Chapter 6: Feasting on Unexpected Coconut Crabs
While resting on the mattress after a hearty meal thanks to the unexpected harvest of coconut crabs, Lee Seo-hee shot him a suspicious glance through the flickering torchlight.
Finally.
He didn't even need to ask. Anyone who couldn't read that blatant signal—that she wanted to pick up where their lunchtime proposal had left off—had to be a fucking idiot.
Normally, he would've dragged it out, letting her stew in frustration before reluctantly agreeing. But given Lee Seo-hee's personality, the kind that would cling to him even at the cost of her pride, rejecting her at the negotiation table would surely prompt her to plot some backstabbing bullshit. That much was obvious.
"Where you going?"
"To take a shit."
"...Have a safe trip."
Leaving Baek Jin-ah, who didn't press further, he grabbed a torch and headed out of the cave. Moments later, Lee Seo-hee emerged and slowly jogged toward the light.
"So, what's the reason you called me out here?"
"Baek Fat's weakness. I'll tell you. But I have a condition."
"You think you're in a position to make demands of me?"
He lowered his voice into a heavy, threatening growl, and her shoulders visibly trembled. Despite the warning, she didn't back down, forcing out her quivering voice as if pleading for him to at least hear her out.
He was dying to know what weakness Baek Jin-ah had that made her willing to bargain like this—even tempted to beat it out of her.
"I'll say this upfront. If it's some shitty condition, you're fucked."
"...So you'll at least listen."
Even after the threat of pain, her resolve held firm.
"Spit it out."
"Put me first, no matter what."
"Be specific."
"Food, sleeping spot, protection—whatever. Always take care of me before her. Me over Baek Fat, always."
Watching her trembling face as she demanded priority like it was some grand condition, he was equal parts baffled and understanding. On a deserted island, food and sleep were everything.
"No. She'd rebel."
But he refused.
"Why reject it?"
"You remember? Trying to sell me out to her behind my back."
"...I've been good since then."
He closed in on her faint defiance.
"Yeah, you better be. Or you know what happens."
He hooked a finger into the bikini string at her chest and slowly tugged. She flinched in shock, freezing solid. When he released the taut string, she hurriedly adjusted her disheveled top, gasping with wide-eyed horror.
"W-what do you want from me...? What are you expecting?"
"You'll see something fun tonight. Just pretend to sleep."
Ignoring her confused protest, he turned toward the cave—then paused with a better idea.
"Remember. No matter what, pretend to sleep till the end. Got it?"
"Huh? Wait, explain—!"
"When I say do it, you do it. No backtalk, you fucking bitch."
He snapped hard enough to silence any further questions, then lay on the mattress inside, eagerly awaiting the deepening night.
The night on the deserted island had fallen deep.
Fuck. What the hell is that caveman gonna show me that I can't sleep for...?
Under Lee Seong-un's command and warning, Lee Seo-hee—exhausted from walking nonstop since morning—forced her heavy eyelids open.
If you're gonna do this, at least untie my hands, you asshole. Fucking prick, when I get back, I'll destroy you. Your family too, you fuck. And that Baek Fat bitch, I'll...!
Unable to fight the crashing waves of sleep any longer, she burned with future revenge against Lee Seong-un and Baek Jin-ah, clinging on desperately.
"Hey, you asleep?"
"...No."
And now, the cave's steady breathing turned into voices.
Why's Baek Fat awake? No way...?
Lee Seo-hee's thinking was cheap and simplistic. Late at night in an isolated space, if a man and woman were awake, it had to lead to something physical. That one-dimensional mindset had burned so many bridges with friends, creating enemies left and right.
"F-fuck, you washed it, right?"
"Gonna wash after one pump."
"...Can't we wash first?"
"Fine. But you wash it. Or do it like this."
But tonight, her crude assumption rang true.
"...I'll get water."
After a long silence, Baek Jin-ah grabbed a torch and trudged deeper into the cave, sounding defeated. Lee Seo-hee—whose life motto was repaying grudges without fail—stifled a silent laugh at the entertaining turn. If they got back to Korea, she'd spread this to everyone, making Baek Jin-ah too ashamed to show her face, holing up in her room forever.
Her malice was so transparent it almost seemed innocently childlike.
Here she comes.
The sloshing water and footsteps approached from the cave depths. Forgetting her drowsiness, Lee Seo-hee perked her ears, rolling over naturally as if sleep-talking to watch the humiliation from start to finish.
"...You really gonna do it?"
"Open your mouth."
"I-I'll do it...!"
Peeking through slitted eyes at Baek Jin-ah's humiliating back view, Lee Seo-hee felt a twinge of regret it wasn't fuller.
Still fun though. Heh.
Squatting, Baek Jin-ah tilted the crumpled PET bottle to wet her hands, then stripped off Lee Seong-un's animal-hide loincloth from his waist.
"...O-okay, here goes."
As her cold freshwater-dampened hands moved, he savored the rare touch of another after so long.
"Clean between the glans tight. Dirty, and it'll go in your mouth."
"...Got it, just stop."
His low, indifferent words weighed heavily on the inexperienced Baek Jin-ah like crushing pressure.
In high school, she'd been popular with everyone, but her cynical, bored aura kept most at bay except Lee Seo-hee and her crew. Plus, her parents' overbearing meddling meant she'd never even dated, let alone fucked.
How the hell do you do this...?
Staring at the cock right in front of her, panic hit—flashing memories of Lee Seo-hee's group's vulgar chats, videos and pics they'd shown off, bragging about faces, bodies, sizes.
Using those filthy recollections, she began washing his half-hard shaft clean.
Ugh... it's swelling in my hand. And the smell... gonna puke...
After scrubbing the day's sweat-soaked, reeking dick, she exhaled shakily.
"Done... "
"So? You want me jerking off into the air?"
"Huh? N-no, just reporting... "
Realizing the massive hurdle ahead, tears welled as she reflected on her plight. But knowing tears wouldn't help, she gripped his cock and started stroking up and down.
Disgusting... so fucking gross and nasty.
Her precious first, not in a luxury five-star hotel but a dank cave, wasted unpleasantly on a guy she instinctively recoiled from—it crushed her pride. Still, desperate not to expose her inexperience, she moved her hands as best she could.
Time passed; precum leaked from the tip, friction turning to wet, echoing squelches growing louder.
...But why no reaction? Shouldn't he be moaning that it feels good?
Quickly adapting, she'd found a rhythm, but his calm demeanor bruised her pride in another way.
"...Why aren't you cumming?"
"'Cause you're fucking terrible."
His dismissive tone nearly made her grip tighten involuntarily.
"...What'd I do wrong? It's leaking like crazy."
Stroking from base to tip to show her work, precum surged from the swollen urethra.
"So?"
He brushed it off. Far from aroused, his voice stayed cool as he shoved her hand away.
Five years solo on the island—self-pleasure or coconuts—her clumsy strokes were nothing. But he didn't want to settle for this meager pleasure. Force was easy, but he craved mental surrender, not just physical.
Rescue could come anytime; what he wanted took time to prove itself.
The odds of his mental scenario playing out were slim. But he observed: gazing down at her squat form, probing reactions with words.
Spotting her lingering pride and competitiveness, he shoved in the fuel called dismissal.
"Enough. Go sleep."
Sighing in disappointment, he threw on his hide and lay down.
"W-what?! What's the problem?!"
Boldly closing in on the ignoring Lee Seong-un, she demanded answers.
"Never mind. Won't make you do this again. Go sleep."
His half-spoken words scratched her raw; she bellowed for the issue.
"I overestimated you."
"Who are you to judge me? I barely started."
He turned away, sighing, fighting a rising smirk.
"Fine, you gonna suck it too?"
"W-what? I-I could!"
Her pride flared in refusal to lose; inwardly, she regretted it.
Lee Seo-hee, lying "dead" and watching it all, trembled holding back explosive laughter.