Antisocial Chapter 12

Chapter 12. Tyrant

His speed didn’t slow down at all. He spurted like crazy, crushing Bo-yeon, who was writhing like an insect. All of her muscles trembled abnormally and twisted. The man pulled out, and Bo-yeon’s hair was grabbed tightly. 

“Suck it.” 

Her face was immediately pressed against the man’s genitals. Grabbing Bo-yeon’s hair roughly, Do-kyung shoved his penis deep into her narrow mouth. His pillar could barely fit inside her mouth.

“Wuuhm! Kok! Koheok!”

He didn’t show any mercy as he felt the feeling to ejaculate rise. Bo-yeon’s lips moved, sobbing as if she was about to burst into tears due to his violent desire. As her wet eyes sparkled pitifully, her eyebrows arched. As if she was suffocating, her swollen insides contracted and she barely bit the hideously large penis with the roof of her mouth and the base of her tongue.

The more she sobbed, the more violent he was. Coarse pubic hair brushed against her cheeks and stuck to the corners of her wet mouth. His hideously swollen penis was trembled, and fluids dripped profusely.

“Hoo…”

Do-kyung now realized how useless his thoughts were. In the end, he had taken over the woman. Even while crying and sniffling, she was obediently sucking his dick.

“Wuhoo… Koheok, hm!  Nhng!”

Bo-yeon was not good at sucking his penis, but Do-kyung ejaculated soon after. As he grabbed his cock like he was peeing, the thick, white fluids that spurted out hotly clung to her innocent face.

She couldn’t escape, so he grabbed her hair and made her submit to the penis loaded with cum. Bo-yeon, whose face was covered in white, ugly semen, sobbed sadly.

“Nhn, mhn…! Mhm!”

Shoving his cum-soaked penis into her pretty lips, he planned to make her lick up all of it.

“Clean my dick. Don’t touch your face.”

As soon as she tried to wipe the cum flowing down her cheek with her hand because it was uncomfortable, a warning came flying at her. Bo-yeon awkwardly stuck her tongue out, leaving her dirty face as it was. His chilly eyes distorted as her red tongue was soaked in his white cum.

“Haa, stick your tongue out more.”

“Nhh… Heuk!”

“Don’t spill it.”

Do-kyung’s momentum was so fierce that she didn’t have time to complain that it tasted strange. The gaze that looked down on the woman who was covered in cum and hurriedly swallowing the fishy male excrement with her tongue out was eerie. 

The hand with prominent veins slowly stroked Bo-yeon’s frightened head.

He didn’t say anything to Bo-yeon for being clumsy. However, he didn’t even pull his penis out until it was clean.

That day, whenever Do-kyung ejaculated, he would smear it all over Bo-yeon, leaving her pretty face covered in white cum. After making her so dirty, he took Bo-yeon to the bathroom.

“Today, heuk, too much… haa, it was bad…”

Bo-yeon, who noticed that Do-kyung’s face had relaxed, grumbled and argued. He didn’t say much and just gently rubbed her back. Glancing at him and sensing that he was okay, she poured out her complaints again.

“It was bad. You went overboard…”

“You liked it too.”

“I, I, when did you…!”

“Do I really have to tell you that you were cumming so much that I thought you are peeing?”

“……”

After that, Bo-yeon kept her mouth shut and cried sadly in Do-kyung’s arms while he washed her body. He held the fragrant naked body that had been washed softly in his arms and put her to sleep. 

Holding her tightly, it was as if no one could dare touch her. Her body was hot enough that he didn’t need to cover her with a blanket.

***

Time passed.

Bo-yeon stepped into the yard, now overgrown with weeds, and sent the drone soaring. With a soft whir of its wings, it vanished into the sky.

“If I spot a mutant today, should I tell you?”

Walking beside Bo-yeon, Do-kyung remained silent, his gaze fixed on a specific spot in the yard. There was something unsettling about the way he stared into empty space—like a watchman seeing ghosts.

Bo-yeon immediately fell silent. When Do-kyung acted like that, there was always a reason.

Sure enough, a zombie emerged near the fence. Do-kyung’s movements—drawing his gun, loading it, and firing—were as smooth as flowing water.

Bang! Even with the silencer attached, the shot wasn’t completely silent. The bullet, faster than the speed of sound, struck almost the instant it was fired, making it seem as if the zombie’s head exploded on impact. The noise, though muffled, still carried through the air, drawing several nearby zombies toward them.

Bang! Bang! The gunshot rang out several more times.

One day, Do-kyung stumbled upon a warehouse filled with bullets. With an ample supply of ammunition, he never hesitated—but he always finished them off with a clean shot to the head.

After a while, he lowered his gun, and the eerie silence of Seoul’s daytime returned.

“Not a single day goes by without trouble…”

Even after clearing the area around the house and disposing of the zombie corpses far away, nothing changed.

Seoul had long been overrun, abandoned even by the government. No matter how many he took down, the zombies kept coming.

By now, Bo-yeon no longer flinched at the sight of a zombie’s head exploding. After witnessing it countless times, she had grown used to it.

Every time it happened, Bo-yeon felt a strange sense of disconnect. Had she really grown this numb to danger? If she were alone in the yard, how long would it take for a zombie to reach her? Would she even last ten minutes?

In the grand scheme of the food chain, Bo-yeon was nothing but prey. And yet, even when a few zombies appeared, she did nothing.

“How can you shoot like that? I heard snipers in movies are basically liars… Usually, they can’t even aim for the head.”

“That’s because they’re shooting from so far away that they can’t tell the difference between the head and the torso.”

It had become part of their daily routine—Bo-yeon speaking in a hushed voice, and Do-kyung answering her with quiet, unwavering calm.

“Even if they use a scope?”

“It’s blurry.”

“You can still see the shape.”

“It’s small and blurry.”

“How small is it?”

“It depends on the distance.”

“How far away do you have to shoot to get that?”

“If the range is over kilometers, we need to calculate the time it takes to reach the target, the wind, and the weather. In that case, a headshot is nearly impossible.”

“You were a sniper, right?”

Bo-yeon’s eyes lit up as if she had caught a clue.

“No.”

Do-kyung denied it without changing his expression.

“Really? You’re a soldier, right?”

Do-kyung had insisted from the start that he wasn’t a soldier, but no matter how she looked at it, he clearly was.

He spoke fluently in military terms, handled firearms with ease, and possessed a level of combat skill that could only come from extensive real-world experience.

“I retired.”

In the end, Do-kyung let out a sigh and admitted, “I was a soldier.”

“Was it some kind of special forces? I heard their personal information is classified. Why won’t you tell me? What was your rank?”

“Captain.”

“If you’re a captain, then that makes you an officer, right? Did you graduate from a military academy? Wait—how old are you? I thought you were only three or four years older than me…”

Wasn’t a captain a pretty high rank? She didn’t know much about military hierarchy, but she was sure that reaching the rank of captain in one’s twenties was far from ordinary.

“What are you so curious about?”

Do-kyung found it annoying, but he humored Bo-yeon for a while as she chattered away.

He was usually patient with her, which sometimes made Bo-yeon forget—the true nature of the man named Joo Do-kyung.

Moments later, her drone spotted a lone mutant.

“I found it….”

Do-kyung, who had been indifferent the whole time, suddenly had a glint in his eyes—cold and eerie.

Whenever Bo-yeon caught that faint flicker of excitement in his deep blue gaze, a chill ran down her spine. It wasn’t the look of a human—it was the gaze of a predator, something inherently violent.

He checked the mutant’s location on the device in Bo-yeon’s hands. Then, without hesitation, he sent her down to the bunker.

“Don’t come out.”

“Yes.”

Since Bo-yeon had learned to obey without resistance, Do-kyung no longer bothered tying her up. He simply put her in the bunker and went hunting alone.

Thud. The bunker door closed, leaving Bo-yeon alone.

“……”