Wicked Island Of Ireland - Chapter 12

CHAPTER 12

She realized that despite his outwardly rational appearance, he actually thought quite instinctively.

Yet she didn’t dislike it—at least in this moment, it created the illusion of leisurely vacationing and romance.

“…It seems things are going according to your plan.”

Warm words spread between Isu’s teeth.

As if trying to swallow her response, he brought his face within a hand’s span of hers.

The man’s shadowed eyes studied her face.

His hand, which had been casually resting on the table, slid smoothly toward her cheek.

His hand, nearly the size of her face, seemed more suited to twisting than caressing. When that hand lightly touched her cheek, her back inexplicably tingled.

Isu gripped the pants tightly and stood up.

“I-I’ll wash these pants properly before returning them.”

She stammered as she retreated into the shelter like she was escaping. As she glanced back, she saw him pleasantly examining the hand that had touched her cheek.

Creeak.

Isu closed the door.

Only after she was completely separated from him could she finally take the breath she’d been holding.

“Haah, aah…”

The cheek he had touched still tingled.

She clutched the innocent pants and took deep breaths for a while.

She wondered what expression he might be wearing beyond the door.

Was he still feeling the sensation on his fingertips?

Or was he already looking for someone else to tease?

After calming her flushed cheeks, Isu removed the pants.

Sand that had collected on her buttocks fell with a soft rustle. While changing clothes, she wanted to brush off the sand from various parts of her skin.

She soon untied the necktie from her waist and removed the jacket. Her skin felt refreshed as she peeled off the damp jacket.

Fearing her skin would become raw if she remained wet, she took off her bra as well.

The area where the underwire had pressed was swollen and red.

Isu leaned her weight against the door to block it while fanning her chest with her hand.

Each movement of her hand made her C-cup br3asts bounce. After staring at her chest for a while, she brushed off the sand clinging to various parts of her body.

As she raised her head, her eyes met those of a man standing outside the window.

The man wore a black t-shirt and shorts. His hair and eyes were brown, and his skin was tanned to a bronze hue.

Isu, recognizing him as Declan, grabbed her jacket to cover her chest.

“Declan?”

She wasn’t sure how long Declan had been watching. What was clear, however, was the prominent erection visible through the front of his pants.

Declan proudly gripped the bulge through his pants. Then he silently mouthed:

“Want to? Come out through the window if you’re interested.”

Far from being apologetic about his leering, he seemed rather proud. Isu, turning pale, shook her head.

“I’m not interested.”

Declan winked as if to say he was available when needed, then headed up the hill. As Isu hurriedly dressed, Manuel’s voice came from outside the door.

“Now that the rain has stopped, we’re going to explore around the island. Want to come along?”

Hayden’s curt refusal could be heard from outside. Isu, inside the shelter, likewise declined.

After dressing completely, Isu exited to the tent, found body cleanser in the sack, and went down to the lakeshore. Finding a suitable spot to sit, she began washing Hayden’s suit pants.

Thanks to the rain stopping, a cool breeze was blowing. Eager to dry the pants quickly in this breeze, she hurried her washing.

Hayden sat at the tent table, watching the scene.

His unhurried yet persistent gaze embraced her from afar. Isu exhaled breathlessly.

Just as she was thoroughly rinsing the soap from the pants, Manuel and DeHart approached from the opposite direction. Their faces looked excited, as if they had discovered something interesting.

DeHart approached first and explained:

“Isu, there’s something awesome inside the island.”

“What is it?”

“A golf course and something like a machine room. There’s golf equipment right on the field, so the guys are playing golf there. There are also abandoned construction shovels and sickles in front of the machine room. Oh! And there’s a mountain of water containers for purifiers in the machine room, so we don’t have to worry about water anymore.”

“Golf course? If there’s a golf course…”

Perhaps these were facilities once used by Graham, the island’s owner. Thinking there might be clues there, Isu straightened up and asked:

“Uh… water? It’s good that you found water. Is there any sign of anything unusual at the golf course? Does the machine room have electricity?”

Manuel caught Isu as she wobbled up from the lakeshore and answered:

“No, it seems the machine room used to draw electricity from the burned building on the hill. The lights don’t work, but there’s a lonely laptop there.”

“A laptop? Does it turn on?”

“It turned on briefly before the battery died. There wasn’t much on it, just s3x videos.”

DeHart added:

“Videos of a guy with hair color like Hayden White having s3x with some woman in an office.”

They looked at Hayden under the tent as if by agreement. They seemed to think the man in the video was Hayden.

Isu shook her head as she wrung water from the pants.

“Ah, that person must be Graham. He might look similar to Hayden in hair color and build, but his voice and physique are different.”

From what she had seen on the CCTV, Graham had a delicate, model-like appearance. As she was about to explain this, Manuel took her pants and wrung out the moisture as he asked:

“How do you know that?”

“I saw something similar in the burned building. Is the woman blonde?”

Manuel seemed to recall the figures in the video before tilting his head.

“The man’s body was blocking her, so I couldn’t confirm that, but I’m certain he called the woman ‘Michelle.’ And the woman was dying from pleasure. I’ve never heard such breathless moans in my life.”

DeHart crossed his arms and looked back toward the golf course.

“That bastard probably had s3x with women while watching those videos in the golf course machine room. Lucky bastard with rich parents, he must be good at fucking from doing it so much. His body was incredibly flexible too.”

Then, as if regretful, he added:

“I want to watch more of that video.”

Manuel playfully hit the back of DeHart’s head.

“You pervert.”

A little later, Declan’s group brought water containers and construction shovels to the front of the house.

Declan appeared with a laptop tucked under his arm. He said he planned to keep the laptop safe until they escaped the island, then use it to extort money from Graham.

As evening fell, people who had been spending time on their own returned to the shelter. The clock showed 9 PM, but the sky was still as bright as afternoon.

It was thanks to summer. If it had been winter, they might have fallen ill from the harsh cold. Isu was grateful for the warm weather, long daylight hours, and the fact that they had at least minimal food.

In contrast, Jena wandered around complaining. According to Manuel, who knew Jena through mutual acquaintances, she seemed to be experiencing withdrawal symptoms from alcohol and cigarettes.

Isu, who remained relatively composed, voluntarily cleaned the shelter.

There had been so much dust accumulated inside that everything she wiped turned black. If Hayden hadn’t helped, she might have fallen ill from exhaustion long ago.

By the time they finished cleaning, it was already 11 PM. As darkness fell, everyone found spots to lie down inside the shelter.

Although they had moved all furniture outside, it was woefully inadequate for eight people. Because of this, they agreed to lie on their sides when possible.

However, Jena boldly announced while lying face-up toward the ceiling:

“I want a cigarette.”

Manuel, who had been tolerating Jena’s complaints all day, smiled and replied:

“I want to shower in warm water.”

Declan, adjusting the laptop he was using as a pillow, sighed deeply.

“Haah… I want to have s3x.”

DeHart was still thinking about the s3x video with regret.

“I want to watch that video again.”

Isu, lying facing the wall, remained silent, but she had a deeper desire than anyone.

She wanted to recover her lost memories.

Then at least she would know why, and because of whom, she had ended up like this…

The morning was surprisingly bright, making it hard to believe it had rained for two days straight. Hayden’s pants, which had been left on the tent table, were completely dry.

The men started showering in the lake.

Isu and Jena remained inside the room. Though it was dark inside, the streaks of light coming through the window created a subtle atmosphere.

Since all the furniture had been moved outside, the interior was empty. All that remained was the sack of food, firewood in the fireplace, and separately placed scented candles.

With nothing to do and nothing to see, Isu began mopping the floor. That’s when Jena, who had been sitting blankly, asked her:

“Aren’t you tired of volunteering to work?”

Though she was tired, it was better than living in a dirty place. Isu wrung out the rag in the wooden tub that had been filled with water the day before and answered:

“It’s a space we all share, so it’s better if it’s clean.”

As the conversation momentarily paused, Jena started an unnecessary argument:

“I’ve never seen someone who pretends to be so nice actually be good.”

Jena had complained about everything the day before too. Due to her withdrawal symptoms, everything seemed to irritate her.

Isu narrowed her brow as she wrung out the rag. Jena didn’t miss even the furrowed brow.

“I didn’t mean you, so why are you frowning? You look scary when you glare with those slit eyes.”

Isu wanted to shout that she would show her what scary really meant if she continued picking fights, but she didn’t want to waste energy. She clenched her teeth and answered gently:

“I understand you’re stressed, but don’t be rude. I’m not here to deal with your irritability.”

Just then, the area in front of the door became increasingly noisy. It seemed the men had finished showering and gathered at the tent.

Breakfast began. Unlike yesterday when everyone ate their fill, today the canned ham was divided into eight equal parts. Additionally, there was a handful of almonds and protein shake.

It was an embarrassingly small amount to call a meal. But given the extreme situation, no one complained.

After breakfast, the football players left for the shore, saying they would leave rescue signals and exercise.

Hayden sprawled in a chair under the tent, drying his wet hair. Each time a cool breeze blew from the forest, a pleasant strawberry scent wafted from him.

Strawberry scent… Shower… Isu also wanted to shower comfortably.

“Is the lake very deep?”

Hayden narrowed his eyes lazily before answering softly:

“It will be deep by your standards. Why, planning to shower?”

Isu was surprised by his perceptiveness before belatedly nodding.

Hayden looked out at the lakeshore, then rose from his chair.

“I found a good spot while swimming. I’ll take you there.”

Isu followed him as he surprisingly kindly showed the way. Jena joined them as well.