Antisocial Chapter 39

Chapter 39. Natural Enemy

“Isn’t it fine if it’s not meant to threaten?”

He let out a breath, excited, and gently bit her small earlobe.

“I didn’t do it… threaten.”

His tongue licking her earlobe tickled.

‘Y-you’ll, never… threaten me like that again…’

The ‘like that’ that Bo-yeon said included the way he teased her with pheromones, but Do-kyung thought differently. If she didn’t say it clearly, then it was Bo-yeon’s fault. Even if she tried to correct it now, the tyrant wouldn’t listen.

“L-liar… Hn, uheuk!”

When Do-kyung sucked in her chest and inserted his penis into her, Bo-yeon’s lips opened blankly. Her hair stood close and she spilled fluids. Her thighs twitched like a small animal under anesthesia. It was very interesting to see Bo-yeon, who could not withstand even a small stimulus due to the sensitivity. 

“Ang! Hnn… nhgg, Ah! Ahh!”

“If I do this, hoo, you like it. You make a sound of pleasure…”

Do-kyung whispered while hugging Bo-yeon. The breath that poured into her pale nape seemed to burn Bo-yeon’s brain blood vessels.

“Are you crying more on purpose? It’s so much fun to fuck you.”

Instead of denying his humiliation, Bo-yeon bit her lips tightly. However, her lips opened in a flash due to the force of his thrusts, and only a moan escaped her lips.

“Ugh, ah! Nhhg!”

Do-kyung laughed at Bo-yeon’s appearance and spewed out vulgar words. Sometimes he made Bo-yeon follow his words. The more Bo-yeon cried at the continued humiliation, the rougher the fucking inside her became.

He made Bo-yeon cry, tormenting and teasing her the entire time.

It was as if he were torturing a girl he liked.

* * *

Bo-yeon didn’t even remember when she fell asleep. But when she opened her eyes, she felt disoriented, as if she had been sleeping for a long time.

Her body was softly cradled, held by his large, warm frame. Her head rested in the crook of Do-kyung’s arm. Bo-yeon glanced at him, who seemed to be asleep, her eyes barely open.

It was a sight she rarely saw, despite sharing the same bed.

With his eyes closed like that, he looked almost like a cool plaster statue. Was it because he had lived as a soldier? For a man in his 20s, full of energy and spirit, his face looked controlled and restrained.

Devil. Tyrant. Wild card.

After briefly confirming that he was asleep, Bo-yeon grumbled to herself, scolding him. He was such a worthless person.

Bo-yeon couldn’t understand how someone could say such things to another person. Even though she liked being held in his arms and being put to sleep like this…

What did he think of her? What should she do from here on out?

Whenever these thoughts plagued her, Bo-yeon would try to consider what actions they each could take.

She couldn’t even imagine running away. In her current situation, running away would be nothing short of suicide. What could she possibly do to escape him?

She’d either be caught by him, harassed, or killed by a zombie. If someone asked if her situation was so painful that she wanted to end her life, the answer would be no, of course not.

Whether she had adapted or become shameless, Bo-yeon was still more afraid of death than she was of Do-kyung.

‘If you do well, nothing will happen.’

‘What do you want me to do?’

And…

Bo-yeon forgave him.

He might find it funny and claim it wasn’t true, but Bo-yeon still believed it.

I ‘forgave’ you, who threatened someone so cruelly.

She would forgive him and try to get along. It wasn’t because of the degrading threats, but because she had made that decision.

She didn’t want to hate him or live in fear of him.

“Not going back to sleep?”

Do-kyung, who had opened his eyes, looked at Bo-yeon and asked. She hesitated for a moment, feeling uneasy under his gaze, which had locked onto her the moment he woke up.

“…I’m awake.”

Do-kyung got up. A large shadow, like a beast the size of a house, fell down and covered Bo-yeon. 

“Get up and eat.”

He had a dry expression that didn’t resemble someone who had just woken up, but his hair swayed in the wind. When Bo-yeon looked up, he frowned. He draped a large T-shirt over her body and stretched out his arms to pick her up.

Do-kyung’s shadow swayed as he walked away, carrying Bo-yeon like a child.

While eating, she asked Do-kyung about the whole story. Her curiosity was endless, ranging from regeneration to pheromones. Do-kyung was clearly annoyed, but he answered every question she asked.

“If you kill a strong mutant, do you absorb its power?”

“Not every time. Even if I do, I become much weaker.”

“How is that possible?”

Normally, this phenomenon would make one think of fantasy novels or games, but Bo-yeon saw it differently. The concept of an ecosystem pyramid came to mind.

“Is it similar to the principle when people eat fish? Depending on the food chain structure, it goes from small, medium, and large fish to humans. When a human, the final consumer, eats tuna—a large fish—they absorb a relatively larger amount of heavy metals or waste compared to when they eat anchovies, a small fish. If we assume that instead of heavy metals, it’s some kind of energy, the more concentrated the energy, the easier it is to absorb.”

Bo-yeon asked with a serious expression.

“So… you’re like a bullfrog?”

“……”

“Bullfrogs exhibit a phenomenon called predator-prey role reversal. Bullfrogs are usually eaten by snakes, but sometimes they eat snakes. Similarly, zombies eat humans, but you, a human, became an ecosystem destroyer like a bullfrog for some reason. You ended up absorbing the zombie’s abilities.”

“……”

“What do you think the cause is? Can’t you guess?”

“Stop talking while you’re eating and just focus on your food. You haven’t even finished half of it.”

Do-kyung ignored Bo-yeon’s intense reasoning and pointed to her bowl. Bo-yeon chewed her food as she was told. However, she swallowed just one bite and spoke again.

“You might say the cause doesn’t matter. But if you know the cause, you can predict the result.”

“……”

“Can you just absorb that? Like how a certain amount of heavy metals can accumulate in the human body and cause serious illnesses?”

The human body could absorb more energy than it could handle and become overloaded… Bo-yeon shuddered as she imagined Do-kyung eventually becoming a zombie or his body’s proteins breaking down.

“It’s a power that’s beyond the human species to begin with. But there have to be side effects, right? Aren’t you scared?”

The more Bo-yeon thought about it, the less she understood Do-kyung. He accelerated the phenomenon and actively hunted strong mutants. It was like a moth leaping at a flame when it saw something.

“Why are you hunting mutants?”

A look flashed across his dry face—dark, ominous, and ugly. It reminded her of the cannibalistic instinct of zombies that mindlessly rushed at humans.

“Because it’s fun.”

His red lips moved smoothly, almost pleasantly.

“……”

Do-kyung said it was just for fun, but Bo-yeon thought differently.

The reason zombies infect and eat humans was largely for the propagation of their species. However, mutants who developed intelligence tended to choose cannibalism for their own growth, rather than infection for the prosperity of their species.

A greater power. Maybe Do-kyung’s subconscious craved that as well, which was why he killed mutants—because it was fun.

Even though it was fun, the underlying emotion seemed deeply ingrained in his brain, too complex to pinpoint. It might have been an acquired instinct.

After double-checking the car and equipment, Do-kyung prepared to go hunting again. He didn’t listen, even when Bo-yeon tried to stop him.

A natural enemy.

That was the only way to explain it.