You're Holding Out Better Than I Thought, Baek-jjin.
'You're holding out better than I thought, Baek-jjin.' Baek-jjin, watching me through narrowed eyes, must be dying to jump up and beat the shit out of me any second now, but damn if she isn't stubbornly keeping up the sleeping act.
I know damn well I shouldn't be pulling this crap. If rescuers show up later and she spills how we ended up on this deserted island, my life's fucked. That's why even today, uncharacteristically, I put her first, catering to her whims. I tried acting all friendly with my changed attitude to lower her guard.
But yeah, playing the nice guy cosplay doesn't suit me. I just need to hold out a few more days, mold her to my taste, and shut her mouth. But that's not my style. Dragging through those shitty days scavenging food, picking trash off the beach to survive, waiting for rescue. Screw that boring survival grind—what I need now is intense, brain-melting, destructive stimulation.
'Now she's straight-up staring.' Seeing her wide eyes openly peeping, forgetting to even squint, sent a jolt of forgotten pleasure racing up my spine to my brain.
'Should I push her harder?' Jerking off with her panties right in front of her was fun, but I craved something even more electric.
"Baek-jjin, you awake?"
The wild boar hide blanket trembled, but prideful Baek-jjin stuck to her corpse-impression act.
"Weird. Thought you were up. Guess not?"
With her strong pride, she'd keep pretending and ignore me, but that only fired up my competitive streak.
"Must be wiped from foraging today, so she's out cold. Guess I'll grope those Baek-jjin tits again."
Saying it loud enough for her to hear, I shook off the foam from my hands and approached. She muttered fake sleep-talk, twisting away to dodge—fucking hilarious.
"Hng... uhmm..."
Even after shaking off the foam, my slick hands kneaded her tits through her T-shirt, and she squeezed her eyes shut, stifling a faint moan.
"Baek-jjin, you're so cute for a tall girl. Wanna kiss?"
"......Hngg."
The second she heard "kiss," she spouted awkward sleep-talk and flopped face-down, putting on an obvious show. I wanted to watch her expressions and moans while kneading her tits, but that firm ass wasn't bad either.
"Look at the size of that shithole tank."
Calling her ass that made it twitch. Her cheeks clenched to stop me kneading or spreading them—adorable as she pretended otherwise.
I wasn't into guys rubbing cocks or girls grinding pussies, but her reactions were cuter than expected. I wondered what she'd do if I teased more.
Tickling her thighs as she tensed her ass in her sleep act, a sharp gasp escaped her.
"So cute. Reacting even in your sleep~ How about here~?"
She couldn't handle the light tickling on her firm thighs, legs stretched straight, straining to endure—pitiful yet entertaining.
'I'm holding back just enough not to wake her on purpose, but this is getting boring if she keeps it up...'
Teasing her reactions was fun, but her stubborn endurance was killing my buzz.
'Can't poke her pussy or asshole or she'll really flip out and deck me.'
Fine. If she's blatantly faking sleep, I'll get blatant too. I yanked off the wild boar blanket that hid her view while letting her peek.
"Baek-jjin. I'm about to fuck this bitch, so don't look. Got it?"
Straddling the prospective slave bitch, my provocative words made her outstretched toes wiggle.
She watched me jerk off with her panties without snapping, so she'd probably twist around to peek again.
'Baek-jjin bitch has some weird pervert streak. Should I just pretend to do it?'
I peeled off her panties clinging to my foamy cock and mounted the prospective slave.
"Why's this bitch's cock so huge... hng."
Slowly grinding the foamy cockhead, I bobbed my ass to make flesh-slapping sounds. Baek-jjin started squirming curiously.
'No blanket now, so she won't turn right away. Man, takes me back.'
First year of high school, maybe. Her personal shuttle boy's face flashed in my mind.
'Baek-jjin was a bitch back then, but that anchovy fucker was worse.'
That loser running her errands, but when I gave him cash for snacks, he'd hesitate, glancing at her. It pissed me off, but he made school fun.
Baek-jjin, who flipped out if anyone touched her stuff, played along for bets. Hell, she'd dive in eagerly to test her shuttle's loyalty.
We took turns picking bets, and some stuck out. Sending the anchovy for bread in under a minute, making him chug water and hold piss till lunch. Or scarfing snacks, drinks, delivery in minutes.
But too much whipping breaks toys fast, so I'd toss rewards. Calling him behind classroom curtains, unbuttoning her shirt to flash bra, or perching on a desk to lift her skirt for panty peek.
On good days, risky pics for jerk material. She'd whisper how many times he fapped to her pics—confessing "twice"—and snitching to Baek-jjin was gold.
Her reaction was hilarious, so later I'd sneak him into the cramped girls' bathroom stall without her knowing, press him against the door.
Letting him hear my piss while groping his thighs and ass, whispering if someone came in it'd ruin his life forever—his trembling back was peak comedy.
'First year was fun. Why'd he drop out?'
Kept me entertained all year, but losing a good toy made me reflect: play nicer next time.
'Whatever, anchovy... nah, fed him so much he turned into a pig.'
Can't recall his name, won't meet again anyway. Got the prospective slave now.
'Time for her to turn around.'
Squirming like she was debating it. Athletes get stubborn in weird ways. Started half-joking for fun, but fake moans and forced moves were tiring now.
"Baek-jjin. Wanna join?"
My final invite like giving up, and she slowly sat up, fake-yawning pathetically.
"Yawn... thirsty... Huh? What're you doing?"
"Cut the shit. Your acting sucks. You in or not?"
"...Why the sudden cussing? Making me feel awkward."
Thinking that was her best act? Her fists clenched, shoulders shaking visibly.
'Play this right, she'll fold.'
Once she commits, she pushes through. Her getting up now means something.
"Sorry, got heated. But no one's here but us, Baek-jjin."
I dismounted the slave and approached her apologetically. She loosened, unclenching her fists.
"That's too much, isn't it?"
"Too much how?"
"Fucking that bitch while I slept..."
"I didn't!!"
Her sudden yell hurt my ears, but the thrill shot down my spine at her passionate reaction.
"Ow, chill. Let's be real. Last night after you passed out, I did her."
Stammering in shock, asking if true, she looked away realizing her slip—but I wanted to drive it home.
"Sucked and jerked out loads of cum."
"...No smell."
"Duh. Swallowed it."
"You... swallowed...?"
Her dumbstruck face asking back. What a big deal? About to retort, I caught a subtle offness in her attitude.
We'd brag about hookups buzzed at hangouts. Baek-jjin always eyed us pitifully like "grow up," scrolling her phone instead.
Made me wonder who this big-dick stud she was banging. Now her pure-to-idiot reaction sparked certainty.
Last night I rode the slave bitch, rocking back and forth—but really just dumb thrusting.
"I... could swallow too. Just tastes bad..."
Classic virgin reaction. At 25, probably not total virgin, but experience-starved for sure.
"Arguing here's pointless. You'll do it too, right Baek-jjin?"
"Not feeling it today..."
"Hng, okay? Then lie down and sleep."
I turned back, mounting the slave, stroking my foamy cock showily. A sharp voice cut from beside.
"...I'm sleeping, so be quiet."
She lay facing away on the mattress, yanking the boar blanket up to her neck.
I ignored her warning mockingly, ramping up the rough play. Slick sounds and moans filled the narrow cave shelter; her blanket twitched wordlessly.
Under the shaking boar blanket, obvious what she was doing.
Time passed; blanket slipped to her chest, ragged breaths and wet squelches growing louder.
I kept moaning theatrically to hide it, then ripped off her blanket in a surprise grab.
"......G-give me the blanket."
Twisting her legs anxiously, she mumbled embarrassedly, her pussy stench thick in the air.