Antisocial Chapter 22

Chapter 22. Human

Do-kyung whispered softly, his voice like a caress, as he gently wrapped Bo-yeon’s hands with both of his. The stark difference in body temperature made her hands feel even hotter. The heat radiating from him seemed to sear her skin.

“…….”

The blood of a person still stained the garden soil, not even dry yet. And yet, Do-kyung seemed to regard Bo-yeon’s hand as more important than that.

Her body trembled. Perhaps Bo-yeon was a hypocrite—someone who valued the coldness of her own hands more than the death of others.

“Should we go back?”

The smell of blood filled the air, making her head throb and her stomach churn. She wanted nothing more than to escape this place, to leave it all behind.

“Yes…..”

Her trembling voice wavered weakly.

“Okay.”

The hands gently massaging her frozen ones felt strangely unsettling.

Her two fragile hands, reddening in an instant, were enclosed within his larger ones—like a bird trapped in a cage.

***

As she descended into the bunker, warmth enveloped her, offering a fleeting sense of safety. But as the memory of the situation flooded her mind, Bo-yeon couldn’t hold back the bile rising in her throat. She bolted for the bathroom and retched.

“Wuhkk! Urk…!”

Tears streamed down her cheeks, a mixture of raw physical pain and the overwhelming complexity of her emotions.

The person she had been speaking to just moments ago had been murdered by another human.

His body had been torn apart by a zombie. Sharp fangs ripped into his flesh, their jaws snapping down with brutal force, crunching his bones like they were nothing more than candy.

The sound echoed in her mind—crunching, snapping—like something that far exceeded the strength of a human jaw, which could exert around 50kg of pressure.

The jaw strength of a saltwater crocodile, considered the strongest, was about 2 tons.

If the human mouth were as large as a crocodile’s, zombies would be far more terrifying. It was a small mercy that human mouths were so narrow, unable to even fit a fist, which greatly reduced their attacking power.

The more Bo-yeon thought about the zombies and their grotesque appearance, the more fear gripped her. The idea that some unknown force could twist and transform even a dead human body in such an absurd way was terrifying.

It was difficult to understand how the others could remain so calm in the face of it all.

‘Is a weak personality something I’m born with?’

Is it my fault? Am I weak and unable to endure even that much in this situation, and am vomiting up precious food?

Why am I the only one who finds it strange that they are throwing away the body of a former colleague like that?

Their actions were so quick and natural. People were social creatures; it was hard to go against what others deemed right. Bo-yeon couldn’t decide which actions were the right ones. Her confidence in herself, in her ability to adapt to this situation, slowly eroded.

She flushed the toilet to wash away the remnants of her vomit, squeezed toothpaste, and brushed her teeth. Her breathing still felt labored, so she used her inhaler.

Only after washing her body with warm water and finally escaping the lingering smell of blood did she begin to calm down. How many people had lost things they once took for granted? Even these fleeting worries felt like a luxury, a deception.

A sudden emptiness and fear took over her. She felt as if she had lost all sense of purpose—uncertain of where to go or even who she was anymore.

“Moon Bo-yeon.”

Do-kyung approached Bo-yeon, who was disoriented and weak.

“Should I look for your family?”

Bo-yeon’s eyes widened as if they were going to roll out.

“Uh, how…?”

“Let’s go to their home first. Do you know the address?”

“Yes!”

She knew the exact address of her aunt and uncle’s house. It was especially clear to her because it was the last place her aunt had spoken to Bo-yeon about.

“Where is it?”

“My aunt and uncle both lived in Jamsil…!”

“It’s not that far.”

It may have been possible in the past, but in this situation, the distance to her aunt and uncle’s house was one Bo-yeon could never reach alone. However, it was different with Do-kyung.

“Let’s leave tomorrow.”

“Ah… Really, thank you… Thank you…”

Bo-yeon repeated the words in a daze, her expression vacant. Do-kyung didn’t react, simply passing by her and heading into the room.

It wasn’t the room where Bo-yeon slept, but his own bedroom.

“…..”

That night, Bo-yeon couldn’t fall asleep, overwhelmed by fear and anticipation. Her mind raced with all sorts of thoughts.

Among them was the worry that Do-kyung might change his mind the next day.

‘If you’re not a woman… I don’t need you.’

He had been sleeping separately from Bo-yeon for several days.

Was it okay for her to be ‘useless’ like this? Bo-yeon tossed and turned, unable to shake the anxiety, until she couldn’t hold it in anymore and went to find Do-kyung.

“Excuse me…”

Do-kyung was cleaning a gun, the faint smell of oil and iron lingering in the air.

“Excuse me…”

Bo-yeon stood at the entrance, unable to bring herself to step inside. She wiggled her fingers nervously, repeating the same words.

“Tell me.”

Her breath caught in her throat at the dryness in his voice. Bo-yeon bit her lips, then released them as she looked at him.

“Why… aren’t you, doing it lately… with me…?”

Tak. He set the gun down and wiped his hands. His large frame rose, subtly asserting its presence.

Bo-yeon tilted her head back to look at him as he stood. He approached her at a steady pace, neither slow nor fast, and stopped right in front of her. A black shadow seemed to fall over her, as if trapping her in its grasp.

His face was expressionless, showing no hint of emotion.

“Hug you?”

The tension in Bo-yeon’s fingers, which had been nervously tugging at the hem of her clothes, faded.

A foolish sense of relief lingered in her mind—he was still showing interest.

“Yes…..”

“Say it clearly.”

“Hug me, please….”

As she finally spoke those words, Bo-yeon bit her dry lips. Distorted emotions swirled in her clouded eyes.

Bo-yeon’s head throbbed. Her thoughts were tangled, and she felt lost. It was a moment when she desperately needed a place to escape to.

Do-kyung kissed her affectionately, as if he had made up his mind. Fog filled Bo-yeon’s mind, making her dizzy to the point where she could no longer articulate her difficult agony.

Bo-yeon focused on him as if she was clinging to Do-kyung. She wondered if his breath had ever been this ticklish. The feeling of their lips touching each other was so soft that Bo-yeon felt like she was going to melt.

“Nhn, hm….”

Slowly laying Bo-yeon down, Do-kyung held her nape with his hand. His hot hand swept her abdomen while pulling back the hem of her clothes. 

Her clean, white skin, unmarred by hardship, held almost no fat, allowing his hand to glide smoothly over it. When his thick-boned hand brushed around her navel, her abdomen flinched. Taking off her pajamas and unhooking her underwear, her large, water-drop-shaped breasts spilled out.

“It feels good against my skin. It’s soft and warm.”

When he touched her breasts and licked her nipples, the tips stiffened. 

His hot, wet tongue slid past the red peaks. Bo-yeon’s face turned red as she felt his tongue wrapped around her breasts and his erection rising, feeling extremely lewd.

“Ngh, ahhn…!”

As he looked up at her, licking her nipples in a circular motion, she couldn’t help but sob.

“When you look at me like that… heuk, it’s embarrassing….”

“I’ve never seen you cry like that before.”

“Why, me…?”

“You’re excited.”

“Ngh….”

Do-kyung slid his hand down, clearly admiring her face. One finger rubbed her wet entrance. Soon, her vagina grew sticky with love juices.

“Does your hole ever get dry? It’s always wet whenever I touch it.”

“Uheuk, I don’t like those, words….”

“You always act so innocent. Just cry and cum.”

He muttered absentmindedly and inserted one finger deep. When he gently caressed her inner walls, Bo-yeon spasmed slightly and her cheeks, like white bread, turned red.

‘Actually, reproduction is an instinct of all living things.’

His cool lips, recalling what Bo-yeon had said, were briefly curled up.

The organ that was made to receive the male’s genitals was narrow and hot. As it was drenched, it was extremely slippery. His fingers slid inside her one by one stimulating her faster.

“Haa-uh, wa-, hm… Wait, ah, nhn… Fast, nhhk….”

She let out a hot breath while dripping her love fluids. Her pretty face was distorted innocently and lecherously. 

Do-kyung’s eyes, remembering that her brain would melt even more when she was fucked with his penis, darkened and sank. The sexual desire that had been suppressed for several days boiled up.

“I like you. Especially when you cry.”

“Ah…! Nhn, wuhhng! Hnn….”

When Do-kyung pulled his hand out, drops of love juice fell out. She squeezed the soles of her feet with her toes and her spread thighs shook. The pleasure seemed to be overwhelming for her. Somehow, it was a little funny.

Do-kyung lifted Bo-yeon up and placed her on top of him.

“You do it.”

Bo-yeon’s face turned red as she was flustered and didn’t know what to do. Do-kyung’s eyes twisted slightly. 

He had been using her hole for two months, but he couldn’t understand why she was moaning so pitifully. Maybe she was doing it on purpose to get his attention.

Do-kyung hastily pulled Bo-yeon’s waist and bit her nipple. Her breasts melted like honey in his mouth, but her round areola hardened and scratched his tongue. 

Suck. He sucked hard and her nipple went deep into the gap between the roof of his mouth and his tongue.

“Ahnn… Ah…!”