Chapter 6 - The Tyrant (2)

Blink.

Boyeon's vision flickered.

She couldn't remember what was happening to her or what she was doing. It was like being drunk. Her mind was foggy, and her memories were cut off.

I'm not sure if this even counts as sex anymore. In the beginning, it felt like it - but then, it turned into more of a hunt. There was no use in resisting or trying to run away; I had no choice but to bend to his desires.

It wasn't the pain that broke her spirit, but rather the intense pleasure. It brought her to the point of losing control. She kept reaching peak after peak. Even now, she remained drenched, and her body felt heavy. Sticky fluid streamed out from within her. Her abdomen throbbed from experiencing such extreme trauma.

"Haa, phew... haaa..."

She felt like a mindless fool as saliva dripped from her mouth. Suddenly, there was a burst of laughter ringing through the room. She could feel a pair of warm hands gently tucking back her mussed hair. Through her tear-stained eyes, she caught a glimpse of a handsome man in the prime of his life - perhaps twenty years old or a few years older. For the first time since meeting him, she didn't find him scary; in fact, he seemed quite attractive.

He got up and pulled out his member from inside her, causing his seed to spill out like water from a broken hose. He glanced at Boyeon, who was still trembling and twitching, before leaving without saying a word. She felt relieved that it was all over and couldn't bring herself to dwell on the misery of what had just happened.

Left alone, Boyeon struggled to lift herself up with grunts and groans. Her body felt paralyzed, refusing to move. All she could manage was to slightly raise her limbs and pant like a dog. Thick white fluid seeped out from between her legs, and only then did she feel fear and break down into sobs.

"Sob, hic..."

"I told you not to spill it."

Boyeon's back stiffened as he chided her.

What is he talking about? When did he say that?

Tears instantly welled up in her eyes, and she was so surprised that she couldn't move. She heard the sound of footsteps drawing near, causing her to panic even more. Suddenly, before she could even think about what was going on, he was right beside her, pulling her onto his lap and holding her close. He cradled her like a child, gently tilting the water bottle towards her lips.

"Mmh!"

A cool stream of water flowed into her mouth, and Boyeon couldn't believe it. She had expected to be tortured with the water, but instead he was giving her a drink. The gentle slope of the bottle allowed the water to trickle slowly into her parched mouth, tantalizing her taste buds with its sweetness. Squinting her eyes, she eagerly gulped down the water until she pushed it away with her hand, signaling that she had enough.

She had greedily devoured more than half the bottle when he finally took a drink for himself. It touched Boyeon deeply that he had taken care of her needs before tending to his own thirst. As she stared at his incredibly handsome face in awe, she couldn't help but feel like he was a devil - dangerous, cruel, yet undeniably alluring.

Without hesitation, Dokyung tossed the empty water bottle aside and laid Boyeon down on the bed. Like an animal seeking nourishment from its mother's milk, he found her nipple and latched onto it with his cold, wet mouth. Despite being such a small part of her body, it sent shivers through every inch of her skin.

"Ha, hnng...!"

In an instant, her head turned white. The sudden, intense sexual sensation frightened her, but her hole was honest, already wet.

“We're, ngh, d-doing it again...?”

"Three or four more days."

...How many more days?” Boyeon's exhausted complexion bleached white in shock.

"I-I can't, hic... Please don't kill me..."

"You worry too much about everything."

The man who had almost choked Boyeon in his earlier excitement responded indifferently, as though Boyeon's worry was trivial.

"If I had wanted you dead, you would have been killed from the start."

“…….”

Was that supposed to be reassuring?

Boyeon was at a loss for words, so she stayed silent as Dokyung continued to suck on her breasts. His erection pressed against her thighs - she was afraid of how tremendously thick it was and wondered how it got there. In an attempt to buy time, she whispered a question in desperation.

"Hey, hng, I have, a question...!"

Still, the reason she asked was because she knew he would answer her questions properly. Dokyung, with a frown on his face, stopped as she begged and pushed away his misbehaving hand that was kneading her breast.

“…….”

Boyeon stiffened with nervousness as she met his frosty eyes that seemed to cut through her flesh. It dawned on her in the back of her mind that he didn't like to be stopped. Her frightened eyes widened pitifully.

Dokyung was a ticking time bomb, a tyrant, but Boyeon was now a woman he had taken in his arms. He may have taken pleasure being violent towards zombies who were once human, but he also had a strong protective instinct towards women. He didn't want to use violence against someone he held close to his body, even if they did upset him.

"Ask."

Dokyung sighed softly, hugging the soft woman and nibbling on the nape of her neck. He was like a beast, gnashing his teeth on the bones to relieve his frustration.

"M-mutant zombies, I, ngh, haven't seen one..."

Hah. Annoyance seeped through his sigh.

"There are many types. What exactly are you interested in?"

"Everything...?"

“…….”

Faced with Boyeon's uncertain reply, a coldness flickered in Dokyung's eyes.

"Well, like the general traits..."

Boyeon quickly amended her statement.

"Different enough to be recognizable on sight."

As anticipated, Dokyung was irritated but started to describe in a measured voice.

"They consist of human bones and muscles, stuffing anything they can find into their mouths. Their size and hardness depend on their diet, and some are so dense that bullets can't penetrate them."

"Th-Then, what should you do?"

"You target their eyeballs and gouge them out."

“…….”

"Or use a grenade on them."

“…….”

Boyeon was trembling, the scene he described was like something out of a horror movie. It was both terrifying and revolting to imagine.

"But you mentioned that mutants attack even those who are immune. So, don't you get infected when bitten by a mutant?"

"People say different things, and I haven't witnessed any cases myself. I've seen at least three people who claimed immunity get devoured."

“…….”

That implies they died before any infection could take hold. The thought of a man-eating monster was nauseating to Boyeon.

But since he hasn't witnessed an infection from a mutant bite, could it be that he was bitten by a regular zombie and then discovered his immunity?

Watching him dispatch zombies with ease, Boyeon found it hard to believe he'd ever been bitten.

Had he not been aware of his immunity, he surely would have been more cautious.

"How did you get bitten?"

"Who knows."

For the first time, he failed to provide a proper response. Instead of evading the question, it appeared he was simply irritated and decided to disregard her. It didn't appear to be anything serious, so the need to conceal it was puzzling. Boyeon was confused, yet she chose not to pursue the matter further.

"Ah-ngh...!"

He took her by surprise, spreading her legs and entering her without warning. It was clear that he had at least somewhat listened to what she had said, but the despicable act still shocked Boyeon.

"Hah..."

He let out a satisfied breath as he filled the open space inside of her. Boyeon grabbed onto his arm, finding courage as she saw warmth return to his cold face.

"Ou-outside... hng, can you, do it outside...?

"What."

He asked her to repeat herself even though it was obvious he knew what she meant. Boyeon bit her lip hard.

"Cum..."

"I saw you take some."

He truly was a tyrant. Boyeon sobbed, tears streaming down her face.

“Even if I take birth control pills, hah, have to be careful for at least a week... hng, what if I get pregnant, haaa..!”

Although Boyeon said this, she doubted her chances of getting pregnant. The fact that she hadn't had her period in three months meant that her body knew it wasn't the right time to conceive. Extreme stress from a disaster can also disrupt menstruation and decrease the likelihood of pregnancy. Because she had already mentioned missing her period, Dokyung didn't think twice about ejaculating inside of her.

"What if you get pregnant."

"Hmm, ngh..."

But when Dokyung made that sarcastic remark, Boyeon looked hurt and foolish. She nervously sobbed at her own naivete, tears continuing to fall uncontrollably. Although her hole was still tight, she cried bitterly as if he had done something wrong, making Dokyung feel guilty.

“Hah, I’ll take responsibility, so stop.”

He stopped moving and warned.

“…….”

In that moment, Boyeon felt an indescribable emotion.

On one hand, she thought he was just saying this to get himself out of trouble, but on the other hand, she felt strange because she didn't think he would lie with such a tyrannical personality.

Responsible for what? How?

“No, this, p-pregnancy, won't happen.... I haven't had my period in a while....”

Boyeon stopped crying and mumbled in confusion.

“…….”

Then, why the hell did she even ask?

Dokyung's eyes were cold as he looked down at her, her face twisted in humiliation. He wasn't sure if she was just a naive woman or a cunning seductress, but he kept his thoughts to himself.

He lifted his hips without saying a word. The bright red nipples he had been playing with a moment ago were now shaking deliciously. He devoured her and fucked her violently as if punishing her.

"Hah, ngh... Ahh!!"

"Just focus on getting fucked. Don't be a nuisance."

Dokyung ruthlessly fondled Boyeon's nipples and thrust into her like a wild animal.

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Dokyung was captivated by the act, determined to spend at least three or four days secluded in the bunker, exploring and mastering every inch of the pretty, curvaceous woman's body to thoroughly tame her.

But his plans were derailed on the first day when she passed out from exhaustion after his second ejaculation. He allowed her to sleep through the night, but when she woke up, she was too sore to move. He gave her some painkillers, but they had the unintended effect of keeping her in a haze for the next two days. He had no choice but to let her rest and recover, afraid of causing further harm to her body.

He glared at Boyeon, who was still eating in a daze. As she finished her meal, his gaze intensified.

"Chew and swallow."

His voice was commanding as he snapped off a piece of a high-calorie chocolate bar and pushed it into Boyeon's mouth.

"Mmph!"

Boyeon's eyes widened in shock at the abrupt action, and she reluctantly chewed. The sweet caramel melted stickily in her mouth. She wasn't sure if it was her fondness for sweets or the sugar rush, but the slight resentment in her eyes faded away.

"Come out."

Dokyung, growing impatient with Boyeon's slow pace, pulled her out of the room.

"W-Where are we going?"

"It's safe to walk around the yard; it's enclosed."

She ascended the basement stairs for the second time since their meeting.

"Ah..."

She gazed at the house she longed for, now a nostalgic sight. Boyeon stood in the living room, bathed in intense sunlight, fixated on a family photograph. The light gleamed off the glass frame, dazzling. Her retinas, struggling to adapt to the brightness after prolonged time spent underground, quivered. The threat of tears made her eyes burn.

“I'd like to take a few things....”

Boyeon looked at the family photo and spoke as though making a request. Dokyung remained unresponsive, signaling permission through silence.

Boyeon opened her suitcase, placing inside a selection of items. Flipping through the photo album, she discovered a family picture identical to the one on the wall, only smaller. The palm-sized image captured faces she might never encounter again. It was her sole regret—not taking any other photographs. She packed her passport and ID, just in case, focusing mainly on essentials for everyday life.

Attempting to pack activewear, she found the closet bare. Someone had already claimed them. It didn't trouble her much; after all, she had taken medication from a pharmacy herself. Her only hope was that it had helped someone in need.

As Boyeon reached to open a drawer, she caught sight of Dokyung behind her, silently observing.

"Aaah, gh...!"

Startled by her own scream, Boyeon clapped a hand over her mouth, the guttural sound of a cough muffled in her throat. She hastily stifled the noise, relieved that the room's secluded location at the back of the house prevented any disturbance from being noticed outside.

“…….”

Dokyung's gaze lingered on the open drawer. It was where she kept her underwear, but it was a mess, like someone had been tampering with it for a while. Boyeon's student ID and photos were scattered all over the place. Worse yet, the crumpled underwear and photos were covered with a thick layer of dried white powder. The photo on the student ID card was particularly smudged and unrecognizable.

[Moon Boyeon, Department of Biological Sciences, Hankuk University]

At least the letters on the student ID card were visible, so it was clear who it belonged to. As if to replace the blurred photo, four photos of Boyeon wearing a bunny headband and smiling brightly were sticky attached right next to it.

"W-Who would do this..."

“Probably the same asshole who jerked off to your other picture.”

He muttered under his breath and kicked the drawer with his foot, causing the not-so-old furniture to shatter with a loud bang. Boyeon's shoulders shook at the violent act.

“Or maybe I would have done it. What are you doing, leaving a hole that opens on its own?"

“…….”

Her heart sank, startled by the loud sound. Not knowing what to say, Boyeon just stood there with a blank expression on her face.

"Anything else?" he asked.

"T-There is. New..."

She pressed her hand firmly against her throbbing chest and rummaged through the other closet. It was where she kept her new, unwrapped underwear, which hadn't been touched because she'd stored it deep inside.

Few Korean underwear brands came in her size, so she'd been forced to wear ill-fitting underwear until she found a foreign brand that offered underwear fittings. Before that, she'd been so uncomfortable in her underwear that finding something that fit was like discovering a whole new world. After that, she'd gotten into the habit of keeping anything that fit, so she had plenty of new underwear.

"Good thinking."

As Boyeon was packing up the underwear, he suddenly walked out the door. She hurriedly pursued him and encountered a zombie attempting to scale the wall. Attracted by the noise of Dokyung kicking a drawer, the zombie had approached. Fortunately, the absence of nearby apartments meant there were few zombies.

He seized the zombie by the head and forcefully slammed it against the wall. It tumbled, disregarded Dokyung, and charged towards Boyeon. It moved with the characteristic unsteady shuffle of a zombie, its movements horrifying. Yet Dokyung grasped its head once more and dragged it inside.

"What, what are you doing..."

"Kuaaaah! Kugh!"

The moment the zombie heard Boyeon's voice, it became frenzied. Dokyung struck the creature's jaw, and though it appeared to be a gentle hit, its jawbone shattered, rendering the zombie incapable of biting until its mangled muscles healed.

“…….”

The zombie was quickly restrained with ropes. Even gagged and with its face bound from nose to chin, it still managed to glare at Boyeon with fiery red eyes. Restricted, the zombie could only thrash at Boyeon, grotesquely contorting its limbs in unnatural ways that a human body shouldn't be able to.

"Ugh! Ugh! Ooooh!

With its hands and feet bound and a rope around its neck, the zombie could only wriggle on the ground within a limited radius. Yet, the sheer force it exerted, driven by blind rage, sent a shiver down Boyeon's spine.

"Take a breath."

He retrieved an inhaler from Boyeon's pocket and pressed it to her lips.

Chick!

Boyeon, who had been unwittingly holding her breath, gasped and inhaled the powder in a rush.

"Ha... phew, I-I'm sorry..."

Feeling pathetic for herself, she apologized as soon as she regained her breath. He seemed slightly confused.

"Why are you apologizing?"

"What? Oh... Well, you were trying to teach me how to fight zombies, right? But I was being somewhat frustrating..."

Boyeon was just a regular college student. Stress triggered her asthma, and she had no experience with zombies. Fear was a natural response, and she was powerless. Dokyung had anticipated this reaction, so he wasn't particularly concerned.

The thought of teaching her combat never crossed his mind. He preferred she operate the drones, considering her current unsuitability for combat training. At best, he could show her how to land a hit, just enough to give her time to run away. It was merely a stopgap measure, and he questioned whether his actions held any meaning.

He had no specific reason for bringing in the zombie. That night, when they went out, Boyeon felt sick from the smell alone, and he worried that witnessing a zombie's head burst might trigger her asthma again. So, he brought one in, hoping she'd acclimate by confronting it directly.

"You have only one role to fulfill for me, and you just need to excel at that."

Dokyung was not one to elaborate on his thoughts. He spoke succinctly, devoid of emotion.

"Just look at it and breathe."

“…….”

Boyeon experienced an odd sensation.

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Translator's Corner:

Aww he is starting to care for her. And he even brought her a pet! How sweet. ^w^

(also jeez, her poor photos! ick)