Chapter 456
Chapter 456
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 456
Chapter Title: Stranded Island Tales (11)
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Living with Hayato had made every single day of mine truly blissful.
Just a few days ago, I was always starving and scraping by... but now? Waffles, shaved ice, toast—hehe... I could pick my breakfast like at a hotel buffet. It felt so incredibly good. So today, as a token of my gratitude, I planted a kiss on Hayato before stretching with a yawn and kicking off another joyful day.
"Reina, no need to do the dishes. Just grab new ones."
"Ah! Right, of course!"
...That said, once the day officially started, there wasn't really anything to do.
A while back, I would've headed out into the blazing sun to scrounge for food, but now... hehehe... I had Hayato. With food supplies still plentiful, he told me to just relax at home. Hng, how reassuring that was... Hayato looked like such a reliable man.
"Forget it. Come here and watch this with me."
"Yeah! Coming right now!"
And get this—Hayato even had a tablet! He'd loaded it up with all sorts of videos for the cruise, so boredom was never an issue. After finishing breakfast, the two of us—endlessly idle—cuddled up shoulder to shoulder and dove into some foreign drama.
"Hee... those two have such a romantic vibe..."
"Jealous?"
"Ehh?! N-no, not really..."
"Want to try it ourselves?"
"......Yeah."
Our hands naturally intertwined... I turned my head for a kiss, we gazed into each other's eyes... and just like in the drama—no, way more intensely than any drama—we shared deep, passionate intimacy and became one. This made it our tenth time already.
"Haht, ngh... aaah!"
The awkward sensation of Hayato's massive cock plunging into my pussy. I'd never felt anything like it with Matsu-kun... This unfamiliar thrill gave me dizzying pleasure again today. I didn't know if it was our perfect compatibility or Hayato's skill in bed... but being held by him felt so relaxed and reassuring.
Like we were truly connecting, you know?
Unlike with my husband, it really felt like our bodies were merging.
"Ngh, haa... you want me to suck it?"
"Yeah."
"Seriously... haa, you're such a perv, churup... always making your teacher do this, chup, jup... haa..."
And somehow, his cock even tasted good... Ngh, I ended up doing naughty things I'd barely done for my husband. Cleaning his post-climax dick with a blowjob, churup... then titfucking his re-hardened shaft. I thought they were just filthy acts for perverts... but nope!
"Chup, juup... haa, churup, huu... thanks for the meal..."
"Ngh..."
"Hehe, feel good?"
Hayato let out weird noises every time I licked his cleaned-up cock clean. Seeing this incredibly capable guy turn into an innocent schoolboy during a blowjob was so cute, it made me laugh.
Hehe... that should satisfy him, right?
If he loved it as much as Matsu-kun, it'd be overwhelming, but Hayato's subtle shows of vulnerability had this gap moe charm that made sucking him off all the more rewarding.
"Reina."
"Yeah! Want another suck?"
"It's getting late—dinner time. Let's head out."
"Eh... you're right."
Wrapping up our first activity of the day, Hayato and I tidied up and stepped out of the log cabin for dinner. Just like always, it was time for our private barbecue party.
The sizzle of grilling meat and the rising steam of perfectly cooked rice. Back when all I could make was fish porridge, but now? Proper cooking was actually fun. Delicious dinner from the fresh ingredients Hayato gathered, plus beer on top... hehehe, perfection!
"Hayato... hic, ngh... I want it..."
"Ready to head in, then?"
"Yeah... hehe, tonight I'll take the lead... mwah."
And with sweet sex added to the mix...
It transcended perfection into utter bliss!
Not sure if that's the right phrase... hng, who cares! Belly full, nicely buzzed—screwing Hayato mattered more right now. He'd dominated me this morning, so hng... tonight, I'd show him my grown-up sexy side...
"Aaah! No, ngh! I'll... haa... I'll move!"
That's what I'd planned... but hauu...
After mounting Hayato, everything went blank.
My stomach... is growling. After that shocking incident, I tried forgetting the one who left and psyching ourselves up... but the hunger upon waking was as fierce as ever. No matter how much I ate, the emptiness wouldn't fill. We decided fish was essential, so starting today, we split tasks: Ushio-kun fishing, me foraging.
But... what now?
The wind rustling through trees, distant animal cries—this uninhabited island we thought safe suddenly felt terrifying today. If only someone to talk to... being alone in this vast forest made my skin crawl.
How did Reina-sensei overcome this fear?
I admired her for foraging alone, picking fruits and greens.
But... I can't just sit scared. Feeling sorry for making her suffer silently, I mustered courage and filled my basket. I'd jolt and drop it at every rustle... but it's fine, it's fine—I hypnotized myself and somehow succeeded.
"Miyu! Caught three!"
"Wow... really?!"
But after all that effort, dinner was still nasty fish porridge.
A desperate measure to fill our bellies. A non-meal born of survival. Munching this low-quality slop... I found myself glancing at Mukai-kun's place. More precisely... picturing Reina-sensei inside.
Sensei, eating delicious food every day.
They say envy's for losers... but I couldn't help envying her daily life.
As I stared endlessly at Mukai-kun's house, Ushio-kun's face soured. He must feel inferior... no, competitive. Mukai-kun, the school delinquent, was godlike here now... it'd get under anyone's skin.
Still... he's my boyfriend; I had to prop up his pride. Forcing criticism of Sensei and Mukai-kun, I plastered on a smile: better us two than her whoring it up.
"Right? Yeah... honestly, Rei-chan... ahem, Nishida disappointed me big time. Becoming Mukai's woman for comfort? That's straight-up prostitute thinking! No matter how tough! A married woman ignoring the rescue team soon to come... sigh."
"Ahaha... yeah, I think so too."
Ushio-kun raised his voice, swearing rescue within the week. He boasted about making a fish trap today—no food worries. But even with traps... it'd still be fish porridge. Unless we caught game, things wouldn't improve.
But... better not say that.
Forcing agreement again, I grabbed pot and bowls for river washing. Returning... haaa, here we go again. Delicious meat smells. Boisterous laughter. Sensei and Mukai-kun barbecuing.
Atmosphere turned hostile once more.
Ushio-kun scowled... but I couldn't help feeling jealous. Experiencing the wealth gap, part of me understood and empathized with Sensei.
"Tch. Let's go in, Miyu."
"Yeah..."
But that didn't mean I'd copy her.
I understood, empathized—but those nightly moans were too trashy to follow suit. Her excuses of no choice rang hollow now. A married woman panting like that... calling Mukai-kun's name? Even I thought it was off.
They're teacher and student, after all.
Doing it every day... again?
God... I thought Mukai-kun aside, Reina-sensei was pure... but these past days changed that. Sensei moaning like a sex-crazed woman nightly. No wonder I couldn't voice envy.
That was straight-up... whore behavior.
So I decided to stick with this life.
I had my boyfriend for support, and it wasn't unbearable. Trading comfort for whore-ish acts? Hard pass. To preserve basic human dignity, I swore off such thoughts.
"Miyu... wanna?"
"......"
"I mean... ahem, never mind..."
But Ushio-kun thought differently.
Aroused by those sounds, he subtly signaled. I got a guy's urges, but... my precious first time, in this shack-like place, no protection? Even with Ushio-kun... sex swept up in lust? No thanks.
Those two looked like lust incarnate...
But I said no!
I put on a stern face, and Ushio-kun sheepishly backed off... but haaa, how long would his restraint last? If he snapped and pounced... uuu, I didn't want that...
Lost in worries, unable to sleep as Sensei's voice grew louder. What would her husband think seeing this... aaa... hating everything, I forced sleep.
Meanwhile, rustling beside me...
But I pretended not to hear.
Had to protect my boyfriend's pride, after all.