"Hngh..."
We kissed, a sticky, heated kiss that consumed us both.
My hand slipped beneath her white t-shirt, while her hand gripped my hip.
After a brief, passionate kiss, we parted slightly. Jessie's face was flushed crimson. She gazed at me with a predatory intensity, then grasped the hem of her t-shirt and lifted it upward.
Her braless breasts swayed into view snow-white skin and delicate pink nipples. Her areolas were large, but her nipples were small.
Responding in kind, I swiftly unbuttoned my shirt and tossed it aside. Thud. The sound of the shirt hitting the floor seemed unusually loud.
"Haaah... Yujin, I never knew you were such a sexy man."
Jessie deliberately swayed her upper body, letting her T-shirt fall to the floor.
"I always knew you were such a sexy woman."
I strode toward Jessie. Her gaze fixed on my crotch, and she licked her lips. My erection was as hard as an iron rod.
She grabbed her jeans and panties, yanking them down in one swift motion. Her Brazilian wax had left her white pussy impeccably clean. Her labia minora were slightly plump and a delicate pink. I noticed a glistening wetness clinging to them.
Thrusting my hips forward, I said, "Jessie, you're amazing at taking off pants. Why don't you take mine off too?"
"Mm, I'd love to."
Jessie grabbed my pants and underwear, trying to pull them off in one swift motion, but my pants snagged on my erection halfway down. She tugged harder, but they still wouldn't budge.
"Wow..."
Impressed by the firmness of my erection, she finally lowered my pants and underwear more carefully.
Seeing my fully erect penis, Jessie swallowed hard and pulled me into a tight embrace. She aggressively licked my neck, her one hand stroking my muscles while the other caressed my penis.
"Your penis is so hot and hard... I've never felt anything like this before," she whispered in my ear. I cupped her buttocks in both hands, slipping my fingers between her cheeks. I could feel the smooth, recessed anus and the soft labia beneath my fingertips.
"Once you taste my cock firsthand, you won't even glance at another one."
"Really? I think I need to put that confidence to the test."
Jessie pushed me. It was a weak shove, but I deliberately let her push me.
Thud.
I collapsed onto the hammock strung between the trees. Jessie climbed on top of me, her blonde hair cascading over my face.
She gripped my cock with one hand and slowly slid it into her pussy.
"Ah, ahhh...! It's going all the way in! Haaah!"
"How does it feel, Jessie? Do you like it?"
"Y-yes, I do. I can't believe I'm only finding out now that you have something this incredible! Haaahhh!"
Jessie straddled me, straightening her back and beginning to sway her hips.
Swish, swish.
I reached out to cup her violently shaking breasts.
"Aaaah! Yes! Sung Yujin! Touch my nipples too! Haaah!"
"These huge breasts... I could play with them all day."
Creak, creak!
The hammock swayed, and Jessie's moans mingled with the sounds of our bodies colliding, echoing through the forest.
"Haaah! Haaah! Hah! Hngh!"
Jessie quickly lost herself in the throes of passion. Her eyes were fixed on me, but she wasn't really seeing me. She was simply reveling in the pleasure.
Time to get serious... Huh?
I sensed a presence nearby.
It wasn't an animal. Human-like, but the aura was faint.
The presence I sensed was behind Jessie, but directly in front of me. I enhanced my vision with mana and peered past her.
A man wearing a bizarre wooden mask a voodoo mask stood among the tall grass. He held a crossbow aimed at Jessie's back as she vigorously swayed her hips above me.
It's Johnson.
The killer from Monday the 11th. If I kill him now, there won't be any more victims.
In horror movies, they always kill the couples having sex first. Is that why he showed up here?
I felt indifferent. Killing him would be easy.
I haven't even had my fun yet. I haven't even gotten to fuck Rachel.
If I kill the murderer here and now, I'll be sent back to reality. That's not what I want.
The protagonist will die first anyway... Tomorrow night... No, I can let him live until I'm satisfied.
The eyes behind the Voodoo Mask clashed with mine in mid-air. I grinned at him, and he, clearly displeased, pulled the trigger of his crossbow.
Having been watching him closely, I pulled Jessie's upper body into my arms.
"Aaaang?!"
The arrow whizzed past my head and embedded itself in the tree. Jessie's eyes widened in shock as she stared at the arrow. She twisted her head back and screamed at the top of her lungs.
"Kyaaaaaah!"
Johnson pulled the trigger again. I grabbed Jessie and rolled us off the hammock, landing on the ground. The arrow pierced through the hammock.
I scowled and shouted at Johnson, "Hey, you bastard! Can't you see we're busy?! Get over here! I said, get over here!"
Johnson aimed the crossbow at my head. With one hand, I yanked an arrow from the tree and hurled it at him. Johnson fired.
Arrow met arrow in mid-air. The victor was the one I'd thrown.
Johnson's arrow ricocheted away, while mine pierced his right wrist.
"...!"
Johnson dropped the crossbow and fled into the forest. Instead of chasing him, I turned to Jessie, who was trembling in my arms. My cock was still buried deep inside her pussy.
"Eu, Sung Yujin! That guy tried to kill us!"
"It's okay. There are weirdos everywhere. Let's just keep going."
"B-but what if he comes back... Augh?!"
I pushed Jessie onto the hammock. Leaning back against it, she ended up in a doggy-style position, her hips thrusting toward me.
"You saw me chase him off, right? You don't have to be afraid when you're with me."
Thwack!
I grabbed Jessie's hips and began to thrust.
"Ah, aahng!"
She quickly lost herself in the sex. Afterward, we returned to the resort. Our friends were sprawled out everywhere, too exhausted to even make it back to their rooms. They still had no idea there was a crazed killer on the island.
"Yujin... I'm too scared to sleep alone. Just knowing there's some weirdo on this island gives me the creeps. Can I sleep in your room?"
"Of course, Jessie. Don't worry, I'll protect you."
Jessie lay down on my bed and wrapped her arms around me. Naturally, we didn't just sleep. We rocked our hips until the early hours of the morning before finally drifting off.
We woke up around noon.
We hadn't woken up because we wanted to. Frank, the de facto leader of this trip, roused everyone from their sleep and gathered us in front of the resort.
Frank and several others wore grave expressions, while the rest of us, clueless about what was happening, simply observed the tense atmosphere.
"Listen carefully, everyone. Two caretakers are dead."
"...What? Frank, what nonsense are you spouting? Is this some kind of event?"
"This isn't a joke! The bodies of two caretakers were found on a cliff not far from here!"
"R-really? If it's true, shouldn't we call the police?!"
"There's no way to contact them. We'll have to wait for the yacht arriving in two days to return to port and request help."
Silence fell over the resort. Someone had died. The joyful vacation had instantly transformed into a traumatic one.
"...If they fell off the cliff, it was just an accident. We can't exactly enjoy ourselves in this situation, but there's no need to panic," Brad, the protagonist, said. The others nodded in agreement.
"Brad's right. It's not like we killed him."
"Just an unfortunate accident."
"Exactly. It was an accident. Let's... get lunch first. Since the caretaker's dead, we'll have to prepare it ourselves."
They exchanged words, trying to shake off the gloomy atmosphere.
But Jessie, who was still clutching my sleeve, spoke up with a worried expression.
"Last night, while Yujin and I were treasure hunting, we saw a man wearing a strange mask. He shot arrows at us with a crossbow!"
"A strange mask?"
All eyes turned to us, and Frank spoke up on behalf of the group.
"It was a wooden mask, a Voodoo Mask. Have you heard of it?" I said.
"A Voodoo Mask? What's that?" Brad asked, his voice skeptical.
"It's a mask worn by Voodoo worshippers, I guess. I don't know much about it either."
"You're telling me there's some lunatic like that on this island? You guys seriously think he pushed the caretaker off the cliff? You're joking, right?"
"Jessie and I wouldn't joke about something like this right now."
"..."
Most of our friends looked unconvinced, but Frank's face had turned grim.
I turned to him. "Frank, you know something, don't you?"
"...Actually, this island was a sacred site for Voodoo worshippers twenty years ago."
Frank continued his dry explanation. I had to suppress a yawn, but the others seemed genuinely frightened by his words.
"But they've all left... There's no way anyone would stay here alone..."
As Frank rubbed his face with his hands, Brad, the protagonist, stepped forward.
"Let's check it out. If Jessie and Yujin are right, there should still be crossbow bolts here."
We moved to investigate and found bolts beneath the hammock, along with a crossbow and bloodstains nearby.
"It's real..."
"This has to be a joke, right?! There's no way someone like that exists!"
"Instead of arguing, let's check the caretaker's body too!"
We headed toward the cliff where the caretaker's body had been. But all we found were traces of where the body had been the body itself was nowhere to be seen.
"That Voodoo Worshiper must have taken him!"
"Jessie was right! That bastard probably pushed the Caretaker off the cliff!"
"Damn it! We're stuck on this island with a murderer for two days!"
As panic spread, Frank stepped forward.
"Calm down! There are twelve of us and only one lunatic! If we all gather inside the resort, he won't be able to do anything!"
Frank's words made sense.
Twelve against one.
Logically, the twelve should have the advantage.
But what if some of those twelve are fools, and others are just bluffing? And what if the "one" isn't just an ordinary human?
In B-Class horror movies, killers often possess superhuman abilities.
"The resort has plenty of food and water. We just need to hold out for two days. It'll be a little boring, but we'll call the police later to search the island, find him, and lock him up," Frank said.
In an ordinary reality, that would have been the case.
But this was a horror movie world. How many of them would actually survive? For the record, I had no intention of helping them.
My only concern was:
Now, how should I get Rachel?
Of course, I'd be careful to ensure Brad, the protagonist, didn't die.
Before evening fell, three people were dead.
Unable to bear the boredom within the resort, the trio had convinced themselves that swimming in the sea in front of the resort was safe since there were three of them.
One drowned, while the other two were killed by spear guns that pierced their chests.
"Aaaaaah!"
After dinner, another person had died. They were found in the kitchen, their head severed. The head was nowhere to be found in the kitchen, and the window had been smashed. We immediately boarded up the kitchen window.
Rachel, who first discovered the body, fainted from shock.
Currently, only eight of us remained alive.
Buzz. Buzz! Crackle!
The fluorescent lights on the ceiling flickered and went out.
"Damn it! Did the generator fail?! Or is that bastard behind this?! Either way, this is fucking annoying! Shit!" Frank cursed, lighting a cigarette with his lighter.
I told him, "You guys should check the generator. We can't stay in the dark like this. If six of us move together, that bastard won't dare to attack."