Chapter 31: Baek Jin-ah Regrets It
Baek Jin-ah regretted it. She felt mortified that she'd unconsciously thrust her ass back, granting Lee Seo-hee access to what was nothing more than a shithole. But as Seo-hee's fingers plunged in and stirred her insides, that regret and shame swiftly melted into raw pleasure.
Seo-hee sidled up to Jin-ah's ear, which quivered in tiny spasms like she might crumple any second, and teased her relentlessly. "First time doing this, and you're already losing it? Never seen anyone react like you."
Seo-hee squatted down and blew a hot puff of air right onto Jin-ah's twitching asshole. Jin-ah forgot to even get mad—her massive ass just bucked wildly.
"S-stop... blowing...!"
Jin-ah clenched her shaking cheeks, spreading her hands to cover herself, her bold voice echoing with embarrassment.
"Haven't even started yet."
Seo-hee said it like that, but she'd already had her fun. She'd coaxed out this fresh side of Jin-ah with her own hands, savoring it all. In the process, Jin-ah's pussy had itched so bad it drove her insane, leaking pure white juices nonstop.
"I-I'm not even... yet..."
"You're already fucking soaked. Come on, hurry up."
As Seo-hee switched back to her usual haughty tone, dripping sweet temptation from her low voice, Jin-ah got pissed but still braced her legs and slowly stood.
"Hngh...!"
"Cute little moan~"
Jin-ah rose with her pussy walls scraping the glans, letting out an adorable whimper. Seo-hee giggled and poked fun at her.
"Don't glare like that. I'll show you exactly how to move instead."
Without even wiping off Jin-ah's slick juices coating the cock, Seo-hee straddled Seong-un face-to-face. She spread her own pussy and sank down slow, impaling herself. Seong-un's dick—still rock-hard and long after pounding Jin-ah's cunt and womb for so long—stretched her wide. Seo-hee bit back a scream that nearly burst out, faking a casual expression.
Jin-ah watched her, vowing payback for what she'd just endured. But she fell for that fake nonchalance and decided to observe.
"Watch and learn."
To avoid suspicion, Seo-hee endured the delicious agony of her guts getting crushed womb-deep and rocked her hips like a show-off.
Planting her hands on Seong-un's chest, she rode him like a pestle in a mortar. Watching it all, Jin-ah's hand drifted naturally to her still-frothy, overheated pussy.
This bitch... his cock's so fucking huge, it's hard to move...
Seo-hee, gauging Jin-ah's reaction, muttered that out loud. She lifted her hands from his chest, lay flat on his body, and just pumped her hips and ass up and down.
Oh, you can do it like that too...
Missing Seo-hee's inner thoughts, Jin-ah kneaded her steaming tits along with her pussy, her body heating up at the thought of trying that next time.
Getting... the hang of it now...
Seo-hee, using Seong-un's body like a bed and shaking her hips, had adapted quick. The wet, squelching slaps like stepping in mud came faster now.
She planted her palms on his chest again, rearing up, and swayed her hips front-to-back or in circles, riding the rhythm.
Jin-ah endured the sight stoically—Seo-hee's snake-like hipwork that'd drive any man wild. She cupped her tits, sucking her own nipples, speeding up the fingers on her pussy.
She couldn't see her own moves from earlier, but studying Seo-hee's different style built her knowledge. Still, a strange jealousy stirred in her chest.
...I wanna do it too.
Convinced she should be the one there, Jin-ah shot jealousy at Seo-hee—then remembered her original goal: revenge.
She acted on it instantly. Meanwhile, Seo-hee, lost in the cock like a drug, writhed her hips seductively, blind to the massive shift right in front of her.
"Hah?!"
Jin-ah locked her arms around Seo-hee—who'd been thumbing Seong-un's nipple—pinning her immobile.
"What the fuck?! Let go!"
Stunned by Jin-ah's sudden move, Seo-hee snapped back to reality and yelled to be released. But with her arms trapped, resistance was futile.
"I'll do the same to you, so just take it."
"Stop it, you bitch! Not my tits like th—ah?!"
Jin-ah pinched Seo-hee's left nipple hard, flicked the right one with her fingers. An indescribable moan ripped out.
"If you don't wanna die, let... g—?! Gooooh!!"
Seo-hee spat venom mid-sweet moan. Jin-ah ignored it, squeezing the nipple she'd been teasing like wringing it out.
"Seo-hee. Say it nice, or I'll do it again?"
Jin-ah flicked the clamped nipple gently now, soothing. Seo-hee ground her teeth.
"You... fucking... won't get aw—ah?!"
"Think my words are a joke?"
Jin-ah twisted and rolled the nipple again, smirking for some reason. That smile mixed the thrill of her first revenge step—but more than that, out here away from prying eyes and her parents' overbearing meddling, Jin-ah's lifelong repressed emotions were slipping their leash.
She kept some reason, so it wasn't fully unleashed. But groping and pinching Seo-hee's body at will stirred something primal to the surface.
"Seo-hee, say it again. Okay?"
Teasing the twisted nipple now, Seo-hee couldn't even answer properly. Jin-ah raked her nails down it lightly. Seo-hee barely stifled the moan bubbling up, no chance for words.
Jin-ah's skilled fingers danced between sadistic pain and sweet pleasure. Seo-hee's pussy spasmed wildly on its own, clenching Seong-un's cock tight.
Seong-un stayed unconscious, but the relentless contractions made his buried dick swell even harder.
Unaware of Seo-hee's inner turmoil, Jin-ah leaned to her ear like she'd done, whispering low and sweet.
She released the limp Seo-hee and teased her bloated lower belly—cock-shaped bulge—and stiff clit at once.
"N-nooo... not thaaat... I said nooooh!!"
Before Seo-hee's scream echoed, her body convulsed in shattering climax. The hot squirt gushed over Seong-un's body, splattering his face white.
Jin-ah peered down over Seo-hee's head, dazed but swallowing the drool pooling at her lips, a quiet smile forming.
"Seo-hee, you're too cute. But we're not done—let's keep going."
Jin-ah forced Seo-hee—who trembled bowed in afterglow—back upright. With no strength left to resist, Seo-hee's head lolled onto Jin-ah's shoulder. Gazing at her sloppy, drool-dripping face, Jin-ah slipped wet fingers between her lips and smirked.
Day 15 on the deserted island. Noon.
The pair, nearly repeating their blunder from a couple days back, dragged their sleepy bodies to the shore.
"S-so... what now...?"
"Ahem... gotta forage for food, me."
Seo-hee and Jin-ah hadn't exchanged a word since waking—not even on the way here. Their talk hung awkward.
"...I'll check for trash then."
"I'll... get food too."
Maybe because of last night's blatant romp, they weren't outright fighting. Just this weird, sticky awkwardness lingered.
Driving me crazy... why'd I do that yesterday...
Baek Jin-ah watched Seo-hee head off for washed-up bounty, regretting it. She'd crossed a line swept up in the mood, but those moments had etched themselves as her life's biggest memory.
"...Gotta be more careful next time."
Her mutter held no self-loathing or apology to Seo-hee. Just regret that her touches had been too skilled, crumbling her too soon.
"...No, if I break her quick, I can have him all to myself."
Jin-ah, craving more of Seo-hee's crumbling faces, toyed with petty ideas. But they all ended with Seong-un's figure.
"...Soon as we get back home?"
Sleep-deprived head heavy, body exhausted, but Jin-ah's mind brimmed with plans to replay last night's routine.
"...Ah! Not the time. Food."
Snapping from steamy cave fantasies under the blazing sun, she cooled her flushed cheeks and rushed to the trap basket wedged in the coastal rocks.
Meanwhile, unlike Jin-ah zeroed in on basic foraging, Seo-hee prodded washed-up trash with a wild boar leg bone.
Baek-jjin, give her an inch and she fucking flips. Tonight, I'll wreck her good.
Biting her lip, Seo-hee nursed revenge on Jin-ah.
"...Baek-jjin, you crazy fucking bitch. Grabbed that hard?"
Last night's lingering ache from Jin-ah. Tugging her bikini top, Seo-hee eyed her still-swollen red nipples, conflicted.
The intense pain flipping to intense pleasure wasn't bad. But she missed Seong-un's ruthless, cold touch over Jin-ah's clumsy amateur shit.
Rifling trash, Seo-hee squatted and traced Seong-un's rugged form in the wet sand with her finger.
"Seo-hee, if you don't wanna get fucked by Baek-jjin, get your ass up. Seriously gonna get fucked..."
Talking to herself in third person, Seo-hee prayed for the first time that unconscious Seong-un would wake today.