Chapter 53
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 53
Chapter Title: Item Boost
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I rushed over to my number one workers.
The science teacher and Park Soyoung.
They'd settled by a waterfall cascading with fresh water and were busy catching fish.
The cash they brought in each day hovered around 15,000 won.
I'd take that, hand back 5,000 for food, and pocket the remaining 10,000.
Some might point fingers and call it exploitative, but that's knowing one side and ignoring the rest.
Thanks to hanging around with me, they got fruits in this godforsaken place and clean water to drink. Without me, they'd still be slurping waterfall runoff and grilling clams.
Anyway, every other day, I'd swing by, drop off water and food, and get serviced in return.
Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!
"Ahh... Hn... Hngh..."
Park Soyoung, the flight attendant, was a tasty treat.
With all those stunning beauties around, her average looks stood out less, but sometimes, pounding a regular girl hit different.
"Hah... Haah... Min-a sunbae, don't slack—use that tongue properly."
I mounted Park Soyoung and pistoned my hips hard. Each time, I'd make the science teacher give me a post-game cleanup.
She still looked reluctant as hell, but she'd cling desperately to my bucking ass, burying her face and licking away.
"Oh, it's a dangerous day, so please, just outside..."
Squelch. Squelch. Squiiirt!
"Ahh... Hn... Hnngh..."
I kept the science teacher's mouth busy on my balls until I'd slammed home and unloaded deep in Park Soyoung's pussy.
Afterward, glancing down between the teacher's legs, I'd see a puddle of her clear, sticky juices on the ground.
She'd gotten herself off while rimming me.
What a cute girl.
'Still got some pride, though—she's never begged for it to be inside her.'
Worth trying at least once, but she'd held firm.
Maybe she had a rebellious streak by nature.
Or perhaps she figured she'd climb back on top once they got back to Korea.
But when it got really tough, she'd sneak up during sex, then rub her pussy against my calf.
'Anyway, she's a fun one. No wonder her husband couldn't hack it and divorced her.'
Once I'd blown my load and pulled out, the science teacher crawled over on all fours, slipping between my legs.
Slurp. Slurp. Cleaning my cum-and-juice-coated dick was her job too.
"Phew. Min-a sunbae, open wide."
"Aah—"
Once she finished, I'd shove my softening cock in her mouth and relax.
Shhh—
Just like that, I'd piss right down her throat. Only after she showed me her open mouth did their service end.
Of course, she didn't swallow it.
'Yeah, better not. Bad for the body.'
The science teacher needed to stay healthy and keep rimming me for years as my personal bidet.
Sure, I said all that, but I actually liked her fine.
Back in school days, she was the teacher who tormented me the most. So if I had to put a label on it... yeah, a love-hate relationship.
"I've got good news for you two."
After the romp, as they brushed their teeth and washed up, I dropped the line.
They both looked over at the mention of good news.
I bought something from the shop and set it down.
"Student, is that a net?"
"Yep. Twenty meters by twenty, two meters high. Lay it across the stream ahead of time, and when the fish fleeing the waterfall get close, lift the outer edge—easy catch."
Grabbing them one by one took forever.
That's how the science teacher and Park Soyoung had been doing it.
'Probably couldn't snag the fast ones during the day, so they targeted sleeping fish at night.'
The class kids took turns on night watch for the same reason—daytime was too tough.
Even sleeping fish weren't easy to grab by hand.
'But with this net, no more sweating for fish.'
Renting out gear to boost productivity? No one else like me can do it.
"Ah...!"
Park Soyoung got it, clapping her hands in delight.
The science teacher's reaction? Lukewarm.
"Why bother? Even with tools, maintenance is a pain, and after a couple catches, there would be no more fish."
"Doesn't the blood smell from gutting and cleaning draw fresh ones back after a bit?"
"That takes time. At least half a day."
Fair point, so I offered Plan B.
"There's another waterfall nearby, about four klicks away. Wider stream, more fish, but no sleeping spot. Alternate nets between there and here—you'll haul way more than now."
Still, she shrugged it off.
"Eh, what's the point of grinding that hard? We get by without killing ourselves."
She smirked.
Obvious she didn't want to dance to my tune.
More than that, though, it felt deeper.
"Hey, unnie, why you gotta be like that? Come on, what's with you today?"
Park Soyoung glanced at me nervously, soothing her.
I stroked my chin, eyeing the teacher quietly.
'Humans get comfy and stagnate.'
Nearly a month in.
Right when island life could hit hard. They didn't even realize how golden it was following me.
What they needed? Motivation.
'No choice. A bit early, but time to show 'em 21st-century perks.'
I bought more from the shop and laid it out.
Park Soyoung's eyes widened with each item.
The science teacher arms-crossed, head turned, peeking sidelong—but soon her gaze swung full around, and she was right there picking stuff up.
"Huh? A burner and butane? Pot and pan too? Even brown rice...?"
"From now on, ask for whatever—food or otherwise. Any daily essentials, I'll hook you up."
I stopped hiding my powers.
Ignoring how, they knew I could summon not just cool water but modern goods. Eyes spinning.
"Shoes, clothes, utensils, mattress. Makeup, even."
"!!"
"Bring fish, trade for equal value."
Fish held price better than clams.
Or maybe fewer catches kept supply low.
Bottom line: infinite resource.
If they hustled, I'd get cash flow, and life got cushier.
Win-win.
"C-can we trade right now? For... fresh panties instead of food."
I eyed the science teacher.
Worn-out bra and panties. A month on the island—caused them to have holes everywhere and frayed the lace.
"Lots of options. Budget? Your fish total 40,000 won."
"R-really? We can buy?"
I nodded, and she whipped to Park Soyoung.
Even bossy, they worked as a team. Couldn't hog a full day's pay.
Park Soyoung eyed the brown rice, pot, burner.
"I-is this... for us?"
"Gifts."
Her cheeks flushed as she bowed. Then to the teacher:
"I'm good. Unnie's undies are wrecked—grab a set."
"F-fine, up to 40k."
"Color? Size?"
"Brands?"
I rattled off big names like a lingerie salesman, countering her slips.
"S-student... impressive. How's a guy know women's underwear so well...?"
Park Soyoung covered her mouth, impressed. Perks of outfitting my harem.
"Here."
Finally, she got her pick—a sheer black bra and panty set.
Dark tint let skin peek through. Sexy and pretty.
She admired it, face lighting up, and tried it on.
"Whoa, unnie, you look hot!"
"Y-yeah?"
Her eyes flicked from her new undies to Park Soyoung's rice, burner, pot.
Motivation surged visibly.
"Uwahahaha! Where's that waterfall? Let's go! I'll set up shop right here!"
She snatched the net and bolted to the shore.
'So damn cute.'
With gear for her too, I was officially out of a job.
Just grind daily quests for stats and points.
Wander, mount this girl or that, pump and dump.
Daily cash still topped 200k. After handouts, lounging all day dick-deep.
'They're hustling today too.'
Half my routine became spying on the class kids via binoculars.
'Watching the high-and-mighty suffer? Kinda satisfying.'
The ones who'd bossed me to clam-hunt, nagged about fires—now picking clams, choking on smoke to light 'em.
Still decent clothes from plane leftovers, not total ragtag, but rough compared to before.
'Getting it now? Grinding for every meal?'
Day in, day out, busting ass just to eat.
Moving only to survive.
Luxury? Nah.
Prime chance—taste rock bottom deep.
"Ah, Master, hold still. Binocs down. Ampoule time."
"I'm fine."
"Skincare's gotta be consistent."
I lowered them; Kim Yeonju tapped serum into my face.
Massage vibes—odd but nice.
'Funny how things flip.'
Buried in tasks before, now facials from boredom.
'Keep grinding, kids. I'll sample your old life.'
By the end, time had flown.
She wiped my forehead sweat, beaming approval.
"Morning and night from now on."
"Not too much hassle?"
"Quick. Plenty of class girls good at this anyway."
Translation: fuck 'em quick, work 'em like slaves.
I chuckled, nodded.
"They surviving okay?"
"Yeah. Check the binocs."
"Whoa... insane. For real."
Kim Yeonju gawked nonstop.
Worth it. Days of grind paying off.
Hundreds of fish netted.
Solar fans drying in shade.
Smoking over fires nearby.
Even salting, sashimi fresh off the line.
"Master, sure we can chill? Too cocky? Miss the moment, and it's game over."
Worried eyes. I turned, surveying our camp.
Rock plateau littered with luxuries.
Mattresses here, kitchen setup there, beauty station stocked.
Sunny spot: drying rack swaying clothes. Neat piles beside.
She followed my gaze, snorted.
"Silly worry. Flash our setup, they'll beg to join like dogs barking."
"Nah, not that bad."
"Master's too naive. People are unpredictable."
"True enough."
My drop here, the perks—no one saw coming.
Bribing the kids might be easier than thought.
'Still, swallowing that crew whole? Our camp's too small yet. Gotta bulk up first. No tummy ache.'
Timing off too.
Wait longer.
Till their desires bloom desperate.
Confidence in self-reliance shatters, helplessness sets in.
Till the science teacher tires of island grind, reality crashes.
'Then my modern bait? Irresistible. No will to resist. Already broken once.'
Maybe like her, jumping joyful, thrilled to submit.
Barking doggy under me, licking toes on command.
'No rush. Slow burn till then.'
Time would handle it.
I'd just stood when—
[Sudden Event Occurred.]
[In 5 days, a typhoon will strike the island.]