“Yes, Managing Director-nim!”
It was a sudden order. However, that huge guy immediately threw off his shoes without a single question. As if disobedience wasn’t planted anywhere in his head.
“Here they are! Should I take off my underwear too?”
Then as he boldly pulled down his zipper, didn’t his tenacious pubic hair come tumbling out all at once?
W-would he end up seeing that monstrous dick again? Woonghee’s heart dropped sharply, and he quickly shook his head.
“N-no, please, shoes are enough for me!”
He hurriedly brought the tree branch to his shoes.
…Ah, no. The huge guy’s shoes were much bigger. His body was so big that his feet were quite thick too. They easily looked like size 300.
“H-here….”
While returning the shoes, Woonghee mentally crossed them off one by one. Paeng Hana out. Managing Director Gi out. Managing Director Gi’s right-hand man out.
So that leaves five people now. What Woonghee was targeting next was a very likely suspect.
The person lying sprawled out in the shade of a tree with that grilled spam-like body fully exposed. It was that problematic Director Hwang.
“He seems to be asleep.”
Managing Director Gi, who had his nose close to Woonghee’s ear, whispered. Gloomy and strangely.
“Or is he pretending to sleep?”
Like a snake urging him to quickly eat the forbidden fruit before other bugs covet it, creeping up his calf and pouring tempting words into his ear.
“Shouldn’t you go check? With Woonghee-ssi’s personality, you can’t just let it go.”
He added in a sweet voice.
…That bastard. Woonghee slowly moved his feet toward him. Plunging his white toes deep into the sandy beach.
“Fuuu, uck…”
When he got close, words like sleep-talking flowed out. He scratched his lower body with his thick, hairy forearms.
‘Urgh…!’
Woonghee’s modest chest heaved. For a moment, he almost spilled all the food he’d eaten today onto Director Hwang’s thigh.
And for good reason—wasn’t Director Hwang’s groin rising thickly? The sight of him pitching a triangular tent even while sleeping was so disgusting that goosebumps rose all over.
If Director Hwang is really the culprit, now is the only chance. If he acts suspicious, he’ll never let me measure his foot size.
“……”
Woonghee held his breath tightly. So that not even a single breath could dare escape.
His heart pounded inside his ribcage. As he slowly, very calmly brought the tree branch to that blackened foot, he heard a slap! sound from above.
“…Woong!”
And then his name being called. Goosebumps instantly rose, and he curled his shoulders slightly. At the same time, strength entered his hand and the tree branch snapped.
Sh-shit…. Did he wake up?
He froze, unable to even breathe.
“Hee, this fuuu…cker, teach him a lesson….”
Director Hwang scratched his thick belly and rolled to his side. The broken tree branch was buried in his jiggling side.
…That filthy human trash got an erection while dreaming about him.
Woonghee gripped the machete tightly. It would be better to cut off that dick with this right now.
Woonghee trembled his elbows with the surging murderous intent, but eventually pressed his lips firmly shut and scurried away.
***
…Is it Director Hwang after all? Is he holding a grudge against me because of the raft incident?
“Haa, fuck, really.”
Woonghee raised the machete up and struck down hard. An axe mark deeply dug into the round coconut. He scraped off the outer shell and pulled out the white flesh.
Then he spread a leaf blanket on the sandy beach. There he placed the cut coconuts one by one. They would dry well in the sunlight.
“Wow, what are you doing?”
At the suddenly heard woman’s voice, Woonghee stiffened his shoulders with a start.
“……!”
When he whipped around in surprise, it was Paeng Hana. She was wearing a bikini swimsuit with an unbalanced blanket randomly draped over it.
Where did the woman who dripped with decadent beauty like a colorful peacock go? Now she looked like a homeless person discovered rotting in some sewer. Her hair was matted and disheveled, and even white drool stains were on her chin.
“…What?”
Ah, is it this talkative woman again?
“Oh, well.”
Paeng Hana smiled awkwardly, raising the corners of her mouth. She scratched her head sheepishly, and her two feet were buried in the sandy beach.
That happened to be where the thief’s footprints were. As expected, Paeng Hana’s feet were much smaller.
“I was wondering if you could teach me how to make the coconut shrimp you made yesterday.”
“…Why are you suddenly asking me that?”
Woonghee lowered his eyes. Hadn’t they had no connection at all? In the <Fabulous> movie, she appeared as Lee Ijun’s romantic interest.
There had been a few chances to encounter her, but they’d hardly ever had a private conversation.
At most it was just hello, goodbye, I’ll go this way, yes do that, that level.
‘Don’t tell me she developed some unnecessary sense of bonding because I saved her….’
Woonghee, who fundamentally had DNA that hated humans deep in his heart, scratched the back of his neck.
Rose colors bloomed fully on both of Woonghee’s cheeks. They heated up to a tantalizingly luscious color and swelled roundly. It was a habit Woonghee had when embarrassed or flustered. Puffing up both cheeks by filling them with air.
“I sprinkled coconut on the shrimp, but it didn’t taste right.”
What to do, don’t tell me she’s asking me to teach her? Woonghee was uncomfortable. It felt like wearing jeans that didn’t fit, that were too tight. He let out a long sigh inside.
“…Dry it.”
“What?”
“You have to put in dried and ground coconut.”
Then Paeng Hana’s eyes widened. Her mouth formed a round circle. Seeing it in such a pale pink color after only seeing it painted red all the time felt very unfamiliar.
“Ohhh…. So that’s what’s drying right now?”
Quickly, the tall woman stretched out her long legs and approached with fast steps. She scanned with her eyes what Woonghee had spread out one by one.
“Woonghee-ssi, really, what exactly are you? How do you catch fish so easily with just your hands….”
When he was young, he’d even worked part-time serving at a restaurant. It was a popular restaurant that made thousands in sales per day, and while the hourly wage was high, the work was insanely tough.
Having sharpened his work sense so keenly like that, he was at least average at whatever he did.
Well, should I answer, he glanced at her, but Paeng Hana’s head was already turned the other way. It was a monologue. Fortunately, there’s no need to answer.
“Woonghee-ssi could probably even make kimchi with coconuts.”
He thought it could be a sweet-and-salty combination, but he didn’t bother saying it. There’s no need to say unnecessary things. Woonghee silently concentrated on peeling the coconut fruit.
He diligently peeled all the coconut fruits, and now he was chopping firewood. At this point he thought the woman would leave, but she completely made herself a spot and sat down.
She plopped her bottom carelessly on the sandy beach and yawned wide.
It was truly an unimaginable sight from the filming set. Weren’t they the ones who obsessively styled every strand of hair and dyed even their elbows red?
Woonghee couldn’t understand why she was like that. His skin was naturally weak, so areas where bones protruded were originally reddish. But they were creating that unnaturally.
But now Paeng Hana’s appearance on this island was completely raw itself. Should he say it was almost like primitive people barely wrapped in sacks?
“But Woonghee-ssi, how are you still so pale?”
I’ve been curious since before, your hair is so good too, and your skin is really good too….
“It’s such a waste to rot away with that face. It’s hard to find even among celebrities, because up close in real life their skin is all fucking terrible. If it were me, I would’ve already talked to Director Hwang and gotten a role, so why are you a stuntman?”
“……”
“…Oh, I got it! Don’t tell me you’re watching out for Ijun?”
“……”
“I knew it, I knew it would be that! Ijun is extremely jealous after all.”
But I can understand that feeling too, because if you appear on the same screen as Woonghee-ssi, he’d have a fit thinking the spotlight would all be stolen from him, you know.
If she’s going to monologue like that, why throw questions at him in the first place? So much talk poured out that his head was spinning.
“Ha, shit, I need to go to the dermatologist too.”
Then the woman changed the subject again.
“There’s no cleansing foam here, no sunscreen, no moisture cream with PDRN.”
But also, it’s comfortable being here. I don’t have to worry about others’ gazes, there’s no schedule, I can eat whatever I want freely. Actually, I think I gained some weight being here.
“Now I’m in my late twenties, so if I don’t take care of myself even for a day, it shows right away.”
“…Yes.”
Usually if a conversation doesn’t work this much, most would give up and leave. The woman was a formidable opponent. How could she talk so much? It was amazing.
Woonghee chopped the next piece of firewood, thunk.
When the machete blade struck, a gap split in a straight line in the firewood, but it still wasn’t easy to chop in one go.
How on earth does Managing Director Gi chop so many so easily at once? Even he, with good athletic ability, needs to chop two or three more times.
He thought about it briefly, but when he next recalled his thick forearms, Woonghee bit down hard on his lower lip. An inferiority complex seemed to spread through his body like food poisoning.
