Day 15 Adrift on the Deserted Island
It was afternoon past noon on the 15th day adrift on the deserted island. The two women, who had divided tasks between foraging for food and picking up trash, spread out their hauls in the shade of a palm tree by the shoreline.
Baek Jin-ah's bounty consisted basically of three ripe coconuts scattered around and two fish she'd pulled from the trap basket and cleaned. In contrast, Lee Seo-hee, who had scoured the beach, dragged back a torn blue tarp and a can of tuna from home—its surface lightly rusted.
"Probably washed up from the wrecked boat, right?"
"Yeah, probably."
"Then... maybe the others are still alive?"
When she'd found the can, Lee Seo-hee had been plunged into deep conflict. At first, petty and pragmatic temptation had surged: Should I just scarf it down alone in secret? But the more she examined the relatively intact can, the more anxiety flooded her that the three friends she'd assumed dead might still be out there somewhere. And if Baek Jin-ah saw the tuna and insisted on searching for them, that would be a disaster.
Here, the best move was to devour the contents quick, bury the empty can in the sand right away, and erase all evidence.
If they're really alive, it'd be bad, but it's been over two weeks with no sign of them. They're probably dead.
Fifteen days—two weeks and a day—adrift. If the three friends were alive as Lee Seo-hee thought, they surely would have done something by now. So she chose to placate the Baek Jin-ah right in front of her, begging her to keep the secret, over uncertain friends whose fate was unknown.
"Think we can eat this?"
"It's got some rust, but the expiration date's fine, and it came from the sea, so it should be okay, right?"
Lee Seo-hee acted casual, fearing Baek Jin-ah might bring up the three friends.
"...Shall we open it?"
Thankfully, unlike her worries, Baek Jin-ah swallowed hard at the sight. Lee Seo-hee relaxed.
Once her belly's full, she might start bitching about searching for those fuckers. Gotta keep her on edge for now.
Judging that hunger was overriding concern for her friends, Lee Seo-hee kept the conversation going without letting her guard down for a second.
"Baek-jjin. Let's save the tuna for dinner."
"Huh? Not eating it now?"
"I'm sick of filling up on coconuts every night. This size is plenty for lunch."
Lee Seo-hee's logic was spot-on: save the tuna for dinner, eat fish now. Baek Jin-ah couldn't argue.
"And when that bastard wakes up, let's ask him to help look for the others."
Seeing Baek Jin-ah's undisguised disappointment, Lee Seo-hee dangled the three friends—potential leverage against her.
"Ah... the others."
Baek Jin-ah's face turned sheepish, as if she'd just remembered them.
"What, Baek-jjin? You totally forgot about them?"
Lee Seo-hee asked seriously, and Baek Jin-ah rubbed her nape, fumbling awkwardly without changing the subject.
"N-no, not that. If Kang Jin-hyuk, Jeong Ha-jun, or Su-hyun were alive, they'd have screamed or lit fires or made a huge fuss somehow. Honestly, the silence says it all..."
Having baited with her own vulnerability, Lee Seo-hee clenched a hidden fist behind her back and inwardly cheered. As Baek Jin-ah trailed off in flustered excuses, her expression turning gloomy, Lee Seo-hee stroked her own waist in mock comfort with that fist.
"I'm sorry. If I hadn't gotten drunk, none of this would've happened. Sorry."
Pulling up emotions, Lee Seo-hee withdrew her hand and bowed deeply to Baek Jin-ah in apology.
"H-hey, what, what are you doing?! Straighten up!"
Baek Jin-ah, reeling through joy, disappointment, surprise, and gloom, couldn't gather her swirling feelings against Lee Seo-hee's sudden humility.
"When we get back and questioned, tell them honestly it was because I was drunk. I'll confess straight up too."
Lee Seo-hee's bowed shoulders trembled, her voice cracking. No room to doubt the sincerity.
"N-no, that's... it was an accident overall! Or mechanical failure? Maybe that's why. I saw you drunk, but maybe you didn't touch anything..."
Baek Jin-ah hugged the sniffling Lee Seo-hee, patting her back and spouting nonsense excuses in fervent comfort. The accident's true culprit marveled inwardly at how perfectly her tear ploy worked. She even worried if Baek Jin-ah, so easily duped, might get royally scammed out there someday.
Even if it's acting, crying in front of me... She must really regret it.
Knowing Lee Seo-hee's usual self, Baek Jin-ah saw her vulnerability—honestly baring emotions in her arms—as genuine, gently patting her trembling back. But yesterday's events flashed in her mind, turning her soothing pats into a sticky, seductive caress.
"...Thanks, Baek-jjin."
"Yeah... Uh, n-no, that's what friends are for..."
Sensing the oddity in Baek Jin-ah's back-patting, Lee Seo-hee wiped her tears, lifted her head, and offered hollow thanks. Baek Jin-ah claimed it was just friendly comfort, but her gaze looking down held no such innocence. It was blatant possession, devouring the embraced Lee Seo-hee with her eyes.
Silent on the way to the beach, the two chattered nonstop returning to the Cave Shelter. Mostly high school tales and friends' stories. They soon arrived, preparing a late lunch: skewered and roasted fish in odd shapes, plus coconuts for breakfast-lunch combo.
But for her big frame, it wasn't enough for Baek Jin-ah, whose eyes drifted unconsciously to the lightly rusted tuna can.
"Baek-jjin. Spread this under the mattress?"
Lee Seo-hee pointed to the blue tarp on the dirt floor just then. Baek Jin-ah coughed fake-clear and nodded.
"Too bad it's torn in spots."
Before reaching the deserted island shore, Lee Seo-hee had muttered wishing the torn blue tarp were intact. Baek Jin-ah agreed, sighing regretfully. For now, it'd block moisture on the damp, filthy mattress, but with tweaks, versatile uses remained.
"Baek-jjin. So, what's next?"
To Lee Seo-hee's playful question, Baek Jin-ah didn't hesitate long.
"Leave the tarp and rest?"
Chatting back, they'd gathered firewood en route, leaving nothing urgent. Before entering the cave, Lee Seo-hee weighted the tarp's corners with rocks to keep it from blowing away; Baek Jin-ah shoved dying embers into the ash pile.
Leaving the hot, humid heat behind, they entered. Lee Seo-hee rubbed her not-quite-full belly, whining lazily of hunger. Baek Jin-ah snapped a bit from hunger too, but Lee Seo-hee's teasing kept things light—laughter echoed softly in the cave.
Resuming high school stories, they bantered enjoyably, then grumbled when Seong-un Lee would wake.
"Fever's down some. Probably today or tomorrow."
Baek Jin-ah soaked her panty on his forehead, replaced it, removed the wild boar hide from exit, and massaged diligently.
"Help out."
Seeing Baek Jin-ah suddenly knead, Lee Seo-hee felt oddly compelled, rubbing Seong-un's body with her small hands as hard as she could.
"This fucker's at it again. Watch—he gets hard from a massage. Isn't he already awake?"
Maybe from their left-right massage, Seong-un's cock stood erect. Lee Seo-hee grimaced in disgust, but her eyes glued to the rigid swell, unmoving. Likewise, Baek Jin-ah from the other side halted, panting hotly, declaring she'd go first like claiming spoils.
Against Baek Jin-ah's bold claim and attitude, Lee Seo-hee countered citing last night's concession. But Baek Jin-ah rejected it outright, touting her coconuts and fish as war trophies.
Moments ago joyfully reminiscing, now they raised voices, fighting over turns. Before the noise peaked, Baek Jin-ah flopped off Seong-un, telling her to quit whining.
Lee Seo-hee muttered it was obvious, then lay beside like Baek Jin-ah, stroking the blood-engorged cock up and down expertly. Hot breath from her armpit up, she leaned her torso, tongue lewdly licking his chest.
Baek Jin-ah pressed tight to his side, groping the sweat-slick chest, moaning loud enough for Lee Seo-hee—deliberately obscene.
Flanking Seong-un left and right, the women competed, spewing slutty words and raw moans. As time passed, rivalry escalated in intensity.
And at the heat's center, Seong-un finally regained consciousness today, grasping the scene atop him.
Entertaining.
High school days, vowing revenge on the pack that tormented him viciously. Powerless then, he knew revenge was a pipe dream. He'd jotted dark fantasies in a notebook alone, swallowing pathetic sorrow.
I've been fucked like a dog plenty, but getting serviced is a first—feels fresh.
Notebook fantasies made flesh, awakening every sense, he barely stifled a chuckle, suppressing twitching lips with effort. But he gladly endured, feigning sleep.