The Frenzy of Cleanliness and Desperate Exhaustion
In the deepest part of the hypermarket, where a chilling cold hung in the air, the staff lounge offered perfect isolation. Beyond the heavy iron door that had once let employees take turns resting, the outside world’s sickening stench of blood and the skin-crawling flutter of giant insect wings were completely sealed away.
Eunha had spent the day clinging to Taeo’s broad back like a piece of luggage while he scavenged the store for supplies. The moment the massive beast lowered himself to the floor, she slid off and collapsed in a heap.
The day was ending. Sealed inside the lounge, the temperature plunged, slicing at her bare skin like knives. Eunha’s fragile naked body was little more than a walking collection of biological filth.
Even with her damaged optic nerves and cloudy vision, the colors of the horror clinging to her were brutally clear. Across her shoulders and back, the sticky, sour green fluid that had sprayed when Taeo tore apart the swarm of giant cockroaches had dried into hideous patches. Beneath that, rotten bloodstains and the stench of corpses from the hospital floor had soaked deep into her pores, radiating a nauseating odor.
But what truly shredded her nerves and triggered her obsessive horror was the evidence covering her lower body. Hundreds of milliliters of boiling semen that Taeo had pumped relentlessly into her narrow cunt and torn asshole. After the knot released, the thick white sludge had poured out like a waterfall, running down her slender inner thighs and the cleft of her ass before hardening in the cold air into a rigid, glue-like crust.
Mixed with that were the fecal remnants her ruined sphincter had lost control of, along with dark blood from her wounds, all tangled with the beast’s sticky saliva into a grotesque mud that gripped her skin. The slightest shift of her legs or twitch of muscle pulled at the hardened filth, sending pain like living flesh being ripped away.
If left uncleaned, even if the beast’s saliva healed the tears, the decaying organic matter and acidic insect venom would burrow into her pores, causing horrific necrosis and secondary infection. Eunha forced her trembling body upright.
In the corner, past her blurry sight, she made out the tiled floor and drain of the simple shower stall. The pipes were severed, so no water flowed, but several two-liter bottles Taeo had carried in his mouth during their scavenging lay scattered across the floor. In this ruined world, clean drinking water was worth more than life itself.
The urge to stand under the showerhead and let water pour over her rose in her throat, but Eunha bit down hard and crushed the wasteful impulse. Instead she rummaged through the first-aid pack and pulled out a clean, dry towel. She twisted open a plastic bottle and carefully dampened only one end of the cloth.
Splish. Even the sound of cold water soaking into fabric felt like salvation.
She gripped the now-heavy towel and began scrubbing fiercely from her pale neck downward. The icy moisture made every hair on her body stand on end, screaming. Still she did not stop. She wiped away the dried semen crusted on her chest, then rubbed her shoulders and arms—where insect fluids had stuck—until her skin burned red.
Wherever the towel passed, the stench and filth dissolved. Gradually, Eunha’s own scent emerged: the clean, cool fragrance of a human female drifting into the air.
The worst pain came from her lower body. Each stroke along her inner thighs, where blood and semen had fused into a hard shell, tore at the freshly healing flesh and sent sharp, burning agony racing through her.
“Ahh… hng… haa……”
Tears stung her eyes, yet Eunha kept her legs spread and meticulously cleaned the most private, ruined parts of herself. The physical erasure of the beast’s musk and the evidence of their mating brought a fragile scrap of comfort to her shattered mind.
That comfort, however, was a fatal mistake. It struck the predator’s most savage trigger.
A low, wet snort. Sniff. Sniff.
The giant black wolf lying in the center of the room lifted his sensitive nostrils. Millions of scent receptors dissected the subtle chemical shift in the air. Taeo’s bloodshot crimson eyes snapped toward the slender figure in the corner shower stall, scrubbing herself with the towel.
The thick, sticky male pheromones that had coated her. The overwhelming scent he had poured deep into her womb and smeared across her skin to declare absolute ownership. Now she was washing it away, turning herself into something clean and scentless—something that could attract other males.
To a wild dominant, erasing his mark was outright rebellion. A declaration that she meant to leave the pack.
Even with his human intellect, the mating hormones had devoured Taeo’s reason. His patience snapped like rotten rope.
Grrrrrrrrrrrrr!!!!
The roar shook the concrete walls and rattled marrow in the bones.
“Hik…! Ah, aah!”
Eunha’s thin shoulders locked rigid. The towel slipped from her fingers and fell to the floor with a wet slap.
Bang! Claws screeched across tile.
Taeo exploded ninety kilograms of muscle off the ground. In three strides the mountain of black fur loomed behind her. A heavy front paw slammed down on her fragile shoulder, smashing her face-first onto the cold tiles.
“Keugh…!”
Scalding, furious breath blasted across her back like a storm. The beast’s massive jaws cracked open directly above her nape, fangs gleaming with the clear intent to drive his mark so deep into her blood that she would never be able to wash him off again.
Eunha’s cloudy silver eyes rolled white with terror. Her heart hammered as if it would burst from her ribs. The miraculous bond they had shared only minutes earlier—when he had carried her and let her search for medicine—meant nothing in the face of primal possession.
“T-Taeo… please, please spare me… aah…!”
Pinned to the floor, she forced her trembling arms upward and desperately clutched the stiff fur of his neck. Tears and snot streaked her face as she pushed it beneath his burning snout and begged in the most pitiful voice imaginable.
“Why… why are you doing this… I’m not running away… I wasn’t trying to erase your scent… hic…”
Her slender fingers stroked the rigid muscles under his jaw, soothing. “If I don’t wash… the bug blood and my own filth… my skin will rot… I’ll get sick. If I’m bedridden… you won’t be able to hold me anymore. You won’t be able to take me with you… Please? Please let me clean…”
It was a grotesque, perverse plea—begging the beast who had raped her for permission to wash so she could be raped again. Yet the coldly logical submission, the biological truth that a sick or dead female meant no more mating, sank perfectly into Taeo’s clever mind.
The fangs poised above her neck trembled, then slowly withdrew between thick lips.
Suuup.Sniff.
He buried his nose against her wet throat, inhaling the heavy hormonal signature still coursing through her veins and coiled deep in her womb. The surface scent was gone, but the proof of ownership inside her remained absolute.
Satisfied, Taeo exhaled a low, discontented snort and lifted his paw. He stepped back—an arrogant ruler granting a concession.
“Haa… haaa… th-thank you…”
Eunha remained sprawled on the tiles, sobbing with relief, chest heaving. Cold sweat soaked her. She retrieved the fallen towel and, beneath the beast’s watchful gaze, carefully rationed the remaining water to finish scrubbing every trace of filth from her lower body and hidden places.
The pain was excruciating, as though her skin were being flayed, but she bit her lip bloody and swallowed every sound so as not to provoke him again.
When she was finally clean, she rinsed the towel with the last of the water. Then, clutching the damp cloth in both hands, she turned toward the giant predator who had retreated to watch her in silence.
“Stay still… You’re dirty too. You need to be cleaned.”
Her voice shook like tissue paper from exhaustion, yet her blind eyes burned with the grim sense of duty required to survive this hell—under the protection of the very monster who had destroyed her.
Taeo’s massive frame was also caked with insect fluids, dust, and dried blood. If she did not clean the places he could not reach with his tongue, the stench and bacteria would poison the air she had to breathe while sleeping against him.
Trembling, naked, Eunha approached and lifted the wet towel to his thick neck.
Swish. Scraaape.
The rough, damp fabric dragged heavily through his stiff outer coat. Relying solely on touch to map the enormous creature’s body brought crushing physical and mental strain. Beneath her small palms she felt every corded muscle—trapezius and intercostals like steel cables—shifting.
Each pass of the towel washed away acidic insect residue and old blood, releasing the beast’s own thick, wild male pheromones until they flooded the lounge.
Grrrl.
Taeo rumbled with pleasure, a deep sound that vibrated through bone, and leaned his massive head against her slender waist. The sudden weight nearly toppled her, but Eunha braced her legs and continued scrubbing his chest and broad back with tireless devotion.
In a wild wolf pack, a subordinate grooming the alpha’s coat meant perfect submission and bonding. Taeo accepted the frail female’s meticulous attention as the ultimate act of devotion. He half-closed his crimson eyes in satisfaction and surrendered his enormous body to her hands.
After his back, chest, and thick forelegs were clean, the towel moved to the most intimate and dangerous place—hanging heavily between his hind legs.
“Hng……”
Eunha held her breath and slid her hand between the massive thighs. There, the pitch-black sheath as thick as a man’s leg radiated scorching heat. It concealed the ferocious bone that had torn her apart and the swelling knot that locked inside her. The surface and surrounding fur were crusted with her own dark blood, the beast’s precum, and dried semen from multiple climaxes.
Suppressing the traumatic spasms in her lower belly, she wiped the area carefully yet thoroughly with the wet towel.
The sensitive flesh twitched hard. Inside the sheath, the great bone stirred violently in reflex. Overwhelming hardness and furnace-like heat pressed against her palm. Taeo’s breathing grew heavier; the muscles along his back tightened like cables.
The tension in the air became razor-sharp, as though at any second he would drag the monstrous erection free and slam her to the tiles.
Eunha squeezed her eyes shut and hurried. Fortunately the instinct to enjoy her devoted grooming barely held his lust in check. He only snorted, never pouncing.
When the last smear of blood was gone from his groin, she dropped the towel.
“Haa… haaaa… It’s… it’s finished……”
Her lips were blue. She panted like a fish dying on dry land. In total darkness, fighting down bone-deep terror while scrubbing every inch of a ninety-kilogram monster had drained the last reserves of a blind woman who had been starving for days with a ruptured rectum. The final thread of tension snapped.
Her legs gave out. She crumpled.
“Aah…… It’s cold.”
Like a puppet with cut strings, Eunha collapsed helplessly onto the freezing tiles. Terrible dizziness swirled. Her consciousness sank into black paralysis.
“Haa…”
Total exhaustion.
The icy tiles leeched the warmth from her naked body, but she no longer had strength to move even a fingertip. She was sliding into deep, heavy sleep.
Just before she drowned in that dark swamp, a soft sound reached her.
Swish. Flump.
The huge, hot furred body she had just cleaned so carefully settled over her curled form. Taeo lay down and wrapped her completely within the furnace of his broad chest and belly, shielding her from the cold floor. The beast’s boiling body heat enveloped her like a living blanket.
The embrace of the monster who had raped her and torn her insides apart had paradoxically become the warmest, safest, and most inescapable cradle in this ruined world.
Buried beneath that bizarre, cruel heat, the blind female forgot all thought of resistance and slipped into perfect darkness.