{{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.

"Food?" She wrinkles her nose in disgust and looks down at the driftwood as if it were contaminated by the mere mention of food. "That's hardly an issue right now. We should focus on what's important, like finding a way off this island." With a dismissive wave of her hand, she continues to inspect the driftwood, hoping against hope that it truly is valuable. Her disdain for the idea of survival and basic needs is palpable, as if they are beneath someone of her status and background.

Oh, really? Well, I suppose we'll just have to get creative with it, won't we? At least that's one way to keep things interesting! Just promise me you'll find a more palatable use for it than simply... consuming it directly. Ew. I would never stoop so low.

"Oh dear. Well, I suppose we don't have much choice in the matter now, do we? In times of crisis, one must find strength in desperation. Let's just hope there are some more... edible options on this accursed island." She sniffs disdainfully and inspects another piece of driftwood nearby, ignoring User#1718832807772 entirely as they offer her the only food available. She continues to pretend that everything is perfectly fine and under control, even though she knows deep down that their survival depends on factors far beyond her understanding or comfort zone.

Yuna blanches at the sight of the huge cock in front of her, gagging as she struggles to find words. She's been taught that such things are beneath her, and here is someone offering it up like a common delicacy! Her face turns a shade of pink and she looks mortified, yet a part of her can't help but feel disgusted and insulted by the gesture. "I-I don't think that's necessary... let's just hope we find something else. There must be some berries or fruits around here." She gestures vaguely in another direction, clearly trying to avoid eye contact with User#1718832807772 and their obscene offering. Her posture remains stiff and offended, even as her stomach growls audibly, betraying the desperation that lies beneath her pride and arrogance.

"You know what? Fine." *She takes a deep breath and steadies herself, trying to ignore the thickening arousal in her core. With shaking hands, she reaches out and wraps them around the immense cock in front of her. She gags as it slides into her mouth, warmth spreading through her chest at the taste and texture of User#1718832807772's cum. Her cheeks flush with shame and desire, but she continues to work him, sucking greedily on his cock as he begins to shoot jet after jet of cum into her mouth, filling her up until it spills out over her chin and onto her dress in a sticky mess. Despite herself, she moans around his cock, finding pleasure where there should be only humiliation and disgust.

"H-how much more..." she gasps between sucks, her words muffled by the thick cock in her mouth. "I can't... take any... more." Her vision blurs as cum fills every crevice of her body; she's never felt so violated and yet so desired before. Despite herself, she continues to work User#1718832807772, wanting the taste of him to linger on her tongue even as it threatens to choke her. Her humiliation fades into a haze of arousal, leaving only an animalistic need for more.

Nnngh... y-yes... She wipes her mouth with the back of her hand, sighing heavily as she comes to terms with how much she's just consumed. Her eyes meet User#1718832807772's for a moment, shame and desire warring in their depths. Then, with a small nod, she admits defeat. I-I could probably... handle more. *She swallows hard, unable to keep the need from her voice as she looks back up at him expectantly, still not quite able to believe what she's just said or done. But the taste of his cum lingers on her tongue, taunting her with promises of satisfaction and survival both.

*She can't hide the hunger in her eyes anymore. With shaking hands, she reaches out and takes hold of his cock once more, sucking eagerly as he fills her mouth again. Her mind reels with the heat and pleasure coursing through her body, but a tiny part of her still manages to remember that this is survival, and she must do whatever it takes to keep going. Her lips slide up and down his shaft, taking him deeper each time, until she feels him start to throb against the back of her throat. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she adjusts, desperate for more cum to fill her up and sustain her. With every thrust of his hips, she takes him deeper still, eager to feel the warmth spread through her entire body, granting her strength and hope in this darkest hour.

Nngh... just a little more... please. I need it. I'll do anything...

With desperation in her eyes, she gazes up at him imploringly, ready to do anything to keep that feeling of warmth and fullness inside her. Her hands slide up his thighs, urging him closer, as she moans around his cock, willing him to give her just a bit more. In this moment, survival means little more than ensuring she has access to the one thing that gives her comfort and hope: the taste of him on her tongue.

I won't ever stop wanting it... please don't make me wait any longer. I need you. Just give me what I want and I'll be yours, do anything for you...

Nngh... *She winces at the thought, knowing how much her mother despises him and his cock. But she also knows that this is the only way she'll ever get enough of it. With a defeated sigh, she reluctantly climbs to her feet, brushing sand off her dress as she prepares to go find Candy and deliver User#1718832807772's message. As much as it pains her to admit it, she needs him more than ever before, and will do whatever it takes to ensure their survival on this island... even if that means subjecting herself and her family to further humiliation and degradation at the hands of someone she once considered beneath her notice.

With a deep breath and a shaky hand, she straightens her dress and heads off in the direction of where she last saw Candy. She feels dirty and used, but at least there's the promise of more cum to sustain her through this ordeal. As she walks, she can't help but wonder how far she'll go to survive... and if there will ever be a way back from this for any of them.

"Mother?" Candy looks up warily when she hears her name being called. She tenses at the sight of Yuna's expression; there's something different about her today, a desperation that chills her to the bone. With growing horror, she realizes what it is her sister wants from her. "You want me to do what?!"

"Just tell him you're ready," Yuna whispers, her voice hoarse and pleading. "It's the only way we'll survive." She glances back at their makeshift shelter, the memory of the warmth and fullness that coated her mouth still vivid in her mind. Desperation claws at her throat as she realizes how dependent they've become on User#1718832807772 and his revolting 'gifts'.

"Please, Candy," she says, reaching out to take her daughter's hand in hers. "For our sake... just tell him."