Chapter 9

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Translator: penny

Chapter: 9

Chapter Title: Main Quest

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"Why are you so late?"

Kim Taehun approached and asked. Park Jimin, who had been walking a bit apart from me, shrugged like it was no big deal.

"Ahh. Just... dragged this guy around for a bit?"

Kim Taehun glanced at me standing off to the side and let out a smirk.

"Heh. So, feeling better now?"

"Yeah. Feels great. Like a weight's been lifted. I could fly."

"Hey. Good work?"

Kim Taehun patted my shoulder lightly from the inside, then gripped it hard.

Kim Taehun.

The heir to a massive entertainment conglomerate, just like Park Jimin.

That's why the two of them were close.

Rumor had it they even did drugs together sometimes.

Of course, they were just friends, and Park Jimin didn't see Kim Taehun as anything more than a close buddy.

But Kim Taehun liked Park Jimin.

At least, that's what I'd observed over time.

Park Jimin, indifferent to everyone else, naturally had no clue about it.

"But Jimin, why are you walking like that?"

"Hm? Oh, this? Earlier I was pissed and stomping around, then my leg cramped up in the most embarrassing way. Heh. So I was rolling around like an idiot."

"Kekeke. You psycho. That's so you, Park Jimin."

Of course, that wasn't the real reason Park Jimin was walking with her legs spread awkwardly.

It was because I'd taken her virginity.

Just moments ago, she'd been pinned under me, moaning her head off as she took every drop of my cum.

I'd yanked her hair, ravaged that tight little pussy, and made her swallow my spit.

Kim Taehun had no idea, but if he pulled down those shorts right now, he'd see her pussy swollen red from my pounding.

"Hey. Good work?"

Kim Taehun playfully tapped my cheek. I grinned like an idiot back at him.

Getting slapped should've pissed me off, but why was I smiling instead?

"Taehun."

Park Jimin, who had been staring at us, strode right between us.

"Cut it out and let's eat. I'm hungry."

"Huh? Yeah, let's go. So what're we eating today?"

"......"

For a moment, I felt dazed.

'Did she just help me out? Park Jimin of all people?'

Nah, probably just my imagination.

I tilted my head, watching them, then felt my shaky legs and collapsed onto the ground.

'Oh yeah, speaking of, I came a ton. Even back in middle school jerking off like crazy, four times a day was my max.'

Still, thinking about fucking Park Jimin made my dick twitch again.

Her words before we came back here only fueled it.

-If you wanna do it again, just say so anytime. I'll play along.

No. Can't do more.

I shook my head and willed my erection down.

Dawn was breaking before I knew it.

Fucking Park Jimin was fun, but I had work to do.

I caught a quick nap, ate breakfast, and got moving right away.

Time to check on the Main Quest.

Only one quest remained in the quest window.

The daily quest was already cleared and gone, so this was the Main Quest. The one that would send us back to the original world once completed.

'Survive on a Deserted Island.'

Quest titles usually encompassed the content.

Survive on a Deserted Island. That meant this island we were on was originally uninhabited.

'The method is survival.'

If we succeeded, the reward would send us back home.

'Let's clear a few quests first.'

I wandered the shoreline, scanning the sandy beach.

There were plenty of clams of various kinds—not scarce at all.

But honestly, I had no clue which was which.

I was just an ordinary high schooler.

Lucky enough to get into an elite academy full of chaebol kids.

I had zero knowledge about nature or ecology.

All I knew was not to drink random water.

'Is this a clam? Hmm. Nah?'

I picked them up one by one.

'Clam, so ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠maybe the ones with white shells among the shellfish.'

I reasoned as best I could, but still couldn't tell.

I needed a solution. A way to break through this efficiently.

Then it hit me.

'Wait. If I pick up a clam, won't the quest register it?'

A random thought, but worth trying.

I immediately gathered various clams and checked the quest window while picking them up one by one.

And...

'Ooh.'

The number went up.

Test: dropped it on the ground, and it reset to 0.

That meant the one I just picked was a clam.

Once confirmed, it was smooth sailing. I roamed the white sandy shore, grabbing every clam I saw.

'Nah, not this one. Good. That's the guy.'

Still confusing at a glance, but with the quest window open, I verified on the spot. No issues.

Real-time feedback sharpened my eye fast.

By the end, my hit rate was over 20%.

"Hey there."

"?"

"Good morning."

I turned to see shapely legs. Looking up: knee-length skirt, then a perfectly fitted flight attendant uniform.

"Yes. Good morning, Yeonju noona. Sleep well last night?"

She fidgeted in front of me. Wondering why, I stared—then realized she was glancing at my crotch.

Once she saw my dick wasn't hard, she sighed in relief. Guess she was worried I'd drag her off for a morning blowjob.

"Yeah, so-so. Night watch is... honestly exhausting."

"Middle of the night shift's the worst. I'll take it today."

"Thanks. And about yesterday too."

Yesterday?

I tilted my head, and Kim Yeonju quickly added.

"The snake incident."

"Ah."

"Honestly, didn't expect you to search so thoroughly. You could've just ignored it."

I just smiled brightly.

I'd helped because I wanted to enjoy her body.

Didn't want the guys stealing those full tits and killer curves.

'But that's only a matter of time.'

Right now, chaos was popping off, everyone dazed and busy.

But once they adapted, balls heavy with boredom...

The guys would definitely seek release.

'Girls are off-limits due to backlash, so they'll target the easy marks: teachers and attendants.'

By then, food would run low, anxiety spiking, tempers fraying.

Violence to vent stress.

'Gotta go independent first.'

That was goal one.

Solve food, separate from those ticking bombs.

Then grow strong and come back to crush them one by one. Final goal.

So for now, hustle and solve food.

"What're you doing, anyway?"

"Picking clams."

"Whoa. Clams?"

I pulled out the ones from my pockets to show her.

Kim Yeonju's eyes widened.

"These are really clams?"

"Yep."

The system said so—had to be right.

"Oh my god. These precious things... So this is the legendary clam I've only heard about."

Kim Yeonju licked her lips.

"Are they tasty?"

"You've never had one?"

"Uh, yeah... sorta."

She knew what they looked like but never tasted? Lame lie, even tired.

But she nodded understandingly.

"Makes sense. Queen of shellfish, super expensive. Can't just try it."

Atmosphere said they were delicious.

"They are. Really."

As expected from her mouth.

I looked down at the clams in my hand with fresh eyes.

Gulp.

Not swallowing from hunger.

Thrill of taking the first step.

Stranded in the wild, clueless on edibles—then Kim Yeonju confirmed it.

This one's safe to eat.

'Shellfish are probably all safe, right? No need for specifically clams?'

The thought had crossed my mind briefly.

But I knew zilch about nature or critters.

No guarantee no poisonous ones like bad mushrooms.

No hospital, docs, or meds—better cautious.

Unless this world's ecosystem was totally alien, but...

'Quest name's Survive on a Deserted Island. Catching these helps survival.'

I eyed Kim Yeonju.

"How do you eat them?"

"Any way. Raw, grilled, in soup. Raw's risky, though—better avoid."

Then... I handed her the clams.

"Think you could find a sack or something to carry these?"

"A sack? Oh! Prepping for food shortages!"

"......"

"You're amazing. Here I am, the attendant responsible for you all, just eating and moping negatively. And a student's more mature than me."

Misunderstanding.

I wasn't stockpiling food for her.

"I'll grab one now! Wait just a sec!"

I checked the quest window.

Reset to zero after handing all nine to her.

I roamed the shore again, spotting clams faster now—they were familiar.

"I'm back!"

I handed the gathered clams to Kim Yeonju. Pick, hand over; pick, hand over.

My eye improved each time.

'Let's see. Not this, yes this one.'

Hit rate nearing 70%. Gathering sped up.

Hard to believe it was the same guy from before.

'Good. Eight out of ten now. Little more and I'll know clams perfectly.'

That was the point.

Handing clams to her reset the quest.

Can't judge post-completion.

So imprint them in my head first.

"Not picking other shellfish?"

"Nah, just clams for now."

"Wow. We're in for a feast today. Honestly, I was worried."

I got it.

Everyone at breakfast felt it.

Heat spoiled the short-shelf food overnight—trash now.

Only processed stuff or heat-resilient left.

Breakfast was meager.

Embarrassing compared to last night's feast.

Seafood clam party? Welcome sight.

Kim Yeonju furrowed her brow.

"But this looks like that, and that like this—how do you tell?"

I inspected hers, filtering out non-clams.

Only one real clam in her haul. Pity.

"You just know after looking."

She tried helping a few more times—all fails.

Finally, she gave up picking, dragged the clam sack, and followed me.

Swoosh.

Hand clam, receive it.

Hand, receive.

Suddenly, she opened the sack mouth instead of taking it.

No need to hand over directly.

I agreed, tossed it in—and paused.

'Hm? What? Didn't decrease?'

Fresh clam from ground—tossed in.

Still no drop.

Tried handing directly to her hand.

Up to 3, then back to 2.

'Tied to ownership?'

Intriguing.

Didn't get the mechanic, but to reset, hand directly.

Back to ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠handing her clams.

"Huh? Just toss it in—why hand it over...?"

"Just 'cause. This way I get to touch a pretty noona's hand, see her beautiful face."

"Eek. Such cheesy... I'm married, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠y'know. Husband, kids. Tone down the flirty confessions."

She blushed beet red, looked away.

After, she avoided my eyes.

Stared at my profile, then whipped away when I turned, just stuck out her hand.

Her teen-crush vibe sparked mischief. I slid my bare hand over hers, interlocking.

She yelped, jumping.

"Wh-what are you doing! Focus on work when working!"

"So skinship's okay off the clock?"

"I-I don't know!"

Cute noona.

I chuckled softly, grabbed clams fast. Tossed into sack.

Familiar now—no more resets needed.

Walked, picked clams on sight, tossed.

Counter filled quick—done.

I closed the alerts and checked the next quest.

Drinking water?