Chapter 69
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 69
Chapter Title: Airplane
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In the storm-lashed forest, two people faced each other.
"You beat me here?"
Park Jimin waved her hand, and Jeong Seohee nodded slightly from the deep shadows under the palm tree.
"The goods?"
"Follow me."
"Can't go far."
Park Jimin jerked her head toward the rear. Far off in the distance, Kim Taehun was approaching step by step toward their position.
"It's right up ahead. No need to worry."
Jeong Seohee took the lead.
After moving just twenty meters, they arrived at a backpack tied to a rope and dangling from a palm tree.
"Ten hand warmers and one water canteen. And instead of bananas, I put in Shine Muscats like you asked."
Bananas were too big to hide from the kids' eyes.
That's why Park Jimin had requested the Shine Muscats.
She could separate them one by one, tuck them into her bikini top, and pop them into her mouth discreetly.
Of course, size wasn't the only reason.
'Grapes have almost as many calories as bananas.'
No matter how empty her stomach felt, Park Jimin—who had managed her diet for twenty years—could recite food calories in her sleep.
Park Jimin smiled as she checked the backpack's contents.
"Mmm. But seriously, it's amazing. Getting Shine Muscats on an island like this. You really won't explain? Don't you think it's about time?"
"There'll be a chance later."
"Fair enough."
"Then I'm off."
Jeong Seohee turned to leave without hesitation, then paused as if something had just occurred to her.
"We'll feed Lee Seohyun on our end before sending her back. Handle her share yourself."
"Okay. Got it."
"You're not curious about this?"
"I have a hunch."
Park Jimin wasn't an idiot. Even her whims had their reasons.
'Didn't expect Lee Seohyun to move this fast... but whatever. As long as the little bitch enjoyed her meal.'
Park Jimin waved cheerfully at Jeong Seohee with a bright smile.
"How'd it go?"
Jeong Seohee returned from her meeting with Park Jimin and shrugged at my question.
"Her complexion looks decent, at least. As long as she's eating well, her body will keep generating heat steadily. No worries for now."
"The human body is tougher than you think. Good work, Seohee."
"No problem."
Jeong Seohee approached and shed her raincoat.
Her nude body emerged naturally—she wore nothing underneath.
She folded the raincoat neatly, tied it securely to a palm tree with a vine, then strode over and stood before Lee Seohyun.
"Lick."
Lee Seohyun crawled on all fours. With my cock in her ass, she crawled until her face was buried in Jeong Seohee's crotch.
Slurp. Slurp. Sluuuurp.
She licked Jeong Seohee's pussy eagerly.
I thrust my hips, sliding my cock in and out of Lee Seohyun's ass.
Squelch. Squelch. Squelch squelch.
As my cock plunged in and out of her ass, the banana lodged in her pussy wobbled up and down.
Lee Seohyun hadn't been satisfied with three bananas.
She'd begged me to play with her more, and this time, she had one clenched in her pussy.
Flap flap.
But as my pounding made the banana shake precariously, Lee Seohyun tensed her lower belly to hold it in place.
Her ass clenched tightly around my condom-covered cock.
Haah. It felt incredible.
Jeong Seohee seemed pleased with Lee Seohyun's tongue work too. She grabbed her head, pressing it firmly against her pussy, and resumed our interrupted conversation.
"But no matter how well she's eating and holding out, today is the limit at best. Body temperature regulation is hardest during sleep."
"Yeah, probably."
"Thought about what to do with the kids?"
"Hmm."
I looked down at Lee Seohyun, her ears perked up attentively.
"Planning to watch a bit longer for now."
I reached out and gripped her small ass firmly.
Then, after a deep breath, I rammed my thick cock mercilessly into her ass.
Thwack thwack thwack thwack thwack!
I shoved in the half-buried shaft with brute force.
"Aaaagh!"
My cock sank deep into her ass.
Deeper than when I'd fucked her pussy.
I pounded relentlessly into the spot where even a banana couldn't reach, and Lee Seohyun bucked her hips wildly, clenching and unclenching her thighs repeatedly.
She hugged Jeong Seohee tightly with both arms and screamed.
"Ack! Ack! I-it hurts, Master! Seohyun hurts! Aaaagh!"
"Scream louder! Let your friends hear!"
"Aaaagh! Ack! Hngaaah!"
Lee Seohyun's ass hole was incredibly tight, not just her pussy. Probably because her whole body was so small.
I'd already shoved nearly three-quarters of my cock into that tiny hole—it had to hurt.
"Hm? Seohyun, your banana's slipping."
"Ngh! Ng! Ng!"
No matter the pain, it was nothing compared to losing food. Lee Seohyun clenched her ass with iron will.
For a moment, the grip rivaled even Jeong Seohee's martial artist's asshole—intense and unique.
I hammered my cock even harder into her ass, which was trying to lock me in place.
Squelch squelch. Squelch squelch.
Each thrust made oil squirt out of her ass with wet sounds.
The smooth sensation amid the tight pressure brought me to the edge quickly.
"Cumming now."
"Ng. Ngh. Y-yes, cum quick. Cum in Seohyun's ass please."
"Hey. Don't forget to lick my pussy."
Jeong Seohee grabbed Lee Seohyun's head and wedged it tightly between her thighs.
"Mmph! Mph! Mmmph!"
"Lick. Don't even think of stopping till I cum."
Lee Seohyun thrashed her head side to side, struggling to breathe.
But with Jeong Seohee unmoving, she desperately worked her tongue and mouth.
Slurp. Slurp. Slurrrrp.
Her ass convulsed in response.
"Ngh. Here it comes. Taking my load."
I pounded her twitching ass mercilessly, then right before climax, forced my cock to the hilt and unleashed my cum.
Spurt. Spurt spuuuurt.
I savored the afterglow for a while, cock still buried deep.
"Mmmph! Mph! Hnnngh!"
Lee Seohyun, swallowing my cock to the root, twisted her body desperately trying to push it out.
But I gripped her ass tight, refusing to let go.
"Huff! Huff! Huuuuuff!"
She slapped the back of my hand with her palms, shook her head side to side, begging me to stop—but I just thrust deeper, pressing my cock against the depths of her ass.
Squelch. Squelch. Squiiiish.
Finally, like a broken faucet, a torrent gushed from between her legs.
I pulled out only when my cock went limp and floppy.
Spluuurt—
Impressive. After all that brutal pounding, her pussy still held the banana firm.
I'd promised an extra Shine Muscat if she endured one ass-fuck without dropping it—and she'd managed.
In some ways, it was astonishing tenacity.
'Whew. Anyway, that ass was no joke.'
I admired her asshole inwardly.
It was so tight and chewy—worth fucking.
Even after all that shaking with my massive cock inside, it was already closing up.
And at its center, the condom I'd filled stuck out, lodged deep.
'Clung so tight, my cock slipped out but the condom stayed put.'
I grabbed the protruding condom and tugged it out.
"Hng. Ngh. Hnnngh..."
It wouldn't budge despite several tries.
So I yanked hard.
The condom stretched taut, slowly parting her sphincter as it emerged.
"Ahk. Hk. Haaahk."
Pop— out came the condom.
It was heavy, brimming with my thick cum.
"Seohyun, this is the cum I pulled from your ass. See?"
...Nod nod.
"Now you know you can take it in the ass too, right? Next time I want it, offer up that hole."
Lee Seohyun nodded obediently, then dove back into licking Jeong Seohee's pussy clean.
Jeong Seohee shuddered before squirting all over Lee Seohyun's face with a squiiiish.
"Haa haa."
"Seohee, what do you think? Pretty useful, huh?"
"Just like you said, Woojin. Thought it was pointless, but I like her. Hey. No slacking—finish like a good bitch."
Lee Seohyun sucked my cock clean. Then she buried her face back in Jeong Seohee's crotch, licking up every drop of squirt.
I stroked Lee Seohyun's head and fed her the banana.
"Tasty?"
"Yes!"
Lee Seohyun no longer recoiled from my touch.
She crouched like a dog, accepting food from my hand as natural.
'This should be enough training for Lee Seohyun.'
I fed her well, then quietly returned her to her original spot.
Oh, before sending her back to the half-class group, we exchanged the canteen 400 times without fail.
'No matter how busy, gotta clear the daily quest.'
After that, I lay on the rubber boat, kneading Jeong Seohee's big tits until I fell into a deep sleep.
When I woke, the second day of the typhoon was nearly over.
And a lot had changed.
"Aaaah. F-fucking freezing."
The class kids shivered violently in the cold.
The temperature wasn't that low, and humidity was high. Normally, it'd be hot enough for AC.
But most were trembling.
Soaked by rain, they'd lost body heat as it evaporated.
Their bodies tried producing warmth to fight the chill, but couldn't create energy from nothing.
Simple: equivalent exchange. No food, no heat.
"M-move. Or we'll freeze to death."
"Fuck. No strength to move. Aah. Even holding back waves is hard."
The rain had eased to a lull, but overnight downpours had raised water to hip level.
A big wave could submerge them to the neck.
Lose strength, and they'd be swept away.
"...I'm just sleepy."
Some in bad shape were even dozing off.
It was a full-blown crisis—they were dying.
Maybe that's why.
"Can't take this anymore."
Someone stood abruptly, drawing all eyes. Han Dogun. He shouted to his friends.
"Hey, fuck this. Let's just go to the plane."
"The plane?"
"Yeah! Shelter from rain, dry off!"
The plane stood firm even in the typhoon. Though the island was flooded, most of the fuselage remained above water.
Getting there might solve the hypothermia.
"B-but what about sharks?"
"Y-yeah. You saw on day one. What happened to that flight attendant."
But fear gripped them.
The distance wasn't far— just over 200 meters.
Could they reach and board safely?
"Damn. If not for the psycho and Oh Sejun blocking, we wouldn't be shivering like this."
"Tell me about it."
As things worsened, Park Jimin and Oh Sejun drew the class's ire.
"Fucking assholes! Why'd you spout bullshit then?!"
"Die alone if you wanna! Dragging us all down with your dumb brains—happy now?!"
They needed someone to blame, and those two fit perfectly.
"W-wait. Sejun only said that thinking of us."
"Oh Seyoung, blood ties don't excuse him. Without Oh Sejun, we'd all be resting easy there."
"Right. We're all dying because of those two—still defending them?"
Oh Seyoung and Oh Sejun were half-siblings—same father, different mothers. That's what they meant.
But Oh Seyoung fired back incredulously.
"Who do you think saved us from starving? Making fishing rods, salt, smoking fish in ovens, drying it—who came up with that?!"
They had no retort. It was true.
Still, backing down stung their pride. So they turned on the last target: Park Jimin.
"Fucking bitch. If only you'd shut up!"
"Can't you just chill for once?! Gotta fuck us all over?!"
But amid the curses, Park Jimin just grinned.
"Laughing?"
"You think this is funny?!"
Like Oh Seyoung defending Oh Sejun, the four helped by Kim Taehun and Park Jimin tried to back her.
But Park Jimin waved them off—no need—and spoke.
"Guys. Forgot my nickname? I'm the psycho. Daehan International High's psycho. Following a psycho like me—you all retarded? Pfft."
She giggled, and they couldn't respond.
Wasting energy cursing was pointless, and tangling with a nutcase only hurt themselves.
As the argument died down, Han Dogun spoke again.
"Anyway, let's head to the plane now."
"But sharks—how?!"
"We'll die of hypothermia anyway! Snap out of it, goblin!"
"Urgh."
"Ryusia. Your thoughts? How long can we last?"
Ryusia.
Granddaughter of a hospital magnate, from a doctor dynasty, daughter of a famous TV doc.
She could gauge the situation by eye, even without expertise.
"...Some are fine, but the weak ones are in danger. Won't last the day."
"For real?"
"Lips aren't blue yet, but once they are—no saving them."
Her words unified them: to the plane.
"Fuck it, let's go! Better to try than die sitting!"
"Depart now!"
The kids gathered to move.
"To the plane, then. Prep and assemble."
Kim Jaejun followed the flow, soothing them. Evacuating to the plane was set.
But some still refused.
"Sejun. You coming?"
Oh Sejun didn't budge.
"Yah. Come on. What're you doing alone?"
"Yeah, without you, surviving post-typhoon's impossible."
Oh Sejun just shook his head. He rejected their pleas again.
The boys finally gave up persuading him.
"Psycho. We really not going?"
"Trust this big sis only, Sujin. We're holding out."
"J-Jimin. B-but typhoon end date? Just waiting ain't smart."
"Chaeyeon, no worries. Trust me. Follow me, and it'll be fine. No dying. Right, Seohyun?"
Park Jimin smiled brightly. Lee Seohyun laughed awkwardly and nodded.
Still uneasy, Yoon Chaeyeon tugged Kang Hye-rin's arm.
"Jimin won't convince—you okay?"
"I trust the psycho. So even if we die, I'm with her."
Thus, Oh Sejun, Oh Seyoung, Park Jimin's crew, and Kim Taehun stayed. Everyone else headed to the plane.
The class eyed the holdouts pityingly.
"Retards. Holding out like they know when rain stops."
"Right. Gotta have guts sometimes."
Fear of sharks, but thinking 'in a group, won't target me'—they surged toward the plane.
Wading through chest-neck deep water.
At first, all moved slowly together.
Like scared fish schooling.
But as the plane neared,
cold gnawing, urge to dry off overwhelming—impatient ones pushed ahead.
Boys reached first.
"Hey hey. Up. Up."
Lee Minhyuk, first aboard, hauled up the other boys one by one. All guys boarded, girls climbing next—
Roooosh—
The lull ended; storm raged anew.
Rain thickened; calm sea filled with sheets.
Rumble.
Thunder cracked, then grrrrind— the plane shrieked, shaking.
"Huh?"
Han Dogun looked up, sensing wrongness.
Lightning flashed, thunder boomed.
Then he saw it: dark seawater rushing close.
'Why's the sea so close...?'
Splash!
The beached plane tilted back sharply, sucked into the depths.
"Uwaaak!"
"W-what?!"
Too sudden—no reaction. Kids dragged under with the plane.
Girls not yet aboard tumbled back in the surge.
They scrambled up, but sand eluded their feet oddly.
Sensing doom, they thrashed limbs desperately, surfacing.
"Come back! Here! Here!"
"Over here!"
Island holdouts waved from afar.
They swam back frantically.
Retraced path in panic.
Somehow, danger screamed: swim or die.
Gasp. Heave.
Back at start, they looked—the plane was gone.
Vanished completely.
As if never there.