Chapter 4: Black Suitcase
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Irene’s heart thumped in fear and anticipation, seeing how Jackson stared at her intently.
‘Could he be aiming for my body?’ she asked in her mind, scanning her surroundings.
‘Are we doing it… In this place?’
Her cheeks heated up and suddenly flushed in red.
Jackson noticed it. At that moment, he couldn’t help but admire her beauty.
‘She looked like she had a stone-like personality. But in reality, she has a warm heart, and knows how to apologize for her mistakes.’
For an heiress, Jackson found that attitude quite amusing.
“W-What condition?” Irene asked, her voice quivering.
“This may be hard to do, but…”
Jackson looked Irene in the eye, his gaze intense.
“Be safe.”
“Huh?” Irene blinked in surprise. “Be safe? That’s it?”
“Yeah,” Jackson nodded. “You’ll always be safe as long as I’m by your side, but I can’t promise you that if we suddenly part ways.”
Irene appreciated what Jackson was saying, but at the same time, she couldn’t believe what she heard.
‘He wouldn’t ask me to have s*x with him? Even though it’s only the two of us on the island now?’
“I’ll only forgive you if you promise me that, Irene,” Jackson said, snapping her back to reality. “
Irene smiled, realizing that this was the first time Jackson had called him by her name.
“I will be safe no matter what,” she muttered with sincerity. “I promise.”
“Good.” Jackson smiled back, then gave Irene one of the roasted sea urchins. “Eat more.”
“T-Thank you…”
Irene took the sea urchin from Jackson’s hand. She ate it and felt the delicious taste in her mouth.
The atmosphere makes her feel like they were camping—if only they weren't trapped on the island.
“But why do I feel that you’re expecting something?” Jackson suddenly asked.
He leaned forward, narrowing his distance from Irene.
“What came to your mind when I said that I have a condition, huh?”
“N-Nothing!” Irene looked away, her cheeks heating up more.
Upon noticing that, Jackson smiled. He suddenly had the urge to tease Irene.
“Nothing? Are you sure?” Jackson asked, slightly moving toward Irene’s direction.
“Then why are your cheeks red now?”
“I-It was so hot in here! That’s why!” she responded, biting her lip to stop herself from speaking more nonsense.
Jackson’s gaze went to her lips, down to her neck. There, he noticed how her sweat dripped down to the valley of her breast.
Not to mention how sweet her natural scent was.
“You’re right. It’s hot.” Jackson stepped away. “You should continue eating. I’ll walk for a bit.”
Irene’s brows furrowed, confused. “But you’re not done eating yet—”
She wasn’t able to finish her sentence when Jackson stood up and left without leaving a word.
“Goodness. He’s hot and cold.” Irene shook her head in disbelief, realizing how quickly Jackson’s attitude changed in a second.
Afterward, she smiled. “I’ll just keep some of the oysters for him.”
Meanwhile, Jackson was walking on the island, where he could still see Irene from afar.
The sweat had already accumulated on his body, given how sunny it was, yet he didn’t stop.
‘f**k… Could this be an effect of the aphrodisiac found in oysters?’ Jackson thought, looking at the bulge between his thighs.
If not for his self-control, thanks to his training in the military before, he might have devoured Irene like some hungry beast.
Her white and smooth skin was enough to make him crazy.
And although he couldn’t remember sucking Irene’s breast while he was asleep, he vividly remembers how warm it was in his dream.
As if he was a crazy bastard, his manhood twitched more, having a hard time bulging in his trunks.
“This can’t happen.”
Without a second thought, Jackson took off his shorts and swam into the sea.
That’s what he also did earlier to prevent his clothing from being wet.
Jackson swam while trying to find some things floating in the sea that they could use for survival.
Somehow, it helped Jackson calm down his crotch.
Still, it was hard as a rock, and seeing Irene from a distance didn’t help him at all.
“Ugh… This isn’t good,” Jackson said, turning his back on Irene. “Maybe I should swim more.”
And he did.
Jackson did everything the best way he could to calm down.
He had seen various beautiful girls before, yet Irene had something that he couldn’t decipher.
A strange beauty and charm.
And if he doesn’t want to be accused as a pervert again, he should get his s**t straight.
“Ouch, what the f**k,” Jackson suddenly groaned when something hit his back.
He turned around and saw a suitcase floating in the sea.
“Gotcha!” Jackson smiled, taking the suitcase with him as he returned to the shore.
The suitcase was kind of heavy, yet it still floated toward the island where they were.
Jackson felt grateful for everything he found that they could use to survive.
“Hey!” Irene called, seeing Jackson return. “Do you need help?”
“Yes…” Jackson replied, feeling the ache on his body as he was swimming for a while now.
“Alright.”
Irene approached him and took the suitcase as soon as Jackson stood up on the shore.
However, Irene screamed afterward and unintentionally let go of the suitcase when her gaze went to Jackson’s lower body.
“Y-You f*****g pervert!” she shouted and ran away, not looking back.
Jackson frowned in confusion. “Why am I a pervert again?”
Then, his gaze went low—in the middle of his things.
“Shit.”
He forgot he didn’t have any clothes on!
Feeling ashamed, Jackson ran toward the place where he left his clothes earlier.
He wore it quickly, afraid that Irene would see him again in that state.
‘Why do I always embarrass myself in front of her?” Jackson asked, running his fingers through his hair. “Crap.”
Despite not wanting to go back due to humiliation, Jackson mustered the courage to return to their place with the suitcase in his hand.
But as soon as he came back, Jackson’s jaw fell upon seeing Irene.
“I-Irene?” Jackson stammered upon calling her name. “W-What are you doing?”
“Jack…” she stated, kneeling in front of him with lust evident in her eyes.
“I feel hot… like I wanted to release something. C-Can you help me?”
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