ISLE OF LUST

An Yan stared expressionlessly at the boundless sea. Beneath the blue sky, the seemingly carefree ocean was filled with both tranquility and mystery.

The waves struck the shore with a soft rustling crash, and the wind carried the salty, damp scent of the sea toward her, pulling her back into memories from a few days ago.

Not long ago, that disgusting family had sent her back to this impoverished little island. They even dressed it up as a kind gesture, claiming they wanted her to visit the so-called grandfather they had long forgotten in some corner of their lives.

When she first saw the old man, he was already lying on a crude bed, sickly and frail, looking as if he would not live much longer.

Yet he was delighted by her arrival, calling her “granddaughter” again and again with warm affection.

He treated her extremely well. Though there was no meat, no delicacies, no luxurious food, he gave her a warmth she had never received before.

But perhaps heaven had never favored her. The old man only managed to hold on for a few days before he passed away, and that brief warmth left with him.

That day, she did not cry.

The old man lay peacefully on the bed, a satisfied smile still lingering at the corners of his mouth. It seemed he had no regrets.

A few of the elderly villagers came that day as well. After offering her a few symbolic words of comfort and helping arrange the body in a simple way, they all sighed and left.

They knew that before long, they themselves would probably end up the same way. They just didn’t know whether anyone would still be around to bury them when that time came.

Watching the old people hobble away, An Yan suddenly realized that there were barely any people left on the island. In a few years, it would likely become a dead island. The few remaining residents were already so old that they wouldn’t last many more years.

But just like the island, her fate had also been pushed to the brink.

Since that family could heartlessly abandon her on this nearly deserted island, it meant they had completely left her to fend for herself, pushing her toward the edge of death.

People had always been so cruel.

An Yan gave a faint, expressionless smile.

The sky gradually turned grayish white. Without noticing, dusk had almost passed. A trace of dying sunset hung weakly in the distance, like the last flicker of a candle struggling before it went out.

An Yan slowly stood up from the reef. Her legs were numb from sitting too long.

She swayed slightly, steadied herself, and began walking as if nothing had happened.

There was probably enough food left in the house for two more days. But she didn’t want to die like this. She didn’t want things to go the way that disgusting family wanted.

She wanted to live. And she would live better than anyone else.

The broken door, the dilapidated house—it all looked as if it could collapse under a storm.

An Yan stood at the entrance staring for a long time before finally stepping inside.

There was no warning.

A thick arm suddenly covered her mouth, and a fierce male voice sounded from behind her.

“Don’t move!”

Something hard and metallic pressed against her neck. An Yan nodded calmly, though her hands trembled uncontrollably.

The already small house had been completely turned upside down. Things were scattered everywhere.

The man’s breathing was heavy. An Yan could smell the chaotic mixture of scents on him. It was unpleasant. Beneath it lingered a faint smell of blood. Not strong, but obvious—he was injured.

An Yan forced herself to stay calm and began calculating the most advantageous option for herself.

The food in the house probably couldn’t be saved. Even if the man spared her, she wouldn’t survive many more days. If she somehow managed to kill him, she herself wouldn’t last a week. And even injured, she was absolutely not his opponent.

Running away wasn’t a good option either. Even if she managed to escape, she had nowhere to go. Besides, the murderous aura around this man was obvious. She might anger him before she even got out the door and be killed on the spot.

So the only thing she could do now was obey him and somehow find a way to make him take her with him.

But even she had no confidence in that possibility.

“Is there any medicine in your suitcase?”

The man’s cold voice came from behind.

Medicine?

An Yan followed his gaze to the battered suitcase lying nearby.

Her eyes darkened with mockery. Before that family drove her out, they had pretended to be generous and stuffed her suitcase with a pile of useless things, letting her leave their house carrying their so-called kindness.

She wanted to say she didn’t know. But she knew she couldn’t.

After thinking for a moment, An Yan calmly said,

“There should be some basic medicine inside.”

“Bring it to me.”

“…Okay.”

The man released his hold on her. Without turning around, she slowly walked toward the suitcase.

His burning gaze never left her back. An Yan was certain that if she showed even the slightest sign of resistance, he would kill her without hesitation.

The zipper’s sharp sound echoed through the silent room.

When the suitcase opened, several sets of women’s clothes appeared inside. An Yan ignored them and began rummaging for what he wanted.

Cold medicine. Anti-diarrhea pills. Digestive tablets. Various random supplies.

“Ah—”

The things in An Yan’s hands fell to the floor as the man suddenly grabbed her waist from behind and threw her onto the nearby bed, which creaked harshly.

“You little slut! Are you that desperate? Trying to seduce a man already?”

His hand kneaded her buttocks suggestively.

“I didn’t! Let go of me—no—!”

Rip—

Her clothes were torn to pieces and fell away.

“Let go of me! Don’t touch me! Ah—!”

An Yan struggled like a madwoman, but her resistance only angered him further. He grabbed her hair mercilessly.

The pain forced her to regain a bit of rationality. She bit her lip hard, humiliation flooding her chest.

But she had to endure it.

If he wanted her body, then let him take it.

The man leaned close to her neck and inhaled deeply.

“Mm… just as I thought. Sweet.”

Her head was forced back by the grip on her hair. She could almost imagine the intoxicated expression on his face.

“Little slut, do you know how many years it’s been since I touched a woman? You’re still so inexperienced, but the way your ass swayed just now was damn tempting. Makes me want to fuck you until you break.”

His dark, perverted voice brushed against her ear.

“Don’t look so ready to die.”

He suddenly grabbed her chin.

“You can’t escape anyway. Little slut, you’re still a virgin, aren’t you? Then let me be your first man. I’ll break you in properly.”

Silent tears slid down An Yan’s face.

She hated him. She hated herself even more for being so weak.

He bit hard into her neck, and a muffled cry escaped her restrained lips.

His hand moved to roughly knead her small breasts.

“So small and cute. But they need a man to massage them often so they’ll grow bigger. Don’t you think?”

“You… shut up! Stop talking! Stop—ah—!”

“Not a good girl,” he sneered. “You should say yes.”

His palm smacked her butt hard, the sharp sound filling the room.

Shame burned through her body.

Pinned beneath him, her clothes already shredded, tears covered her face.

She wanted to scream and fight back, but it would only bring harsher treatment.

Behind her came his heavy breathing. His rough hands toyed with her inexperienced body before forcing themselves inside her dry entrance.

“Ah!”

Her hands clenched tightly.

The pain cut to the bone.

“Fuck, you’re tight!”

He laughed crudely and smacked her again.

An Yan bit her lip hard, swallowing the bitterness.

But fear and rejection filled her heart.

Behind her came the sound of clothing falling away.

Then something hot and hard pressed against her.

“Please! Don’t! Let me go!”

She cried desperately, twisting her hips to escape him.

“Too much nonsense.”

He pinned her down.

“Don’t struggle unless you want more pain.”

But suddenly she broke free for a moment—only to have him grab her wrists and shove her into the corner of the bed.

Under the dim orange light, An Yan finally saw his face clearly.

Short buzzed hair. Eyes like a wolf’s—cold and terrifying. His features weren’t particularly striking, and his skin was deeply tanned, but there was a fierce determination about him that made him anything but ordinary.

She shrank back instinctively, but there was nowhere to retreat.

She regretted resisting him.

A man like this was not someone she should provoke.

He wore a short-sleeved camouflage shirt. His pants were gone, revealing an enormous erection. His body was packed with hard muscle.

If she hadn’t been forced, she might even have found this type of man attractive.

He almost looked like a soldier.

But there was no righteousness in him—only rough, dangerous arrogance.

“So now you’re scared.”

He smirked coldly and dragged her closer.

Seeing the fear in her eyes, he suddenly burst into laughter.

“Little girl, stop struggling. If you make me feel good tonight, maybe I’ll let you live.”

An Yan stared at him in terror, unable to speak.

He buried his face in her neck and inhaled deeply.

“Ah… the smell of a woman. So good.”

Her face flushed with humiliation.

He bit down hard on her back, his teeth growing harsher.

“Pain! Let go—!”

“Shut up!”

He pinned her down and lifted her leg, exposing her trembling body.

His breathing grew chaotic.

Without waiting, he thrust inside her, tearing through her virgin membrane.

“Ah—!”

An Yan screamed in agony.

The pain was unbearable.

She struggled wildly.

“You crazy bastard! Let me go! Pervert! Stop—please—stop… it hurts…”

Her body felt torn apart as he thrust violently.

“You little slut, relax or I’ll fuck you to pieces!”

He forced her legs open wider.

“No—! It hurts—!”

Pain and humiliation consumed her.

Her hatred burned.

She would never forgive him.

Never.

Her screams filled the room as she clawed at him, leaving scratches across his body.

Finally—

Smack.

A hard slap struck her face.

Blood filled her mouth.

“Don’t push your luck,” he snarled. “You’re just a whore. I could snap your neck right now.”

Humiliated tears flowed silently as she closed her eyes.

Her body felt numb now.

He continued pounding into her mercilessly.

“Cry out! Don’t pretend to be mute!”

He flipped her over and took her from behind, thrusting even deeper.

The pain slowly mixed with strange sensations.

Her dry body gradually grew wet.

Her cries began to change.

“Feeling it now?” he mocked.

She hated him.

But she hated herself even more.

The strange sensation spread through her nerves.

Their breathing tangled together.

Suddenly his movements grew frantic.

“Fuck—I’m coming!”

He slammed into her harder and faster.

“Take it all!”

He forced her hips still as he ejaculated deeply inside her.

“No—!”

But when the hot flood filled her body, her strength collapsed.

Her mind went blank.

Yet he wasn’t finished.

He pulled her upright by the chin.

“Woman, this is just the beginning. Tonight I’m going to fuck you until I’m satisfied—make up for all the years I’ve been deprived.”

An Yan’s eyes were empty.

Thick semen slowly leaked from her body before his erection pushed back inside again.

“I’ll empty every drop into you tonight.”

His filthy voice snapped her back to reality.

“No!”

She trembled.

“Not your choice.”

He forced her down again.

Tears slid silently from her eyes.

This humiliating night—

she would never forget it.

Never.