The Abandoned Idol Gang-Rape Video in the Apocalypse! How Could Anyone Just Scroll Past That Thumbnail? [Whereabouts of Angel Life Idol Na Yu-jin] [2]
“Whoa... these fucking bastards actually managed to find this...”
Geum Tae-yang had already been left speechless by the murder videos, but the footage claiming to have located the Angel Life girl group’s vehicle drew an even more dramatic reaction from him.
It felt truly relentless.
“So they wandered all over that place crawling with zombies just to find this, huh.”
In the early days of the apocalypse, the overwhelmingly most common online jokes had been about girl groups. Things like how people had awakened powers and fucked popular girl groups, or that by this point it wouldn’t be a big deal to go find a girl group and rape them.
As time passed, the talk grew even more specific. Where exactly were the girl groups hiding? They must have been out doing events—weren’t there idols who’d turned into zombies? What would it taste like to fuck those zombie idols? Posts like that had sprouted up like weeds.
Then information that Angel Life, who’d been doing a regional event, hadn’t managed to return after the zombie outbreak started circulating as if it were established fact.
Alright! Right here, everyone! This is the spot where I found the Angel Life vehicle!
Geum Tae-yang clicked the video and started watching.
It was a real-time live stream. The chat window had completely gone to shit.
Let me check one more time. Can you see it? This vehicle? And this license plate? This is the vehicle Angel Life uses when they travel.
The YouTuber double-checked the Angel Life transport vehicle for the viewers.
Hmm... judging by how the content’s progressing, it doesn’t feel like they’ve captured the Angel Life girls or confirmed any corpses...
Still, Geum Tae-yang didn’t jump into the ambient-life war raging in chat. He stayed calm and focused only on the broadcast.
The video thumbnail was extremely provocative. At a glance it looked exactly like they’d captured the Angel Life members and gang-raped them, complete with early AI bait footage. But the actual video centered entirely on the vehicle.
Can you see it, everyone?? Right here! The Angel Life vehicle was flipped over right here!
As the video continued, more detailed circumstances came into view.
So they crashed out in the middle of nowhere...
The wrecked vehicle finally appeared on screen. Wanting a proper look, Geum Tae-yang leaned his face even closer to the computer monitor.
Judging by the direction of travel, it looked like the moment they were heading back after finishing a regional event. Something had gone wrong, the vehicle had crashed, left the road, flipped over, and the Angel Life exclusive van had ended up jammed at the bottom of the adjacent hillside.
“What the hell! A-young, you saw that too????”
A few hours later, Park A-young and Geum Tae-yang were outside the bunker installing new traps. Thanks to the main power source they now had more than enough energy, and Park A-young had decided to use it to set up additional electric traps. In practice these traps were less about zombies or ordinary people and more of a defensive wall against Awakened.
While they worked on the traps together, Geum Tae-yang learned that Park A-young had also watched the live stream about the Angel Life accident.
“Is there any YouTube I don’t watch these days? I got hooked late after the apocalypse started, and now it’s one of the important parts of my daily routine. Hand me that nail gun.”
Park A-young demanded the nail gun Geum Tae-yang was holding with a nonchalant expression. Before the apocalypse she had lived completely cut off from the world. Now that the world had actually ended, she had become far more interested in what was going on out there.
“Looking at how only the driver’s corpse is there, it doesn’t seem like they died in the crash itself, right? If they’d found bodies or any belongings farther from the scene, they would’ve used them for aggro.”
Geum Tae-yang handed the nail gun over to Park A-young and shared the deductions he’d made while watching the Angel Life crash vehicle YouTube stream.
“I think the same.”
“And even at a glance the escape difficulty looked pretty high. If it flipped that badly, it means there were a ton of zombies around that road at the time.”
“In that situation they managed to run away with the other members? Sure, there would’ve been bodyguards so they might’ve gotten help, but it still would’ve been one hell of a brutal escape.”
Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!
Park A-young immediately started driving nails with the gun she’d taken from Geum Tae-yang. The nail gun was high-quality and large enough that the thick nails sank in hard. All of it was equipment from Park Do-chul’s bunker—when you thought about it, the guy was basically a generous tree that just kept giving.
Park A-young handled the nail gun with impressive skill. Even while she worked she half-agreed with Geum Tae-yang’s reasoning, yet still pointed out how difficult the escape would have been.
“The way you’re talking, A-young, it sounds like you’re saying there’s a chance one of the people at the scene awakened.”
Her tone made it sound difficult, but Park A-young’s claim was actually positive. From Geum Tae-yang’s perspective she was considering the possibility that either an Angel Life member or one of the staff had become an Awakened.
“That’s the most reasonable way to look at it. Better than thinking those delicate girls got out safely without any Awakened help.”
“Anyway, that area’s gonna be noisy for a while. Online there are people literally praying that they get to fuck Angel Life’s Na Yu-jin. A lot of those guys are probably gonna start searching that whole area like maniacs.”
“Yeah... people’s madness right now is no joke...”
The apocalypse right now was extreme in both directions. Either people were so terrified they never left their rooms, or they had abandoned being human and were flying around like moths to a flame, radiating pure insanity.
Geum Tae-yang himself had done plenty of keyboard warrior shit before the apocalypse, but he never expected people’s suppressed madness to reach this level.
The foundation of this kind of madness is a victim complex and inferiority, so of course the targets end up being people worth snatching and fucking, or people worth tormenting.
He might not have predicted it, but Geum Tae-yang fully understood the mechanism of apocalyptic madness. In the end it was the same pattern as the schoolyard thugs and delinquents from his school days. Rage got directed at people they already held grudges against, or they sought out targets like female idols who were perfect for venting twisted desires. And if neither of those worked, the natural order was to aim at the weak who could be openly enjoyed through violence.
Right now we fall into all three of those categories...
Watching the Angel Life accident video, Geum Tae-yang felt deep in his bones that this wasn’t someone else’s problem. All the disgusting jokes poured onto Na Yu-jin could just as easily be aimed at Kim Min-jung and Park A-young. He had already experienced that firsthand with Cho Hee-chan’s crew.
They’ve got plenty of justification to come after us too... that bastard Park Do-chul left so much shit behind with other people...
On top of that, Kim Min-jung and her daughter could even become targets of revenge. The reason Geum Tae-yang rated that possibility so high was that online communities were currently full of agitation to gather forces and hunt down the rotten humans from before the apocalypse. Park Do-chul, a famous local big shot of Hanseong Metropolitan City, would be an extremely attractive meal for them.
Anyone who shows up... I’ll smash every last one of their skulls.
He scanned the surroundings thoroughly, left and right, and tightly gripped the projected iron pipe in his left hand. Having felt the seriousness of the problem, he had even put on the full suit just to come out and install traps.
“It’s not the exact same as mine, but you said there are more suits, A-young. From now on you wear one too when you come outside.”
Geum Tae-yang nagged Park A-young in a worried voice. Park Do-chul had stockpiled several more suits. Checking the models, it looked like he’d bought a better one every time a new version came out.
She’ll hate the nagging, but I have to say it. It’s dangerous.
After speaking he realized it probably sounded like pure nagging to Park A-young, so he braced himself for the usual grumbling that would come flying back.
“Okay. I’ll do that.”
But the answer Park A-young gave while installing the trap was completely unexpected. It was pure, straightforward agreement with no hint of resistance.
Huh??? She’s just accepting it this easily?
Of course Park A-young usually did end up listening to Geum Tae-yang’s requests. But before she did she always grumbled endlessly and attached all kinds of conditions. This time she had reacted like a gentle little lamb with none of that, so Geum Tae-yang’s eyes went round.
“......”
After staring at Park A-young for a few seconds, he noticed another oddity about her today.
“A-young, why do you keep working with your mouth open?”
Park A-young had been periodically installing the traps with her mouth slightly parted.
“I-I’m just concentrating, okay? Why do you have to point that out?”
At Geum Tae-yang’s sudden call-out, Park A-young showed her usual sharp edge. But even that felt a little different in tone from usual. There was fluster in it.
Until now, Park A-young’s fluster had been almost impossible to find except for the day of the zombie outbreak when she first encountered Geum Tae-yang’s cock.
Ah, I should’ve just answered coolly, fuck... now I look like a thief with a guilty conscience...
That was it. Park A-young had overheard, during the shower sex with her mother Kim Min-jung, that Geum Tae-yang found her rabbit teeth cute. So she had deliberately been making that expression to show off her charm. But since it was something she never normally did, Geum Tae-yang’s sudden pointing-out had made her fluster in a way that wasn’t like her at all.
“Well, yeah, that makes sense.”
But Geum Tae-yang was a dense man when it came to Park A-young. He didn’t seem particularly concerned about her fluster.
“But A-young, you’ve been talking a lot with Auntie lately, huh? What’s with the sudden change?”
Using that opening, he asked about something that had felt strange to him over the past few days. Roughly two days after their first bathroom sex, Geum Tae-yang had seen Kim Min-jung and Park A-young talking in the living room multiple times.
“Think about it for a second, Tae-yang. There are only three of us in the bunker right now. Even if I didn’t talk to people much before the apocalypse, in a situation like this you still need someone to talk to, right?”
Park A-young, still not happy with how she’d handled the previous moment, shot back this time with a sharp expression and tone.
“Oh... yeah, when you put it that way it makes sense. Anyway, even in college you used to talk on the phone with your friends.”
Nod. Nod. Nod. Nod.
The logic was airtight, so Geum Tae-yang immediately filled his head-nodding with complete agreement.
“And did you forget that I showered with Mom? You’re the one who clicked your tongue and said people really can’t ignore environmental influence, remember?”
Thinking she had seized the initiative in the conversation, Park A-young drove the point home. This was the usual pattern of conversation between Geum Tae-yang and Park A-young.
“Okay, fair enough. So I’m asking—do you know why Auntie’s been staying in her room all day yesterday and today? Even when I casually ask she won’t answer.”
Having fully conceded, Geum Tae-yang finally asked about the new question that had come up over the last day or two. Ever since Kim Min-jung and Park A-young started talking in the living room two days ago, Kim Min-jung had been talking more with Park A-young than with him, and she had started going into her room even during the times she normally chatted with him about everyday things.
“Mom’s studying.”
Park A-young answered right away. It didn’t sound like a joke—it seemed like she genuinely knew Kim Min-jung’s situation.
“Huh? Doesn’t Auntie like reading books in the living room???”
Kim Min-jung had read books in the living room even in the early bunker days. Geum Tae-yang knew that well enough that he tilted his head.
At that moment Park A-young looked at Geum Tae-yang with a subtle gaze.
“It’s the kind of studying you have to do alone in a room.”
Then she gave an extremely abstract explanation.
What? Is it something that requires insane concentration???
Even to Geum Tae-yang’s eyes there was no lie on Park A-young’s face, so he tried to interpret it seriously.
“Oh god!!! Uooooops...! Fuck fuck! Fuck me! Ahhhhhhhh! Yeah up!!”
Thud-thud! Thud-thud! Thud-thud! Squish! Squish! Thud-thud! Thud-thud!
“Oh my... good heavens...”
And Kim Min-jung was, in fact, studying.
“That’s the exact same position Tae-yang used on me...”
With an utterly serious expression, the MILF auntie Kim Min-jung was watching the Western porn that Geum Tae-yang had enjoyed and collected.