The Beast's Rage and Utter Exhaustion
The deepest corner of the mart was steeped in a chill that cut straight to the bone. Beyond the heavy steel door of the spacious staff break room—once a place where employees took turns resting—the outside world's nauseating stench of blood and the skin-crawling flutter of giant insect wings were completely sealed away.
Eunha, who had clung to Taeo's broad back like a piece of luggage while they scavenged supplies throughout the store, slid off the moment the massive beast lowered himself to the floor. As the day drew to a close, the temperature inside the sealed space plummeted sharply, slicing at her bare skin like a blade.
Her frail, naked body was little more than a walking collection of biological filth. Even with her damaged optic nerves and blurred vision, the hideous remnants clinging to her skin stood out in painfully vivid color. Across her shoulders and back, the sticky, sour green bodily fluids that had sprayed from the giant cockroaches Taeo had torn apart upon their entry had dried into ugly splotches. Beneath that, the rotten bloodstains and corpse stench from rolling across the hospital floor had soaked deep into her pores, radiating a revolting odor.
But what clawed at her nerves with obsessive terror more than anything else were the beast's marks that completely covered her lower body. The hundreds of milliliters of boiling-hot semen Taeo had repeatedly pumped into her narrow vaginal opening and torn anus. After their knot had loosened, the cloudy white mucus had poured out of her like a waterfall, flowing down the insides of her slender thighs and the cleft of her ass before hardening into a rigid, glue-like crust in the cold air.
On top of that, the remnants of feces that had spilled out when her sphincter—nearly ruptured to fourth-degree tearing—lost all control, along with the dark red blood that had burst from her wounds, had mixed with the beast's sticky saliva into a horrific mud that clung to her skin like a vise. Even the slightest movement of her legs or contraction of her muscles caused the hardened filth to tug at her skin, triggering a sickening pain as if her flesh were being ripped away.
If left like this, even if the beast's saliva healed her wounds, the rotten organic matter and acidic insect venom stuck to her skin would clearly burrow into her pores, causing horrific necrosis and secondary infection.
Eunha forced her trembling body upright. In one corner of the break room, beyond her hazy vision, she could make out the tiled floor and drain of the simple shower stall. The water pipes were broken and no water flowed, but several two-liter bottles of drinking water that Taeo had carried in his mouth during their scavenging lay scattered across the floor.
In this ruined world, clean water that could be drunk was an absolute treasure worth trading a life for. The impulse to stand under the showerhead and douse herself in water surged up to her throat, but Eunha bit her lip hard and suppressed that luxurious desire. Instead, she fumbled through the first-aid backpack and pulled out a clean, dry towel.
She twisted open the plastic cap of a water bottle and carefully dampened only one end of the towel.
-Splish.
Even the sound of cold water soaking into the fabric sounded to her like an echo of salvation.
Gripping the now-heavy, damp towel, Eunha began scrubbing fiercely from her pale neck downward.
-Scrub. Scraaape.
The moment the ice-cold moisture touched her skin, every fine hair on her body stood on end with a silent scream. But Eunha didn't stop. She wiped away the dried semen crusting her chest, then rubbed her shoulders and arms—caked with insect fluids—so hard that her skin flushed bright red. Wherever the towel passed, the terrible stench and filth melted away, and the clean, cool scent of a human female slowly began to spread through the air.
The most painful part was her lower body. Every time she wiped the insides of her thighs where dried blood and semen had fused together, the flesh that had barely begun to heal was irritated by the friction, sending sharp, burning pain shooting through her.
"Ahh… hng… haa……."
Even through the tear-inducing agony, Eunha kept her legs spread and persistently cleaned around her most private and wretched areas. The physical act of erasing the beast's musky scent and the traces of mating from her body brought a meager comfort to her shattered mind.
But that meager comfort was a fatal act of suicide that triggered the predator's most savage fuse.
-Grrruuuh.Sniff. Sniff.
The massive black wolf, who had been lying in the center of the break room resting, flared his sensitive nostrils. Millions of olfactory cells dissected in real time the subtle chemical changes dispersing through the air.
Taeo's red, bloodshot eyes flashed toward the delicate figure of Eunha in the corner shower stall, scrubbing her body with the towel. The thick, sticky male pheromones that had been stimulating the beast's nose—the overwhelming scent he had mercilessly poured deep into this female's belly and used to perfectly coat her skin as a declaration of ownership—was now being washed away by her own hands, transforming her into a clean, scentless state that could attract other males.
To a wild dominant, erasing the scent he had marked was a clear denial of ownership and evidence of rebellion against the pack. Even with his human intelligence, Taeo's reason—already completely devoured by the hormones of heat—snapped like a rotten rope.
-GRRRRRRRRRR!!!!
A ferocious, bone-shaking roar that threatened to collapse the concrete walls of the break room.
"Hik…! Ah, aah!"
Eunha's slender shoulders froze as if struck by lightning, and the towel slipped from her hand to the floor with a soft thud.
-Bam!Scraaatch!
Taeo exploded upward, his ninety-kilogram mass of muscle slamming against the floor. His claws gouged the tiles with a chilling scrape, and in just three strides, the mountain of black fur loomed behind her like a range of peaks.
His heavy forepaw slammed down on her thin shoulder, mercilessly pinning her to the tiled floor.
"Krrgh…!"
As Eunha lay face-down on the cold tiles, the beast's boiling-hot, ragged breath poured over her back like a storm.
-Grrrr! Kyaak!
Taeo's massive jaws snapped open directly above her nape. The extreme killing intent suggested he was about to drive those merciless fangs into her pale cervical vertebrae and shove his mark deep into her blood so she could never wash away his scent again.
Eunha's cloudy silver pupils flipped white with terror, and her heart began to pound wildly as if it would burst from her ribcage. The miraculous sense of connection they had shared just moments ago—when he had found medicine for her and offered his back—meant nothing in the face of the beast's possessive urge.
"T-Taeo… please, please spare me… aah…!"
Pinned to the floor, Eunha forced her trembling arms upward and desperately wrapped them around the stiff fur of the beast's nape as he tried to bite her neck. Then she thrust her tear- and snot-streaked face beneath his hot muzzle and began to beg in the most pitiful, wretched voice imaginable.
"Why, why are you like this… I'm not running away… I wasn't trying to erase my scent… sob…."
Her frail fingers stroked soothingly along the savage muscles beneath his jaw.
"If I don't wash… because of the bugs' blood and my own shit… my skin will rot… I'll get sick. If I get sick and collapse… you won't be able to hold me anymore. You won't be able to take me with you… Please, okay? Please let me wash…."
A horrific, perverse plea to the beast who had raped her—for permission to clean her body so she could be raped again. But that thoroughly submissive logic, and the clear biological loss that would occur if the female fell ill and died, sank precisely into Taeo's clever mind.
The fangs that had risen to tear into her nape trembled in the air for a moment before slowly retracting behind his thick lips.
-Sssip. Sniff.
Taeo buried his nose into her wet collarbone, fiercely inhaling once more to confirm the thick hormonal scent of his own that flowed through the blood vessels beneath her skin. Though the surface scent had been washed away, deep inside her belly and bloodstream, the chemical signature of his semen still coiled perfectly in place.
Having repeatedly confirmed this absolute proof of subordination, Taeo let out a single low, dissatisfied huff and withdrew the pressure of the forepaw pinning her down, stepping back.
It was the arrogant concession of a ruler, granting permission to wash.
"Haa… haaa… th-thank you…."
Still lying on the tiled floor, Eunha poured out tears of relief and panted heavily. Her body, which had barely escaped death's door, was drenched in cold sweat. She picked up the fallen towel and, under the beast's cool surveillance, hurriedly finished wiping away the remaining filth from her lower body and every corner of her skin, pouring the leftover water little by little.
The pain felt as if her skin would tear, but to avoid upsetting the beast's mood again, she bit her lip and endured without letting out a single moan.
After cleaning her entire body, Eunha used the remaining water to rinse the towel cold and clean. Then, clutching the towel she had used on herself with both hands, she turned to face the enormous predator who had stepped back and was quietly watching her.
"Stay still… You need to be washed too. You're filthy."
Her voice trembled like a thin sheet of paper from utter exhaustion. Yet within her blind pupils lay a deep sense of grim duty—the harsh obligation she had to endure in order to survive in this hellish apocalypse under the beast's protection.
Taeo's massive body was also horribly contaminated with insect fluids, dust, and dried bloodstains from their journey to the mart. If she didn't clean the filth on his back and the back of his neck—places he couldn't reach with his own tongue—the stench and bacteria would torment Eunha's respiratory system as she slept beside him.
Trembling in her nakedness, Eunha approached and lifted the damp towel with both hands onto the beast's enormous nape.
-Scrub. Scraaape.
The coarse, moisture-laden towel heavily swept across his stiff, thick outer fur. The physical and mental pressure of a blind person having to thoroughly clean the full volume of this gigantic monster using only touch. Beneath her delicate palms, she could feel every movement of Taeo's trapezius and intercostal muscles, coiled tight as steel cables.
With each pass of the towel, the acidic insect fluids and old bloodstains were washed away, and the beast's own rich, wild male pheromones surged through the break room air.
-Grrrr.
As if pleased, Taeo let out a low rumble that vibrated through bone and leaned his massive head against Eunha's slender waist. The enormous weight made her body sway, but she planted her feet firmly and refused to step back, diligently and ceaselessly scrubbing his chest and broad back.
In a wild wolf pack, a lower-ranking member grooming the alpha's fur signified perfect submission and bonding. Taeo interpreted this fragile female's act of meticulously stroking every inch of his body with the wet cloth as the most devoted and perfect 'grooming'—an act of obedience directed at him.
He half-closed his red eyes in satisfaction and completely surrendered his heavy body to her touch.
After finishing his back, chest, and thick forelegs, the last place Eunha's towel reached was the heavy, dangling, most secret and dangerous part between the beast's hind legs.
"Hng……."
Holding her breath, Eunha pushed her hand between his massive thighs. There, radiating intense heat, was a pitch-black sheath as thick as an adult man's thigh—the sheath that concealed the savage bone shaft that had torn her apart and the knot that swelled to prevent withdrawal.
The surface of the sheath and the surrounding fur were horrifically crusted with the dark red blood that had burst from her rectal wall, Taeo's own precum, and the semen residue that had leaked out after multiple ejaculations.
Suppressing the trauma that made her lower abdomen spasm every time her fingertips made contact, Eunha began carefully yet persistently wiping away the filth around that ferocious reproductive organ with the damp towel.
-Twitch. Squish.
The moment the female's cold touch and wet friction touched the male's most sensitive vital point, the enormous bone shaft sleeping deep inside the sheath reflexively writhed with savage force. The overwhelming hardness transmitted through the leather and the extreme heat radiating like a furnace made Taeo's breathing grow heavy and his back muscles tense tightly.
A razor-thin, destructive tension swirled in the air, as if he might at any moment unsheathe his erect cock and pin her to the tiled floor. Eunha squeezed her eyes shut and hurried her hand movements.
Fortunately, Taeo's instinct to enjoy the female's devoted grooming barely held his lust in check; he only let out short huffs and did not pounce on her.
Finally, after perfectly erasing the last bloodstain from the beast's groin, Eunha tossed the towel to the floor.
"Haa… haaa… it's… it's done……."
Her lips had turned blue as she panted like a fish gasping in drought. In the perfect darkness where her vision was blocked, suppressing extreme terror while meticulously cleaning every inch of a ninety-kilogram monster had been an extreme labor that scraped up and burned every last scrap of vitality left in this blind female who had been starving for days, her rectal wall ruptured, and surviving on just a few pieces of canned fruit.
The moment all the work was finished and the thread of tension finally snapped.
The last fragments of strength in Eunha's slender legs vanished as if by magic.
-Thud. Collapse.
"Aah……. It's cold."
Her body crumpled like a marionette with its strings cut, collapsing pitifully onto the cold tiled floor of the shower stall. A dizzying, vicious vertigo. Her vision swirled into perfect darkness as her brain felt paralyzed.
"Haa..."
It was complete exhaustion. The icy chill of the tiles mercilessly pierced her pale naked body, but Eunha no longer had the strength to move even a single finger or eyelash. Her consciousness helplessly sank beneath a deep, heavy sleep.
And just before she fell into that pitch-black swamp of unconsciousness—
-Slide. Flop.
She felt the massive, hot lump of fur belonging to the beast she had just painstakingly cleaned press heavily down over her curled-up body. Taeo had lain down on the floor, wrapping her cold naked form completely within the broad expanse of his chest and belly, enclosing her in a perfect circle on top of him.
The chill of the tiles was instantly blocked, and the beast's boiling body heat covered her freezing skin like a gigantic biological blanket.
The embrace of the heinous perpetrator who had raped her and torn her insides apart had, paradoxically, become the warmest, safest, and only cradle in this ruined world from which she could never escape.
The blind female, completely buried beneath that bizarre and cruel warmth that pressed down on her, forgot even the will to resist and slipped away into deep darkness.