Wicked Island Of Ireland - Chapter 15

CHAPTER 15

“…”

“Is it fully hard yet? Or is this your normal size?”

She seemed to have applied more strength with her hand, as muscles appeared around her elbow. Hayden stretched his legs like someone waking up and breathed deeply.

Jena gave a small laugh, mocking his youthful vigor.

“Ah, so it’s in the process of getting hard. You acted so exclusive during the day, but you feel different at night?”

Whispering, Jena straddled Hayden’s body and said:

“Either way, a thick, hard man is sexy day and night.”

Hayden’s dark pupils, awakening and assessing the situation, searched for Isu. Then, after examining Jena who was trying to pull down his trunks, he stiffened coldly.

“You’re not the one who made me hard. I was just imagining another woman on top of me.”

He seemed to deliberately choose words that would provoke her. Jena, who had been peering inside his underwear, froze.

“What?”

Hayden neither enjoyed Jena’s touch nor pushed her away in panic. His response was far colder and more practiced than expected, leaving observers unsettled.

“Get it off , you know you can’t have it. No matter how desperately you grip and stroke, I have no intention of getting you wet.”

He continued as he pulled Jena’s wrist away:

“I’ll find better use for my desire elsewhere. Is seduction all you know?”

Jena, who had been momentarily stunned, bit her lower lip. Then she abruptly stood up, slamming the shelter door as she left.

“Crazy bastard, psycho, psycho!”

Her footsteps and curses faded into the darkness, leaving behind only the gentle chorus of night insects.

Hayden stretched out languorously in the shadows, his powerful frame relaxing against the floor as nature’s symphony resumed around them.

His eyes caught what little moonlight filtered through the windows, burning like sapphires in the dark. The strong veins of his throat emerged from beneath his perfectly carved jaw, the muscles rippling with each breath.

Through her barely-parted lashes, Isu’s gaze was drawn inexorably downward. The silk of his navy underwear did little to conceal what lay beneath, and her breath hitched at the bold shadows visible through the delicate fabric.

The massive length lay diagonal across his hip, straining against the silk like a forearm in size and lifting the hem entirely away from his skin. The sight made her dizzy with disbelief.

He sprawled there with his legs carelessly spread, each breath coming heavy and thick with barely-contained desire. The sound of his arousal seemed to fill every corner of the small room, making the air itself feel charged and heavy.

The heat building in her own body was maddening. Every inch of her skin felt electrified, yearning to move, to touch, yet she forced herself to remain perfectly still.

Desperate to maintain her pretense of sleep, she shifted as if restless, pressing her thighs together.

The movement caused her sensitized flesh to slide wetly against itself, drawing an unexpected gasp through her clenched teeth.

At that moment, whatever was confined in the navy underwear throbbed heavily.

Planting his feet on the floor, knees raised, he wrapped strong fingers around himself through the fabric. For a moment his hand tensed, veins standing out starkly, before he forced himself to relax, seemingly trying to find sleep once more.

But the need proved too strong. His grip returned, and his hips began to move in a slow, sinuous rhythm.

The wooden floor protested softly beneath him as his body arched upward in powerful thrusts, driven by primal instinct seeking completion.

His pure blue eyes intently traced Isu’s face. His pupils, dilated like a drug addict’s, seemed to be imagining penetrating her depths.

She had no right to judge his private fantasies – they were his alone to enjoy.

Yet his raw sexuality was overwhelming in its intensity.

Each flex of his muscled torso drew her eyes like a magnet, making her thighs clench involuntarily. Electric tingles raced across her skin in waves that matched his quickening breaths.

The last thing she saw was the thigh muscles that became distinctly visible each time he thrust his hips upward.

Isu squeezed her eyes shut. If she was caught being awake, he might try to align his lower body with hers.

And in her current state, hot to the point of madness, she might accept him mindlessly.

The creaking of the floor filled her ears, punctuated by his increasingly animalistic pants and groans. The sounds seemed to bypass her ears entirely, resonating deep in her core.

As his movements grew faster, more desperate, cold sweat broke out across her fevered skin. She wanted to block out the sounds, block out everything.

More than that, she wanted to erase the vivid image of Hayden that filled her mind even in darkness.

But she couldn’t escape.

Behind her closed lids, she saw him with perfect clarity – his face twisted in pleasure, soft sounds escaping his lips. In her mind’s eye, he crawled toward her on his knees, covering her body with his own.

Every detail was crystal clear – the broad sweep of his shoulders, the planes of his chest, the narrow taper of his waist. She felt possessed, enchanted, helpless to resist the spell he cast.

Though barely a hand’s width separated their bodies, the heat radiating from him might as well have been a physical touch. There was no escaping his gravitational pull.

***

Isu only managed to catch a brief sleep after sunrise. Due to insufficient sleep, her eyes felt dry.

In contrast, Hayden had awakened refreshed and even finished his morning swim. Through the wide-open door, she could see his back as he put on his underwear that had been hanging on a branch.

Emerging into the tent, Isu rinsed her mouth with the seawater Manuel had fetched yesterday.

Though Hayden looked toward the tent when he sensed movement, she felt too tense and awkward to greet him warmly. She timidly went to the lakeshore and washed her face briefly.

The five men who had headed to the shelter at the entrance of the lake came rushing down. However, Jena, who seemed to have gone there yesterday, was nowhere to be seen.

Isu quickly rinsed the soap from her face and headed toward the tent. Just then, Manuel arrived and sat in front of the table.

“Good morning.”

Isu placed the body cleanser on the table and asked:

“Good morning, didn’t Jena go with you yesterday?”

Her face was clouded with a hint of concern. Manuel reassured her:

“Jena is resting in the room. She said she was too lazy to walk and asked us to bring her breakfast, so we came by ourselves.”

Isu, who had worried that Jena might have been attacked by wild animals or slipped on the night path, sighed in relief. Though Jena’s impulsive behavior wasn’t welcome, she didn’t wish for her death.

Manuel peered into the sack containing breakfast and asked Isu:

“By the way, did something happen last night?”

People began to gather around the table. Isu glanced at Hayden sitting beside her, then asked Manuel:

“No, why?”

“When I woke up, Jena was sleeping next to me. I thought it was strange.”

Indeed, everyone would find it odd that Jena had specifically sought out that house in the early hours.

But what should she say? She couldn’t tell them that Jena had tried to seduce Hayden, failed, and left the house.

As Isu pondered, her face gradually turned pale. Hayden, who had been watching the scene while sitting diagonally, answered belatedly:

“She probably left because of my sleeping habits.”

Manuel raised both eyebrows in surprise.

“Really? You didn’t seem to have any sleep habits.”

Hayden placed breakfast on the table. Canned ham, canned corn, protein shake, and almonds. Though all instant foods, they were sufficient to satisfy hunger.

Isu, who had received the food, pretended to eat almonds but held them in her hand. She wanted to create emergency rations just in case.

Just then, the snake confined in the box thumped against it. Declan, sitting on top of the box, kicked it as if telling it to be quiet, and put canned ham in his mouth.

It was a morning like any other, but Isu’s expression was particularly dark. Manuel examined her and tilted his head with a nasal sound.

“Hmm…”

Isu, who was eating corn from her ration with a stick in a washed can, looked at Manuel.

Manuel asked, as if he had been waiting:

“Really, nothing happened?”

It was hard to deny while feigning innocence because much had happened last night. It was surprising how the seemingly slick Hayden had coldly rejected Jena, and the scene of him writhing his hips like a snake while pleasuring himself was so lewd it felt like a dream.

Isu’s black eyes couldn’t find their focus.

Manuel, who had been carefully observing those eyes, smiled gently and said:

“Let me know if any problems arise. I’ll help without hesitation.”

Hayden, who had been listening to their conversation, stared intently at Manuel.

“That might create new problems.”

Hayden’s multi-faceted eyes were excessively cold. His hand gripping the wooden eating stick looked as menacing as if it held a weapon. Seeing this, Manuel stiffened his lips.

“N-new problems?”

Just then, Isu, who had been staring at her can, turned to look at Hayden.

Hayden ate his corn peacefully, like a beast hiding its fangs. Then he gave Isu a look as if to ask why she was staring.

The late breakfast ended. The football players said they were going to play golf.

Isu finished cleaning the shelter and went to the beach. With the sea right in front of them, she wanted to experience the serene ocean at least once.

Fortunately, the breeze was cool. The sky was moderately bright and the sea was lazily calm.

Having taken off her slippers to one side, she stepped on the white sand with bare feet. The warm, crumbly sensation felt good. Though it was an ominous sight with debris from the crash floating at each point where the waves rolled in, the emerald sea refreshed her eyes.

However, even the most beautiful sea couldn’t pierce the heaviness in her heart. Isu, who had been walking slowly, stopped, burying her feet deep in the sand.

She had been troubled all morning by constant visions of Hayden.

If he had been a man faithful to animal instincts, he wouldn’t have rejected Jena’s seduction. But having rejected her only to enjoy pleasuring himself, he was too sinister and difficult to understand.

What could he be thinking…

Perhaps, having enjoyed promiscuous s3x for so long, ordinary relationships seemed boring to him.

She didn’t know.

It was also hard to understand how, in their shipwrecked situation, he remained as leisurely as someone camping after being confined for a long time.

It might be easier to think of him as an upper-class person who lived by his own rules because life was too boring…

She started walking again. Just as she was about to return to the shelter, she saw Hayden sitting on a pile of stones in the meadow.

He kept his gaze fixed on Isu like someone watching a child left by the water. Isu, who had put on her slippers and was about to pass by, suddenly stopped in front of him and said softly:

“I… somehow feel like I’m being monitored.”

She could have phrased it better, but the words came out wrong. It bothered her considerably that he had somehow become lodged in her mind, floating around.

He didn’t mind. He answered as if he had been waiting for her to say anything:

“No, you’re being protected.”

Isu slowly examined him. He was wearing a shirt with the buttons undone. Though he might have dressed comfortably, it also looked as if he was trying to seduce women with his body.

“Let me ask you one thing.”.she ventured, her throat suddenly dry. “If this isn’t kindness you’re showing me, then what is it? Are you… attracted to me?”

Her lips dried up. Despite what felt like a thousand-year wait, he merely curved his lips.

It was an expression like someone finding a puppy cute. Even without direct sunlight today, the top of her head felt so hot that she couldn’t help taking a step back.