Five Years and Three Days: The Forest Hunt
Day five years and three on the deserted island. He arrived at the beach as usual to check for usable debris and the fish traps, but there was nothing worth noting.
Too fucking stupid.
Baek Jin-ah's handjob from last night. That wasn't how it was supposed to go. The original plan had been to savor Jin-ah's humiliating handjob, then pretend to sleep and splatter it all over Lee Seo-hee's face when he was about to cum.
But it had been so long since he'd felt a woman's touch. And from Baek Jin-ah, of all people—the one who'd tormented him. He came too fast, and it felt like such a waste. It was like that greedy urge when watching porn: you don't just stick to one video; you browse others before finishing. Anyway, he set aside his personal tastes and yesterday's regrets for now. He was thinking of filling his stomach with yams and setting traps with the leftovers to secure dinner when Lee Seo-hee approached with a surprisingly bright face and struck up a conversation.
"That was fun. Too bad I missed that bitch Baek Jin-ah's face."
"Am I your fucking clown, you cunt?"
Even though he growled the curse in a low voice, Seo-hee looked flustered but didn't lose her smile.
"That's not what I meant. Anyway, if that slut's handjobs are good enough for you, I could do even better."
Her proposal was unexpected, as she licked her lips with a finger and grinned.
"Trying to dodge telling me her weakness?"
"I'll tell you. You can just ask Baek Jin-ah yourself if it's true, right?"
This crazy bitch had watched the whole thing yesterday, yet she was acting this way? It was too suspicious.
"You find it weird why I'd do this?"
Reading his mind, Seo-hee started laughing playfully.
"Because it'd be fun."
Seeing that smile tugging at her lips brought back memories of how she'd mocked him back then, claiming some new "friendship game" had popped into her head.
"I'll be straight with you. Who knows when rescue will come? Just waiting around is boring, isn't it?"
Seo-hee stepped closer, deliberately thrusting out her chest and tilting her head up with a smile.
"I want to see you force yourself on Baek Jin-ah using the weakness I tell you. And I'll be right there next to her, watching and enjoying the show."
She pressed her breasts against his stomach, then wrapped her arms around his waist.
"That bitch would glare at me like she wants to kill me. Her face all flushed and moaning ahn ahn while impaled on your cock, covering it with her hands or biting her lip and turning away to stifle her cries. Just imagining it feels so good."
She was still the same—always keeping herself safe while cackling at others' misery—but now laced with depravity and dopamine, a full-blown sociopath.
"Or how about this? When you're about to cum during her handjob, spray it on Baek Jin-ah's face and smear it around with your cockhead..."
She was describing his exact plan from yesterday, but even more viciously, like she'd read his mind.
"Sounds fun."
"Right?"
At first, it seemed like she was selling out Jin-ah for her own safety. But now, she was doing it purely for her own amusement. It was purely, innocently evil.
"But why do you get to decide that?"
"Why? If you don't like it..."
"I've learned one thing living here five years. I could fuck a bitch like you raw, toss you in the ocean, and the world wouldn't even notice."
Frightened by his words, Seo-hee clicked her tongue unconsciously, annoyed that things weren't going her way. This one needed some education. If he left her like this, she'd forget her place and try to climb on top of him.
"Follow me."
"Ah, wait...!"
Pretending to be angry, he grabbed her arm and started dragging her toward the forest. Her legs braced, resisting—it was pathetic and amusing.
"L-Let go first...!"
"Last chance. Shut your fucking mouth and follow before I throw you off the cliff."
Hearing the cliff threat, her legs went limp, and a delightful tremble ran through her arm.
"Strip."
He shoved her roughly into the forest clearing and barked the order. A strange, low moan escaped her trembling lips.
"Th-this is a problem for... me."
"Wonder if pulling your teeth would shut you up."
Casually mentioning teeth at his feet, her face drained of color—it was quite the sight.
"Strip. Now."
Not giving her a moment, he pressured her. She whimpered, clutching something in her hand as she slowly stood.
"F-fuck! Screw you, you bastard!"
With the curse, dirt and sand flew at his face. He blocked it with his arm and caught a glimpse of her back as she bolted.
His eyes were fine; catching her frantic form in his sights was easy. But no need to rush. A dopamine-addicted sociopath didn't know the terror of the island's wilderness.
Maybe I'll chase her slowly.
She was running blindly now, but once she came to her senses, she'd learn the wild's true horror. Or he could just leave her. That might teach her she had no one but him to rely on. But if she ran into a venomous snake or wild boar and died, that'd be inconvenient. Well, even if some bullshit like that happened, it didn't matter. As long as she was still breathing and warm, he could fuck her once and discard her.
"...Fuck. Where the hell is this?"
Even in broad daylight, the forest was dark and gloomy from the overgrown trees. Chilling sounds—not human—rustled from the underbrush now and then.
Lee Seo-hee, who'd fled wildly from Lee Seong-un, realized her situation was turning dangerous.
"...Should I go back?"
Only after running blindly did regret hit her for the first time. If she went back now, she could guess what Seong-un would do without seeing it. But staying here meant facing the unknown terror, so she hurriedly retraced her steps.
Fuck. If I'd known, I should've just given him one...
His primitive, homeless-like appearance triggered physiological revulsion. But among the guys she'd met, his height and build—face aside—matched her standards.
No, no... Even so... No, if it was at night, or in the dark where I don't see his face...
Shaking her head alone, denying it, she racked her brain for any redeeming qualities in Seong-un. No matter how she searched for positives, she couldn't rationalize the visceral disgust. Giving up, she concluded that in this spilled-milk situation, praise wouldn't change a thing. She just kept walking.
"...Was this here?"
She eyed the unfamiliar scenery curiously but soon resumed walking.
"So fucking humid..."
The dense forest blocked sunlight, but it was like a massive sauna. Trapped moist heat choked her, the humidity clinging to her skin.
"...Fuck. Should've grabbed water when I ran."
She roughly wiped sweat from her eyes with the back of her hand and panted. The sticky dampness eroded her mind; the uneven dirt path sapped her strength and stung her ankles.
"...This sucks."
Born into wealth without want, Lee Seo-hee sat on a relatively flat rock and bitterly regretted her plight.
You fucking asshole Nam Tae-jun. If you hadn't given me that booze...
She'd been the one drunk at the boat's wheel, but such details meant nothing to her. She just hated Tae-jun for setting the stupid stage and the others for egging her on.
Yes, Seo-hee's regrets were twisted from the start. Even after causing a horrific accident through her own fault, ruining everyone's lives, she always blamed acquaintances and outsiders, hating them in place of remorse.
If it wasn't for that caveman prick. Or if Baek Jin-ah that fucking bitch had kept giving him handjobs like I said...?
Just as her rage turned to Seong-un and Jin-ah, a bizarre, inhuman wail tore through the silence from the path ahead.
Snapping back to reality, the fuming Seo-hee on the rock sprang up like a coiled spring and hurried onward.
Not too far, but not close enough to shake. The eerie cry from behind closed in slowly but surely. Desperation fueled her steps.
"Hah, hah!!"
Tears of terror streaked her cheeks as she ran. The primal fear of becoming prey for some unknown island beast paralyzed her reason.
Her foot caught a protruding root; she tumbled hard but felt no pain. Rolling on the dirt, she scrambled up on all fours and plunged deeper into the forest.
As the pursuing beast's roar drew nearer, she slapped her twitching thighs, running for her life.
"Hic?! S-save me! Please, save me!!"
The guttural roar battered her ears up close. Screaming, she beat her spasming thighs and ran, survival's pathetic craving consuming her.
But tragically, the terror-stricken, desperately fleeing Lee Seo-hee would never know. The beast shadowing her like a phantom was none other than Lee Seong-un. She would die ignorant of that fact.