Castaway: Baek Jaeseong-10

The hunt had gone no better today. Wooseok was learning, in his bones, just how helpless a man without an Ability truly was. How had he even survived back when he'd been an ordinary person? And how did ordinary people live now? If he had to spend the rest of his life trapped in this powerless body, he thought he might well sink into despair and kill himself.

He'd tried to set a crude snare for birds, but his hands were clumsy—he couldn't even whittle a stick with a stone. In the end he'd resorted to brute force, and that had yielded nothing at all. If anything, all that thrashing around after birds had only burned through what little energy he had left.

He trudged back to the cave, drained. He felt like a failed provider, a husband who couldn't even put food on the table. What was he supposed to say to Jooeun? They'd gone without dinner last night, and his body had nothing left to give.

Without proper food, his recovery crawled. Without recovery, he couldn't hunt. A vicious cycle, turning and turning. He chewed on that helplessness all the way back to the cave.

"Wooseok~ You're back?"

Jooeun greeted him with a warm voice and a bright face. The clouds over his gloomy expression lifted at once. Looking at her somehow put strength back into him.

It was a feeling he'd never had before. Back when he'd treated her as nothing more than a convenient sex friend, her smiling face had never moved him one way or the other. In those days he'd gone through the motions of matching her energy, and the purpose had always been the same: sex. She had a decent enough face, after all.

"Sorry. I didn't catch anything today either."

"It's okay. That happens. Hunting isn't easy."

She wasn't disappointed in the slightest by his empty-handed return. It was the kind of answer a model wife would give, and Wooseok's face brightened even further.

He hadn't found food, but at least the island had a clean freshwater spring. For the time being, he told himself, he'd fill his stomach with water and keep hunting.

"Here. I got us some triangle kimbap. Let's eat."

Jooeun smiled radiantly as she produced the triangle kimbap she'd gotten from Jaeseong. One was tuna mayo, the other spam mayo. She held both out so Wooseok could take his pick.

"Huh…? You got these from him?"

The moment he saw the kimbap in her hands, Wooseok's face went ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠rigid.

"Yeah. For now, let's just eat something and get our heads on straight. Once we can use our Abilities again, hunting won't be anything at all."

"……"

Jaeseong's face rose in Wooseok's mind. Those disgusting words the bastard had spoken started playing back, unbidden.

A vein stood out on Wooseok's forehead. The face and voice of the man who had insulted him to his face were still burned into his skull, vivid as ever.

What did it mean that Jooeun had gone to that bastard for food? Didn't it mean she was relying on him more than on Wooseok? The thought filled him with a hideous self-loathing. He was a pathetic piece of shit who couldn't even keep hold of his own woman.

Riding in on the self-loathing came rage. He felt a crushing disappointment in Jooeun.

I told her not to go near that bastard!

Jooeun was supposed to be in his corner. Bow her head under that repulsive son of a bitch and she'd be nothing but his toy.

Wooseok snatched one of the triangle kimbap and hurled it hard against the ground.

"W-Wooseok!?"

"Fuck! I don't need this shit! That bastard… don't you ever take a single thing from that bastard! He's a snake—a slimy, two-faced snake! He's after your body, I guarantee it!"

"But we have to eat something to stay alive. If we need food right now, what else are we supposed to do?"

She was being reasonable. To Wooseok, though, it sounded like she was blaming him.

This is happening because you couldn't bring back any food.

That voice circled and circled inside his head. The thing that made his teeth grind until they hurt was that it was true. Wooseok clenched his jaw until it ached.

"I'll… I'll find us food, no matter what it takes. So… don't you ever go near him. Jooeun. Just trust me."

He thumped his own chest, turned on his heel, and bolted toward the forest. Jooeun reached after him, but he was already gone beyond the undergrowth.

She stared in the direction he'd vanished, her face full of pity. The extreme situation seemed to be driving him to even further extremes. Wooseok was coming apart.

"That triangle kimbap… what a waste."

The one he'd thrown on the ground had been tuna mayo. Her favorite.

A man had to bring a proper paycheck home if he wanted to be a man. That was just common sense.

Wooseok steeled himself. He would not go back until he'd found food—he swore it as he pushed through the brush, deeper into the forest. Deeper, though, was a relative term; the island was so small that the woods never amounted to much more than a modest stand of trees.

The island's birds had apparently never met a human. They didn't flee even when Wooseok drew close. That alone, however, was nowhere near enough to actually catch one.

The instant he reached out, the birds spread their wings like they'd been waiting for it and vanished. He went through the same desperate scramble again and again, and in the end he came away with nothing. He'd failed so many times he'd lost count.

"Damn it… I'm starving."

He crouched at the stream and drank. Filling his belly with water helped a little, but it did nothing for the hunger underneath. The triangle kimbap he'd thrown on the ground kept flickering in front of his eyes.

He leaned back against a thick-trunked tree. He'd rest a moment, then hunt again.

"The breeze is so nice and cool. Heehee~"

"Outdoor sex after all this time isn't half bad, is it?"

"Isn't every time we have sex on this island outdoor sex?"

A man and a woman's voices drifted from the far side of the stream. There were exactly two pairs of men and women on this island: himself and Jooeun, and those two.

Wooseok dropped instinctively. He peeked around the tree to confirm the speakers, and of course it was Jaeseong and Jisu. Both of them were naked as savages.

"Anh~♥"

"You're already soaked down here. How long have you been waiting for this?"

"Heehee! Outdoor sex always gets me going. Maybe we should do it now and then even after we get back."

"I've got a spot picked out. The place I did it with Lina. Let's go there."

"Really!? Wow~ Then we have to do it with Lina unnie too!"

They looked at each other with eyes full of affection, trading filthy conversation all the while. Jaeseong's face was the face of a man in love. Wooseok could hardly believe that vicious psychopath was capable of wearing an expression like that.

Jaeseong and Jisu kissed. There was not a shred of innocence in it—a wet, filthy deep kiss, their tongues groping for each other like tentacles.

The distance between Wooseok and the pair was considerable, but he could feel every ounce of their obscenity all the same. As they kissed, Jaeseong's hand closed over Jisu's full, swelling breasts.

Jisu had a chest in a completely different league from Jaeseong's other women. It was one of her greatest weapons, and Jaeseong, while taking her, had often said that Jisu's breasts were simply on another level.

"Crazy bastards…. They're in heat."

He cursed them under his breath, but his cock stretched itself awake all on its own. Instinct answering their lewd performance.

Wooseok swallowed. Then, very quietly, he watched.

"Grab the tree and turn around. I'll take you from behind."

"Ah~ nngh~♬ Yes please~!"

Jisu wrapped her arms around a thick trunk and pushed her hips back. Jaeseong buried his face in the cleft of her ass and breathed her in. She'd kept herself clean even on a deserted island, and the scent that rose from her was a sweet peach. The way a sommelier uncorks a bottle and takes in the bouquet, Jaeseong liked to smell a woman's body before he took her. Jaeseong the pussy sommelier could tell a good woman from a poor one by that alone. Jisu, in wine terms, was Romanée-Conti.

"I'm putting it in. Stay right there."

"Hurry~"

Jaeseong drove his monstrous cock into Jisu's pussy. A wet, filthy schlick rang out loud enough to carry. The sight of flesh joining flesh needed no further description—it was obscenity itself. Both of them were masters of sex.

Watching them, Wooseok's gaze drifted unconsciously to his own cock. In length it was a little over half of Jaeseong's. In girth, it was barely half. If his own dick was a sorghum stalk, Jaeseong's was a toilet-paper tube.

"Beast. Nothing but a big-dicked animal…."

He said it, but what he felt was defeat. Something in him, something that made him a man, was crumbling.

Jaeseong gripped Jisu's ass and rolled his ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠hips. Her pussy was so slick with smooth, copious juices that he could fuck her the way you'd fuck an onahole slathered in lube.

Doggy style is a position that puts the man in control. The size of his cock and the quality of his technique are what decide a woman's pleasure more than anything else. Jaeseong had both—a massive size and peerless skill—and he satisfied Jisu completely.

Schlck. Schlick. Schlck. Schlick. Schlck. Schlick.

"Haaahn~♥ This…. this feels so good~♪ My pussy's squelching….! Haaahn~!"

Jisu came again and again, her face the face of a bitch in heat. Jaeseong spanked her ass with sharp, wet slaps as he degraded her. Jisu had a strong masochistic streak; she loved being whispered filthy words and being talked down to.

"Why is this pussy so tight and springy? Don't tell me you've been sneaking off with some other guy behind my back."

"Ah-hnnngh~♥ Hnnngh~! No! I would never…! There's no cock as good as oppa's, so why would I ever do it with another man~?"

"Hmph. Easy to say. But this is a cunt that drools like a whore. I'll believe it when I have a reason to."

"Hnnnnngh~♪ Hnnngh~! Jisu's pussy…. punish it with oppa's cock so it can never cheat~!"

"Heh. Fine. I'll fucking destroy it. Relax that pussy! Hrah!"

"Haaaaaaaaahn~!"

At some point Wooseok had taken his rock-hard cock in his hand and started stroking. This was sex with a force that didn't even belong in the same conversation as what he and Jooeun did. Everything he'd done until now hadn't been sex. ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠It had been playing around.

His cock swelled far bigger than it ever did when he was with Jooeun. The head ached.

Kh—!

He superimposed his own face over Jaeseong's as the other man took Jisu from behind. He wanted to fuck a stacked woman like that from behind too.

Schlick. Schlick. Schlick. Schlick.

"Hrah! How is it? You gonna come!?"

"I-I'm gonna come! Oppa, I'm coming! Coming! I'm comingggg!"

Jisu squirted like a fountain. Wooseok stared, stunned. He'd only ever seen that in porn, and now it was happening in front of his eyes.

His hand moved faster. The lewd scent of the two of them drifted all the way to where he hid.

"This pussy's still begging for more cum, you know."

"Hnnngh…! Jisu's pussy is still hungry…! Give me more cummm…."

"Good. Nonstop piston until you pass out."

Jaeseong was relentless in the taking of a woman. Wooseok kept stroking as he watched.

Jaeseong fucked Jisu's pussy six times in total. For nearly an hour, her cunt took the full force of his concentrated assault.

Watching it, Wooseok came twice. It was the first time in his life he'd ever come back-to-back. Even during sex, once was always the end for him.

"Hoo…. She's completely out. Time to head back."

Jaeseong scooped up Jisu's pleasure-unconscious body as if she weighed nothing, slung her over his shoulder, and strolled unhurriedly back toward his cave.

Once Jaeseong was out of sight, Wooseok's legs gave out and he sat down hard where he stood.

"Jesus…."

He'd never felt anything like this. He looked down at himself. Two orgasms had left his cock hanging limp, but his heart was still pounding hot. When he closed his eyes, the scene Jaeseong and Jisu had just put on rose up, sharp and vivid.

On unsteady feet he walked to the place where the two of them had coupled. The traces of the juices Jisu had sprayed were still wet and clear on the ground.

Wooseok bent his head and breathed in the scent of the slick that had soaked the earth. A dense pheromone slammed into his brain.

"Ugh!"

He came again. It was the first time in his life he'd ever come from a woman's lingering scent alone. Self-disgust rolled over him.

What the hell kind of state was this? Of every self-loathing he'd felt since washing up on this island, this was the worst.

"…… Just hunt."

He washed his hands in the stream and went back to hunting. ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠As before, he caught nothing.

In the end he returned to the cave empty-handed. Jooeun was waiting quietly inside.

"Wooseok!"

She welcomed him with a bright smile. He opened his mouth, his face dark.

"Sorry…. I couldn't find any food."

"It's okay. Eat this, at least."

She held out a triangle kimbap split in half. Tears ran down Wooseok's face as he put it in his mouth. It wasn't even a full meal's worth of rice, but somehow, strangely, strength seemed to flood back into his body.