Chapter 216
But they said you don't look like a criminal right now.
“You haven't raped anyone, have you?”
“Yes.”
“Drugs?”
“Don't do 'em. No.”
“Killed anyone?”
“No.”
“Just a college kid?”
“Yeah.”
That bitch was starting to look more and more relieved. No drugs, no rape, no murders—she seemed pleased to hear it. His plain, average face probably helped too. Nothing fierce or brutish about his looks.
Chatting away like this, he even felt his English improving. No wonder they said you had to date an English-speaking girl to really learn the language. Constantly racking his brain to speak only in English was sharpening it up.
Before lunch, Reina had to pee again. This time, he simply hoisted her naked body up by both hands and carried her outside to do her business. Shivering from the cold, her ass quaking, she let out a hot stream. Watching her squat naked in the hole, hands and feet all bound, was downright comical.
Yaseong gentlemanly wiped her pussy and asshole clean with toilet paper. Reina acted embarrassed, pretending not to notice. Having some strange guy she'd just met wipe her piss-soaked pussy and asshole must've felt weird, even if she was grown. But it was her second time, so she seemed more used to it—no more freaking out and toppling forward in resistance like before.
He scooped her up again with both hands and brought her back inside, setting her down on the bedding. With her ankles bound, her legs stayed pressed together, knees up, revealing the golden-furred pussy nestled between. That neat vertical slit made his cock twitch instantly. Definitely prime viewing material—his dick didn't lie. It wouldn't harden for an ugly girl.
She noticed too and grinned.
“No rape?”
“Wanna?”
“You said you don't.”
“Still... consent would be nice.”
Raping her now would complicate things. He'd have to keep her tied up forever. Plus, he might wake up dead in his sleep if she got revenge. No upside to raping her if he wasn't killing her anyway—it'd just breed hatred and vengeance in Reina. She seemed to get that, flashing an even brighter smile.
“You don't wanna rape me, huh? Makes sense—if you did, you'd have done it already. Still, you're a bit of a perv. Watching me pee and wiping my pussy and ass. You like that stuff, don't you?”
He could roughly make out the meaning—familiar words popping up.
“If you call, I do. If not, no.”
Reina hesitated, pondering.
“Not now. I don't know you well enough yet.”
She was sizing him up just like he was sizing her. Mutual scouting meant no fucking for now. Still, he could watch her pee and wipe her clean, so he'd settle for that.
They kept talking until evening. Reina filled him in on Forest 2.
“It's scary. Tons of weird plants. Barely any animals. That's why I took so long in that forest over there—had to watch out for the freaky critters.”
“No dangerous animals here or there. Forest 2 seems risky, though. Even Yadong won't go.”
“You've befriended the animals here? They all seem to listen to you.”
“Yeah. Fed 'em.”
He pulled out the chocolate bar box to show her. Reina looked envious.
“I fed them too, but didn't bring much. Not enough time to make friends. Did they tell you I was coming?”
“Yeah. Came at dawn to warn me.”
Now they chatted like friends. Unknown words meant gestures and mime. Next time, he'd bring an English dictionary. Kinda regretted slacking on English, figuring he'd never go to America. But he could learn slowly here—a few months and communication would be smooth.
Evening rolled around, and Yadong returned. He'd planned hippo-meat kimchi stew, but figured the Western bitch couldn't handle spice, so he switched to mild curry. Boiled the hippo meat soft on the side.
Feeding her bite by bite with utensils sounded tedious, so after she swore no resistance, he untied the shoelace binding her wrists. Easy to subdue without her gun anyway. She was scary with it; without, just a frail blonde girl.
“Pull any shit, and I tie you back up for good. Then I fuck your ass.”
“Okay. No shit.”
Wrists free, she stretched contentedly, her huge tits jiggling side to side. His cock stiffened again. This bitch had a knack for turning him on—unintentional, but provocatively so.
The three of them ate curry together.
“I actually wanted to go to New York and be a model. But Dad was against it. Mom passed last year, and he said he'd be lonely without me. Maybe that's why I came deeper into this world on purpose. A month here is just hours there.”
“Time flows similarly. That's why I stay one or two months at a time.”
“Must be nice going to college. I wanted to, but tuition's insane.”
“Boyfriend?”
“Broke up last summer. Wanted to go to New York together, but I didn't. You?”
“Me... not girlfriends exactly. Women I hook up with.”
“Sex friends?”
“Kinda.”
Curry done, Reina fidgeted from sitting too long and suggested a walk. Yaseong hesitated; she compromised herself.
“Retie my wrists, untie my ankles. That work?”
Her ankles were still bound now. Retie hands, free feet—that was the deal. A bit annoying, but she might be stir-crazy from being cooped up, so he relented. Not without threats.
“Only if you promise no bullshit. Any funny business, and you're locked forever.”
“Okay. Relax. I've decided to trust you, Yaseong.”
“Just Yaseong.”
He rebound her wrists, freed her ankles, and dressed her in the ski suit—no underwear, too much hassle. As he pulled up her pants, staring at that golden bush, Reina laughed.
“You sure get hard a lot.”
Yaseong ignored it, zipped her into the parka, and they stepped outside together.
Spotting the temple ruins downhill, Reina nodded toward them.
“What's that?”
“Building.”
“Who built it?”
“Giants, they say.”
They walked to the ruins; Reina inspected the pillar bases with wide-eyed curiosity.
“Huge. Looks smashed ages ago. Hundreds, maybe thousands of years old.”
“Seems like. Don't know details.”
“But those pits everywhere—what are they?”
Snow covered the holes, but the depressions were obvious. Couldn't explain fully, so Yaseong bullshitted.
“Always been like that. Wild animals dug 'em, probably.”
“Huh.”
Reina bought it, no more questions. Then she suddenly grimaced.
“Ah, gotta poop.”
“Huh?”
“Yes.”
Big one coming. Couldn't leave her hands tied for that. But freeing everything was risky. Hands tied, she could probably manage, though.
Yaseong led her squirming ass to a secluded forest spot.
“Do it here.”
“Untie my hands a bit.”
“Not yet.”
He yanked down her ski pants. Her split ass cheeks gleamed invitingly. Damn, tempting. Western girls had such bouncy, pretty asses—like perfect apple butts.
Exposed again, Reina scowled.
“Ugh, you won't look, right?”
“Won't.”
He wanted to watch her shit, but that'd brand him a total perv. He handed her toilet paper and stepped out of the bushes. She insisted farther, so he backed off ten meters or so. Sound wouldn't carry.
Yaseong paced idly. Nothing to do, boring as hell. What the fuck to do with her? Couldn't kill her... If she'd died fighting, fine, but as a captive? Geneva Convention and shit. Plus, Western bitch—wanted to try one. Never fucked a blonde before. Figured Nordic stock.
After a while, bushes rustled; Reina emerged, pants back on.
“Done.”
With wrists bound in front, wiping her ass hadn't been hard. Would've done it for her if asked. Missed a gentlemanly chance.
“Wanna wash hands.”
He took her to the stream and untied her wrists to see what she'd do. If she bolted, he'd tackle, drag her back, and rape her as punishment—no crime then.