Boiling Lust

When lust boiled over, thinking through his brain became too much effort from the midway point onward. He flipped the woman onto her stomach and fucked her like an animal, driving into her however his body demanded. Her face, turned slightly to the side, was half visible. Her mouth stretched wide as she wailed, then her eyes grew hazy with broken sobs.

Smack! He struck her ass without any real thought, and the woman burst into tears. She had no idea what she’d done wrong yet begged for forgiveness anyway. After that, it was all her fault. The way she cried so lewdly only made him want to make her cry harder.

Whack! He hit her harder and she flailed her legs, not knowing what to do. His gaze caught on her pale, curling toes.

Slap! Slap! Slap! He kept spanking her until her once-creamy ass burned bright red. Her round cheeks trembled, and he could clearly see her pussy clenching with every strike. The face buried in the pillow seemed to be crying again. When he grabbed her hair and yanked her head up, he saw her swollen, bloodshot eyes. His hand around her slender throat tightened without thinking.

“Kk, ugh, ma, huu… ack!”

Fuck. He’d nearly killed her.

Dokyung released her neck and stared at the woman’s tear-streaked, frantically sobbing face while he kept thrusting. When he wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her tight, he felt her inner walls contract. She seemed to be in terrible distress, gasping wetly as her body went limp, hips jerking only in weak spasms.

Thud! Thud! Thud! Her lips parted and closed as she let out mournful, gasping moans. The corners of her eyes, the bridge of her nose, her cheeks, her lips, even her nipples—everything was flushed and swollen. A strange heat churned in his chest, so he fucked her even more brutally than before. Her slender legs drew inward, and fresh slick poured out of her again.

This was the first time his urge to degrade someone had burned this strongly. He’d considered painting her face but decided to fill her pussy instead.

“Don’t spill it.”

His short warning didn’t seem to register. Outside the bunker, her long hair—which would only be a liability—swayed in thin strands and clung to her damp cheeks. Whether she cut it or not, it was equally useless, so he might as well leave it.

Dokyung stroked the soft strands and buried his face in the white nape of her neck. Semen that had been rotting inside him from lack of proper release surged out in thick ropes. Because it had been so long since his last ejaculation, the volume was enormous. It felt like he was pissing cum into her.

The woman beneath him twitched as she felt the wetness flood her. When he pinned her down with his full weight so she couldn’t squirm, she eventually gave up and let out a faint, resigned sob.

Even as his cock kept pumping out semen, it was already hardening again.

Flash. His vision flickered.

He couldn’t clearly remember what he’d done or what had been done to him. It felt like blacking out from drinking too much.

Could this even be called sex? At the beginning it had felt like it, but from the middle onward it had been closer to being hunted. Running or resisting had been pointless. She could only shake the way the man wanted her to.

What had broken Bo-yeon’s mind wasn’t the pain—it was the pleasure. The overwhelming orgasms had dragged her under until she could do nothing else. She kept coming. Even now her lower body was soaked, and her limbs felt impossibly heavy. Sticky fluid kept leaking from inside her. Her belly throbbed from how violently he had rearranged her insides.

“Huu… hu… huuu…”

Saliva dribbled from her lips like she had turned into an idiot. A low chuckle sounded above her. Then a hot hand brushed the tangled hair from her face. Her tear-blurred vision cleared slightly.

He looked like he was in his late twenties or early thirties. The man’s face, glowing with the vigor of physical prime, was slick with sweat. This was the happiest he had seemed since they met. Because of that, for the first time she felt less fear and more strongly that he was strikingly handsome.

He rose from the bed. The cock that had been filling her slid out like a broken hose, leaking steadily. He glanced once at Bo-yeon, who was still twitching, then left the room without a word. Relief that it was over washed through her. The feeling was so huge she didn’t even have the energy to feel pathetic.

Left alone, Bo-yeon struggled to lift herself. Her whole body felt paralyzed; nothing obeyed her. She had only managed to raise her arms and legs a little, panting like a dog, when white fluid began gushing from her hole. Only then did fear strike, and the tears came flooding back.

“Ahh… ugh…”

“I told you to hold it in.”

The click of his tongue made Bo-yeon’s back stiffen.

Hold what? When had he said that?

She was so startled her tears dried up instantly. While she hesitated in confusion, the sound of his heavy footsteps approached. Before she could brace herself, he grabbed her and pulled her close. He sat her on his thigh like a child, letting her lean back against his chest. Supporting her chin because she couldn’t hold herself upright, he pressed the mouth of a water bottle to her lips and tilted it.

“Uhp!”

Cool water poured down. Bo-yeon flinched as if being waterboarded, but he was simply making her drink. The angle was gentle, so the thin stream flowed in teasingly. The water tasted sweet on her dry tongue. Bo-yeon opened her eyes wide and swallowed obediently. Only after the water kept overflowing and he wiped it away with his hand did he stop.

He drained the remaining half of the bottle in one go. Having fed her first, his own thirst seemed to hit late; his throat worked with obvious relief. Bo-yeon stared dazedly at his outwardly handsome face as if enchanted. He really was like a devil. The more dangerous and savage he looked, the more captivating he became.

Dokyung tossed the empty bottle aside and laid Bo-yeon back on the bed. Like a beast nuzzling for milk, he latched onto her nipple. The swollen bud, sore from constant torment, was sucked into cold, wet heat. It was such a small part of her body, yet her entire frame curled inward.

“Ha, hng…!”

Her mind went white in an instant. The sudden, intense pleasure frightened her. Yet her pussy responded honestly, growing wet again.

“Are you… hah… going to do it again…?”

“Three or four days.”

Days?

Bo-yeon’s face drained of all color.

“I, I can’t… ugh… please spare me…”

“You worry about the strangest things.”

The man who had nearly strangled her to death in the heat of the moment spoke as if her fear was pathetic.

“If I were going to kill you, I would have done it at the start.”

“……”

Was that supposed to be reassuring?

While Bo-yeon remained speechless, he lowered his head to her breast again. His erect cock twitched obscenely as it pushed between her thighs. It was so grotesquely thick she wondered how it had fit inside her at all. Fresh fear gripped her.

“Um, hah, there’s something… I’m curious about…!”

Bo-yeon whispered desperately. She remembered that he usually answered her questions, and she was trying to buy time. When she pushed away the wicked hand kneading her breast, Dokyung frowned and paused.

“……”

The moment she met his icy eyes—fleetingly murderous—Bo-yeon froze in tension. She belatedly recalled that he disliked it when she tried to stop him. Her frightened eyes shimmered with tears.

Dokyung was a walking time bomb, a tyrant. But Bo-yeon was a woman he had chosen to embrace. He had even come inside her. Using violence against someone like that simply because his mood was slightly spoiled must have felt distasteful. Given how violently he slaughtered zombies that had once been human, his protective instincts as a male were surprisingly strong.

“Go on.”

Dokyung let out a soft sigh, wrapped his arms around her soft body, and bit down on her neck. He looked like a beast grinding bones between its teeth to vent its frustration.

“I, I haven’t seen a mutant zombie yet… huu…”

A heavy breath escaped him, thick with annoyance.

“There are many kinds. What do you want to know?”