## Chapter 323 – 323. Helper
“Haaah….”
We kissed, our lips meeting in a sticky, hot embrace.
My hand slipped inside her white t-shirt, while her hands gripped my buttocks.
We broke apart after a brief kiss, Jessie’s face flushed and hot. She stared at me like she wanted to devour me, then grabbed the hem of her t-shirt and lifted it up.
Her breasts, braless, bounced into view. Pure white breasts with pink nipples. The areolas were large, but the nipples were small.
I responded in kind, quickly unbuttoning my shirt and throwing it off. Thump. The sound of the shirt falling seemed particularly loud.
“Haaah. Eugene, I never knew you were such a sexy man.”
Jessie deliberately shook her upper body, letting her t-shirt fall to the floor.
“I knew you were this sexy woman.”
I stepped closer to Jessie. Jessie looked at my pants, specifically at my crotch, and licked her lips. My member was as hard as an iron rod.
She grabbed her jeans and panties and pulled them down in one swift motion. Her Brazilian wax was clean and smooth. Her labia was a light pink and slightly plump. I noticed the moisture on her labia.
I thrust my hips forward and said to Jessie.
“Jessie, you’re amazing at taking off pants. Why don’t you take mine off?”
“Okay, I’d love to.”
Jessie grabbed my pants and underwear, trying to pull them off in one go, but my dick got caught in the pants. She put more force into it, but my pants still wouldn’t come down.
“Wow….”
Amazed by the strength of my dick, she eventually pulled my pants and underwear down more carefully.
Jessie, seeing my erect member, swallowed once and then hugged me. She actively licked my neck, stroking my muscles with one hand and touching my dick with the other.
“Your penis is hot and hard…. I’ve never seen anything like it.”
Jessie whispered in my ear. I massaged her buttocks with both hands. I slipped my fingers between her cheeks. I could feel the sensation of her recessed anus and labia in my hands.
“Once you taste my dick, you won’t even look at another one.”
“Really? I guess I should test that confidence.”
Jessie pushed me. It was a weak push, but I pretended to be pushed by her.
Thump.
I fell onto the net hammock installed on the tree. And then Jessie, her blonde hair swaying, climbed on top of me.
Jessie grabbed my dick with one hand and slowly inserted it into her pussy.
“Ah, ahhh…! Ah, it’s going all the way in! Haaah!”
“How is it, Jessie? Do you like it?”
“Y-yes. I regret not knowing you had something this amazing sooner! Haaahhh!”
Jessie sat down on top of me. She straightened her back and started to move her hips.
Jiggle jiggle.
I reached out towards her breasts, which were shaking violently.
“Aaaah! Yes! Eugene! Touch my nipples too! Haaah!”
“These big breasts…. I could touch them all day.”
Squeak squeak!
The hammock swayed, and Jessie’s moans and the sound of our skin hitting each other echoed through the forest.
“Haaang! Haaah! Huk! Hnnng!”
Jessie soon became lost in the sex. Her eyes were on me, but she wasn’t really seeing me. She was enjoying the pleasure.
‘I should start moving properly too… huh?’
I sensed a presence nearby.
It wasn’t an animal. It was similar to a human, but the presence was faint.
The presence was behind Jessie, and in front of me. I enhanced my vision with mana and looked behind Jessie.
A bizarre wooden mask in the bushes…, a man wearing a voodoo mask was standing there. The man was holding a crossbow and aiming it at Jessie’s back, who was diligently moving her hips on top of me.
‘It’s Johnson.’
The killer from ‘Monday the 11th’. If I kill that guy, there won’t be any more victims.
‘In horror movies, the couple having sex usually dies first. Did he appear in front of me because of that cliché?’
I was indifferent. Killing him right now would be easy.
‘I haven’t enjoyed myself properly yet. I haven’t even fucked Rachel.’
If I kill the killer here, I’ll return to reality. That’s not what I want.
‘The protagonist will probably die first anyway…. I can leave him alone until tomorrow night… or until I’m satisfied.’
The man’s eyes behind the voodoo mask met mine in the air. I grinned at him, and he didn’t like it, so he pulled the trigger of the crossbow.
I had been watching him, so I grabbed Jessie’s upper body.
“Aaaah?!”
The arrow passed over my head and hit the tree. Jessie, seeing the arrow stuck in the tree, widened her eyes in surprise. Then, she turned her head back and screamed loudly.
“Kyaaaaaaaaah!”
Johnson pulled the trigger again. I grabbed Jessie’s body and rolled to the side, landing on the ground. The arrow passed through the hammock.
I frowned and yelled at Johnson.
“Hey, you bastard! Can’t you see I’m busy?! Come here! Come here!”
Johnson aimed the crossbow at my head. I pulled out the arrow that was stuck in the tree with one hand and threw it at him. Johnson pulled the trigger.
Arrow met arrow in mid-air. The winner was the arrow I threw.
The arrow Johnson shot bounced off, and the arrow I threw pierced Johnson’s right wrist.
“……!”
Johnson dropped the crossbow on the ground and ran into the forest. Instead of chasing him, I touched Jessie, who was trembling in my arms. My dick was still inside her pussy.
“E-Eugene! That man tried to kill us!”
“It’s okay. There are weirdos everywhere. More importantly, we should continue.”
“B-but, that guy might come back… Augh?!”
I pushed Jessie onto the hammock. With her upper body leaning against the hammock, she was in a doggy style position, her butt facing me.
“You saw me chase that guy away, right? You don’t have to be afraid if you’re with me.”
Thwack!
I grabbed Jessie’s buttocks and started to move my hips.
“Ah, ahhh!”
She soon became lost in the sex. We went back to the resort after that. Our friends were sprawled out everywhere, unable to return to their own rooms. They still didn’t know that there was a crazy killer on this island.
“Eugene…. I’m scared, I can’t sleep alone. Just knowing that there’s a weirdo on this island makes my skin crawl. Can I sleep in your room?”
“Of course, Jessie. You don’t have to worry, I’ll protect you.”
Jessie lay down on my bed and hugged my arm. Of course, we weren’t just going to sleep here. Jessie and I moved our hips until the early hours of the morning before falling asleep.
•••
And we woke up around noon.
It wasn’t that we wanted to wake up. Frank, who could be called the representative of this trip, woke everyone up and made them gather in front of the resort.
Some of the faces, including Frank’s, were very serious, and some were just looking around, not knowing what was going on.
“You guys… calm down and listen carefully. Two of the caretakers are dead.”
“…What? Frank, what nonsense are you talking about? Is this some kind of event?”
“I’m not kidding! There are two caretakers’ bodies on a cliff a little ways from here!”
“R-really? If it’s real, shouldn’t we contact the police?!”
“There’s no way to contact them. We have to go back to the port on the yacht that comes in two days and ask for help.”
“…….”
Silence fell over the resort. A person had died. The fun trip had instantly turned into a traumatic one.
“…If they fell off a cliff and died, it’s an accidental death. We can’t have fun in this situation, but we don’t need to be so serious.”
The protagonist, Brad, said. The others agreed with him.
“Brad’s right. It’s not like we killed them.”
“It’s just an unfortunate thing that happened.”
“That’s right. It’s an accident. Let’s… have lunch first. The caretakers are dead, so we’ll have to prepare it ourselves….”
They talked to each other, trying to shake off the gloomy atmosphere.
But Jessie, who was holding onto my sleeve, opened her mouth with an uneasy expression.
“Yesterday evening, while Eugene and I were treasure hunting, we saw a man wearing a strange mask. That man shot arrows at us with a crossbow!”
“A strange mask?”
Our friends’ gazes turned to us, and Frank asked on their behalf.
“It’s a mask made of wood. It’s called a voodoo mask. Do you know it?”
I said.
“A voodoo mask? What’s that?”
Brad asked back.
“It’s a mask worn by voodoo followers. I don’t know much about it either.”
“So, there’s a crazy guy like that on this island? You don’t think that guy pushed the caretakers off the cliff, do you? You’re joking, right?”
“Why would Jessie and I joke in this situation?”
“…….”
Most of our friends didn’t seem to believe us, but Frank’s face was serious.
I looked at him and asked.
“Frank, you know something. Don’t you?”
“……Actually, this island was a sanctuary for voodoo believers 20 years ago.”
Frank continued with a boring explanation. I had to hold back a yawn, but everyone else seemed to be feeling fear at Frank’s words.
“But they all left…. There’s no way someone would be left alone in a place like this….”
As Frank rubbed his face with his hands, the protagonist, Brad, stepped forward.
“Let’s check it out. If what Jessie and Eugene said is true, there should be a crossbow arrow left.”
So, we moved to check, and we found the arrow under the hammock, as well as the crossbow and blood nearby.
“It’s real….”
“Are you kidding?! There’s no way a crazy guy like that exists!”
“Instead of this, let’s check the caretakers’ bodies too!”
We headed towards the cliff where the caretakers’ bodies were supposed to be. But there was only evidence that bodies had been there, and the bodies themselves were nowhere to be seen.
“The voodoo believer must have taken them!”
“Like Jessie said, that guy must have pushed the caretakers off the cliff!”
“Damn it! We have to be trapped on this island with a killer for two days!”
As people started to panic, Frank stepped forward.
“Calm down! There are 12 of us, and that crazy guy is just one! If we stay together in the resort, he can’t do anything!”
Frank’s words were right.
12 against 1.
Logically, it was undeniable that the 12 were more advantageous.
‘But there are idiots among the 12, and some who are just bluffing. What if the one is not a normal human?’
The killers in B-grade horror movies usually have superhuman abilities.
“There’s enough drinking water and food in the resort. We just have to hold out for two days. It’s just a little frustrating. And later, we’ll call the police and search the island to find that guy and put him in jail.”
Frank said.
If it were a normal reality, that would have been the case.
But this is a horror movie world. How many of us will survive? For the record, I had no intention of helping them.
My only concern was one thing.
‘Now, how should I fuck Rachel.’
Of course, I would be careful since the protagonist, Brad, shouldn’t die.
•••
Before evening, three people had died.
They were the ones who couldn’t stand the boredom in the resort and went to the sea in front of the resort to swim, saying that they were fine since there were three of them.
One drowned, and two were killed by having their chests pierced by harpoons.
“Kyaaaaaaaaah!”
After dinner. Another person died. They died in the kitchen, their head cut off. The head was nowhere to be found in the kitchen. And the kitchen window was broken. We sealed the kitchen window.
Rachel, who was the first to discover the body, fainted and lost consciousness.
There were now 8 people left alive.
Buzz. Buzz! Crackle!
The fluorescent light on the ceiling went out.
“Damn it! Did the generator go out?! Or is it that bastard’s doing?! Either way, it’s annoying! Shit!”
Frank, who had lit a lighter, cursed.
I said to him.
“You guys go check the generator. It’s going to be a problem if we stay like this. If six of you move together, that bastard won’t be able to move either.”
