How Long Did I Sleep...?
'How many hours... no, how long was I out?'
Waking from a deep slumber, Baek Jin-ah saw the sunset glow lingering outside the cave.
"What about food..."
She worried about rations the moment she sat up, gradually adapting to life on the deserted island. But right beside her, Seong-un Lee and Lee Seo-hee lay tangled together in sleep. Seeing Seo-hee naked and using Seong-un's body like a bed, Jin-ah's worries vanished as memories of last night flooded back, her face flushing hot.
Recalling the events of the night and early dawn, not just her face but her whole body heated up. Realizing too late that her swimsuit straps had slipped, she hurriedly touched her pussy.
'Inside...'
The foreign heaviness that had reached up to her navel lingered, but there was no sensation of anything trickling from her depths. Amid the haze, she thought herself lucky and sighed in relief—only for the memory of it all to reignite, making her body burn even hotter.
"So hot..."
To cool her feverish body, Jin-ah spotted the last of the fresh water in a plastic bottle and gulped it down. Barely enough to wet her throat, she headed deeper into the cave with the bottle. She refilled it to quench her thirst, but the heat stubbornly refused to fade.
"...I'm insane. What the hell was I thinking."
Not content with drinking the remaining water, she splashed it on her face too. Somewhat calmed, she set aside the shame she could never confess to anyone and rubbed her growling stomach.
She could scavenge food at the shore, but the trek back wasn't easy. At night, beasts, reptiles, and insects came alive, so she quietly abandoned the idea.
'Lucky there's palms everywhere.'
Thanks to picking palm fruits along the paths to the shore or back to the cave, she could fill her belly without venturing out.
'Ah, it's coming back. Driving me crazy, seriously...'
Relief at solving her hunger mixed with the memories she'd deliberately shoved away, replaying vividly in her mind. She washed her burning face with fresh water, desperately trying to erase last night's events.
Her repeated washing cooled the heat, but the intense memories kept her body simmering.
The surreal drift on a deserted island. And her first time with the guy she'd bullied in school—not to mention her first time with her friend and lover. Things that could only happen in fantasies exploded in her head, making her shake it fiercely.
'...Never again. Absolutely not.'
Filling the bottle with fresh water, Jin-ah returned to the mattress. She shoved the still-dead-to-the-world Seo-hee aside and gazed at Seong-un, unconscious for four days now.
'...I've been using him way too selfishly.'
Reflecting belatedly on the days she'd treated his comatose body like a living dildo, she shook her head to fend off the rising heat.
'Gotta change the bandages...'
Before unwinding the stained bandages from yesterday, she prioritized wiping him clean. Seo-hee had used one towel selfishly, but luckily, there was another dry one in the bag.
Heading outside, Jin-ah soaked the towel in the bottle's water, wrung it out, returned to Seong-un, and meticulously cleaned every inch of him before unbinding his arms.
'Healing up nice. No need for bandages, but better safe.'
Carefully wiping the scabbed arm, she applied ointment from the bag and wrapped fresh bandages. Seeing her handiwork on his arms filled her with a modest pride, but the real issue was the mattress.
The best bedding Seong-un had found before their five-year drift anniversary. No matter how much they'd dried it, propped on palm leaves and wood, it was vulnerable to moisture. Combined with their bodily fluids and the rainy season, forget the stench—the black mold creeping up from the edges was enough to make her skin crawl.
'Gotta tough it out with wild boar blankets.'
For health's sake, tossing it was the right call, but it was Jin-ah's twisted consideration for getting Seong-un conscious ASAP.
'Speaking of, when's this crazy bitch gonna wake up?'
Sighing softly, Jin-ah debated shaking Seo-hee awake. Without last night's mess, she'd have done it normally, but she couldn't let her sleep forever. Gripping her shoulder, she shook.
"Ugh... whaaat..."
Seo-hee rubbed her eyes with a hoarse voice, letting out a massive yawn that seemed to split her mouth.
Seeing her just-rolled-out-of-bed look, Jin-ah accepted her earlier worries as pointless overthinking and exhaled in defeat.
"We need to eat."
"...Eat? Ugh, water first. Baek-jjin. I'm dyiiing..."
Eyes heavy with sleep, Seo-hee demanded water like she owned the place. Instead of snapping, Jin-ah silently handed over the bottle.
"Pwah... Ahh, why's my whole body so stiff..."
Quenching her thirst, Seo-hee rose slowly, loosening her rigid muscles with stretches.
"...Put some clothes on."
"Huh? Oh, did I sleep naked?"
Jin-ah handed her a tank top and shorts from the bag, replacing the discarded bikini.
"Your tits are so small, it'll be baggy."
"...Just put 'em on."
"Why? Thinking about last night~?"
"N-no, shut up?!"
Seo-hee's teasing snapped Jin-ah's sleepiness away, her denial echoing long.
"Okay, okay, I'll wear 'em~"
Tying the loose tank top at her side, Seo-hee fit into the shorts thanks to the drawstring.
"Already night? No clue how long that was. Tsk."
Her usual carefree tone, she demanded more water like an order.
'Fuck, I'm the crazy one. Spreading my legs there and going at it like that... Ughhh!!'
But beneath the casual arrogance, Seo-hee's insides burned black. Last night's tightrope between reason and instinct had become today's bitter regret.
Gazing at Jin-ah, who stood turned away, Seo-hee regretted it again. No matter how good the guy, she'd never clung to a waist and acted cute—not even once in her life. Post-drift, submitting to Seong-un's pleasant caresses hadn't shamed her much. But hugging her longtime same-sex friend's waist and playing coy? It was jump-off-a-cliff levels of humiliation.
But no time for shame now—the priority was shutting Jin-ah up. Blackmail with her weakness would work fast, but risked backlash. Better to persuade gradually.
Seong-un unconscious? Her family's power could lawyer that away later. The real problem: the dead trio's families. They'd claw at any survivor for the truth. Cold sweat beaded down her spine at the thought.
To fend off dark imaginings, Seo-hee recalled last night's Jin-ah. Started as begging from desire's surrender, but she'd shown reason—and agreed. Undeniable fact.
"Baek-jjin. Fire up before eating."
"Huh? Oh, y-yeah..."
Seo-hee's quiet words made Jin-ah stammer without meeting eyes.
"Embers are good. I'll grab firewood."
"Wha—al-already? O-okay, go."
Not yet sunset, Seo-hee circled the cave vicinity, gathering wood with practiced ease.
"B-back already?"
"Yeah. Plenty around. I'll start the fire—you crack palms."
"R-right. Here, take care of it."
Unable to bear being alone with her, Jin-ah fled into the cave.
'Yeah, natural reaction. If it were me, seeing the girl I went down on act normal? I'd freak.'
Gauging Jin-ah's responses casually, Seo-hee deemed it expected, split the wood, and blew gently. Embers bloomed to flames; warming herself, she pondered.
The Jin-ah she knew would've ignored it outright. But reactions differed sharply from predictions.
'Ended up sharing the same dick, and... fuck, all that other shit. Might as well dig deeper once more...'
The campfire's external heat paled against the scheming burn inside; absentmindedly, she touched her chest.
"?!"
A weird thrill building, a cracking sound from the cave snapped her back. Embarrassed, she added split wood.
"Whatever. Try tonight—if not, change tactics."
Muttering like self-justification, she rose with odd anticipation and headed inside.