Antisocial Chapter 6

Chapter 6. Tyrant

Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.

Do-kyung, having retrieved the luggage hidden in the ceiling, unlocked the bunker as Bo-yeon had instructed. Bo-yeon’s tension only eased once she stepped inside and closed the thick door behind her.

Her arms and legs were shaking from the exertion, and her body was covered in sweat and blood.

Do-kyung grabbed Bo-yeon’s arm as she staggered weakly and guided her into the bunker. The interior, built by Bo-yeon’s grandfather with a large investment, was almost flawless. The bathroom was as clean as any apartment.

A man far larger than her loomed over Bo-yeon, his presence intimidating. His dark eyes burned with the same intensity as the heat from the gunshot that had pierced the monster’s head.

His dark blue eyes, still filled with excitement from the massacre, were unsettling.

“Take it off.”

Bo-yeon’s body trembled slightly as she realized why she had been dragged to the bathroom. It was foolish to feel relieved just because she had reached the bunker.

Her grandfather’s bunker was no longer a safe haven for Bo-yeon. Even if he tried to hurt or kill her, she wouldn’t be able to resist, not even a little.

Whether Bo-yeon resisted or not, the outcome would depend on his will, anyway.

‘Don’t forget. Why am I being lenient with you.’ 

She didn’t forget. Bo-yeon didn’t want to test his patience. If she followed him obediently, maybe he would show her at least a shred of mercy—just like he had when he gave her the inhaler earlier.

The hems of the clothes that had wrapped around Bo-yeon’s body fell to the floor, one by one. Her hands trembled as she unbuttoned her shirt.

Her mind was clouded with doubts, questioning whether what she was doing was really okay. The immoral acts she was about to commit in her grandfather’s bunker filled her with shame.

She feared a sharp reprimand, or worse, from somewhere.

But she was scared. She was lonely. She didn’t have the courage to resist. If she hadn’t seen it, she might not have known. But now, knowing the reality of Seoul’s nights, she couldn’t bring herself to resist any longer.

Humans, like Bo-yeon, couldn’t survive on food, clothing, and shelter alone. People needed society, relationships, and the ability to share emotions.

After enduring alone for three months, Bo-yeon felt like she had forgotten how to speak. She couldn’t even remember the last time she had spoken aloud.

She was scared. She wanted to talk. She longed to feel warmth again, to experience the comfort of being with someone.

Bo-yeon didn’t have the confidence to be left alone again.

She didn’t want to be locked in the bunker forever.

She wanted to feel the ground beneath her feet, bask in the sunlight, and regain the freedom she once had.

Bo-yeon had been carried by him, safely crossing the hellish nights of Seoul. She realized how easy it was to please a man. She had betrayed her humanity and morality in search of comfort.

And, because he wanted her, she was miserably relieved that she could pay the price with her body.

That’s why she didn’t stop her hands until everything fell down, leaving only her light-colored underwear.

“……”

Lowering her head, Bo-yeon pulled the hook of her bra. Her large breasts, which had been stuffily confined, rippled. She even took off the underwear that covered her pure wetness. Her elegant pale arms and legs, her wide waistline, her round buttocks, and her clean, hairless vagina were all revealed.

“Nhn….”

The man who had been silent until now pushed the long hair that half-covered her chest behind Bo-yeon’s shoulder. As the blood vessels on the back of his hand bulged, he caressed her chest. Even with a light movement, she trembled with excitement. 

Her plump, teardrop-shaped, pale and pretty breasts swayed as if asking him to touch them.

He thought she would be very skinny, but she surprisingly had curves. His eyes were cold, as if he was satisfied with the sacrifice he had offered. 

As the silence grew longer, Bo-yeon didn’t have the courage to look at him in the eye anymore. Despite her trembles, she didn’t dare to cover or hide her body. She had to endure his naked gaze until he was satisfied. 

Shwaa. Do-kyung turned on the shower, took off his clothes, and stood under the water stream. The blood was washing away. 

“Hug me.” 

His gesture was like calling a dog. Bo-yeon, who had been absentmindedly looking at Do-kyung, suddenly lowered her head. After fidgeting, she soon moved on her own and went into the man’s arms.

“Ugh…!”

A hand soaked with hot water wrapped around her lower back. Tracing the flowing water, he grabbed her plump butt. Squeezing her soft flesh with his rough palm, the sensation of being hugged tightly was strange for her.

“Ah, mhh…”

Bo-yeon unconsciously pursed her lips and let out a groan. Her soft cheeks were crushed against his thick, muscular chest. It was so hot that it made her shiver. 

His chest was so solid that it was hard to believe it was a human body. It was so strong that it felt like all the explosive fighting power she had witnessed earlier was condensed within it.

He was definitely a man. When their bodies collided, only Bo-yeon was overwhelmed. The strange thing was how her body twisted as she was pressed under the weight. As his thick arms held her slender waist, her body twisted backwards and she let out a groan. He dug into her red, wet lips. 

“Wuhhm, ngh…!” 

The man’s excited breathing mingled with the soft, warm sound of her breath. Meanwhile, his thick lump of flesh rushed into her mouth. As he grabbed her bouncing breasts, her sobbing intensified. He swallowed her shaky breathing and sucked her small tongue as if he was going to pull it out. 

Her breathing turned white as if he was going to suffocate her. In the end, when Bo-yeon couldn’t hold it in anymore and burst into tears, he pulled his lips away. 

“B-breath… Hic, I can’t breathe…”

Bo-yeon whispered, fearing his sexual desire.

“Breathe through your nose.”

Do-kyung gave a cold command and kissed her lips again. Licking and touching every corner of her mouth, he had completely drained her of energy, so much so that she didn’t even realize that this was her first kiss.

A sweet body scent lingered along with the pouring hot water as the body wash bubbles clumped together. Her white face was covered in tears. 

The way her small face, unable to properly handle his gaze, turned away, made him erect. The lust that had not been released for a long time clung to her. Her pale nipple was then sucked fiercely. Staring at Bo-yeon with his cold eyes, he sucked on them hard like an angry child. 

Bo-yeon’s heart was pounding. It was so obscene that it felt ominous. Her innocent cheeks, like a child, burned and turned red from the overwhelming sensuality.

“Ha-uh, hn… stop, ugh, please, stop, hngh, hm….”

Her moans melted as she cried out for him to stop.

She was not particularly healthy to begin with, but she had lost a lot of muscle mass from being locked in the bunker. If he held her in the slippery bathroom, it would be a burden on her body, so Do-kyung didn’t do it all the way. 

However, it wasn’t out of consideration for Bo-yeon. It was simply because if she collapsed, it would be boring.

Roughly wrapping Bo-yeon, who had been washed cleanly, in a towel, he laid her down on the bed. Then he immediately spread her legs. The man’s eyes were fixed on her secret area that she herself had never seen properly before. Sparks flew and it was hot.

Love juices flowed out of her lower hole, which she had never been conscious of in her life. It wasn’t just water, but sticky arousal fluid flowing inside. Bo-yeon’s face turned red as she realized that her body was preparing to receive a man.

“It seems that you’re quite natural in getting wet. It hasn’t even grown any hair.”

“Hic…”

It was such a shameless remark that Bo-yeon’s mind went blank. Naturally, Bo-yeon’s secondary sexual characteristics had ended a long time ago. 

She was just naturally hairless down there, but of course, Do-kyung didn’t know that either. He just enjoyed teasing her in a pointless and mischievous way. The way her face turned red and tearful simply aroused him. 

“Your face is worth seeing.”

“Yes, yes?”

“Don’t avoid my eyes.”

The neck that had been bent backwards, as if trying to hide her face, straightened back into its original position. Her eyes, which had been fixed on the ceiling, briefly glanced at him. She quickly looked away, a wave of fear washing over her after unintentionally stealing a glance at his center.

“Uh, sorry, but I can’t, Mhm!”

A large hand slammed over Bo-yeon’s mouth with a loud noise. Heat surged, blocking her nose and mouth. She couldn’t breathe.