Chapter 5
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Day 4 stranded, 06:30
Assistant Manager Kang Seoyoon hid behind some wreckage while Kim Woojin was asleep.
"Does it really smell that bad?"
Sway♡
Seoyoon took off her tight bra and shirt, baring her large breasts to the cool air.
She'd wanted to take off her bra for ages, but with a man around, she couldn't. She'd had to endure the unpleasant, sweaty feeling.
"Phew."
She savored the brief sense of freedom.
A cool sea breeze swept over her sweat-damp, enormous breasts.
Then, holding a towel, she carefully wiped the places where her skin folded…
Her armpits, beneath her breasts, and cleavage, wiping away the sweat.
Yesterday, while they were exploring, Kim Woojin had casually muttered one word.
「Smell」
That was all he said.
Of course, Kang Seoyoon had realized he wasn't talking about the smell of fruit.
She hadn't let it show, but it had shocked her.
'Do I smell so bad that he muttered it without even thinking?'
In a castaway situation, it was only natural to smell.
It was a minor problem, if you considered it minor.
But unlike the easygoing Kim Woojin, Seoyoon had been carefully wiping herself down whenever she had the chance, ever since Day 1.
For a working woman living in the modern world, body odor was a serious issue.
Being seen as someone who couldn't even manage basic personal care was especially damaging to a working professional.
For the perfectionist Seoyoon, who was also fiercely proud, it was an even greater source of stress.
It was so embarrassing to think that her body odor was reaching her coworkers.
'Ah, I want to wash!'
Until now, there had been much bigger problems to worry about, so she'd tried to ignore it. But she'd always desperately wanted to wash.
What should she do?
She suddenly turned her gaze toward one side of the beach.
"無人島、ヤッホー！"
The blonde gyaru, Luca, was washing herself in the seawater with some of the other women.
'Must be nice to be so carefree.'
By the fourth day stranded, more and more people had given in and started washing themselves in the seawater.
There was no other option… but it was something Seoyoon couldn't even imagine doing.
Seawater was dirty.
Washing with dirty water might cause skin problems.
'This is the baby-soft skin I've spent so much money on. How could I do that to it?'
As someone whose job was selling beauty products to women, she never even chose sunscreen carelessly.
The thought of washing herself with seawater full of microbes made her shudder.
Yet she'd never felt such a strong urge to wash as she did today.
Maybe this wasn't the time to worry about things like that.
The problem was that she was in the same group as the island's only male coworker.
Maybe it would have been easier if Kim Woojin were a complete stranger.
She didn't want a coworker who knew what she was normally like to see her washing with seawater.
But she wasn't close enough to ask him to make a large amount of water just for her to wash with.
He might make some if she asked……
But Kang Seoyoon's pride wouldn't allow it.
If she relied on him and begged for everything, how was she any different from a leech?
"……."
But Seoyoon's values had started to waver after the word 「Smell」 had made her world collapse yesterday.
Rather than keep hearing that she smelled, maybe she should just……
Use seawater, at least…!
'Hngh.'
Seoyoon stroked her baby-soft skin, which might never be the same again.
In a game, it was like deleting the character she'd spent all this time raising, dropping all her money and items, and quitting.
"Goodbye, my beautiful skin…"
* * * *
Day 4 dawned, as it always did.
The sea was still calm, the sun was blazing, and there was no sign of the rescue team—or even a ship.
"Looks like everyone's gone somewhere."
I didn't see the manager or the assistant manager, but I figured that was how it was.
I'd deliberately lingered and slept in, too. The women probably had things they needed to take care of while I was gone.
Like going to the bathroom, for instance.
It wouldn't be gentlemanly to ask where they went just because they disappeared for a while.
'Everyone's washing in the seawater today.'
In the distance, I could see a group of female survivors washing themselves.
Had the two of them gone to wash, too?
If they had, was it okay for me to keep watching like this?
Just as I was hesitating, a sexy blonde woman with tanned skin bared her enormous breasts in my direction.
"See something you like!?"
"Caught you looking~"
If she's showing them off, it'd be a waste not to look!
This was why foreign women were so open and great.
They were even giving the poor, lone Asian man on the island something nice to look at.
I raised an arm and waved in thanks.
'Some people manage to adapt somehow.'
Humans really are strong.
Maybe I should take a walk to clear my head, too.
A piece of the plane stuck into one end of the beach caught my eye.
The fuselage had been torn apart like paper. The fact that we'd survived without a scratch still felt like a dream.
"Phew."
Someone was there.
I sensed a presence, turned around, and saw the manager.
"Oh."
"Sorry, Manager."
Manager Han Jia was baring her huge breasts without a bra.
Was she wiping herself down because she was sweaty…?
They really were an astonishing pair of breasts.
"Woojin, were you surprised when I disappeared without saying anything?"
"No. Please, go ahead and finish what you were doing."
"I'm sorry you had to see the body of an old woman like me."
The manager and I were almost twelve years apart, but she was absolutely not the sort of older woman who'd make me regret having eyes.
"You're more than attractive enough, Manager."
I chose my words as delicately as I could, considering Han Jia had a husband and children.
In reality, I couldn't just pull out the thoughts in my head and show her what I wanted to do.
First, I wanted to fondle those enormous breasts to my heart's content.
No, no, shit. She's married. Get a grip, Woojin!
"Thank you for saying that, at least."
"I'm not just saying it."
I opened my eyes and casually glanced at the manager.
Holy shit!!
The manager was still baring her tits.
At this point, wasn't she practically putting on a show?
Was this what it meant to be relaxed as an older woman?
Jia smiled, baring her perky tits—so firm they seemed to defy gravity—as if to say, 'So what if the kid gets a little look?'
"Manager, aren't you going to get dressed?"
"Woojin, I have a favor to ask."
"Yes?"
My mind grew complicated all at once.
A married manager suddenly asking me for something while baring her breasts behind some secluded wreckage.
Did I need to prepare myself for something?
My eyes were fixed on the wedding ring on her left ring finger.
"This might be unsightly…… but would you mind if I took off my bra in front of you, Woojin? It's sweaty and uncomfortable, and I can't stand it anymore."
"……."
So I was the only trash here, wasting time on dirty thoughts?
That request was less exciting than I'd expected.
No.
She was telling me she was about to show me those enormous breasts without a bra!
"…Would that be all right?"
"Unsightly? Not at all. Do whatever makes you comfortable, Manager."
"Thank you, Woojin."
After declaring herself bra-less, the manager buttoned her shirt one button at a time in front of me.
Her large, soft-looking breasts quivered faintly with the slightest movement.
My eyes were drawn to them.
My gaze met her plump nipples, fittingly large for her breasts.
"Um… Woojin?"
When I looked up, the manager was covering her nipples with her arm, her cheeks red with embarrassment.
I realized I'd crossed a line.
"Please be careful. Even if we're not at the company…"
For a moment, I wondered if this was really something I needed to be cautioned about.
The manager seemed to think we were still in the office.
"What can I do if they're right there in front of me? You're not even wearing underwear, Manager."
When I turned the question back on her, she looked a little flustered.
Normally, when the manager warned me, I would say, 'Yes, understood,' or 'Yes, I'm sorry.'
The conversation would never go any further than that.
After taking a moment to process the situation, Jia slowly lowered her arm.
Her huge tits and nipples were visible again.
"You're right. I'm the one who took it off to get comfortable, so I'm sorry for making you self-conscious."
When Seoyoon came back, she stared at the manager in surprise.
"Manager?! Your underwear…"
"Oh, I took it off because I was sweaty and uncomfortable. I asked Woojin's permission, too."
"Even so……"
Seoyoon seemed at a loss for words, but the manager spoke with a look of relief.
"It is much more comfortable without it. I was so sweaty…. Doesn't Assistant Manager Kang feel that way, too?"
"Eek!"
Seoyoon's expression stiffened for a moment.
"If you get sweaty, you'll smell. You should take yours off, too, Assistant Manager Kang."
"But… people will see."
Seoyoon spoke in a voice so quiet it was almost inaudible, looking embarrassed.
"Given the situation, and since we're coworkers, what's the harm?~"
"You've really let go, Manager…"
Freed from the shirt covering her breasts, the manager had returned to the relaxed tone she used at work.
She must have been terribly uncomfortable if she'd been willing to take it off in front of me.
It reminded me of the saying that it wasn't a strong wind, but warm sunshine, that made the traveler take off his clothes.
"Assistant Manager."
I called to the assistant manager.
"Yes?"
"I'm all for it."
"Who asked for your opinion!?"
But after seeing the manager's happy expression now that she was free of her bra, the assistant manager soon took hers off, too.
She pulled her bra out from under her shirt──
I could see the inner fabric had been darkened by Seoyoon's sweat.
"Ugh! Don't look!"
"Wow. You must've been uncomfortable."
"Can't you keep your eyes under control, Mr. Kim Woojin?"
This was what I'd expected.
But arguing about it would only wear the assistant manager out……
"This is a crime under the law!"
"There are no laws here, Assistant Manager."
Besides, if we were talking about the law, wouldn't exposing those enormous breasts count as public indecency?
"You really never give an inch!"
"Hehe…"
The manager chuckled softly beside us.
It was like the smile of a mother watching her two children bicker.
Back in society, Assistant Manager Kang Seoyoon taking off her bra and showing me her tits? Unthinkable, but…
Things were different here.
Life on a deserted island was gradually making it easier not to care about what people around us thought.
The blazing sun all day, mounting discomfort, hunger, exhaustion……
"It pisses me off when you keep grinning, Mr. Kim Woojin."
"Let's eat. I'm hungry."
I took out the fruit we'd saved from yesterday.
"There's a lot less now."
The assistant manager said it.
"Because you ate so much, Assistant Manager."
"No! It's because we shared some with the people who came by yesterday. What if word gets around that this is the place to eat? You were the one who said we should be careful."
"But we got necessities in return, so it still counts as a trade."
"That's true, but…"
We might not be a community, but we still had to help one another when we could.
I figured it was better to eat the fruit sparingly than to regret it later after we'd resorted to eating bugs.
"…Give me one, too."
"Here you go."
In the end, the assistant manager realized there was no point picking a fight, took the fruit, and handed it to the manager.
"I'll enjoy this again today, Woojin."
"Yep."
Like a prayer before a meal, the manager thanked me, then bit into the fruit.
It was delicious.
As we ate, the blonde gyaru poked her head over toward us.
"じゃーん！ 天音ルカ、登場♪ (Ta-da! Amane Luca makes her entrance!)"
"Oh, Amane-chan."
I'd finally memorized her full name, too.
Amane Luca.
The blonde, busty gyaru in a bikini appeared flashing a gyaru peace sign, then linked arms with me and pressed herself against my side.
"ねぇねぇ、おにーさん♡ ルカにもひとくち、ちょーだい？ (Hey, hey, big bro♡ Can Luca have a bite, too?)"
Was she pestering me for a bite?
They say body language is universal. A look that said 'please' as she gently shook my shoulder got the message across just fine.
"You said you traded for things, Woojin. Haven't you been giving that gyaru things for free since yesterday?"
"Ah."
She'd spotted a hole in my logic.
Luca was cute, so I made an exception and gave her fruit in exchange for her being sweet to me.
And water, which we needed to survive.
In fact, it wasn't an exaggeration to say I was taking care of her.
Luca was rubbing her cheek against mine with an aloof, catlike expression.
"You shouldn't. Don't give things away for no reason."
Assistant Manager Kang Seoyoon stopped me.
"The reason is…"
Luca's soft body pressed against me.
I must've smelled awful from sweating, but Luca didn't seem to care at all as she cuddled up to me.
"ね？ くれたら、ルカちゃん今日一日、おにーさんのこと神って呼ぶし。 (Okay? If you give me some, Luca'll call you a god all day today, big bro.)"
"What is she saying? Can you translate?"
"No."
Hmm… the assistant manager did have a point.
I couldn't let her treat us like a free soup kitchen forever.
Luca seemed to realize Seoyoon was getting in the way. She pressed herself against me, narrowed her eyes, and glared at Seoyoon.
I suddenly felt like a married man with a mistress he didn't even have.
"彼女？ (Girlfriend?)"
Luca said something to Seoyoon.
"そういう関係ではありません。 (We're not in that kind of relationship.)"
"彼女でもないのに、そんな顔するんだ？ (You're not even his girlfriend, but you're making that face?)"
"そんな顔?? そんな顔って、どういう顔ですか。 (That face?? What do you mean, that face?)"
Oh, they're fighting!
Two women were fighting in a foreign language I couldn't understand!
I couldn't make out what they were saying, but I knew the gyaru had started it and Seoyoon had answered back.
A Korea-Japan showdown on a deserted island. This was getting exciting.
"んー？ 取られたくない女の顔~？ (Hmm~? The face of a woman who doesn't want him taken away~?)"
"ふざけないでください。 (Don't be ridiculous.)"
"あーしがお兄さんと仲良くしても、別に問題ないよね？ (It wouldn't be a problem if I got along with big bro, right?)"
Ooh.
Luca wrapped an arm around my neck and pressed herself even closer.
A catfight playing out right in front of me.
The two of them were taking it seriously, but watching the assistant manager get flustered by the gyaru was fun.
They were total natural enemies, weren't they?
The serious assistant manager and the playful gyaru.
I thought I'd have to break them up if they actually started fighting, so for now I decided to watch.
"なるほど。彼に気に入られれば、実を分けてもらえると思ったわけですか。"
(I see. You thought that if you made him like you, he'd share the fruit with you?)
The assistant manager was seriously pissed. I could tell just from how much her vocabulary had expanded. She seemed to be crossing her arms and making a biting remark.
"ずいぶん器用ですね。困っているふりをしながら、相手の気を引くのが。"
(You're quite skilled at attracting someone's attention while pretending to be in trouble.)
"でもさ、それ見つけてきたのってお兄さんでしょ？だったら、ウジンくんが決めてもよくない？"
(But big bro's the one who found the fruit, right? So shouldn't Woojin get to decide?)
Huh?
Seoyoon, who'd been doing so well, suddenly stopped.
Her lips fluttered, but she couldn't come up with a response and fell silent.
What was this? The assistant manager I knew wasn't someone who lost an argument.
"あーしが甘えてるって言うなら、お姉さんは何？ ただ隣にいるだけ？ (If I'm being clingy, then what are you? Just sitting next to him?)"
"That's…"
"ダメダメ言うだけで食べさせてもらえるなら、そっちのほうがズルくない~？ (If all you have to do is say 'no, no' and you still get fed, isn't that more unfair~?)"
"Y-you little brat…!"
Gasp. The assistant manager really was pissed.
I had to stop them before they started grabbing each other's hair.
"All right, that's enough."
Luca hugged me tight and rubbed herself against me, as if they'd never been fighting at all.
…This girl, I swear.
But I'd already decided whose side I was on.
"Assistant Manager, could you pass along a message for me?"
"…Do whatever you want. Give her fruit or don't. It's up to you, Woojin."
"Haha, it's a little difficult for me with her pressed up against me like this…"
"Sigh."
The assistant manager sighed and said,
"What should I tell her?"
"Tell her not today."
"……."
"I'm going to listen to you, Assistant Manager."
"……Ah."
For a moment, Kang Seoyoon's eyes widened as if she hadn't expected me to say that.
Even if it was hard to deal with all the pent-up desire building up on this island, we couldn't just throw away the order we'd agreed to maintain together.
"Why? Did you think I'd lose to her seduction?"
"Hmm, that's unexpected…. All right. I'll tell her."
Luca didn't understand Korean, so she waited with wide eyes.
"今日はだめだそうです。 (He says not today.)"
"えー。"
With that luscious fruit right in front of her, Amane seemed to think she was almost there, and could only watch it make her mouth water.
"はいはい、わかりましたー。ルカちゃん、今日は退散しまーす。 (Okay, okay, got it. Luca-chan's heading out for today.)"
But there was no further argument.
Before Amane cheerfully backed off, she gave me a quick kiss on the cheek.
"でも、おにーさん。またね？ (But, big bro. See you again?)"
The feel and warmth of her lips told me Luca hadn't given up on me.
If anything, looking at her eyes, she seemed even more fixated on me…
"…Thank you for listening to me."
"She came at me with a full-on physical assault. That was pretty tough, too."
At the very least, I thought we might not be able to find enough food for today.
At dinner yesterday, we'd had so much fruit that we'd let our guard down and shared some.
"If we find a lot more food today, let's invite Luca, too!"
"Oh, should we?"
"Yes."
Then I'd better work hard today, if I wanted to cheer up a sulking Luca.
Ah. My eyes met the assistant manager's enormous breasts again.
When I turned my head away unnaturally, the assistant manager tilted her head.
"What are you doing?"
"Managing my gaze."
Unlike Manager Jia, the assistant manager might use force, so I dutifully looked away.
That was when it happened.
The assistant manager hesitated a little, then quietly muttered,
"Just……. Never mind. Don't force yourself—just look."
What??!
"Assistant Manager?"
"I don't mean you should examine them closely."
Luca, maybe I have you to thank for this!
The assistant manager had been unable to move her arms away for fear I'd see the shape of her breasts or the outline of her nipples, but now she naturally lowered them.
At last, I could admire the assistant manager's huge breasts.