Nights on the Deserted Island Were Deadly
Nights on the deserted island were dangerous. Beasts slinking through the shadows, drawn by the scent of food. Agile insects slicing through the darkness. Reptiles crawling across the ground. Dangers lurked everywhere, making it sheer stupidity to venture out of the cave after dark.
"Th-there... over there...."
In the bushes not far from the cave. Because Baek Jin-ah had started sniffling about needing to pee, he'd had no choice but to drag his sleepy body outside, torch in hand.
"Can't you go somewhere else...?"
"Why?"
"You're staring so openly right in front of me...."
"You woke me up in the middle of the night. If I can't at least enjoy the show, what's the point? Besides, it's not like looking at your pussy is gonna wear it out."
Her wide-eyed shock at the word pussy, lips parted in disbelief—it was a rare sight. "...Perverted fuck."
Back in high school, he'd gotten plenty of looks of contempt. Pitying stares for buying the wrong bread, disappointed glares for botching their orders. But this was his first taste of contempt laced with raw anger and humiliation. A delicious chill raced through his body.
Baek Jin-ah clenched her teeth, her face on the verge of tears, but she finally reached her limit. Her trembling hands yanked her swimsuit aside.
Shhhhhh—!
The island's night was filled with the eerie cries of beasts and insects. Even through that cacophony, the waterfall roar of her piss echoed fiercely from the bushes.
"Nice and smooth."
"...Get out and die!"
Teasing her praise for the sleek, hairless mound of her pussy, and Baek Jin-ah's face flushed crimson with shame. As the long stream finally tapered off, she shook her ass, stood, and straightened her swimsuit. Then she glared at him like she wanted to kill him—a look of utter humiliation that was fucking delicious.
"Whoa, look at that hole you dug in the dirt. Must've been holding it in a while."
"Shut up...!"
Baek Jin-ah's reactions were pure nectar. Watching her torment the innocent kids like him back then, he finally got it—the twisted pleasure in their warped hearts.
"If you don't wanna get hit, eyes front, hands behind your back."
She bared her teeth in defiance, but when he yanked the loose rope binding her, her shoulders jerked visibly.
"H-hurry up and tie me...!"
"Am I your servant? Say, 'Please tie me up.'"
He tugged the rope again, and the pathetic girl who'd been clinging to her pride caved, sniffling as she obeyed. For being woken from sleep, it was a damn good experience. Her bald little pussy, her piss show, that humiliated glare of contempt.
Just hold out a bit longer. It's sweeter when I fuck them after paying back every debt.
He was just about to grab the torch wedged in a rock crevice when—
Grrrrumble!
A massive stomach growl from right beside him. He stared daggers at Baek Jin-ah, who turned away in embarrassment, mumbling awkwardly loud enough to hear, like she was tired or something.
"Hungry?"
"N-no, not hungry at all... uh...."
But before the words were out, her stomach protested violently, growling like it was starving.
Truth be told, he felt no pity. She'd thrown tantrums refusing the bread, chicken, or tteokbokki he'd bought with his own money, forcing it all on him until he ballooned to super-obese levels. Then he'd gotten fat, struggling to breathe or walk. Out of nowhere, she'd promised a diet and locked him in the filthy cleaning closet from first period till dismissal. Stinking of rags, cramped and dirty, he'd held back screams at her death threat until he finally puked, earning a brutal scolding from the teacher and dragging his parents in.
The bitter memory replayed, souring his mood, the stench and taste vivid in his nose and mouth again.
"Wait here. Run if you want."
But flip the script—it was payback time for that day.
"Here you go."
On the morning of his fifth anniversary. He'd stepped out of the cave and found the casually tossed "95th Sophia." No maggots this time, but who cared? It wasn't for him anyway. He picked up Sophia, jammed the torch into the rock, and Baek Jin-ah flinched before grinding her teeth. The humiliation from earlier seemed to fuel her rebellious glare. But spotting the coconut in his hand, her gut erupted in noisy protest. She haughtily turned away, but her eyes chased the fruit, and he clearly saw her lick her parched lips.
"...G-gonna give it to me?"
"Don't want it? Fine."
He made to toss it like an afterthought, and she panicked. "What's the sudden reason for giving it...?"
"Saw something nice."
He nodded at her crotch. Her face burned red, then twisted in disgust as she bit her lower lip.
"That face full of complaints."
"...No complaints."
She released her lip and barely answered. Still seething inside, but swallowing it for hunger—it was a pretty sight. He itched to torment her more, but lingering exposed outside was risky. For now, he jammed both thumbs into the mouth of the punctured coconut—his eco-friendly onahole, Sophia—and squeezed.
"...You think that'll split the coconut—?"
Crack! Crunch!!
Splitting a coconut's tough husk wasn't easy. But boredom on the island had honed the skill. More importantly, he needed to crush any chance of her teaming up with that Lee Seo-hee bitch. If they bonded and turned on him, it'd be a hassle. Nothing drilled in the power gap like this moment.
"What?"
"N-nothing...."
Facing pure brute force splitting the coconut, Baek Jin-ah's voice shrank in fear.
"Eat."
He dropped the white flesh sloshing grotesquely with sticky cum at her feet.
"Huh? My hands are tied—how am I—?"
Thud. He kicked the half onto the ground and dropped the other right there.
"Eat."
She trembled, hesitated, then knelt. Looking down at her ass-up as she shoved her face into the dirt-bound coconut, an indescribable thrill surged through him.
Slurp, slurp....
Would she cling to the last shred of human dignity, or ditch her pride and crawl like a beast to survive? After that brutal internal war, hunger won. Baek Jin-ah couldn't hold out.
****
Five years and two days adrift. He'd hoped for more rock lobsters like yesterday, but today yielded just five fish. On bad days he caught none, so this was bountiful. Securing lunch was great, but rationing it out was a chore.
"Gotta come back for dinner."
He gutted the catch, separating innards, and headed to the palm shade by his stash.
"Hey!"
Lee Seo-hee and Baek Jin-ah, building a rescue signal on the beach, dropped everything and ran over.
"Blondie, skewer the fish through the gills or mouth in an S-shape. Baek Jin-ah, stack firewood."
"I stack better—why give fish to fatty Baek...?"
"Wanna starve?"
After slacking yesterday, Lee Seo-hee had worked hard on the signal today. She muttered okay weakly.
"L-like this... right?"
Traumatized from last night and dawn, she eyed him fearfully, as if he'd kick the wood and shatter her pride. Tempting, but he let it slide.
"Good job."
"...Thank you?"
Even they spaced out their bullying, not piling it on daily. And if he beat them equally for fuckups, it'd forge solidarity from their cracking friendship—he couldn't allow that.
Confirming they were on task, he pulled out his pre-made tinder. Secured against sea wind with rocks, he twisted the seawater-filled ziplock tight. Spinning it slowly over the tinder, thin smoke soon rose. He carefully nestled it into Baek Jin-ah's woodpile, blowing gently. Flames roared up fast, drawing awed claps from the watching pair.
"Hand over the fish."
"Oh. Here."
He slanted the S-skewered fish over the blaze for even cooking and quenched his thirst with freshwater from a PET bottle.
"I want some water too...."
"I'll take the last bit, even...."
Exhausted from signal work in the sweltering equatorial heat, Lee Seo-hee and Baek Jin-ah pleaded softly.
"Even groveling on your belly might not get you any. Still so fucking uppity?"
"Ugh, seriously! Fine, no water! You're just petty!"
Lee Seo-hee bristled mid-grovel, stomping off in a huff. But Baek Jin-ah thought differently.
"Please... give me some water...."
She prostrated like begging, face to the ground. Without last night's trauma, she'd have matched Lee Seo-hee's pride.
"Fine. You've earned it."
He handed over the bottle, but she didn't drink—instead glancing at Lee Seo-hee.
"Baek-chin, I'm really sorry about yesterday. Just one sip? Please?"
A groveling apology from the prideful Lee Seo-hee. But Baek Jin-ah's eyes gleamed with cruel mischief, no pity in sight.
She drank silently, then pressed her lips back to the rim. What he'd thought empty refilled—with water cloudy from her saliva.
"Tastes great. Saved some for you, Seo-hee."
Wiping her mouth with a bright smile, she offered the bottle. Lee Seo-hee didn't take it, just laughed in absurd disbelief.
This is gonna be fucking fun.
Less than a day in, and their friendship was already shattered. He couldn't wait for what came next.