Chapter 323
Chapter 323
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 323
Chapter Title: Helper
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“Hah...”
We locked lips, diving into a sticky, scorching kiss.
My hand slipped under her white t-shirt, while hers grabbed my ass.
We savored the brief kiss before pulling apart slightly. Jessie's face was flushed hot. She stared at me like she wanted to devour me whole, grabbing the hem of her t-shirt and yanking it up over her head.
Her braless breasts bounced into view. Snow-white mounds with pink nipples. The areolas were on the larger side, but the nipples themselves were small.
I responded in kind, ripping open my buttons in one go and shrugging off my shirt. Thud. The shirt hitting the ground sounded unusually loud.
“Haaah. Yujin. I had no idea you were such a sexy guy.”
Jessie deliberately shook her upper body, letting the t-shirt drop to the floor.
“I knew you were one hell of a sexy woman.”
I strode toward Jessie. She eyed my pants—or more precisely, my crotch—and licked her lips. Down there, I was hard as an iron club.
She hooked her fingers into her jeans and panties, yanking them down in one swift motion. A clean, Brazilian-waxed pussy. Her inner labia were pale pink and slightly plump. I spotted the wetness glistening on them.
I thrust my hips forward toward her and said,
“Jessie. You've got some serious skills stripping those jeans off. Mind helping me with mine?”
“Yeah. Sure.”
Jessie grabbed my pants and underwear, trying to pull them down in one go, but they snagged midway on my dick. She tugged harder, but they wouldn't budge.
“Whoa...”
Amazed by the sheer rigidity of my cock, she carefully eased my pants and underwear down the rest of the way.
Seeing my erection standing tall, Jessie swallowed once, then pulled me into a hug. She aggressively licked my neck, one hand caressing my muscles while the other stroked my dick.
“Your cock is so hot and hard... It's the first one like this for me.”
Jessie whispered in my ear. I kneaded her ass with both hands. My fingers slipped between her cheeks, feeling the dip of her anus and the texture of her labia.
“Once you taste my dick for yourself, no other cock will even catch your eye.”
“Really? Guess I need to test that confidence.”
Jessie shoved me. It was a feeble push, but I played along and let myself fall back.
Thud.
I tumbled onto the hammock strung between the trees. Then Jessie, her blonde hair swaying, climbed on top of me.
She grasped my dick with one hand and slowly guided it into her pussy.
“Ah, aaah...! It's going all the way inside! Haaaah!”
“How's it feel, Jessie? Like it?”
“Y-Yeah. I regret not knowing sooner you were packing something this incredible! Haaaaah!”
Jessie settled fully onto me. She arched her back straight and started shaking her hips.
Jiggle jiggle.
I reached out toward her violently bouncing breasts.
“Aaang! Yes! Yujin! Pinch my nipples too! Haak!”
“These huge tits... I could grope them all day.”
Squelch squelch!
The hammock swayed, Jessie's moans blending with the slapping of our flesh, echoing through the forest.
“Haang! Haak! Hak! Heut!”
Jessie quickly lost herself in the sex. Her eyes were fixed on me, but not really seeing me. She was just riding the waves of pleasure.
Time for me to get serious too... Huh?
I sensed a presence nearby.
Not an animal. Human-like, but faint.
It was coming from behind Jessie—which was right in front of me. I enhanced my vision with mana and peered past her.
Between the bushes stood a man in a bizarre wooden mask... a voodoo mask. He held a crossbow, aiming at Jessie's back as she rocked vigorously on top of me.
That's Johnson.
The slasher from Monday the 11th. Kill him, and no more victims.
Horror flicks always take out the fucking couple first. Showing up because of that cliché?
I felt indifferent. Killing him right now would be easy.
I haven't even had my fun yet. Haven't fucked Rachel either.
Offing the killer here would boot me back to reality. Not what I want.
The protagonist dies first anyway... Tomorrow night... Nah, I'll let it slide until I'm satisfied.
Our eyes met through his voodoo mask across the space. I flashed him a grin, and he clearly didn't like it—he pulled the crossbow trigger.
I'd been watching him closely, so I yanked Jessie's upper body into my arms.
“Aaang?!”
The arrow whistled past my head and thunked into a tree. Jessie spotted it and her eyes went wide in shock. She whipped her head around and let out a piercing scream.
“Kyaaaaaaaah!”
Johnson fired again. I grabbed Jessie and rolled sideways off the hammock to the ground. The arrow passed through where we'd been.
I scowled and bellowed at Johnson,
“Hey, you fucker! Can't you see I'm busy?! Get over here! I said get over here!”
Johnson aimed the crossbow at my head. I yanked the arrow from the tree with one hand and hurled it at him. He fired.
The arrows collided midair. Mine won.
His bounced away harmlessly, while mine speared into Johnson's right wrist.
“...!”
Johnson dropped the crossbow and bolted into the woods. Instead of chasing him, I stroked Jessie, who was trembling in my arms. My dick was still buried inside her pussy.
“Y-Yujin! That guy tried to kill us!”
“It's fine. Weirdos pop up everywhere. Anyway, we should keep going.”
“B-But he might come back... Ahk?!”
I shoved Jessie onto the hammock. Leaning her upper body against it put her ass toward me in doggy position.
“You saw me chase him off, right? Stick by me, and you've got nothing to fear.”
Smack!
I gripped her ass and started thrusting.
“Ah, aaang!”
She soon plunged back into the sex. Afterward, we returned to the resort. Our friends hadn't made it to their rooms—they were passed out all over the place. They had no clue yet about the psycho killer on the island.
“Yujin... I'm too scared to sleep alone. Just knowing that freak's out there gives me chills all over. Can I crash in your room?”
“Of course. Jessie. I'll protect you, so no worries.”
Jessie lay on my bed and pulled my arm around her. Of course, we weren't just sleeping. Jessie and I rocked our hips until deep into the night before finally dozing off.
???
We woke around noon.
Not because we wanted to. Frank—the de facto leader of the trip—roused everyone from sleep and herded us to the front of the resort.
Frank and a few others looked deadly serious, while the rest scanned faces in confusion.
“Everyone... calm down and listen. Two caretakers are dead.”
“...What? Frank. What kinda bullshit is that? Some kinda event?”
“I'm not joking! Their bodies are on a cliff not far from here!”
“F-For real? If it's real, we gotta call the cops, right?!”
“No way to contact them. We wait for the yacht in two days, head to the harbor, and get help there.”
“...”
Silence blanketed the resort. Someone had died. The fun trip turned into a trauma fest in an instant.
“...If they fell off the cliff, it's just an accident. Can't have fun anymore, but no need to freak out.”
The protagonist, Brad, spoke up. The others nodded in agreement.
“Brad's right. It's not like we killed them.”
“Just a freak accident.”
“Yeah. An accident. For now... let's grab lunch. Caretakers are dead, so we gotta prep it ourselves...”
They traded words, trying to shake off the gloom.
But Jessie, clutching my shirt hem with an anxious look, spoke up.
“Last night during treasure hunt with Yujin, we saw a guy in a weird mask. He shot arrows at us with a crossbow!”
“Weird mask?”
All eyes turned to us. Frank asked for the group.
“Wooden mask. Voodoo mask. Ring any bells?”
I said.
“Voodoo mask? What's that?”
Brad asked back.
“Mask worn by voodoo cultists, I guess. Don't know the details.”
“Some psycho in a voodoo mask on this island? You saying he pushed the caretakers off the cliff? You're kidding, right?”
“We're not the type to joke right now.”
“...”
Most friends looked skeptical, but Frank's face hardened seriously.
I eyed him and asked,
“Frank. You know something. Don't you?”
“...Truth is, this island was a voodoo holy site 20 years ago.”
Frank droned on with the backstory. I stifled a yawn, but everyone else seemed terrified by his words.
“But those people all left... No way one's still here alone...”
As Frank rubbed his dry face with both hands, protagonist Brad stepped up.
“Let's check it out. If Jessie and Yujin are right, there'll be a crossbow bolt left.”
We headed to investigate, finding the arrow under the hammock, plus a nearby crossbow and blood.
“It's real...”
“No way! A maniac like that can't be real!”
“Forget this—let's check the caretakers' bodies too!”
We went to the cliff. Traces of bodies remained below, but no actual corpses in sight.
“That voodoo freak must've taken them!”
“Like Jessie said—he pushed them off!”
“Fuck! Stuck on this island with a killer for two days!”
As panic spread, Frank took charge.
“Calm down! We're 12, he's one! Stick in the resort, and he can't touch us!”
Frank was right.
12 vs. 1.
Common sense said we had the edge.
But with idiots and posers in the 12... and if the 1 isn't a normal human?
B-grade slasher killers usually had superhuman powers.
“Resort's stocked with water and food. Just hold out two days. It'll suck a bit, but later we call cops, search the island, lock him up.”
Frank said.
In a normal reality, yeah.
But this was a horror movie world. How many would survive? For the record, I had zero plans to help.
My sole focus:
Now, how do I fuck Rachel.
Of course, protagonist Brad couldn't die, so I'd watch that.
???
Before evening, three more died.
Bored in the resort, they figured three was safe and headed to the sea out front for a swim.
One drowned, two got harpooned through the chest.
“Kyaaaaaaaah!”
After dinner. Another one dead. In the kitchen, decapitated. No head anywhere. Kitchen window smashed. We boarded it up.
Rachel—who found the body first—fainted dead away.
Survivors now: 8.
Crackle. Fizzle! Pop!
The fluorescent lights on the ceiling died.
“Fuck! Generator out?! Or that bastard?! Either way, pisses me off! Shit!”
Frank lit a lighter and cursed.
I told him,
“You guys check the generator. Sitting dark like this sucks. Six together, even he won't move.”