Primal Pleasures on the Deserted Isle
It had been a satisfying night fulfilling the three primal urges on this uninhabited island.
Hunger sated at a top-tier hotel buffet, lust overflowing thanks to Grace's legendary pussy. Sleep could be had anytime in the empty suite, so that was skipped. Now, against the backdrop of a picturesque night sea, he was sharing drinks with a beauty.
"Which one's the real you, CEO?"
As the alcohol kicked in, Grace's expression grew even more seductive. It was already tough holding back today.
"Me at the office versus me now?"
"Yeah."
"What was I like at the company?"
"Hmm... You looked like you'd seen it all, zero motivation—like someone forcibly planted in the CEO seat. Aside from unavoidable meetings, you didn't bother meeting anyone."
A total hermit recluse.
"And now?"
"Super sweet. Passionate, confident gaze, and... like Casanova."
"Casanova?"
"You drive women crazy. Body and soul."
They said men and women could build a Great Wall in a single night, but Grace seemed to have fully fallen for him. Her rippling red aura was dazzling.
"Why the bad blood with the executive director?"
"I don't have any grudge against the guy."
"Liar. Your eyes and tone change completely around him. A mix of hatred and fear—some twisted malice?"
"You must hear 'sharp observer' a lot."
"Survival in the Wall Street jungle demands people-watching skills."
Quick mind, keen observation, and a knack for reading relationships—she was the type you'd never regret keeping close. Not to mention her top-class bedroom skills.
Should he open up a bit about CEO Hong's past? A man's backstory was great seasoning for stirring a woman's emotions.
"How much do you know about me?"
"Illegitimate son of the former Oguang Group chairman. Mother was a famous actress. Studied film in the US, now CEO of JH Entertainment. Black sheep to the main family, especially the current chairman. And today's revelation... sex master."
She stuck out her tongue playfully with a smile. At the office, her smiles were just polite for clients, but she could smile like this when happy.
"You know a lot. The executive director tell you?"
"He mentioned it sometimes."
"He skipped the childhood stories, then."
"......"
Dredging up memories of CEO Hong's abuse, he infused them with maximum emotion. Song Jinho had camera shyness but was decent at acting. Heightened feelings, exaggerated reactions, plus a tragic backstory turned him into the tragic male lead in seconds.
Grace's face shifted to that of a lover hearing a terminal diagnosis.
"...My brother who tormented me like that always had the executive director by his side. He's proclaimed himself a loyal retainer since childhood. Probably still faithfully following orders."
"I had no idea it was that bad. Now I get your reactions."
"Spare the pity. If I look pathetic, at least answer my questions properly."
"What is it?"
"Why's a woman like you working under that executive director?"
"......"
Yesterday she'd have shot it down flat, but now she was hesitating. Sex really was a powerful thing.
"...Give me time to think."
"Sure."
He downed the rest of his drink and gazed at the star-studded night sky.
"I'm getting tired. I'll head in first. Where should I sleep?"
"Suite across from the stairs downstairs. All empty—pick what you like."
Watching Grace's retreating figure, he messaged Asmodeus.
'Handle that thing from earlier.'
Using my noble body as a surveillance camera? Ridiculous, but you worked hard today, so I'll help.
A translucent snake rose from Asmodeus's shadow and followed Grace. No external contact possible, so unlikely to try anything, but better safe with a watcher.
Liking him didn't mean she'd shifted her heart—only hooked on the sex. Couldn't relax until she was fully his. A single lapse could become a fatal arrow.
He dreamed someone was sucking his dick so pleasurably.
Thinking the afterglow from last night lingered, he opened his eyes to a familiar aura. Lifting his head slightly, Grace was eagerly fellating his morning wood. Not a dream, after all.
—Slurp slurp, schluuuurp
"Ahh, good morning, CEO."
"Yeah, good morning... Mind if I ask what you're doing?"
"You wouldn't wake, so I came to rouse you, but it was standing so proudly that I just..."
After the aphrodisiac experience, even minor stimulation fired him up. Semen effect or budding affection? Either way, a woman handling morning wood was pure luxury.
Thus, the final morning began with dumping his load in Grace's mouth.
"Where are we headed?"
"Shin'an soon."
"Shin'an? That salt farm slave place... You're not selling me, right?"
"Why sell something this tasty? Gotta keep it all for myself."
She giggled and playfully smacked his chest. She even did aegyo.
"Shin'an County has over 1,000 islands. About 70 inhabited. The rest are deserted."
"So we're going to an island? Which one?"
"It was inhabited, but residents left recently, making it deserted."
No infrastructure on a pure deserted isle—no docking. Even inhabited lacked cruise facilities, but a small boat worked.
"What's there? Tourist spot?"
"You'll see."
Such empty islands got repurposed or auctioned by local govs, but Shin'an had so many they couldn't manage. Basically, an abandoned rock.
They disembarked at a pitiful "port" and walked a small path.
"Small fishing village that way—fishermen from nearby stayed briefly. Our beach is opposite—not visible from here."
"A beach on such a tiny island?"
Tiny compared to Namhae or Gangwon beaches—bafflingly small. Hilly backdrop, scattered rocks, perfect for two.
"No, why's this here?"
Grace tilted her head at the camper van parked at a distance from the beach. Good—it arrived on time. His secret weapon for her second beach orgasm today.
A modified "Star Roa," celebrity camper from an observation variety show. Top models hit 70 million won just for the chassis. Camping mods added 20-30 million; he splurged on premium foldable mattress, top AV gear—another 30 million. Transport to the island cost extra, totaling about 140 million. Another crazy stunt for beach sex with Grace.
If you use it later, I won't deduct from your pocket money. You bought your own car using conquest as an excuse.
'Giving it to Grace. She likes camping.'
He'd asked Sinji beforehand what Grace liked. He wasn't that clueless.
Even 500 million can't trouble you, huh? I see...
Grace looked around the interior in wonder.
"Wow, even in the US, campers like this are rare. Movie theater inside too."
"Suite-level bed in there. Imagine getting pounded on it while gazing at the beach—killer, right?"
Grace eyed him curiously.
"People don't usually pick sex spots like this. You're... unusual. No, very unique. Feels like you read my mind."
"Told you—big interest in you. Thought about what you'd like and prepared. That surprising? Don't overthink—just be impressed."
"I am impressed. First man to shake me this much in two days."
Sounded like a love confession. Goal-oriented approach, but prep paid off.
"I'll set up the recliner—sit. View's better than expected."
"Not jumping me right away."
"Still bright out. Female body looks hottest at dusk. Lighting boosts pleasure too. We're here—let's savor it."
"Surprisingly thoughtful. But pounding like a beast."
"Once I'm in you, holding back's impossible. Great chemistry, I guess. Or fate."
"You enter me, and I lose it. Feels like nothing else matters."
"Highest praise. Gotta step up now."
"You're already overflowing. Last night, only thought of your body. Guess satisfied women change like this."
"Don't overhype. Crash'll hurt."
"No idea after we leave, but right now? Dead serious. Your body... sets me on fire."
Could any words stroke a man's ego more?