Chapter 27 The Gall and the Glance
We all stared at Hailey in shock, suddenly finding her rather terrifying.
Sensing our gaze, Hailey turned around.
She explained, “In ancient times, snake gall was believed to brighten the strengthen the body. It was considered a rare and valuable tonic.”
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Ginnie looked horrified. “Hailey, you’re not actually thinking of swallowing that disgusting thing, are you?”
Hailey shook her head.
We all breathed a sigh of relief.
But then she added, “If you bite into it, it’ll taste bitter. So I have to swallow it whole.”
Everyone froze again.
Right in front of our stunned eyes, Hailey swallowed the snake gall in one gulp.
After that moment, our attitude toward Hailey changed.
Even Ginnie no longer dared to bully her.
But I noticed something–Ginnie seemed to enjoy picking on others.
After growing fearful of Hailey, she turned her attention to Jean.
It happened two afternoons later. I was carrying a box made of wood, neatly filled with eight coconut shells.
These shells were large enough to carry about twenty kilos of fresh water.
The water was for the survivors‘ daily use.
As I walked through the woods with the box in my arms, I heard a faint moan.
Surprised, I looked around and followed the sound.
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Soon, I found Ginnie and Jean behind a thicket.
Ginnie was sitting on a rock, with Jean between her legs.
I stood off to the side and saw Jean’s tongue moving over Ginnie’s private area.
Jean’s tongue licked Ginnie’s body skillfully, teasing her inner folds while her lips brushed against Ginnie’s exposed clit.
The intimate scene left me unsure of what to do.
After more than ten seconds, Ginnie–lost in the sensation–noticed me.
To my surprise, she didn’t panic or look embarrassed. She lifted her head and me à stunning smile.
“Mr. Leon,” Ginnie said playfully, “wanna join us?”
Before I could answer, she kicked Jean. “Get up! Go take care of Mr. Leon!”
Jean lowered her head and crawled toward me.
I stood there, dazed, unsure what to do.
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Part of me wanted to take the fresh water and leave. But watching Jean crawl over, I couldn’t bring myself to walk away.
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Ginnie giggled, took the water from my arms, and started undoing my belt and pants.
My mind was conflicted, but the erection growing between my legs couldn’t lie.
Jean knelt in front of me, gently touching my body with her soft hands.
Her fingers were delicate and smooth, and they quickly got a reaction out of me.
But I was too big. Even if Jean relaxed her throat, she couldn’t take all of me in.
Ginnie scoffed. “Stupid girl. Here, let me show you… Hold up those damn tits. Yeah, like that…”
Under Ginnie’s instruction, Jean wrapped her full breasts around me and slowly
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began to move.
Her breasts were large and supple, hugging me tightly and creating an odd but thrilling sensation.
Because of my size, the tip of my shaft kept bumping against Jean’s chin and neck.
Ginnie barked, “You brainless twit! Are you dead or what? Open your mouth!”
Jean opened her mouth and took the tip between her lips.
It felt like my entire length was being softly massaged, and the intense pleasure made me let out a low growl.
The service lasted about ten minutes, and I was getting more and more aroused.
I grabbed Jean’s red hair and moved her head rhythmically.
A few minutes later, I finally released into her mouth.
My hand pressed down on her head, my tip buried in her throat.
Most of it went straight into her stomach.
The rest, Jean swallowed obediently under Ginnie’s watchful eye.
Ginnie yanked her by the hair and pulled her closer to me. “Is that all? What did I teach you? Hurry up and clean him off!”
Jean stuck out her tongue and gently licked me until I was fully clean.
Throughout those minutes, I stood tall in front of Jean.
And Jean–the girl branded with the word “slave“-crawled at my feet, reduced to a vessel for my release.
As low as she seemed, I saw her service as a form of gratitude.
Without my protection, Jean would’ve starved or died of thirst on this island long
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So Jean pleasing me under Ginnie’s direction felt like a fair exchange.
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I pulled up my pants, picked up the water, and got ready to return to the cave,
Just then, Ginnie gasped. “Mr. Leon, isn’t that my rubber boat over there?”
I turned around and saw a black rubber boat floating on the sea….
Rubber boat.
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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.
