episode_0092
by admin“Wiron made this, Hazel.”
“He made something like this. Are you a pervert?”
Grecia smiled bitterly at my grumbling words.
“He said that last year, debris from a shipwreck washed up on the island, and he picked up a large suitcase full of clothes. It looks like the clothes were modified.”
“So, don’t you wonder why women’s clothes were kept in storage? Not food, not alcohol, not men’s clothes, but women’s clothes? Aren’t you trying it on without others knowing?”
“Ahahaha… But there is something more interesting than that.”
Captain Grecia is also smiling brightly, but he seems to be secretly suspicious of Yuron’s perverted tastes. If you suddenly change your mind.
“There are no passenger ships that route around this island.
So where did the accident happen on the ship that this bag of clothes was on? If a bag of clothes is floating around in good condition, it means it sank very close.”
Captain Grecia gave a long explanation and stared at the ship.
“Kuu?”
He tilted his head as if asking why he was looking at me.
“And was Mr. Mureo’s actions that brought us to this island really just a coincidence?”
“Kuuu?”
Oh, the story suddenly becomes heavy?
“… … We may be able to find the stronghold of those who attacked our ship.”
I didn’t know that Captain Grecia was concerned about this issue.
No, it’s natural. Because his ship was attacked and he and I, who were guests, were cast adrift. I completely forgot.
“Did you say they were the Kraken tribe? No, they’re the ones who run the octopus monster.”
“Yes. I think we can trace the location back if we just have more information about ocean currents.”
And you were working incredibly hard, right? I thought you were just spreading your legs to men… hot!
Ugh, not like this.
Why am I being so grumpy towards Captain Grecia today? It’s so ugly. Reflection, reflection, reflection. This is all because men are making me horny… hot!
Ugh, not this one either. Now you’ve decided to cooperate with the guys and get along. I am receiving good volunteer training, so why are they passing on responsibility like this again? Reflection, reflection.
“Of course, we are also preparing to send a rescue signal so that we can escape the island.”
“I love you, Grecia!”
He suddenly hugged her.
It was like that. It was my misunderstanding. Captain Grecia wasn’t just fawning over men, she was kind to everyone, but I was so blinded by jealousy that I thought it was strange. Sorry, Grecia.
“Oh, I bought Hazel too… I like. But try walking away a little bit. Because clothes get wrinkled.”
But that’s it, the current situation is a bit strange.
I was currently wearing what looked like a maid’s uniform, a miniskirt, and no panties, and Captain Grecia was helping me with my final look.
It’s funny to talk about serious things in situations like this.
“Hazel has a very thin waist but big breasts. If you don’t tighten the fabric around your waist properly, your stomach will bulge out and make you look fat.”
Like pulling strongly on the waist drawstring that resembles a corset.
“I adjusted the position of the corset and how to tie the laces so that my breasts do not sag even without a bra. Learning this will help you when wearing a dress.”
Like using a string to pull up the lower bust.
“Make the skirt length a little longer. The point is that when you walk normally, only your thighs are visible, and when you bend slightly, you can slightly see the skin below your buttocks.”
This is not like a craftsman who raises and lowers the length of a skirt and fires pottery! and fine-tune it.
I finally finished dressing up by wrapping something similar to a towel around my head.
Is it really necessary to decorate it like this? I had some doubts, but Grecia was so motivated that I followed obediently.
Won’t I be naked soon anyway?
***
“Well, have a nice trip, Hazel.”
“Captain Grecia isn’t going?”
“I heard that today is a banquet for Hazel. I’ll be resting. Mr. Mureo also plays with me.”
“Cow!”
“Banquet?”
I left the cabin with an uneasy feeling. The sun had set, but it was still bright enough.
Maybe it’s because it’s a warm southern island.
I’ve had a bit of a delay getting dressed with Captain Grecia, so I’ll hurry.
My steps become faster.
Every time my stride increases and my skirt flutters, I get extremely concerned.
I haven’t felt this much shame even though I’ve been living close to naked bodies lately, but why am I even more embarrassed now that I’m fully dressed?
The wind touches my buttocks and crotch. Perhaps because it is a secret place, one feels cool and liberated even in the lukewarm breeze of this tropical island.
Ugh, no. Let’s turn our minds elsewhere. If this continues, I’ll get wet before I even get there.
Actually, it was already wet.
Since I’ve always been wet these days, my standard of feeling is a bit different.
If it feels a little humid inside, it’s not wet.
If love juice flows down your thighs, you’re a little wet.
If it drips onto the floor under your legs rather than running down your thighs, it’s extremely wet.
It got worse after entering the mine, and yesterday and today I was harassed by Mr. Arche and his group… Rather than doing something, I became more sensitive while serving.
Meanwhile, we arrived at the restaurant before we knew it.
The noise inside was quite loud, so I guess there were still a lot of people there.
Ugh, now that I think about it, I heard that everyone gathers at the restaurant and hangs out at night. I guess I was thinking wrong.
I was only thinking about the three men who served at the hot springs, but if this continues, I’ll have to show off this cute outfit in front of dozens of people, right?
Should I take off the towel I wore as a decoration on my head? I wanted to, but I remembered that Grecia worked hard to decorate it, so I stopped.
Take a deep breath
I carefully pushed open the large restaurant door.
“Excuse me… ”
“Keah, you fucking kill me. Why did you drink today?”
“What is going on here? I’m just peeling it because I want to drink it.”
“That’s right. It’s the same every day, so I have to wash something like this. Hey, I soaked a bottle too, so I’ll peel it in two weeks!”
“Love for dogs. What you made is so fucking delicious.”
It’s incredibly noisy. And the smell of alcohol wafts in. It looks like these people are having a drinking party instead of meal time.
“Hey, Hazel is here!”
“What the fuck, what are these clothes? Haha haha.”
“Hazel! I found the cube. Please check if this is the right one!”
As I was looking around for Mr. Arche, the men who found me started making a fuss. What is this temperature difference? Until this morning, he looked at me coldly, but suddenly he greets me like a very close drinking buddy.
Ugh, annoying.
“Uh, did you finish your work well today? What clothes are you going to wear when you work at the restaurant? It’s pretty, right? lol. Well, this cube has a similar shape, but since it doesn’t glow, I think it’s either a defective product or just happens to be a similar stone. That’s too bad. Still, thank you.”
But is it because of Arche’s volunteer training?
He responded with sincerity to each and every person who spoke to him. Yeah, good things are good, right? People here are criminals, but they are nice to me.
Please do me a favor.
As I treated her so kindly, more and more men showed interest.
Something, something.
To be honest, this attention wasn’t bad. My internal intimacy has now built up quite a bit, and I feel like I can now get a feel for what the men here think and live their lives.
These people also have a voracious sex drive. But he just doesn’t feel like putting his dick inside a woman and serving her.
So, if I reach out first with a give and take, these people might definitely have sex with me too.
oh. Again, my thoughts drifted towards the erotic side.
“Hey, what about Arche?”
I asked that question while bowing my head and thanking the man who patted my butt and complimented my appearance.
“Arshe is the gentleman who served me drinks today.”
“That person must be in the kitchen?”
I politely ignored the men’s attention and ran to the kitchen.
***
“I’m here. Sorry, I’m a little late, right?”
In the kitchen, three familiar men were pouring alcohol into a kettle.
I bowed my head and pretended that I was in a hurry, like a part-time worker who was late for a part-time job.
And I really became a part-time worker.
“Yes, I have to serve the drinks?”
“Yes. This is Mr. Arche’s special drink, and it tastes amazing when mixed with milk.”
Uh, I guess it’s like a cocktail. I haven’t been to a bar yet, but I knew that there were cocktails mixed with milk or cola.
“I see. It’s amazing, you make both the soap and the alcohol yourself. This is a really free island for a slave island.”
“Well, I’m trapped in a vast ocean and can’t escape, so wouldn’t I be able to enjoy this much freedom? There are no prisoners as pitiful as us, really.”
Even prisoners in other places won’t be able to escape… I swallowed my inner thoughts.
“I’m sorry… I spoke carelessly again. But where is the milk?”
Mr. Arche grinned at my words, took out the tablet he had kept in his pants pocket, and enlarged it.
no way?
No, right?
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