Antisocial Chapter 13

Chapter 13. Tyrant

At moments like this, Bo-yeon felt as though she were being tested by the devil. Should she quickly change the password and hide before he returned?

It wasn’t that she hadn’t thought about it.

Do-kyung was dangerous. He could easily change his mind and decide to hurt her. If she took a step back and thought about it, Bo-yeon realized she was being threatened by him—and Do-kyung was, in essence, a plunderer.

But what would happen if she rebelled? Wouldn’t it just make things worse?

‘Don’t pull the weeds. Just leave them alone.’

‘Why?’

‘Even though the bunker might be strong, the entrance is weak. If they push with heavy machinery, it should break through. Once they realize that it’s a place where weeds are pulled, there will be scoundrels trying to seize it’

‘……’

Bo-yeon wasn’t stupid enough to not realize that it was true and that it was also a warning to herself. 

“……”

Bo-yeon took control of the drone again, right in front of the first door of the bunker. Even with a full charge, it could only fly for 30 minutes at a time, so she quickly followed Do-kyung’s movements.

Through the drone, she watched the eerily quiet scenery of Seoul. The streets were lined with monsters, their bloodshot eyes staring blankly.

Do-kyung had once speculated that the zombies might be absorbing energy from the sun, like plants. It seemed plausible, especially considering how they gathered in the open, where the sunlight was strongest and there were no ceilings to block it.

As Do-kyung walked, the zombies, hearing his footsteps, twisted their heads unnaturally to look at him. Yet, none of them charged at him.

Do-kyung crossed the road, teeming with monsters, as if nothing was out of the ordinary. It was an unsettling and surreal sight.

Bo-yeon carefully maneuvered the drone in front of him, guiding him to the mutant’s location.

The mutant she had found this time was bizarre—its legs were unusually long, and its body was covered in bones like armor. Without the fleshy tissue between them, it might have resembled a medieval knight in full plate armor.

However, atop its head, two horn-like structures made of twisted fingers jutted out, and the corners of its mouth were torn open, revealing the grotesque muscles of its face.

The mutant that spotted Do-kyung let out a blood-curdling scream and threw its head back, opening its mouth wide.

Inside, its teeth were as sharp as a shark’s, and its tongue—twisted with smaller, grotesque tongues—unfurled like a hideous tentacle. It resembled the leg of an octopus, slick and monstrous.

The tongue was unnaturally long, as though it was stored deep within its internal organs, stretching out from its entrails. It lashed out like a whip, curling toward Do-kyung.

The sight was so revolting that it almost seemed like the mutant was vomiting its own internal organs. Bo-yeon’s face drained of color as she watched in horror.

“Urk…!” 

Even Bo-yeon, watching from the screen, felt a wave of nausea at the horrifying sight. If she was repulsed from a distance, it was only natural that Do-kyung, facing it head-on, should feel fear and tension.

But to her surprise, Do-kyung seemed to enjoy the situation.

At first, Bo-yeon had been worried about him. She had searched for and hidden the mutant she found, fearing he might get hurt—or worse, die.

Despite his threats and cold demeanor, she didn’t want him to die. Maybe it was Stockholm Syndrome. Do-kyung was her only conversation partner.

Being constantly with him, Bo-yeon found it hard to hide anything. All she could do was locate the mutants left alone and help him hunt safely.

Sometimes, her worries felt pointless. Do-kyung moved with such agility, it was almost unbelievable that he was human.

His movements, dodging the five swinging tongues that lashed out unpredictably, seemed to surpass the limits of human capability.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

A gunshot echoed through the air. Fortunately, this mutant was vulnerable to firearms, and Do-kyung made quick work of it.

With chilling precision, he shot to sever the mutant’s tongue, incapacitating it. Then, in one fluid motion, he leaped onto the creature, wrapping his legs around its neck and grabbing its horns to force its head back.

Each time the gun pressed into the roof of the mutant’s mouth and fired, its head exploded in a gruesome spray as it fell backward.

“……!”

Bo-yeon felt a chill run down her spine as she watched the scene unfold before her.

It wasn’t an illusion.

A red mist poured from the mutant’s brain, and blood cascaded from its head. The fog swirled around Do-kyung, sparkling in the light, before it faded into nothingness.

This strange phenomenon occurred every time Do-kyung killed a mutant. Bo-yeon had witnessed it several times, but it never failed to unsettle her.

On top of that, Do-kyung’s movements seemed to be growing even more precise, almost effortless, as if his mood fueled his skill.

It wasn’t just his eyesight that was sharp—his overall senses and physical abilities seemed far beyond normal.

There was something extraordinary about him. Was it because he was immune? Were all immune individuals like that? If so, why hadn’t a special force composed entirely of immunes already formed to reclaim Seoul?

As he finished hunting, Do-kyung turned his gaze toward the drone.

“…….”

The gaze that seemed to pierce through Bo-yeon, even beyond the screen, sent a chill through her.

She was certain of one thing. Her drone had yet to encounter anything more dangerous than Joo Do-kyung.

Bo-yeon was most afraid of him.

***

Do-kyung returned, drenched in the mutant’s blood. Fearing potential infection, he immediately headed for the bathroom. But after cleaning up, he couldn’t contain the rush of excitement from the kill. Without warning, he grabbed Bo-yeon, pulling her into a rough hug.

“Nhn… Aheuk! Gentle, ah…! Gentle, hauhkk!”

No matter how much Bo-yeon begged while lying in bed, it didn’t work.

Do-kyung was a tyrant. When he wanted to, he was lenient. But when he didn’t want to, he would thrust into her hole as he pleased. If she resisted when he was extremely excited, she would be mistreated until she couldn’t think straight. 

Bo-yeon felt as though she had been tossed to an uncontrollable monster—prey that had unknowingly stirred its desire and was now being treated as nothing more than a ‘female.’

However, Bo-yeon couldn’t just hate or dislike him.

“Hoo, now, stop… heuk, you’ve done a lot….”

“I won’t put it in.”

After doing it, he would feel relieved and become drowsy, hugging Bo-yeon tightly. Whether the beast was gentle or not, Do-kyung was the only source of warmth Bo-yeon could hold onto when she was sad.

She cried in his arms, listened to his heartbeat, and eventually fell asleep.

Bo-yeon had a gentle nature. She didn’t know how to hate people. Even after being hurt to the point of tears, she still talked to him, pouring out her desire for connection with Do-kyung.

Under his watchful eye, Do-kyung allowed Bo-yeon a certain freedom. In particular, he would often take her out for walks, like a pet.

Bo-yeon, feeling the warmth of the sun on her skin, would often speak to him softly, content in the simplicity of their moments together.

‘If I had known this would happen, I should have told Grandpa to grow something like an apple tree instead of a pine tree. Then the apples would have ripened and been ready to eat by now.’

She said it while gazing at the beautiful pine tree in the garden. It wasn’t anything significant, and Do-kyung didn’t react much.

However, the next day, Do-kyung found a red apple tree in Seoul and filled his bag with apples. He didn’t make a big deal out of it or say anything special. He simply peeled an apple for Bo-yeon, his expression still indifferent.

‘You said you wanted to eat an apple. Come and eat it.’

She knew. He saw Bo-yeon as a “precious female.”

But Bo-yeon had no other man.

How could she bring herself to hate the warmth he offered, the only warmth left for her?

Bo-yeon lacked both the courage and the will to do so.

It didn’t take long for life with a cruel predator to begin feeling like a normal routine. Bo-yeon could do much more now than when she was locked away in the bunker alone, and in some ways, it was even more comfortable.

And so, Bo-yeon resigned herself to life with Do-kyung and adapted.