Silence Descends at Dawn in the Hypermarket: Grotesque Companionship and the Beast's Blind Craving
In the hypermarket where silence had settled at dawn, a bizarre sense of companionship and the beast's blind craving. A vast ruin ruled by perfect odorlessness and chilly stillness. The interior of the abandoned hypermarket in the heart of an unnamed city felt like a strange vacuum, as if the stench of corpses and acidic secretions that saturated the outside world had been completely sealed away. With every light extinguished, the store aisles drowned in pitch-black darkness as Eunha's frail naked body staggered out, swaying dangerously with each step.
The smooth tiles beneath her bare feet were cold as ice. Every movement sent jagged phantom pain ripping up her spine from the shredded pelvic floor muscles and rectal walls. "Haa… hng… huk……" A fragile, broken panting slipped from between Eunha's cracked lips.
Pressed tight against the side of her slender thigh was a massive, mutated black wolf weighing over ninety kilograms. He kept his damp, enormous snout perfectly sealed to her skin, following like a leech that would permit not even a millimeter of space. The male's pathological obsession. His stiff outer fur scraped her pale bare flesh like sandpaper, and with every step his boiling breath slammed hot against her sensitive skin and mucous membranes.
The beast's ferocious anxiety that his now-scentless female might flee had become a violent restraint, forcing even her gait and stride length under his absolute control. Yet even while trembling with fear, Eunha did not push that huge snout away. Instead she reached down with a cold, shaking hand and gently, tenderly stroked the snout and fur glued to her thigh.
"It's okay… I'm right here. I won't run……"
At her whisper, a low, heavy vibration rolled pleasantly from deep inside Taeo's throat. In Eunha's ruined vision, where burned optic nerves had left only cloudy whiteness, the supermarket's layout was reconstructed solely through faint past memories and the subtle shifts of air against her nose.
The meat section. A place where cold air pooled and the fishy smell of protein drifted out. Eunha sharpened her senses and moved toward the deepest part of the store, where cool air lay heavy against the walls. At last her fingertips met cold metal framing and a glass door.
The refrigeration had long since failed without power, but inside the sealed case the cool air still trapped the scent of raw meat that had not yet decayed too badly. With trembling hands Eunha pushed the heavy glass door open to the side. A thick, metallic smell of blood rushed out.
Grrrrrrk. Glug.
The instant she caught the scent, Eunha's empty stomach—denied even a sip of water for days—convulsed violently and sent harsh stomach acid surging up her throat. "Ugh… keck……"
Extreme hunger crushed what little remained of human reason and disgust. A destructive appetite to shove even blood-dripping raw meat into her mouth and chew it like a beast paralyzed the blind female's mind in white heat. Eunha groped frantically, snatching cold meat packs stacked on the shelf at random.
The tough plastic wrap around the styrofoam tray. Without caring that her fingertips tore open, she used her white teeth like an animal to rip the packaging apart. Riiip. Thud. The wrapping came free, and a cold slab of beef still soaked in blood settled heavily into her hands.
The fishy blood trickled across her palms. The urge to bite into it raw rose all the way to her throat. Sticky saliva flooded her mouth like a waterfall and her jaw trembled. Yet Eunha did not bring the meat to her own lips.
Still holding it, she slowly turned and bent at the waist toward the huge dark shape of the black wolf crouched against her thigh. Carefully, she offered the large, blood-dripping chunk of raw meat directly in front of Taeo's savage snout.
"Taeo… you eat first."
Eunha's voice was cracked and desperate, deflated by hunger. "I… I made you carry me while you protected me… it must have been so hard."
In the silent, darkened aisle of the supermarket, the blind female's action struck the mutated predator—who now lived by wild instinct alone—more powerfully and shockingly than any vow of submission. In the beasts' world of strict survival of the fittest and pack hierarchy, food was the ultimate symbol of power and rank. Claiming the first bloody morsel belonged solely to the overwhelming alpha that ruled the pack.
Yet here was a fragile, pitiful female on the verge of death from starvation, clutching her empty belly and offering the very first bite of the prey she herself had claimed—entirely to the male. It was perfect obedience: I am your possession. I will serve you as my only master and savior. A vicious, grotesque imprint of blind affection that willingly laid even her own lifeline before his jaws.
Moreover, Taeo—who had kept his human intellect—perfectly understood why Eunha had gone straight to the meat section the moment they entered the supermarket, following scent alone despite barely being able to stand. She had done it to feed him first.
Hrrruuup. Sluuurp. Taeo's massive chest swelled as he drew in air thick with the mingled scents of blood and Eunha's tears. The violent killing intent that had burned in his red eyes receded for a moment, replaced by something deep and sticky that flickered to life.
Eunha had braced herself, certain he would bare his fangs and greedily snatch the meat. But the beast did not open his jaws toward it. Instead his giant head moved past the offering and approached her bloodless, pale face with heavy intent. Then that long, rough tongue—studded with hundreds of papillae—slid out, hot and wet.
Chup.Lick.
The beast's coarse tongue dragged upward from below, long and viscous, across Eunha's cheek soaked in sweat and tears. The sandpaper friction drenched her skin with his boiling saliva. This was not the lick of a predator tasting prey. It was fierce praise, a male's extreme possessiveness and grotesque affection poured out in response to the pitiful female who had sworn perfect obedience.
"Ahh… hng……" Eunha shrank her shoulders at the sudden display of beastly affection and let out a tiny moan. After licking her cheek once more at length, Taeo whipped his body around without sparing the meat in her hand another glance.
Kaang!Bang! Bang! With a leap powerful enough to shatter marble tiles, the ninety-kilogram mass of black fur shot like lightning into the darkness.
"T-Taeo? Where are you—!" Eunha reached out in panic, but the beast's presence had already vanished toward another aisle. She was left alone, trembling in fear, when she sank to the floor.
Less than two or three minutes later, heavy footsteps approached again, vibrating through the ground. Thud. Roll. Splat. Taeo emerged from the darkness and dropped several heavy objects onto her bare knees and at her feet in quick succession.
Startled, Eunha groped to identify them. Soft, fluffy texture wrapped in plastic. A hard, smooth metal cylinder. A cold plastic bottle containing sloshing liquid. Milk bread, canned peaches, and bottled water.
The mutated beast, who understood perfectly that her weak human teeth and ruined stomach could not handle raw meat, had searched every corner of the supermarket for processed foods—items that would smell only of disgusting chemicals to his nose—simply to fill his female's starving belly first. He had carried them back in his mouth.
"Ah… aah……" A sob fought its way up Eunha's throat and leaked out, suppressed. In this hellish world where selfish survival and betrayal had run rampant until civilization itself collapsed, where even her own parents and relatives had mocked her blindness and tried to violate her, only this giant, ferocious beast—who had torn and raped her—had answered the piece of raw meat she offered by hunting human food and placing it gently in her arms.
Eunha no longer hesitated. Her slender fingers trembled wildly as they found and picked up the can on the floor. The cold metal against her palm brought back the trauma of slicing her hand open while opening a can in the abandoned motel. She flinched slightly.
"Taeo… can you… open this for me?" Her voice was tiny, frail, trembling. Not a command, but the miserable, obedient tone of perfectly tamed livestock awaiting its owner's decision.
At her call, the sound of Taeo's pointed ears perking up cut through the darkness. Hec. Hec. He approached, panting low, and gave the back of her hand one rough lick. The hot saliva on her skin made her shiver with wild heat as she held the can out.
His massive snout moved closer. Sharp fangs glinted even in the dark as they clamped onto the top of the can. Then, with a grip that could easily crush a human wrist, he applied slow, controlled pressure. Crack!Creeeeak.
Along with a low, scraping growl, the thick aluminum crumpled like paper. He adjusted his force with bizarre precision so the contents would not spray. The lid tore halfway off, releasing a sweet, artificial syrup scent that flooded the blood-scented air.
Thud. Taeo carefully pushed the crumpled can back into her hand, angling it so his sharp teeth would not graze her fragile fingers. Eunha explored the inside with trembling fingertips. A soft peach slice drenched in sticky syrup met her touch.
Without hesitation she snatched it and stuffed it into her mouth. Chomp. Smack. Gulp. The artificial sweetness with its slight tang exploded across her tongue. Sugar rushed through her veins and her brain lit up with sharp ecstasy. The taste of real human food after so long. Her dried, twisted stomach throbbed wildly as it absorbed the glucose.
"Taeo… it's delicious. Really… delicious." Tears dripped down her cheeks as Eunha lifted her blood-stained lips in a grotesque smile. Her small, desperate laughter leaked into the darkness. She ate two or three more pieces in quick succession, then tilted the can toward Taeo's huge snout.
"You eat too. If I eat alone… I'm sorry. Beasts like sweet things too, don't they?"
Taeo's damp nose drew close to the opening. His thick male pheromones mingled strangely with the sweet fruit scent. Instead of swallowing the whole can, he extended only his long, rough tongue and carefully licked up a single peach slice. Chup. Lick. Smack smack.
His massive jaw moved as he slowly chewed the soft flesh. Sweet, sticky syrup dripped from his snout onto the back of Eunha's hand where she held the can. She did not avoid the strange, sticky sensation. Instead she rested her other hand on his stiff chest fur and burrowed deep into his body heat.
Taeo's fur still carried the scent of city dust and faint blood, but to Eunha it felt more comforting and warm than the finest perfume. The two of them sat on the floor of the ruined hypermarket where blood-red moonlight filtered in, sharing one can of peaches by turns.
When Eunha picked up a dripping piece and held it before his mouth, Taeo hid his sharp teeth and accepted it gently with only his soft tongue. When he bit off a large chunk and placed it carefully on her palm, she felt it with her fingers, brought it to her mouth, and chewed. In perfect silence, without a single spoken word. A horrific meal shared by beast and female, communicating only through rough breathing and the faint tremors of body heat passed through fingertips.
Only after Eunha licked the last drop of syrup from the bottom of the can did the long hunger begin to ease. She set the empty can down and leaned her forehead against the nape of Taeo's neck where he crouched around her like a living shield. She murmured softly.
"Taeo… can we… keep living like this?"
His giant snout turned and touched her cheek. With his sandpaper tongue he licked away the tears and fruit syrup in one long stroke. Chup. Sliiide. Boiling saliva slid stickily down her pale skin. Eunha closed her eyes tightly at the blatant heat and sense of domination.
The terror that had once destroyed her insides had reversed into a salvation drug she now needed to survive. She let out a small, grotesque laugh of resignation. "Yes… because you… because you're by my side…."
But the peaceful afterglow of their meal was nothing more than perfect foreplay that awakened another instinct in the wild predator. Taeo's tongue, which had been grooming her face, did not stop. It changed direction and moved downward with fierce purpose. Hot, wet breath rushed down her slender nape, brushing blatantly across her thin arms and rounded shoulders.
The subtle rise in body temperature and scent of fresh blood flow from the female who had finished eating pricked at the male's nose. "Hik…! T-Taeo… why…?" Eunha shrank her shoulders and twisted, but his tongue roughly licked the soft skin inside her elbow. Then, moving like a snake, it mercilessly dug toward the secret valley between her bare thighs—the place still marked with horrific traces of dried blood and fluids.
Squish. Squelch. Sliiide.
"Ahh! Hng… ung…!" Taeo's thick, rough tongue rummaged along the bare skin of her inner thighs and began persistently licking around the entrance that had not yet fully healed. Each scrape of the papillae against raw flesh sent stinging burns racing upward, yet the enormous amount of saliva pouring from his mouth soaked the wounds, transforming the pain into a grotesque numbness.
The throbbing area grew feverishly hot, as if a stove had been pressed against it. Eunha held her breath at the wet, coarse texture violating her. Shame and humiliation should have flooded her, but her brain—perfectly addicted to the beast's hormones—squeezed out spine-chilling relief and pleasure from the unclean contact.
"Ugh… Taeo… stop, hng… stop it……" Even as her mouth refused, her arms clutched tighter at the thick fur of his nape instead of pushing him away. The beast's tongue did not stop. His rough breathing gradually turned into the panting of rut, heating the supermarket's cold air.
I must lick her torn wounds quickly and heal them. Repair the damaged interior completely with my saliva. Then push my giant shaft inside once more, tie an indelible knot deep in her belly, and fill her with my seed.
It was the most beastly and destructive way for a mutated male to manage and claim his female. Eunha trembled violently at the horrific heat spreading down her thighs and the presence of the massive flesh between the beast's hind legs that was once again engorging with blood, producing grotesque wet sounds.
In the pitch-black darkness of the ruined hypermarket, the grotesque symbiosis between the flesh-pressed beast and the blind female plunged once more into a violent vortex of heat, blood, and mucus.