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Chapter 17 What Did Elsa Give You
I had no intention of having sex with Elsa and simply began to urinate.
The hot stream splashed onto Elsa’s face and body, making her scream in panic.
She scrambled to her feet and ran screaming toward the beach.
Unable to see where she was going, she tripped and fell, looking completely disheveled.
As I pulled on my pants, I burst out laughing.
But after a few laughs, I suddenly felt a strange–sense of danger.
My instincts told me someone was secretly watching me.
I looked around but didn’t see anyone else nearby.
The only weapon I had on me was my multi–tool camping knife.
Holding the knife, I cautiously moved forward, ready to fend off an attacker that might jump out from behind a tree at any moment.
But nothing happened. The ambush I imagined never came.
I started to think that tension was just in my head.
Back at the cave with the fish, the girls were thrilled.
With plenty of food and fresh water, we could finally focus on other things.
That afternoon, I gathered some vines and branches to build a rain canopy above and in front of the cave.
After the last storm, I’d noticed that even though the cave roof didn’t leak, the rocks and dirt soaked up water, making the cave damp.
If it warmed up again after a storm, that humidity would make the cave stuffy, and our stored food would easily go bad.
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of it.
So I collected tree bark to supplement it.
By around four in the afternoon, I’d already used up the nearby bark and had to walk farther to find more.
The thick grass underfoot made my steps almost silent.
After walking a bit, I saw Lily sitting under a large tree.
She was leaning against the trunk, her swimsuit tossed aside.
Her eyes were closed, legs spread, as she tended to her desire.
One hand was cupping her breast while the other moved between her thighs.
To look better in a swimsuit, Lily had gotten a full wax, so I could see everything clearly.
Her fingers moved back and forth inside her, and her reddened private parts glistened with grayish–white fluid.
dazed.
ticky liquid coated her fingers, helping her body glide smoothly.
my first time seeing a woman masturbate, and I couldn’t help but stare,
Her breasts looked fuller, and her nipples were hard.
Lost in pleasure, she didn’t notice I was nearby.
As Lily’s movements quickened, her fluids flowed more and more.
After a few minutes, her whole body began to tremble.
She collapsed onto the grass, convulsing, and a small amount of fluid sprayed out of her, splashing onto the ground.
I had never seen anything like this before. I stared wide–eyed, full of curiosity.
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After the fluid spurted out, Lily looked like she’d fainted, lying limp on the grass and panting weakly.
I was worried something might be wrong and stepped closer.
Her breathing seemed steady, though her body occasionally twitched.
That grayish–white liquid slowly trickled down her inner thighs.
I figured the effects of the poisonous mushroom hadn’t completely worn off, which was probably why Lily was so aroused.
To avoid any awkwardness, I gave up collecting bark and quietly returned to the
cave.
Strangely, Alice and Hailey didn’t ask where Lily had gone.
As for Jean, the timid and quiet college student, she probably hadn’t even noticed Lily was gone.
Over twenty minutes later, Lily returned to the cave.
Alice just smiled at her without asking anything.
Judging by their expressions, it seemed there was some unspoken understanding among the girls when it came to privacy.
That evening, we grilled the delicious fish and had a hearty meal.
Before it got fully dark, the girls went to the sea to wash up, then rinsed the salt off with fresh water.
Once the sun had set, they went into the cave to sleep.
I could rest easy tonight
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Alice and Jean were in charge of keeping watch.
Around midnight, I heard a faint noise.
It was subtle, but after years of dangerous mercenary work, I noticed it immediately.
I opened my eyes and saw Jean walking away, carrying something.
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I stood up slowly and followed her.
She was holding the stainless steel container with the fish.
Jean walked about fifty meters from the cave, where someone stepped out in front
of her.
It was Elsa.
Elsa took the food from Jean and devoured it.
She must’ve been starving. She finished the fish quickly, then handed something to Jean.
Jean kept shaking her head, but Elsa slapped her across the face.
Jean lowered her head and began to cry.
Elsa said something in a low voice, then ran off.
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Jean wiped her tears, got up from the ground, and turned to head back to camp.
I blocked her path and asked coldly, “What did Elsa give you just now?”
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Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.
