Woonghee secretly climbed up to the valley. He gently scraped a tree bark with the machete. Sticky fluid slowly seeped out.
Is this it…?
When he rubbed it with his index finger, it stretched stickily. When he scraped a bit more with the machete, sap began to flow. He placed an empty coconut shell underneath. He’d twisted off the top, then scraped out the flesh inside.
The sap would need to be kept moist so it wouldn’t harden. He’d been pondering if there was a lid to cover the top when he’d come up with this brilliant idea.
“Hey…!”
A loud voice came from nearby. Soon after, Director Hwang’s blood-red eyes popped out. Woonghee aimed the tip of the machete at him.
“Don’t come close.”
Even if they were on the same boat, that bastard was still a son of a bitch. He absolutely couldn’t keep him nearby. Because he was a bastard who might stab him in the back at any moment.
Moreover.
Hadn’t he even gotten hard watching him and Managing Director Gi k-kiss? He absolutely had to prohibit him from approaching closer than 1 meter.
“You son of a bitch, did you forget whose lifeboat that is?”
Hmph, Woonghee snorted. It was ridiculous bravado.
“Why? Then should I just go and tell Managing Director Gi everything?”
“You rude son of a bitch, do you think Managing Director Gi is really your sugar daddy or something?”
Director Hwang waved his toad-like hands.
“That man’s got quite filthy hands. He’s probably slept with every celebrity at least once. He probably had threesomes like three meals a day, right?”
So what about it? That man clearly looked like he had promiscuous bedroom affairs.
That was because Managing Director Gi was someone who dominated a space just by adjusting his suit once.
His height approached 190cm, and his physique was meticulously built down to each muscle, his solid muscles visible through his shirt. Every time he moved, his shoulders spread wide, exuding a somehow combative aura.
But unlike that massive body, his face was extremely sculptural.
Features that became distinctly visible whenever light touched them. Among them, the most noticeable was his T-zone. The line running from between his eyebrows to his nose bridge to above his lips was exceptionally clear and deep.
If the word “success” were human, it would be exactly this kind of bastard.
There would be omegas crawling into bed with just one gesture of his hand everywhere. But the problem, if it was a problem, was that his strangely coercive behavior, acting like a pervert, didn’t seem to indicate normal sexual preferences no matter how you looked at it.
“Hey, when do you think this will be done?”
“It’s too slow. I think it’ll take four days.”
Thoughts became tangled, one after another. Could they really fix the tube without being discovered by the others? Could they get to that island on this?
…Especially, could they avoid being noticed by Managing Director Gi, that person?
Sap dripped drop by drop.
Like the complex emotions piling up in his heart.
***
He’d overworked his body all day. Not only climbing up to the valley to collect sap, but returning among the people to even make a raft.
Because of that, when he returned to the bungalow, he immediately collapsed. Because he was extremely tired. He’d roughly eaten with a tuna can and couldn’t even clean up.
“……”
He was just about to fall asleep using a blanket as a pillow.
From behind—creak—he heard the sound of the wooden door opening. Woonghee’s body stiffened. His mind sharpened with tension. His drowsiness disappeared completely.
Who could it be again?
Could it possibly be Director Hwang again? It felt like terrible memories were being revived. I knew it, this is why I didn’t trust you.
He stealthily stuck his hand under the blanket. He immediately grasped the blade part of the machete.
However, the next moment, Woonghee realized. That the uninvited guest wasn’t Director Hwang. Because he was an omega. He’d smelled the pheromone that assaulted his nose and piled up neatly in his lungs.
A sharp scent rippled through the cool air. It was the smell of a forest burning. Strangely cruel, and so all his cells reacted violently.
The intruder was none other than Managing Director Gi.
His thought process turned slowly. Right, Daehyung was guarding in front of this bungalow.
Soon a large shadow approached. Creak, creak—the wooden floor was crushed under his battleship-like feet. Woonghee’s hearing stood up sensitively. Why did he come in so carefully?
Did he leave something in this room?
Or, could he possibly be trying to do trashy shit to him like Director Hwang? If so, he couldn’t stay still no matter how much the opponent was Managing Director Gi.
However, he had to aim for an opening. As soon as he came into close range, he’d swing the machete sharply. He gripped the handle tightly like that.
Clink—the sound of metal was heard. Goosebumps rose on the back of Woonghee’s hand. That was because this was a place blocked on all sides by nature. There wouldn’t be many things that could make that kind of metallic sound.
Unless it was the sound of undoing a belt. And the next ziiiip sound that followed amplified that anxiety even more.
“Urk.”
Then a low moan was heard. That sound, like scraping inside his throat, was rather closer to the cry of a beast. Woonghee, who had heard that voice once before, ended up flushing his cheeks bright red.
Behind him, he was masturbating. Thump thump—it felt like his heart was beating in his earlobes crushing the pillow.
He should immediately get up and ask what he was doing, what kind of thing he was doing. But his body froze like ice and wouldn’t listen to him. Like that, swoosh—the blanket covering his body was peeled off. A slow, hot and humid hand crept in like a snake. At the touch brushing his ankle, Woonghee opened his eyes wide and tried to swing the hand gripping the machete, but.
“Close your eyes.”
There was a voice pressing him down. Each word, each syllable carried heavy pressure. Just listening made him breathless. Quiet and cold fear seeped along his spine.
“Did you forget about our bet?”
Their bet was about that. Before the next hit even dropped, he would crawl between the man’s legs first… That nonsensical bullshit.
“But I’m someone who doesn’t care if I lose that kind of bet.”
It was an utterly shameless tone. Woonghee bit down hard on his lower lip. He couldn’t quite close his eyes, so he kept his eyes fixed on the wall, but the man continued stroking his legs while masturbating.
A shadow silhouette as vast as the night sea rippled from the floor to the wall. His massive body shook violently. His prominent nose bridge, positioned on him like a towering mountain, teased the air, wiggling through the void. Rough breaths continuously burst from his parted lips.
The man who had even made such a bet. Why was he suddenly doing such a thing?
“I felt wronged, thinking that Lee Woonghee-ssi would be lying in the place where I stayed, wearing the shirt I gave… haa.”
Woonghee kept his head firmly fixed, determined not to look back. Every time a heavy moan flowed from him, his spine trembled.
“…Kugh!”
His jaw—delicate and sharp, yet giving a rough impression—snapped back sharply, and something damp sprayed onto Woonghee’s groin. Soon the man’s hot hand approached again. Woonghee trembled his shoulder blades like a captured butterfly.
Squeeze—he could feel obsession in the touch grasping Woonghee’s ankle. He also felt savagery. The man was exactly like a beast before its prey.
His fingers gripped the ankle as if digging deep into the flesh, and soon tendons bulged in each joint. This wasn’t desperation. It was madness.
As if he wouldn’t give any gap to escape, any room to turn away. His unstable excitement was transmitted directly through his fingertips.
“You listen well.”
The spat words were mixed with rough breathing. Slick slick—his large hand rubbed his semen on Woonghee’s thigh.
“Eating well, sleeping well, rebelling well—you look good.”
The thought of talking back, asking what the hell he was doing, why he was doing this, melted away as if sulfuric acid had been poured on it. Because the man had the power to break his will immediately.
“You’re pretty, Woonghee-ssi.”
As if he’d taken what pleased him, the man exhaled contentedly. Soon—creak—the wooden floor that had pushed him out screamed. Step by step, he moved away. Nevertheless, his heart pounded because the pheromone filling this space remained.
Creak—only after the door closed did Woonghee open his eyes in the darkness. Thump thump thump—his heart hammered. The pheromone the man had spread all over his body dug into his nose and ate away at his brain.
“Haa…”
It was an extremely long night. His body, which had sweated profusely, was damp. Because of the moisture-laden air, his armpits, groin, and the back of his knees were sticky.
Perhaps it might rain tomorrow. That thought slowly crossed his mind.
