Day 12 on the Deserted Island: Lunchtime
On day 12 on the Deserted Island, at lunchtime, Seo-hee Lee and Jin-ah Baek weren't as tight as they used to be, but survival had forced them into actual conversations.
"Baek-fatty. Anything edible over there?"
"Found one!"
The two had just mustered their strength and stepped out of the cave to ease their gnawing hunger. The relentless downpours had turned the area around the cave into utter chaos. Every step sank ankle-deep into the mud, draining what little energy they had left just to move.
But coconuts that had tumbled down from the hillside above the cave were lodged in the muck or teetering precariously between rocks.
"Whew, not bad—we got a decent haul."
Combining their finds, they had ten coconuts. More than expected, but nowhere near enough to fill three stomachs.
"Let's tough it out with these today and hit the coast tomorrow?"
Jin-ah Baek made the suggestion while scrubbing the filthy coconuts clean just outside the cave. Seo-hee Lee hesitated, imagining the disaster of running into some ferocious wild boar.
"...Yeah, okay. Can't live off coconuts forever."
Deep down, she dreaded heading to the coast alone with her, but Seo-hee had already schemed to use Jin-ah as bait if things went south. Pretending to mull it over, she agreed.
People really do grow after staring death in the face.
Jin-ah Baek had snapped out of her oxygen-deprived haze and was fully lucid now, though she still eyed Seo-hee warily. But that feigned hesitation in Seo-hee's voice washed away the last traces of suspicion in Jin-ah's heart.
"Seo-hee, you tidy up inside the cave. I'll head to the coast."
"Huh? We're not going together?"
Outwardly concerned, Seo-hee urged her to stick together, but inside, she was cheering.
"It'd be nice with two, but that guy's laid up in there."
Masking her glee, Seo-hee sighed dramatically and gave in.
While scavenging coconuts, Jin-ah had snagged some useful materials here and there—including a lucky find of bamboo half-buried in the mud. Seong-un Lee had hidden the sashimi knife somewhere, making a proper spear impossible, but Jin-ah's trademark grit and smarts shone through. Using a rough rock as a whetstone, she sharpened the bamboo tip into a slanted, razor edge.
It was a crude bamboo spear, but better than nothing. Slinging on her backpack, she called out that she'd be back soon.
"If you get lost, just turn around and come home. Got it?"
The moment Jin-ah vanished from Seo-hee's feigned worried sight, she ducked back into the cave.
"Ahh, I'm beat…!"
Flopping down beside Seong-un Lee on the mattress, Seo-hee stretched out her limbs with a lazy groan, rubbing her sleepy eyes.
Would be nice if Baek-fatty brings back food, but better not count on it.
Seong-un's trap baskets and snares were out there, but Seo-hee figured the rainy season had wrecked most of them. She smirked, relieved she hadn't wasted her energy tagging along.
"You little shit, count yourself lucky. No one messes with this big sis and gets away with it—but you're useful, so I'll let it slide."
Propping herself up, she gazed down at him and muttered to herself.
"Ugh, so bored. Hey, I'm dying here—when you gonna wake up? Huh? Huh?"
Poking his cheek to kill time, her hand drifted to his forehead. The thin bandage slipped off weakly.
"Kinda hot."
Her eyes narrowed at the feverish heat radiating through her palm. Bandages weren't cutting it, so after a moment's thought, she got up and headed deeper into the cave.
Without a second's pause, she peeled off Jin-ah Baek's t-shirt. Then she dumped fresh water from a plastic bottle over it in a gush.
"Eh, this'll do."
She wrung it out just enough, folded it neatly, and returned to the mattress. Gently, she laid the cool, damp cloth over Seong-un's scorching forehead.
His furrowed brow eased under the chill, and Seo-hee curved her lips in a satisfied smile, murmuring to herself.
Proud of her first-ever act of genuine kindness, she puffed up a bit—but if her old acquaintances saw this, they'd freak. The Seo-hee who only cared about herself, tending to the guy who'd crushed her without mercy, stripping off her own clothes to nurse him? Unthinkable.
The self-satisfaction faded quick. She flopped back down beside him.
"...Kinda wanna shave that beard."
His long hair, she could forgive—but that scruffy beard? No way.
He was using a knife last time. Where'd he stash it?
A selfish itch to trim it with the sashimi knife, sharp as a cutter blade. She wanted to hunt it down, but exhaustion—or laziness—won out. She tried curling up against him to sleep.
But his blazing body heat and rock-hard muscle chased the drowsiness away.
...Can't even hack a single day here, and this fucker survived five years.
She thought back to the guys she'd known. All flashing family money, business savvy, "limited edition" status, crypto jackpots, stock windfalls. Endless drivel about their shallow boasts.
To Seo-hee, who'd waded through men draped in cash and clout, raw, unpolished Seong-un hit different. A raw allure.
If I'd washed up with Kang Jin-hyuk and that Jeong Ha-jun prick... fuck, just imagining it pisses me off.
Out of the five on that boat, drifting with those two males? She shuddered at what fate would've dealt her.
Cha Su-hyun probably croaked.
High school buddies for years, but not a shred of regret. She'd dried up on weepy sentiment ages ago.
She shoved thoughts of them aside. When rescue came, she'd bury her role in the yacht fiasco—but make damn sure to clamp Baek Jin-ah's mouth shut.
Till then, might as well slow-roast Baek-fatty.
Clutching Seong-un like her personal teddy bear, stroking him absently as she sorted her schemes, her fingertips brushed something rigid.
"...The fuck. This bastard's hard even on death's door?"
Unintentional, but her hand had landed right on his raging erection. She yanked back with a disgusted snort—but the laugh died quick. Swallowing hard, she reached out slow, tentative.
She won't be back anytime soon, right?
Glancing at the cave mouth, she steeled herself, gulped, and slipped under the blanket.
...The smell.
The trapped, musky stench hit thick, but instead of bailing, she knelt between his legs.
...Poor bastard. Locked away five years, just jerking it solo.
He'd saved her life—letting him die now was too tragic. Hell, she'd generously forgive all his past sins. Self-justifying like a pro.
Filthy fuck. Take a damn shower.
The fishy, rank body odor clawed deeper into her nostrils, but her hot breaths leaked relentlessly from under the blanket.
Surrendering to the blanket's steamy humidity and that primal male reek, a weird thrill stirred in Seo-hee.
Salt... but, damn, not half bad…
She lapped at his sticky glans like it was sweet ice cream, blurting her unfiltered review. Rubbing the saliva-slick tip in her palm, she tilted it and plunged her head deeper.
Right here's the thickest... the smell...
That dense, musky concentration between root and balls. She inhaled long and deep, drunk on the feral scent—her whole body ignited, lower belly blazing hottest.
Those little twitches are fucking adorable…
Pressing lips to the spot, savoring the heat and pulse, she teased it gentle with her tongue, relishing his reactions.
Fuck, my pussy's throbbing…
She rubbed herself through the gooey bikini bottoms for relief.
...Feels cool.
Snapping to, she shoved the boar blanket aside—this is wrong—letting the cave's chill air soothe her sweat. But she was too fired up to quit now. She untied the sodden bikini knot.
...Reaches all the way up here.
Straddling his thigh, she ground her dripping slit against his shaft. That long, thick monster snaking past her navel? No fear—just eerie hunger in her eyes.
Licking her lips lewdly, she mashed her tits to his body and started sliding smooth.
Hot friction squelched from the glued-wet membranes, milky froth bubbling up, juices thick and copious drooling down his swollen length.
...Just grinding, and it's this good.
Pseudo-fucking at best, but she panted ragged like he was buried deep, hips rocking relentless.
"Without me doing this, you'd be fucked. Know how lucky you are, you caveman sh… ngh…."
Suddenly upright, hands braced on his chiseled pecs, she rode him like a stallion—hips bucking wild fore and back.
Pussy and clit grinding perfect—gonna cum already?!
Excusing it as blue-balls relief for him, her body betrayed her—crashing into orgasm first, pathetic.
"Haa, ughh……!"
Her arched back shivered fine, collapsing limp onto his chest. Against his swarthy neck, her raw, relieved moans burned hot.
"Shiiit… this fucker's cock… why's it feel so goddamn good… eung…."
Quaking in afterglow, she ground her spasming pussy back onto him, savoring.
His body a sloppy wreck of her squirt and cream—cleanup hell—but she didn't care. Lost in the bliss, hellbent on marking her territory, she slathered him in her slutty fluids nonstop.
Slumping slippery onto his chest, cheek to the pounding heart's heat, she went for the kill shot to claim ownership.
She bit into firm pec, teeth sinking marks, then sucked a deep, bruising hickey.
Stroking her handiwork with hazy sighs, she grabbed his head in both hands.
Tongue lolling in a fishy grin, her wet lips shoved through the wild beard, invading his parched mouth.
"…You're mine now. Got it?"
Lips parted with a smack. She flicked her tongue over them, then branded his neck next.