jaejun!"
"The plane's right here anyway. Rescue teams will head straight for it. If they're alive—and want to stay that way—they'll come back."
Right. The plane had a tracking device inside.
Meaning rescue teams would inevitably come here.
"Even if they don't, that's their choice. We respect it. No need to drag them back if they want to leave."
"Fair enough."
"Yeah. It's their call, so let's respect it."
The group shrugged. Soon, their lips curled into sly grins.
"Ugh, idiots. Couldn't just tough it out."
"Tell me about it. We could've taken good care of them when we get back home."
"Hey, hey. Forget those runaways. Let's eat."
"What've we got left?"
Han Dohoon held up two items, one in each hand.
Hardtack biscuits in one, and a perfectly balanced nutrition drink in the other—a beverage packed with comprehensive nutrients.
"Ah, hardtack again? I'm sick of that stuff."
"Sigh. I want fruit. Any coconuts left?"
"Nah. We ate the last ones last night."
The kids furrowed their brows, picking up biscuits and drinks one by one.
They grimaced for a while before tearing into them and forcing it down.
"Ugh. Hard, dry, and tasteless."
Sand crunched lightly underfoot.
To my left and right, the twins bounced along right beside me, their footsteps matching.
Their cheeks bulged like they might burst, mouths working nonstop as they chewed.
"Tasty?"
Nod, nod.
The twins nodded vigorously at my question.
Their little faces beamed with utter bliss, like they owned the world.
It wasn't just them. Our homeroom teacher and Kim Yeonju, following behind, wore smiles too.
"Master, you're amazing. Watermelons out here?"
That's right—we'd bought a watermelon and were each munching on chunks held in our hands.
Even with the sun's heat still lingering, trudging through the sand felt effortless.
"Any sodas, maybe?"
"Sorry, doesn't seem like they've got anything that fancy."
"Too bad. But eating cool watermelon in a place like this is luxury enough."
Chomp!
Kim Yeonju bit into her slice with a goofy grin, looking truly delighted. The teacher hadn't said a word since starting on hers.
'Watermelon's the best for heat, huh.'
I shoveled a rough hunk into my mouth and tossed the rind aside.
I'd wanted to eat neatly, but no knife meant smashing it with rocks.
The chunks were messy; so clean bites were impossible.
So I ate sloppily and ditched the scraps on the ground. True indulgence, as Kim Yeonju said.
'Money's easy to make again anyway.'
I shook off my hands after finishing. The twins scurried over, offering their leftover watermelon rinds.
Whispering in my ear.
"'Cause we're friends."
"Yeah. Thanks."
Kids are so pure sometimes.
Don't you think?
Taking credit for the watermelon I gave them.
'Interesting, though.'
I munched the offered rinds while eyeing the twins' crotches.
Despite the intense kissing and grinding, their swimsuit bottoms showed no stains.
'Not even a little wet. Guess they're totally uninterested in sex.'
Maybe I should keep touching to heighten sensitivity, awaken pleasure in them, then lead them into sex with me.
That was the plan.
But these results made me doubt if it could work.
'Should I force it?'
I considered, then glanced at the teacher and Kim Yeonju and shook my head.
They're reliable allies. The ones who'd stand by me even if everyone else turned.
I can't force it in front of them.
It might erode their trust in me.
So let's avoid force. Make them approach me first, then ignite their desire willingly.
If not, I'll handle it away from the others' eyes.
'Conquering them will take time.'
But whatever. Time's plentiful.
'Alright, belly full—time to earn more cash.'
I picked clams off the beach while walking, tossing them into the shop window without overdoing it or slowing us down.
"Prepping them early, Woojin?"
The teacher approached and asked.
It was a bit late to mention, but we'd tossed all the grilled shellfish earlier.
Sex made us burn them to crisps, but even without that, we couldn't eat them.
Tried a few good ones, though they were crunchy with sand in them.
'Lesson learned.'
Natural critters need serious prep to eat safely.
'Even water needs purifying or boiling.'
Or parasites and junk might be injested.
The shop window handled all that hassle.
Without it, a small group like ours couldn't function.
I shook my head at the teacher.
"Nah, not prepping. Tossing them in like this turns them into cash."
"Cash?"
"Yeah. Buy water or whatever with it. Stock up now, and we can get more watermelon—or strawberries."
"!!"
The word "strawberries" lit up the twins' eyes.
They stuck close, watching me pick, then scattered to scour the beach.
'Huh?'
Soon they brought me their finds.
Amazingly, they'd picked up only clams—spot on.
"You know what clams are?"
Tilt.
Innocent confusion.
But then their family background flashed in my mind.
A past class gossip resurfaced.
—Piano lessons for the older sister, painting lessons for the younger sister? Yet they don't have a finance?
—Yeah, their maternal side's a famous artist family. They'll do heir training later.
So they had sharp eyes.
They were instinctively great at observing and visualizing.
Looks like they really did inherited their parent's blood.
Pick, pick. Pick, pick.
They'd glanced at my clams and flawlessly selected more.
"We'll help too!"
"Me too, Woojin!"
The teacher and Kim Yeonju jumped in, but I firmly refused.
Them staying put helped more.
Most of what they brought wasn't clams.
Pat pat pat.
But the twins? Perfect every time—no inspection needed.
They held out hands brimming with clams.
I couldn't help but chuckle.
Like cats proudly dropping mice for approval.
"Thanks."
I ruffled their hair. The purple-haired cuties gazed up.
"Earn a ton, and strawberries for dinner."
Off they scampered.
Whoa. Back at it.
Kids are so easy to work.
With three of us, cash piled up fast.
Cash: 105,144 won
This pace meant food worries were off the table for a while.
A short farming session netted enough for over 100 2L waters.
'Push hard and I might hit a million cash?'
What a happy dilemma.
Then a glitch caught my eye.
'Hm? The sell price dropped?'
Thought it was nothing at first, but it worsened.
Clams 10.95kg
Value: 104,949 won
Cash Granted: 10,494 won
'10kg used to fetch around 200k value.'
Now it's half.
I tested more, dumping clams in.
Value kept dropping—to 20k per 10kg.
My cut: measly 2k.
Down to 1/10th original.
'I oversold, and now the value crashed?'
That's the only explanation.
'Damn. Just when money was flowing.'
Problems always hit when things ease up.
It was frustrating, then an idea struck.
'Do I gotta stick to clams?'
I got a not bad plan to work with. Might be worth trying.
I'll quit if it flops.
I grabbed the most common shells everywhere.
Common Shell 28g
Value: 285 won
Cash Granted: 28 won
'Nice.'
Low per unit vs. clams' 200 won, but these littered the ground.
No hunting needed—just scoop.
"Kids, grab these now."
Nod, nod.
Twins zipped around.
Weight piled, value soared.
Common Shells 10.14kg
Value: 103,210 won
Cash Granted: 10,321 won
'Yes!'
Unlike the clams' 2k, these gave 10k.
I smacked the twins' butts playfully.
"Yuri, Yejin. Work hard—tons of strawberries later."
Nod, nod!
They scattered excitedly. Teacher and Kim Yeonju joined, figuring it was easy.
Four people hustling meant I just received and dumped the shells.
"This one's next. Got it?"
Nod.
We switch when prices dip.
"Short break. Strawberries for you two? Teacher, Yeonju?"
Feed them treats, then pat for good work.
Slurp. Suck. Slurrrp.
Breaks: used to vent built-up lust.
"Yejin's turn."
I popped a strawberry in. Yejin climbed atop, lips meeting mine.
Tongue dove in, licking my tongue and berry.
I endured her teasing while kneading their asses.
Over swimsuits for rears, sneaking fingers inside unnoticed.
Goddess twins, they were thrilling to play with.
Nom nom.
Chewing happily, Yuri and Yejin thrust index fingers at me.
"Again?"
Nod.
"Come on."
Strawberry in, Yuri mounted and smashed lips. Chomp!
I met her challenge, hugging the waiting Yejin close, groping.
We did flat chest play and nipple rubs— she shivered, her tips hardening.
'I got some progress here, it was a slow but sure way.'
Perfect.
Pretty kids earning cash, playing, then skinshipping.
Kim Yeonju spotted my hard-on, she dove with teacher to suck me off.
I groped twins' asses and nips over their swimsuits, erupting my cum from the pleasure.
Splurt. Splurt. Spluuuurt.