Castaway: Baek Jaeseong-7
She was hungry. Every human being possessed an appetite. No — was it only humans? It was no exaggeration to say that every living creature on earth lived for the sake of eating. Food and life were bound together; you could not tear them apart.
Jueun had never once in her life felt hunger like this. Well — she supposed she had, back when she'd been dieting with brutal intensity. But there was a vast gulf between choosing not to eat of your own free will and being unable to eat because there was simply no food.
It wasn't merely that her stomach was empty. The emptiness itself frightened her. She had never once imagined she might starve to death — but now was different.
Her pupils locked onto Jaeseong's chocolate bar. And then her stomach growled.
Jueun flushed and hung her head. Being naked in front of a man was one thing; a bodily noise like that was somehow more humiliating. Jaeseong, however, paid it no mind whatsoever and kept eating.
"You haven't forgotten I still have one wish left, have you? Keep racking up debts like this — what are you going to do later?"
"Th-that doesn't mean I can just starve to death!"
Jueun wanted as little to do with this psycho as humanly possible, but she had no choice. Being used by a madman ended in humiliation. Starving ended in death.
Jaeseong pulled a chocolate bar from his backpack and waved it. Like a hypnotist's coin swinging on a string, Jueun's eyes followed it back and forth. Watching her, Jaeseong let out a quiet laugh.
Playing with people was always a blast. He understood perfectly why those in power turned cruel.
"I'm not just going to give it to you."
Figures.
Jueun had expected as much — this psycho was never going to simply hand over food. She asked, praying whatever he wanted would be something she could actually live with.
"……What do you want?"
Jaeseong closed his eyes briefly, considering. Like someone who'd drawn the winner's lot in a game of Kings, he cheerfully pondered his command.
The deliberation didn't last long. True to form, his demand was shameless.
"Masturbate. Right there."
"What…?"
"I need something to look at. Don't want to? Then forget it."
Jaeseong had no intention of compromising. He held the initiative, and in any negotiation, the one with the upper hand dragged the table wherever they pleased.
When he unhesitatingly tucked the chocolate bar back into his backpack, Jueun reached out to stop him.
"F-fine! I'll do it! I'll do it! But in exchange…. Give me two."
"Shameless. Well, fine."
Jaeseong pulled two chocolate bars from the backpack. Even that felt like he was mocking her.
Jueun puffed out her cheeks and glared at him, her face full of sulky resentment. She had never in her life met anyone this brazen. Even Wooseok, back in his most reckless days, had never been this outrageous.
Jaeseong observed that expression with genuine amusement. The more he looked at her, the more he found her appealing. If she'd been an unopened product, he would have claimed her on the spot.
"You…. What do you think is going to happen once we get off this island?"
"Heh. Shouldn't you be worrying about how we're going to get off this island first? Cross me and you're the only one who'll have a hard time."
Everything Jaeseong was doing had been run through the calculator in his head. He was going to take Jueun eventually — that much was decided. However the process went, once he'd fucked her with his own cock, he was confident he could make her his woman. Of course, his calculator was a little sloppy, so the process itself could hardly be called beautiful.
Jueun awkwardly spread her legs. She had masturbated plenty of times — but never in front of another person. Not even in front of Wooseok, her own boyfriend. How many people in the world actually masturbated in front of someone else?
Only perverts would be into this. Perverts like this guy.
When she hesitated, Jaeseong spoke in a voice thick with displeasure.
"Not hungry after all, then?"
"N-no! I'll do it…."
And so Jueun began. She started the way she always did, slowly rubbing her sex.
Like a great many women, Jueun masturbated with her fingers and her imagination. Ordinarily she did it when she hadn't had sex in a long time — when desire had built up in her body, it came easily. Right now, she was in no such state.
If anything, the hunger had crushed her libido almost completely. The tension of having been stranded on a deserted island also kept her body from wrapping itself in any kind of arousal. And on top of all that, the man and woman watching her had her so wound up that her whole body had gone rigid.
She rubbed at herself with the clumsy, disjointed motions of a broken robot. There was no chance of any wetness coming.
Jaeseong watched five minutes of this agonizing performance, then stood up. He had never in his life seen masturbation this painfully inept. He took hold of her body himself.
"Kyaaah! Wh-what are you doing!?"
"I figured you were an idiot, but you can't even masturbate properly. Worse than I thought. I'll teach you myself."
Jaeseong spread the fingers of his right hand into a V and brought them to her inner lips. They were surprisingly clean, and soft as a sponge. He pressed his hand flush against the flesh of her sex.
Jueun let out a short scream at the feel of his rough fingers — so different from her own soft ones. And his rude fingers didn't stop at a touch. He widened and narrowed the gap between them, working side to side, then lifted and dropped, working up and down. It was three-dimensional stimulation, nothing like her own one-dimensional rubbing.
"Nngh—! Nnh—!"
Jueun thrashed on instinct. This wasn't masturbation. This was sex. Sex with fingers. Like a woman being assaulted, she flailed both arms and kicked at the empty air, trying to wrench herself free of his grip.
But Jaeseong's left hand pinned her abdomen firmly in place. He was pressed against her from behind, tormenting her sex with his fingers. Jueun, whose strength was far inferior to his, had no hope of escaping his hold.
The moment her sex loosened even a little, Jaeseong slid his right middle finger inside her. Thanks to Power of Sex, even his somewhat rough, clumsy fingering sent a signal through her almost immediately.
"Hiiiik—!"
The sex that had been clenched hard as stone only moments ago went soft. Her body swallowed the foreign object right in.
Jaeseong's middle finger didn't miss the timing. It pushed in, then lightly scraped along her inner walls — reconnaissance, mapping her erogenous zones. Before he used her body in earnest, he wanted a complete chart of where she was sensitive.
G-spot at about five centimeters in. Weak to having her walls scraped. Her boyfriend's glans is average or on the small side, then. And looking at how her inner lips flutter every time a finger goes deep, his cock's on the modest side too. But she's got some tolerance for piston power. So the guy's dick is small, but his hips put out above-average force? Well — he was a Hunter, after all.
Having mapped her erogenous zones perfectly in an instant, Jaeseong concentrated his assault there. Jueun threw up her hands and cried surrender under a touch that attacked places Wooseok's cock had never reached.
"Stop iiit! Stooop! Stop! I lose! I lose!"
"When did we ever start fighting? Lose what?"
"Stoooop~!"
Under a hideous pleasure that melted her from the inside, Jueun squirted. The spray of it hit Jisu full in the face.
"It smells dirty…."
As if bewitched, Jisu moved around behind Jaeseong. She pulled down his pants and wrapped her hand around his cock, standing stiff and tall, and stroked it.
Matching the pace at which Jaeseong was working Jueun, Jisu pumped him. A three-person chain of stimulation. Jueun linked to Jaeseong, and Jaeseong linked again to Jisu.
"Hiiiik! Hik! Hik! Hik!"
Jueun twisted like someone in convulsions, spilling wetness. Jaeseong's left hand tormented her nipple. Her areolae were of ordinary size, her nipples plump — an honestly pretty pair of breasts.
After forcing two squirting orgasms out of her, Jaeseong pulled his fingers free in a single unsheathing motion.
A last thin stream of fluid shot out like a water pistol. Jaeseong forced the fingers, filthy with her juices, into Jueun's mouth. Her tongue tried to push them out, but she couldn't match him for strength.
"I've given you the general idea, so you get it now, right? Keep masturbating. Right there."
With that, he grabbed the head of Jisu, who was still stroking him, and started using her mouth as an onahole. Jisu took his cock with practiced ease.
"Mmph! Mmph! Mmph! Mmph!"
Jaeseong came in her mouth. There had been no warning, but Jisu swallowed his semen in greedy gulps. Not just her — none of Jaeseong's women ever wasted his cum. Mouth, pussy, or ass, they took it properly.
After violating Jisu's mouth, Jaeseong moved to the main event. He stripped her clothes off and mounted her like an animal. The position was a mating press. When you wanted to fuck rough, there was no better stance.
Thrust. Thrust. Thrust. Thrust. Thrust.
"Ahang~♪ Ang~! Ang~! Ang~! Ahhhhaaang~♥"
Jisu took his cock with coquettish moans. Jaeseong twisted her nipples, drawing even filthier sounds out of her. Her cries spread through the little cave as loudly as club EDM.
Behind them, Jueun used the two of them as fuel and kept masturbating. The situation was deeply bizarre, but the pleasure still lingering in her body had become inertia, and it pulled her along. Of every time she had ever touched herself, this was the best it had ever felt.
"Nngh—! Nnh—! Nnh! Nnh!"
Every time she stabbed her fingers into herself with reckless force, her mind went white. Fingers weren't enough. She wanted a cock. The filthy, clinging scent filling the cave stole her consciousness away.
"Nnnn…! Wooseok…! Wooseok…!"
Jueun called Wooseok's name. Sex with him had felt quite good. She'd even thought they were well matched.
So she called her boyfriend's name without end. But the boyfriend who should have answered her was not here. The one occupying the space beside her was a beast of a psycho currently violating another woman. His cock was so massive that comparing it to Wooseok's would have been an insult.
The frenzied sex and her own peak-form masturbation went on for a full hour.
Jaeseong came three times in Jisu's pussy and twice in her ass. Watching the white fluid trickle from both of Jisu's holes, Jueun climaxed one last time. The number of times she had come today by her own hand exceeded every orgasm she had ever had having sex with her boyfriend. She realized that everything she had previously thought of as climax had been nothing more than a little sparkler.
As promised, she received two chocolate bars.
On the way back to the western cave, Jueun washed herself in the stream. Her lower body was a mess of sticky juices. She rinsed the fluids clinging to her pubic hair until they were gone, then cooled her flushed, reddened face with cold water.
She washed herself several more times, anxious that some strange smell might linger, then returned to the cave. In front of it, she put on the clothes Wooseok had given her.
"I'm back."
"……You're late."
Wooseok was lying in the cave. The floor was dirt rather than hard stone, so there was a place to lie down. Jueun smiled awkwardly and held up the two chocolate bars.
"I got these. Let's eat these for today."
"That's all?"
Wooseok took one of the bars from her hand. Jueun fidgeted with her fingers as she answered.
"Yeah. Let's just get through today with these."
"How much food did those people have?"
Wooseok shoved the chocolate bar into his mouth in one go. The way he ate looked like a savage wolf. He barely chewed before swallowing.
"They said a backpack washed up on the shore, and that backpack was packed completely full. They said the two of them could last a week."
"Our backpacks weren't there?"
"Didn't seem like it. And we didn't pack much food in ours anyway. Just some light snacks."
Wooseok frowned at that. No food, in a situation where they had no idea when a rescue team might come. This was a very serious problem.
Ask them for food? No. Like that asshole would ever give us any.
Wooseok bit his lip, recalling the face of the man who had mocked him. If his body had been intact, he might have tried to negotiate with a little intimidation mixed in — but even that was impossible now. He realized he had become the weaker party, something he had experienced only a handful of times in his life.
Jueun opened her mouth with a cute little sound and bit into a chocolate bar. The sweet chocolate and chewy nougat were exquisite. Hunger really was the best seasoning — she had never tasted a chocolate bar this good. If they got off this island, she wanted to buy a mountain of them.
"We'll have to ask them to share more food. If two people can last a week, four people could last about three days, right?"
If Jueun — a woman — did the asking, they wouldn't be able to refuse her coldly. Wooseok finished that calculation in his head.
"Th-that's true, but… will they actually share?"
Jueun's voice was worried. Today she had had to masturbate in front of them just to get a single chocolate bar. She couldn't even guess what they would demand next time.
At her worry, Wooseok's eyes lit up.
"We have to get it somehow. We don't know when we'll be rescued. If a dungeon appeared out at sea…. Cleaning that up is going to take a fair amount of time."
"M-maybe we could find food on this island? Animals, or birds…. Or fish, even."
"We'll have to see. For now, with my body like this…."
Wooseok still could barely move properly. Looking at him, Jueun held out the chocolate bar she'd eaten about half of.
"Wooseok. Eat this. For now, let's make getting you recovered the priority."
"……Thanks. Once I'm better, I'll find us food somehow."
Wooseok didn't refuse her consideration. This wasn't a situation for that.
He inhaled the remaining half of the chocolate bar in an instant. It still wasn't enough, but it took the edge off his hunger the way pissing on a frozen foot takes the edge off the cold. A small mercy in a bad situation.
The island was fairly warm. It was summer, and they were in the south, so the nighttime temperature stayed above freezing. And the cave was more comfortable than expected. They weren't going to freeze to death in the night.
"Let's just sleep. Staying awake only burns energy."
With that, Wooseok sank into sleep. His body was so exhausted that the moment he closed his eyes, he was gone.
Jueun gazed at him for a while, then stroked his cheek once. Once Wooseok's body recovered, they would find a way to survive. He was a Dungeon Hunter, after all.
Thinking that, she closed her own eyes. Like him, she fell asleep almost at once.
Schlick. Schlick. Schlick.
"Haang! Haang! Haaaang! Nngh! Oppa, I love that we can have this much sex, but won't the other girls be worried!?"
"I called and gave them a rough idea of the situation. They're currently raiding an underwater dungeon with the Association."
I can place calls to anyone I've registered as a slave, so long as I pay the credits. I'd already exchanged news with the other women.
According to them, a marine dungeon had appeared and caused considerable damage in the nearby waters, so the Hunter Association had dispatched a subjugation force. A fair number of people had gone missing — including us, people out fishing on boats, actual fishermen, and so on — so they'd committed a sizable force.
Once the dungeon was cleared, a rescue team would come. Which meant that right now, I was essentially on a short vacation with Jisu. Plenty of food, and an entertaining toy besides. I regarded the present situation as a kind of game.
"Nngiiiit—! I'm cuuuming—!"
"Haha! Then come!"