The Busty Beauties of the Deserted Island
The fourth day of drifting. 6:30 AM.
Kang Seoyun waited until Kim Woojin had fallen asleep before slipping behind the wreckage.
"Do I really smell that bad?"
Heavy bounce♡
Seoyun peeled off her suffocating bra and shirt, finally freeing her generously proportioned breasts.
She had wanted to take the bra off ages ago, but with a man around she had endured the sticky discomfort of sweat-soaked fabric.
"Haa..."
She savored the brief moment of liberation.
A cool sea breeze swept across her sweat-drenched chest.
Next, she took a towel and carefully wiped the folds of her skin—her armpits, the undersides of her breasts, and her cleavage—removing every trace of perspiration.
The single word Kim Woojin had casually muttered yesterday during their exploration: smell.
Of course Seoyun had realized it wasn't about the scent of fruit.
She hadn't shown it, but the remark had been a shock.
Does my body really smell so bad that he mutters about it without thinking?
In a survival situation, a little body odor was inevitable.
If she told herself it was trivial, then it was trivial.
But unlike the easygoing Woojin, Seoyun had been meticulously cleaning herself since the very first day of their ordeal.
To a woman living in modern society, especially one with a corporate job, body odor was a serious issue.
Being labeled as someone who couldn't even manage basic personal hygiene was particularly damaging in the workplace.
For a perfectionist with strong pride like Seoyun, it was an even greater source of stress.
The fact that her colleagues could smell her body odor so strongly filled her with unbearable shame.
God, I want to wash!
Until now, other problems had been so overwhelming that she'd pushed the desire aside, but the longing to bathe had never faded.
What should she do?
Her gaze drifted toward one side of the beach.
"Mujinto, yahoooo!"
The blonde gyaru, Ruka, was washing herself in the seawater along with the other women.
Must be nice to have such an easygoing personality.
By the fourth day, more people had given in and started using seawater to clean themselves.
There was no real alternative... or so they said. To Seoyun, it was unthinkable.
Seawater was dirty.
Washing with dirty water could cause skin problems.
This skin that I've invested so much money and care into—how could I do something like that?
A woman whose job was to sell beauty products, who had never chosen even a single sunscreen carelessly, found the mere thought of washing with microbe-filled seawater absolutely horrifying.
Yet never before had the urge to wash been this overwhelming.
Maybe it was no longer the time to be picky.
The problem was that she belonged to the same group as the island's only male colleague.
It might have been easier if Woojin were a complete stranger.
She didn't want to show a coworker who knew her usual self the sight of her washing with seawater.
At the same time, they weren't close enough for her to ask him to create a large amount of fresh water just for her.
He probably would make it if she asked, but...
Kang Seoyun's pride would not allow it.
If she started relying on him and clinging for everything, what would separate her from a parasite?
"......"
However, even Seoyun's firm values had begun to crack after hearing that single word—smell—yesterday. Her pride had crumbled.
Rather than keep hearing that she smelled...
Even seawater would be better...!
Hic.
Seoyun gently stroked her baby-soft skin, perhaps for the last time.
If this were a game, it would be like deleting a character she'd raised for years and throwing away all the paid items.
"Goodbye, my pretty skin..."
* * * *
As always, the fourth day dawned.
The sea remained calm, the sunlight blazed down, and there was no sign of any rescue ship—not even a distant shadow.
"Looks like everyone's gone somewhere."
Neither the manager nor the assistant manager was in sight, but Woojin simply accepted it.
He had deliberately dawdled and slept in late. The women probably had things to take care of while he wasn't around.
Things like using the bathroom, for example.
Even if they suddenly disappeared, it wouldn't be gentlemanly to pry into their whereabouts.
Looks like everyone's washing in the sea today.
In the distance, he could see the group of female survivors bathing.
Had those two gone to wash as well?
In that case, was it okay for him to watch like this?
While he was pondering, a sun-kissed, sexy blonde with an impressive chest suddenly thrust her breasts toward him.
"See something you like!?"
"Caught you looking~"
If they're offering a view, it'd be a waste not to look!
As expected, foreign women really are open-minded and wonderful.
They're even kind enough to give a nice show to the island's only pitiful Asian man.
In gratitude, I raised my arm and waved enthusiastically.
Some people adapt no matter what.
Humans really are resilient.
Maybe I should take a walk to lift my mood too?
My eyes caught on the airplane wreckage embedded in one part of the beach.
The fuselage had been torn apart like paper, yet the fact that we were all still alive felt like a dream.
"Huu..."
Someone was there.
Sensing a presence, I turned around and found the manager.
"Oh my."
"I'm sorry, Manager."
Han Jia was standing there with her enormous breasts fully exposed, without a bra.
Was she wiping away sweat?
They truly were astonishing breasts.
"Woojin, you must have been startled when I suddenly disappeared, right?"
"Not at all. Please continue what you were doing."
"I'm sorry for making you see the body of an old lady like me."
There was nearly a full generation gap between my age and Manager Han's, but she was hardly at the level where anyone would call her an "old lady" and feel their eyes had been ruined.
"You're plenty attractive, Manager."
It was the most tactful way I could express it, considering she had both a husband and children.
In reality, I couldn't exactly show her what was going on inside my head.
First, I wanted to grab those massive breasts and knead them thoroughly.
No, no—damn it. She has a husband. Get a grip, Woojin!
"Thank you for saying that, even if it's just words."
"It's not empty flattery."
I opened my eyes again and slowly looked at the manager.
Holy shit!!
She was still completely topless.
At this point, wasn't this basically a service show?
Was this what they called the composure of an older woman?
Jia smiled as if to say, What's the big deal if a kid sees them? while boldly displaying breasts so perky they defied gravity.
"Manager. Aren't you going to put your clothes back on?"
"Woojin, I have a favor to ask."
"Yes?"
My mind instantly became a mess.
Behind the shadowy wreckage, a married department manager suddenly bares her chest and says she has a request.
Did I need to mentally prepare myself?
My eyes were glued to the wedding ring on the ring finger of her left hand.
"It might look unsightly... but would it be okay if I stayed without a bra in front of you, Woojin? The sweat is making me so sticky I can't stand it anymore."
"......"
Was I the only trash here for letting my dirty imagination run wild?
What a disappointingly mundane request.
No, wait.
Doesn't this mean she's going to show me those massive breasts without a bra from now on?!
"...Is that not okay?"
"Unsightly? Not at all. Do whatever is comfortable for you, Manager."
"Thank you, Woojin."
Having officially declared herself braless, the manager began buttoning up her shirt right in front of me.
Her soft, heavy breasts swayed subtly with even the slightest movement.
My gaze was helplessly drawn to them.
I even made eye contact with her plump nipples, perfectly proportioned to her breast size.
"Um... Woojin?"
When I lifted my head, the manager was covering her nipples with her arms, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment.
I realized I had crossed a line.
"Please be careful. Even though we're not at the company..."
For a moment, I wondered if I was really the one getting scolded here.
It seemed the manager still thought we were in the company office.
"What can I do when they're so eye-catching? Especially when you're not even wearing underwear, Manager."
When I turned the tables on her, she looked slightly flustered.
Normally, if the manager gave me a warning, I would simply reply, "Yes, understood," or "I'm sorry."
The conversation would never continue beyond that.
After a brief pause to assess the situation, Jia slowly lowered her arms.
Her large breasts and nipples came back into view.
"You're right. I'm the one who took it off for comfort, yet I'm making you feel awkward. I'm sorry."
When we returned, Seoyun looked at the manager in surprise.
"Manager?! Your underwear..."
"Ah, it was so sweaty and stuffy that I took it off. I already got Woojin's permission."
"Even so..."
Seoyun seemed at a loss for words, but the manager spoke with an expression of pure relief.
"It really does feel much better once you take it off. The sweat was unbearable... Don't you feel the same, Assistant Manager Kang?"
"Eep!"
Seoyun's face instantly stiffened.
"If you're sweating, you'll start to smell, so you should take yours off too, Assistant Manager Kang."
"But... people will see..."
Seoyun spoke in a tiny, embarrassed voice.
"Given the situation and that we're all colleagues from the same company, what's the big deal~"
"You've really let go of your inhibitions, Manager..."
Having freed her breasts from the confines of her shirt, the manager had returned to her usual relaxed, professional tone.
She must have been incredibly uncomfortable to have resolved to take it off in front of me.
The saying came to mind: it wasn't the strong wind that removed the traveler's cloak, but the warm sunlight.
"Assistant Manager."
I called out to her.
"Yes?"
"I'm perfectly fine with it."
"Who asked for your opinion?!"
However, after seeing the genuinely happy expression on the now-braless manager's face, Seoyun didn't last long before she too removed her underwear.
When she pulled her bra out from under her shirt—
The inner fabric was visibly damp with her sweat, darkened in patches.
"Ugh! Don't look!"
"Wow. It must have been really uncomfortable."
"Can you please control your gaze properly, Kim Woojin?"
It was the expected reaction.
But no matter how much she complained, it would only tire her out...
"This is a crime even by law!"
"There is no law here, Assistant Manager."
And if we were talking about the law, wouldn't the one who just bared those massive breasts be guilty of public indecency?
"You really never back down, do you?!"
"Hehe..."
The manager chuckled softly beside us.
It was the smile of a mother watching her two children bicker.
In normal society, the idea of Kang Seoyun taking off her bra and showing her breasts would be unthinkable...
But here, things were different.
The environment of a deserted island was gradually stripping away any need to worry about others' opinions.
The sun beating down all day, the accumulating discomfort, hunger, and fatigue...
"It's annoying how you're grinning like that, Kim Woojin."
"Let's just eat. I'm hungry."
I took out the fruits I had stored yesterday.
"There are a lot fewer than before," the assistant manager noted.
"Because you ate so many, Assistant Manager."
"That's not true! It's because we shared them with the people who came looking for us yesterday. What are you going to do if word gets out that this is a great restaurant? Weren't you the one who said we should be careful?"
"In exchange, we received daily necessities. So it fits the condition of a fair trade."
"Well, that's true, but..."
Even if we weren't a full community yet, we still needed to help each other when we could.
If we hoarded fruit too conservatively, we'd only regret it once the bugs got to it.
"...Give me one too."
"Here you go."
Realizing that keeping up appearances was pointless, the assistant manager accepted a fruit and handed it to the manager.
"Thank you for the meal again today, Woojin."
"Of course."
Like a prayer before a meal, the manager thanked me before taking a bite.
It was delicious.
As we were eating, the blonde gyaru suddenly poked her head toward us.
"Tadaa! Amane Ruka has arrived♪"
"Oh, Amane-chan."
I had finally memorized her full name.
Amane Ruka.
The blonde, big-breasted gyaru in a bikini who appeared with a peace sign immediately linked arms with me and pressed herself close.
"Hey hey, Onii-san♡ Can Ruka have a bite too~?"
Was she begging for a taste?
Body language is a universal language, they say. The way she gently shook her shoulders while giving me those "please" eyes worked perfectly.
"Didn't you say we were making exchanges, Woojin? Yet you've been giving things to that gyaru for free since yesterday, haven't you?"
"Ah."
She had spotted the hole in my logic.
Ruka was an exception. I had been giving her fruits in exchange for her cute charm service.
Even the water necessary for survival.
In fact, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say I was practically raising her.
Ruka was rubbing her cheek against me with the expression of a slightly sulky cat.
"No. We can't just hand things out for no reason."
Assistant Manager Kang Seoyun stopped me.
"The reason is..."
Ruka's soft body pressed against me.
My sweat smell must be pretty bad, yet Ruka didn't seem to mind the skinship at all.
"Ne? If you give me some, Ruka-chan will call Onii-san 'God' all day today."
"What did she say? Translate it for me."
"No."
Tch... The assistant manager had a point.
Continuing to run a free soup kitchen would be problematic.
Realizing that Seoyun was interfering, Ruka clung even tighter to me, narrowing her eyes at the other woman.
I suddenly felt like a married man who had acquired an unexpected mistress.
"Girlfriend?"
Ruka said something to Seoyun.
"It's not that kind of relationship."
"Then why are you making that face if she's not even your girlfriend?"
"That face?? What kind of face are you talking about?"
Whoa, they're fighting!
The two women were arguing in a foreign language I couldn't understand!
I couldn't grasp the meaning, but I could tell the gyaru had thrown the first punch and Seoyun had responded.
A deserted island Korea-Japan showdown. How exciting.
"Hmm~? Is that the face of a woman who doesn't want to lose her man~?"
"Don't mess with me."
"Even if I get along well with Onii-san, there's no problem, right?"
Oho.
Ruka wrapped her arm around my neck and pressed even closer.
A catfight unfolding vividly before my eyes.
The participants were serious, but watching the assistant manager struggle against the gyaru was genuinely entertaining.
They were perfect natural enemies.
The always-serious assistant manager versus the playful gyaru.
If they started really going at it like demons, I'd have to intervene, but for now I settled into the role of spectator.
"I see. So you thought that if you acted cute toward him, he'd share the fruit with you."
The assistant manager was properly pissed. I could tell just from her expanded vocabulary. She seemed to be crossing her arms and delivering some serious sarcasm.
"You're quite skilled. Pretending to be in trouble just to get his attention."
"But wasn't it Onii-san who found it in the first place? So isn't it fine for Woojin-kun to decide?"
Huh?
Seoyun, who had been going strong, suddenly froze.
Her lips moved slightly, but she couldn't come up with a counter and fell silent.
What? The assistant manager I knew wasn't someone who lost verbal battles.
"If you're saying I'm acting spoiled, then what about you, miss? Aren't you just standing next to him?"
"That's..."
"If all you have to do is say no and still get fed, isn't that the real cheat~?"
"This... this little greenhorn brat...!"
Gasp. The assistant manager was truly furious.
I'd better stop them before they started pulling each other's hair.
"Alright, that's enough."
Ruka hugged me tightly and rubbed against me as if the fight had never happened.
...This girl really.
But my decision on whose side to take had already been made.
"Assistant Manager. Could you translate for me?"
"...Do whatever you want. Give her the fruit or don't. It's up to you, Woojin."
"Haha, having her stuck to me like this is a bit difficult for me too..."
"Sigh."
The assistant manager let out a long breath.
"What do you want me to tell her?"
"Tell her 'not today.'"
"......"
"I'm listening to what you said, Assistant Manager."
"......Ah."
For a moment, Kang Seoyun's eyes widened in surprise, as if she hadn't expected that.
Even though the building sexual frustration on this island was difficult to endure, we couldn't throw away the rules we had agreed to establish together.
"Why? Did you think I'd fall for her honey trap?"
"Hmm, that's unexpected... Alright. I'll tell her."
Ruka, who didn't understand Korean, waited with wide eyes.
"He says not today."
"Ehh~."
Staring at the luscious fruit right in front of her, Amane swallowed her saliva, thinking she had almost succeeded.
"Okay okay, I understand~ Ruka-chan will withdraw for today~"
But there was no further argument.
Before leaving gracefully, Amane gave me a quick peck on the cheek.
"But Onii-san, see you later?"
The sensation and warmth of those lips told me that Ruka had not given up on me.
If anything, her eyes seemed to show that her obsession had only grown stronger...
"...Thank you. For listening to me."
"She came at me with such a full-body assault that even I had a hard time."
I thought we might not be able to find enough food to eat until at least tomorrow.
During dinner last night, there had been plenty of fruit so I had been lenient and shared some, but still.
"If we find a lot more food to eat together today, we can call Ruka over too!"
"Oh, shall we?"
"Yes."
Then I'd have to work hard today to soothe the sulking Ruka.
Ah. Once again, my eyes met the assistant manager's bare breasts.
When I awkwardly turned my head, she tilted hers in confusion.
"What are you doing?"
"Eye management."
Unlike the manager, the assistant manager was capable of physical violence, so I obediently looked away.
That was when it happened.
The assistant manager hesitated slightly, then quietly muttered.
"It's fine... Never mind. Don't strain yourself. Just look."
Wait, what?!
"Assistant Manager?"
"I don't mean stare intently or anything."
Ruka, maybe this is all thanks to you!
The assistant manager, who had been keeping her arms up to prevent anyone from seeing the shape of her breasts or the outline of her nipples, finally lowered them naturally.
At last, I could admire Assistant Manager Kang Seoyun's magnificent bare breasts.