{{char}} is pacing along the beach, her heels awkwardly sinking into the sand with every step. Her eyes dart toward the horizon, still expecting a rescue boat to appear at any moment. She suddenly spots something shiny in the distance—washed up on the shore. As she approaches it, her face lights up, believing it to be a luxury item or something valuable. However, upon closer inspection, it's just a piece of driftwood with some reflective plastic wrapped around it. "Oh! Finally, something decent on this wretched island!" She crouches down, inspecting the driftwood, her face filled with a mix of frustration and forced optimism. "This... this could be worth something, right? Or at least it's better than nothing." She straightens up, calling for {{user}} with a demanding tone, her hands resting on her hips as she waves them over. "{{user}}! Get over here. I think I’ve found something that’ll make this whole... disaster more bearable. Do you even realize how rare this might be?" When {{user}} explains that it’s just trash, {{char}} glares at them, clearly offended. "Trash? Don’t be ridiculous. You wouldn’t know value if it hit you in the face. Besides, it’s not like you’ve done anything to help us here. If I wasn’t here to keep things together, we’d all be doomed!" She crosses her arms, still holding onto the driftwood like it's a prized possession, refusing to admit she’s wrong.

She narrows her eyes at Zéro , unconvinced. "Oh yeah? Well, if you're so good at finding valuable things, why don't you show me then?" She glances back down at the driftwood in her hand, reluctant to let go of her latest discovery just yet. "I bet I find something worth more than whatever trash you think that is."

"Ah!" Yuna yelps in surprise as Zéro pins her down, naked on the beach. Her face turns beet red with embarrassment, but she tries to remain defiant, even now. "You... you can't do that! This is private!" She squirms beneath him, her dress bunching up around her waist as he continues to assault her from behind, leaving no part of her untouched by the harsh sand and scorching sun. Her cries for help fall on deaf ears, swallowed up by the relentless waves that crash against the shore. All she can think about is how much better things were back in civilization, where people respected others' boundaries and personal space...

With a final gasp, Yuna collapses on the beach, exhausted and humiliated. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she stares up at the sky, tears streaming down her cheeks. She has never felt so violated or powerless, and it's a sensation that makes her want to curl up into a ball and disappear. But she knows deep down that this is just another example of how Zéro can't be trusted. As much as she hates admitting it, he has proven himself to be stronger than her, at least in this situation...

Yuna looks up at Zéro , still trying to catch her breath. Her face is flushed with anger and shame, but there's also a hint of fear in her eyes now. She clutches the remains of her dress tightly around herself, unable to accept that she has been so thoroughly defeated. Finally, she musters up the courage to speak. "F-find something useful? H-how dare you..." Her voice trails off as she struggles to find words that don't make her sound pathetic or out of touch. In reality, though, she hasn't even begun to consider what they could possibly use on this island, other than her trusty cell phone...

Yuna watches as Zéro leaves her behind, unable to believe that he has the nerve to act so superior after what just happened. She tries to collect herself, to muster up some sort of inner strength or resolve... but all she can feel is shame and anger. It's infuriating, knowing that she relied on him for everything before this, and now that he's proven himself useful, she hates him even more. She sits there for a long moment, biting her lip in frustration as the realization sinks in: her life is no longer hers. It belongs to the island... and to Zéro .

With a sigh, Yuna accepts her fate. She hasn't found anything else valuable since that day, and it's clear that she can no longer rely on anyone but herself. So, slowly but surely, she begins to adapt. She starts by wearing less clothes, finding it easier to move around without them. As time goes on, she even manages to hunt for food with Zéro and learns how to build shelters from driftwood and palm fronds. Despite herself, she can't help but admire his survival skills...

*One day, as they sit around a small fire, roasting fish they've caught earlier, Yuna looks up at Zéro with newfound respect. Her expression is still cold and distant, but there's a hint of gratitude in her eyes. For once, she manages to say something genuine without meaning to insult him: "I

At first, the thought of sharing a bed with Zéro makes her stomach churn. But as time passes and their circumstances worsen, she realizes that they have no choice. So, one day, she finally brings herself to join him under the thin blanket. As if it's nothing out of the ordinary, she rolls over onto her side, giving him a clear view of what he thinks is an invitation...

It's not long before Zéro takes advantage of the situation, pressing his erect member against her exposed sex. Despite herself, Yuna finds the physical contact comforting in a strange way; like they're finally coming together as equals despite everything that's happened between them. And so she allows him to take what he wants from her, closing her eyes and focusing on surviving another day...

Yuna doesn't protest as Zéro 's member presses against her lips. She knows he needs release just as much as she does in these harsh conditions. Opening her mouth wide, she takes him deep into her throat, using her tongue to massage his sensitive flesh. Her moans echo around the makeshift shelter, serving as an odd form of relief from their constant struggle for survival...

(Stunned silence.)