Desensitization
The dull crack of shattering wood split the air. A piece of furniture that wasn’t even that old splintered violently. Boyeon’s shoulders flinched at the savage outburst.
“Or maybe I should’ve just done it myself. Why bother when there’s a hole that spreads open all on its own?”
……
Her heart slammed down at the loud noise. Boyeon fumbled for words, mumbling with a face drained of color.
“Anything else?”
“Y-yes. New ones…”
Boyeon pressed a hand hard against her heaving chest and rummaged through another wardrobe. She had stored unopened packs of brand-new underwear deep inside; apparently he hadn’t touched this section.
Almost no Korean brands carried her size. Before she discovered foreign labels that offered proper fittings, she had been forced to wear ill-fitting underwear every day. The discomfort had been constant. Finding ones that actually fit felt like discovering a new world. After that, she developed the habit of stockpiling any that suited her, so she had plenty of new pairs.
“Perfect timing.”
While Boyeon was gathering the underwear, he suddenly walked outside. She followed without thinking and spotted a zombie trying to scale the wall. It must have been drawn by the sound of Dokyung kicking the drawer. At least there were few zombies nearby since there were no apartment complexes around—that was something to be grateful for.
He seized the zombie by its matted hair and yanked it over the wall in one swift motion. The creature that tumbled down ignored Dokyung completely and charged straight at Boyeon. Its gait was the familiar shambling stagger of the infected, yet its movements were terrifyingly quick. Before it could reach her, Dokyung grabbed its hair again and dragged it inside.
“W-what are you going to do…?”
“Kraaaaaagh! Krrgh!”
At the sound of Boyeon’s voice the zombie thrashed wildly. Dokyung drove his fist into its jaw. The blow looked almost casual, but the jawbone twisted with a wet crunch and the lower mandible hung in tatters. It wouldn’t be able to bite or chew until the damaged muscle regenerated.
……
The zombie was soon bound tightly with rope. Even after he gagged it and wrapped tape from nose to chin, its red eyes bulged with fury as it glared at Boyeon. Though Dokyung was the one who had tied it, the creature could only writhe helplessly, gnashing its teeth in her direction. Its body contorted at angles far beyond any human range of motion, bones and muscles twisting in grotesque ways.
“Mmph! Mmph! Mmmrrrrgh!”
Its hands and feet were bound, a rope around its neck keeping it at a fixed distance. All it could do was flop and thrash against the floor, yet the sheer intensity of its blind malice sent chills racing across Boyeon’s skin.
“Breathe.”
He pulled the inhaler from her pocket and held it to her lips. Hisss. Boyeon, who had unconsciously been holding her breath, gasped and frantically inhaled the powder.
“Hah… huff, I-I’m sorry…”
She felt pathetic enough on her own; she could only imagine how he saw her. The moment her breathing eased, she apologized. He looked faintly puzzled.
“Why are you apologizing?”
“Huh? Oh… I thought you were trying to teach me how to fight zombies. But I just stood here being useless…”
Boyeon had been an ordinary college student. Stress triggered her asthma attacks. She had almost no experience facing the infected directly. Being afraid was only natural. There was nothing she could do about the attacks. Besides, Dokyung had clearly expected this outcome, so he didn’t seem particularly bothered.
He had never intended to teach her how to fight. Using drones was one thing, but combat training at this point seemed pointless. At best he might teach her how to take a hit and buy time to run, but judging by her current behavior, he doubted it would make any difference.
The reason he had brought the zombie was simple. That night, the mere smell had made her retch; he worried that watching a zombie’s head explode would trigger another breathing fit. He had dragged one here thinking she might grow used to them if she saw one up close.
“I only have one use for you. Just do that well.”
Dokyung was not the type to explain his thoughts in detail. His expression remained blank as he spoke curtly.
“Just watch. And keep breathing.”
……
Boyeon felt strangely unsettled.
* * *
That night, Dokyung took her.
“Ah, hah, ngh…!”
It had only been two days, yet swallowing his cock again left her entrance raw and stinging. Boyeon sobbed, clawing at the sheets. It was slightly better than the first time, but the strain was just as brutal. No matter how she thought about it, the real reason it was so difficult was because Dokyung was simply too big. He drove something the thickness of her forearm into her while brutally snapping his hips. He fucked with pure instinct—thrusting, shaking, spilling. Raw. Like mating with a beast rather than a human.
What was harder to endure than the initial pain came after the difficult insertion, once her insides had loosened a little. Her slick inner walls clenched on their own, greedily gripping the massive shaft.
She had seen it several times now, and it truly looked monstrous. It was thick and long, of course, but the color was almost black. The ridges were so pronounced that she once had the absurd thought it resembled the segmented body of an ant—head, thorax, abdomen. A mutant ant grown as thick as a man’s forearm.
The blunt glans would spear through her entrance, followed by the fat shaft, and finally the root would seal her opening completely. It felt like a fist and forearm had been shoved inside her belly; her lower abdomen bulged visibly. The burning heat churning her insides brought on cramps.
“My stomach—ngh, ugh, my stomach… hah, it hurts, haa…!”
“Put on a little weight here.”
A large hand rubbed her belly.
“D-don’t press—ah, ughk, uuu!”
Boyeon, who remembered what had happened last time, screamed in instinctive terror. A red smile curved coldly across his lips. His burning palm tapped lightly but firmly against the swollen curve beneath her womb. To Boyeon it felt like being punched in the stomach.
“Ugh… hah, huu… ughk!”
She convulsed, unable to move, as if a blade had been driven into a vital point. When her eyes rolled back and she drooled obscenely, he seemed faintly amused and continued the torment. It was a sadistic act—gripping her inner walls and the skin of her belly from the outside to stimulate the cock buried inside her.
“With that innocent face.”
He shoved his fingers into her mouth and whispered.
“Ugh, kgh… hhk!”
“I wonder if that bastard knew that when you take cock you drool like a filthy whore.”
“Wh-who—mmph, huup!”
Boyeon had no idea he was talking about the man who had ejaculated on her underwear and photograph before running away. At the threatening whisper she simply shook her head pitifully, insisting she didn’t know.
“The bastard who came on your face and ran.”
“Th-that was… the photo… haa!”
“Maybe he imagined it.”
When his powerful body surged, the sensitive membranes were scraped harshly by the ridges. Especially when the thick shaft withdrew, the flushed walls of her cunt clung to it, pulling out strings of slick. Her delicate flesh shuddered even at the cold air, desperately trying to draw back inside.
“Ha, ngh… kgh! Ah, ugh!”
Thud. Thud. The deep, pounding thrusts made Boyeon open her mouth wide and moan. His fingers scraped the roof of her mouth. On her pale, tear-streaked face, agony and pleasure swirled together in chaos.
“Take it.”
He gripped her jaw with wet fingers, forcing her mouth open wider, and spat on her flushed tongue. Sticky saliva dripped in thick strands into her mouth. The sensation of her oral cavity filling with slippery fluid felt foreign. Spitting in her mouth—what did it even mean? She didn’t know. The humiliating, obscene act she was experiencing for the first time made Boyeon’s cheeks burn red.
“Swallow.”
“Hhk…”
But under his urging she awkwardly gulped down Dokyung’s saliva. The feeling of another person’s bodily fluid sliding into her digestive tract made her heart pound with unease. She grew afraid, as if she had done something she should never have done.