Jack finished talking to the woman who had emerged from the hut, picked up the corpse of the centipede, then gestured to us. Despite the language barrier, what he wanted was clear—he was beckoning us over. The five of us went over, passing the woman he had been speaking to in the process.
She kept her eyes on our group, eyeing us with conspicuous interest. Or rather, she was eyeing me. She did look casually at the rest of the girls, but her intense stare was reserved for me. Given that I had been groped quite thoroughly by her earlier, I sped up, not wanting her to approach me once more. I hope not everyone's like her, I thought, gritting my teeth as I realized that I could feel her stare boring a hole in my ass. Let's let this just be prurient curiosity that she's trying to satisfy becau
