Kneeling Punishments and Midnight Embraces
"I ate a bit 'cause I was starving, but kneeling and raising my hands...?"
"Get down on the floor, you fucking bitch."
"A fitting punishment. Thank you."
Lee Seo-hee stood her punishment on the mattress soaked with spit, piss, cum, and pussy juices. When Lee Seong-un spoke harshly, her limp arms dropping down snapped into a perfect ninety-degree angle.
"Hey, eat this."
"...What is it?"
"If you don't wanna stuff your face, fine... "
"Who said I wouldn't eat?"
As Lee Seong-un moved to take back the tossed energy bar and chocolate, Baek Jin-ah tore off the wrappers in a panic, afraid it'd be snatched away, and crammed them into her starving gut.
"We on casual terms now? Then me too... "
"Drop and give me twenty."
"I was just kidding... "
"Twenty. Now."
Lee Seo-hee, oblivious as ever, butted in with her chatter and earned the first push-ups of her life. She'd only ever watched others do them, never tried herself, so she stuck her ass way too high, making it harder than necessary.
"Ugh, why is this so fucking hard...!"
"Every time that mouth opens, add ten minutes."
"No clock here—how am I supposed to...?"
"Headbutt the floor."
Lee Seo-hee, who'd stolen food on her own whim, sassed back again, so Lee Seong-un cracked his knuckles, darkening the mood.
"Shit. You ate a ton, huh."
Lee Seong-un rummaged through Baek Jin-ah's backpack, checking the remaining rations. Two energy bars, twenty single chocolates, eight coconuts. If the rainy season tapered off in a day or two as he guessed, he could forage more, but on this deserted island, downpours could strike anytime.
'Better stop soon.'
For now, all they could do was wait out the rains and ration what was left.
The sky had been drizzling gently past lunchtime when thick storm clouds rolled in, thunder and lightning crashing wildly.
'Nothing goes right.'
To top it all off. If the rains worsened, food would be an issue, but firewood was the real killer. The stacked logs and twigs would run out by tonight, and they'd absorbed so much moisture they only smoked wetly. Burning cave trash was out too— it'd just spew toxic fumes.
So tonight, the only way to survive was for all three of them—himself included—to huddle together for warmth.
"Scoot over a bit more."
"Use your backpack as a pillow or something. Why climb all over me?"
After yesterday's mess, he'd expected pushback, but she agreed surprisingly easy.
"Could you untie my hands at least? They hurt."
"Just shut up and sleep, Seo-hee."
"Baek-chin, talking all pretty now?"
"Wanna make it prettier?"
When he told them to quit yapping and sleep if they had energy for bullshit, Lee Seo-hee and Baek Jin-ah grumbled on either side before falling silent, just breathing.
'Should've grabbed the hides along with the meat.'
The wild boar pelt had been plenty for one, but with two more bodies, it barely covered them. He'd tossed the meat to avoid attracting beasts, but after years solo, forgetting the hides was a regret now.
'Gotta crush 'em in peak condition.'
Everything was lining up perfectly to pay back years of bullshit— he didn't want them croaking pathetically before that.
'Maybe hit the north cliff.'
Once the island's rainy season ended, seabirds flocked to the northern cliffs in a few days. The birds themselves tasted greasy and salty like oil-soaked duck, nothing special, but their fat made great torches or multi-use fuel. And the eggs in those steep nests? Cracking 'em raw was a nutty delight.
As he plotted to stock up, thoughts of those eggs made him rub his empty stomach, swallowing hunger to sleep— that's when his parents' faces flashed in his mind.
'...If I get off this rock, I can see Mom and Dad too.'
Days of pure survival left no room to think of anyone else.
'If Seo-hee wins against the airline like she said, money worries are gone. If so, buy a new apartment, live together.'
Family around the table for home-cooked meals after ages, swapping survival tales... Military service nagged at him, but beyond that, hope of seeing his parents burned bright. And back in Korea? Foods like delicacies he'd never taste here popped up one by one.
'No clue when that'll happen. Pointless to dwell— sleep early.'
Inspired by the steady breaths of the two bitches flanking him, he closed his eyes quietly, waiting for tomorrow.
Day 8 adrift on the deserted island.
Lee Seo-hee woke suddenly in the chilly dawn.
'Weird fucker.'
She stared at Lee Seong-un sleeping right beside her. He was the type she'd despised, yet being near him brought this strange comfort, easing her mind.
'Did this bastard run a fuckboy side gig before washing up here?'
The red marks on her body had faded, but the pleasure they'd carried lingered sharp.
'Pretty strong, good body. Trim the hair and beard, he'd clean up nice.'
Even as she thought Lee Seong-un was decent, she scolded herself inside—am I nuts? But from saving her from the boar, to his skilled nightly caresses, to that scorching night two days back... her loathing and wariness toward him were crumbling fast.
'Still, making me headbutt the floor over a little snack? Come on.'
Her selfish streak—never admitting fault—remained, but no denying her feelings toward Lee Seong-un were turning favorable.
'Smells like shit, but... kinda addictive.'
Eyeing his armpit, Lee Seo-hee leaned in close. Foul, sure, but intoxicating too— she huffed it in.
'Who the hell is this guy, anyway.'
Meanwhile, Lee Seong-un's sleeping face wasn't just for her eyes. Baek Jin-ah, curled in a fetal position, gazed at him too, dredging high school memories.
'Definitely met this fucker in high school. No way I'd forget a build like this.'
She strained to recall, but nothing surfaced. Her school days were all training, brutal drills, endless grind. Classrooms? Just nap spots. Even bullying scenes, she hung back a few steps, ready to bail. With parental backing, after years under seniors' bullshit and coaches' suffocating beatings, classroom violence was kid stuff— barely pranks compared to her regimen. So she'd judged by her standards, pranking kids, and scarred Lee Seong-un— close to her seat— irreparably.
'Not that pig Lee Seong-un. The others... fuck, what were those nerd and otaku losers' names...'
Unlike Lee Seo-hee forgetting victims' names, Baek Jin-ah remembered her shuttle and toy's name at least.
'No guarantee he'll keep his word, but better than doing nothing.'
After mulling, she gave up digging eight years past freshman year, rolling over.
'Thinking about it pisses me off more. Losing my first time to some nameless nerd...!'
She rolled back, trembling at memories from two days ago. But scanning his face down, her eyes lingered on his rock-hard chest.
'...Better than getting eaten by that pig or sardine bitch.'
Among guys she'd known, his body was undisputed top-tier, peak perfection. Baek Jin-ah swallowed unwittingly.
'Acts like trash, but feeds well. And surprisingly... fuck, I'm losing it. Stockholm syndrome?'
Her gaze traveled back up to his profile.
'Looks like a Seoul Station bum, but eyes aren't bad. Beard gets in the way, but jawline's sharp enough...'
Conflicted over his ideal physique, she shoved prior rage aside. Prodding his outstretched arm with her forehead, Baek Jin-ah inched closer, laying her head atop it.
'...Not that great. Uncomfortable too.'
"Mm..."
Lee Seong-un stirred with a low groan. Baek Jin-ah, caught before escaping, ended up nestled deep in his arms.
Too shocked for a scream, it was her first unintended embrace— her heart raced like mad.
'Nerd ass with a body this good... why?'
Hating it inwardly but chilled, she pressed closer, inhaling his scent for some reason.
'...Kinda primal? No, pure male musk.'
Breaths quickening from his smell, if her hands were free, she'd grope his chest and body like a thief, jerking off on the spot. Self-loathing might hit later, but right now, bound hands were her tragedy.
In the frigid cave, two women dishonest with their feelings but brutally honest with desire— their ragged breaths alone disturbed the silence.