Five Years on a Deserted Island… What Day Is It Again…
Five years on a deserted island... and what day is it today.... I definitely remember. The moment the landslide blocking the Cave Shelter collapsed, me tucking Lee Seo-hee and Baek Jin-ah under my arms and bolting away. 'At least I'm alive.'
The damp cloth wrung out on my forehead. The worn-out mattress pressing against my back. The wild boar hide blanket tucked up to my neck. The signs of them clearing out the cave messed up by the dirt surge, and the bandages wrapped around my hands and arms. Pretty damn clear I got infected from scratches while digging out the dirt bare-handed without any tools, ending up in this sorry state.
It felt downright suspicious—hell, unfamiliar as fuck. No real reason for those bitches to save my ass.
Maybe they figured they'd eat better with me around? But considering all the shit I've pulled on them, they'd probably wish I was dead instead. Especially Baek Jin-ah. She knew damn well I was that loser from her high school, so why the hell bother saving me?
"...Did she at least shove some rice cakes in her pussy or something."
Nah, that doesn't make sense, I was muttering to myself when—
"Aaaah~ I'm staaarving~~"
"Shut your damn mouth for a sec."
"Baek-jjin, you mad~?"
"Ugh, fuck off, you psycho bitch. Heh."
Footsteps echoed from the cave entrance, so I played dead and eavesdropped.
'They made up?'
Short bursts of cheerful chatter bounced off the walls—Lee Seo-hee and Baek Jin-ah, who'd been ripping into each other over food since day one on this godforsaken island.
"Anyway, when's this fucker gonna wake up?"
Seo-hee's voice dripped irritation; I nearly sat up, but Baek Jin-ah removed the cloth from my forehead and pressed her palm there instead, so I held off.
"Fever's down a bit. Probably today... or tomorrow."
Baek Jin-ah came back after wringing out a fresh cool cloth, slapped it on my forehead, then suddenly yanked off the boar hide and started kneading my body.
"Help out."
I had no clue why Baek Jin-ah was doing this, but now Seo-hee joined in, both of them massaging me—how the fuck was I supposed to process this?
Worse, the way their hands worked my sides felt just like that Swedish massage joint I'd hit up to score, and my cock started twitching.
"This fucker's at it again. Bet he gets hard just from a massage. He's already awake, isn't he?"
"...I go first today?"
"What? I let you have him yesterday."
"I caught the coconut and fish."
...Fuck, what the hell?
Couldn't figure out their motives for nursing me, and now they're arguing over turns because I'm hard? My head was spinning.
"Ugh, whatever. It's my turn, so back off."
"Fine, just stop your damn whining."
Before the echoes died down, Seo-hee slid up beside me and gripped my throbbing cock, stroking it up and down. Hot breath tickled my armpit, then a tongue lapped at my chest—I nearly let out a dumb moan.
"Fucking bastard. Cock's so goddamn huge... slurp, schlop..."
Her hand shifted to tease the head, while her tongue moved from my nipple to my jawline.
Getting serviced like this wasn't half bad. But wondering why they were using me as a living dildo got interrupted when Baek Jin-ah plastered herself to my empty side and groped my chest.
"So fucking firm... sniff, haaah... Smells so much like... a real stud... mmph..."
Fuck, was this a dream? But the sensations were too vivid to dismiss.
"Even after shooting so much yesterday, it's still heavy..."
Baek Jin-ah kept lewdly caressing and licking my chest like foreplay, and when her free hand cupped my balls—
"Look at that, balls get a squeeze and his cock stiffens right up. Baek-jjin, roll 'em like you're kneading dough."
"Mmph... slurp..."
Clear they'd been using me as a dildo while I was out cold, but I still couldn't figure why. Anyway, getting worshipped by these past pieces of shit felt pretty damn good deep down, so I kept playing possum to savor it.
Deserted Island, Day 11 Evening.
The moment the landslide collapsed, three of us who'd barely cheated death. First to come to wasn't me—it was Lee Seo-hee.
"I... I'm alive... alive... hic!"
Caked in dirt, she stared at the starry night sky outside the cave and burst into tears. Even after dodging death multiple times, this one had broken her—she'd given up everything. Now, relief hit hard, and she sobbed uncontrollably.
"This bastard... sniff. Thanks to you..."
After bawling her eyes out till they swelled, she glanced at Seong-un Lee's arms that saved her and sniffled. Selfish sociopath or not, she couldn't deny the instinctive gratitude toward the guy who'd saved her life twice.
"Ugh..."
Then Baek Jin-ah, slumped beside Seong-un, groaned and stirred. Seo-hee hesitated, then helped her up.
'Grateful, yeah, but if he dies, it's just me and Baek-jjin...'
Her thanks were genuine. But if Seong-un kicked it, she'd be stuck alone with Baek Jin-ah—their friendship already in ruins—facing this hopeless island. Wiping her emotional tears, her calculating, selfish side emerged as she eased Baek Jin-ah onto the mattress.
"Hey, snap out of it, Baek-jjin!"
"I'm... awake, so stop calling me... echoes so loud..."
And Seo-hee's gamble paid off perfectly. Oxygen-starved Baek Jin-ah barely cracked her eyes at the frantic calls.
Her ears rang like they were waterlogged, but hearing Seo-hee's anxious voice brought an inexplicable relief.
'She's... worried... about me...'
To Baek Jin-ah, Seo-hee was a pain in the ass—most fuckups traced back to her. If she'd woken first, no gratitude would've crossed her mind. Or if Seo-hee faked concern while compos mentis, Baek Jin-ah would've seen right through the ulterior motives in her eyes.
But not now. In the darkness of near-death, the worry and warmth from her first friend encountered hit different—her foggy judgment soaked it up.
"Hang on a sec."
Seo-hee doubled down. She grabbed a rolling PET bottle, fetched fresh water, washed Baek Jin-ah's trembling face, and even fed her.
'Fuck. Hurts my pride, but I gotta lean on her now.'
Inside, she swallowed rage and curses, but her touch was nothing but tender.
Blissfully ignorant of the ugly scheming, Baek Jin-ah's clarity returned with waves of self-loathing. Guilt for treating Seo-hee so coldly, mocking herself for seeing her friend as dead weight in this hell—she started reflecting hard.
"...Thanks, Seo-hee. ...I've been such an asshole, sorry."
"It's fine. Rest up."
As Baek Jin-ah tearfully apologized, Seo-hee hid her rising smirk. Thrill shot through her—plan executed flawlessly.
No time for sentiment. She checked the motionless Seong-un's vitals.
'Still breathing. Good.'
Faint breath on her fingertip under his nose drew a deep, involuntary sigh of relief. She couldn't explain her joy. Bigger than when she confirmed Baek Jin-ah alive. She knew what it was but denied it, chalking it up to survival bliss.
But her trembling fingers instinctively stroked his cheek.
"...If you die here, I can't pay you back for all this shit. So don't die..."
Hiding her true feelings behind the noble excuse of revenge, she sniffled.
Deserted Island, Day 12 Morning.
Yesterday felt like a lie. The cave's only exit buried in landslide, us helplessly awaiting death. Then that mystery loser I'd dismissed as a total nerd back in school goes berserk, digs bare-handed like a maniac, scoops me and Seo-hee up, and hauls ass deeper into the cave.
"...Fucking idiot. Who digs dirt with their bare hands?"
From day one till yesterday, he'd treated us like slaves—why risk his body for us? Couldn't wrap my head around it.
'If it were me, I'd have bailed. Pros live by their bodies—no way I'd get hurt here.'
Staring at his bandaged arms, something hot surged in my chest.
I'd once wished this loser would vanish from my sight, hell, drop dead. Not anymore.
Never felt this weird emotion before—how to even name it? Me, who'd ruined someone's life, owing him mine—it wasn't pathetic. It was shameful. Bone-deep regret hit for all my fuckups, finally.
"...When you wake up, I'll apologize."
I grasped the sleeping loser's filthy hand.
"So please... just wake up in one piece."
My first apology spilled out cowardly while he slept, but my heart had never been more honest.