Untouched by the Outbreak

When they finally arrived, Ryo parked the scooter beside the house and stepped off, motioning for Sachiko to do the same. "Climb down," he instructed.

Sachiko hesitated, her eyes wide with fear as she took in the sight before her. There were more zombies here than she had ever seen at the penthouse, and they weren\'t just the ordinary kind—there were some that looked different, more menacing, their dark eyes fixed on her. Her heart raced as she imagined what they could do to her if Ryo\'s command faltered for even a moment.

She looked at Ryo, seeking some reassurance, but he only waved his hand toward the horde. She had no idea what that gesture meant, but it seemed to have an effect on the zombies—they didn\'t move closer, just stood there, as if waiting.

Sachiko gripped Ryo\'s hand tightly, her fear nearly overwhelming her. "Ryo… what are they? Why are there so many of them here?"

Ryo glanced at her, his expression calm, almost indifferent. "They\'re here because I brought them here. This place is better protected than the penthouse. These zombies... they follow my command. As long as you\'re with me, they won\'t harm you."

Despite his words, the terror she felt was almost paralyzing. It was one thing to know she was safe because of Ryo, but it was another to be surrounded by creatures that would tear her apart if he willed it. She swallowed hard, her grip on his hand tightening as they began to walk toward the house.

"I... I don\'t understand," she whispered, her voice trembling. "How do you control them? What did you do?"

Ryo didn\'t answer immediately, leading her through the throngs of undead that parted for them like a twisted, silent guard of honor. Finally, he stopped in front of the door to the new base and looked at her. "There are things you don\'t need to understand, Sachiko. Just know that as long as you do as I say, you\'ll be fine. You\'re mine now. And nothing in this world—alive or dead—will take you from me."

He opened the door and led her inside, leaving the silent, eerie horde behind. But even as the door closed, Sachiko couldn\'t shake the feeling that they were still watching, waiting, just beyond the threshold.

As they stepped inside the new base, Sachiko\'s breath caught in her throat. The interior was dark and cold, but what made her heart race even more was the sight of more zombies milling about inside. She instinctively moved closer to Ryo, her hand gripping his arm tightly, her mind struggling to comprehend what she was seeing.

Unlike the decaying, festering creatures she had seen outside the stronghold and in other parts of the city, these zombies were different—eerily different. Their bodies showed no signs of decay, no festering wounds, and none of the horrifying stench that usually accompanied the undead. Instead, their flesh was smooth, unblemished, as if they had never been bitten or injured.

The only things that marked them as undead were their black eyes, like bottomless voids, and their skin, which had taken on a sickly grey hue.

Sachiko\'s mind raced as she tried to process what she was seeing. How was this possible? Why were these zombies so different from the others? She had seen enough of the undead to know that most were little more than rotting corpses, their bodies torn apart by their insatiable hunger or the countless battles with survivors.

But these… they looked almost human, almost alive—if not for those eyes and that skin.

She glanced up at Ryo, searching for some sort of explanation in his expression, but his face remained impassive, as if he was completely at ease with the monstrosities around them. He walked forward confidently, unbothered by the zombies that seemed to instinctively move out of his way, giving him space as though he was their master.

"Ryo…" she began, her voice trembling. "Why… why do they look like this? Why aren\'t they… decaying? Why don\'t they smell like the others?"

Ryo turned to look at her, his dark eyes meeting hers, and for a moment, she thought she saw something flicker in them—something almost like amusement. "These zombies are different," he said calmly. "They\'ve been with me for a while, and unlike the others, they don\'t rot. They don\'t decay or smell. They heal."

"Heal?" she echoed, her mind struggling to grasp the concept. "But… how? Why?"

Ryo shrugged, as if the answer was too simple to even bother explaining. "It\'s because they\'re mine. They\'re not like the mindless ones out there. These zombies serve me, and they stay in better condition because of it."

Without waiting for her to respond, Ryo turned and commanded, "Follow me." His voice was calm, but there was an underlying authority that left no room for hesitation. Sachiko just nodded, her throat too tight to speak, and obediently followed him out of the house.

As they stepped outside, the bleak landscape greeted them with an eerie silence. Ryo raised his hand, making a subtle signal, and instantly, eight zombies moved to follow him. Their movements were smooth and controlled, nothing like the usual erratic shuffling of the undead. Sachiko\'s heart pounded in her chest, but she kept her fear in check, determined not to show weakness in front of Ryo.

Just when she thought she had seen everything, Ryo suddenly commanded two of the zombies, "Run ahead." Without hesitation, they bolted forward, their speed shocking Sachiko. They were faster than anything she had ever seen—far more agile and powerful than the regular zombies. Sachiko\'s eyes widened in disbelief, and she could feel her hands trembling slightly.

What kind of power did Ryo possess that could make these creatures move like that?

She didn\'t dare ask, knowing that the answers might be more terrifying than she could handle. All she could do was keep up with Ryo as they continued walking, the eight zombies forming a protective perimeter around them. It was as if they were guarding Ryo, their master, ensuring no harm would come to him or to Sachiko, as long as she was by his side.

They walked for what felt like hours, the world around them desolate and empty, except for the occasional zombie they encountered. As they approached a nearby town, Sachiko\'s stomach turned at the sight before her. The area was littered with more zombies—some of them wounded, others in various stages of decay.

The stench of rotting flesh hit her like a wave, so overpowering that she nearly gagged, fighting the urge to vomit. The horrifying reality of the undead, with their grotesque, festering wounds, was something she had never fully grown accustomed to.

But Ryo seemed unaffected, his expression unchanged as he surveyed the scene. With a simple command, he ordered the rotting zombies to follow him. One by one, the undead obeyed, falling into line behind him like soldiers following their leader. There were many—far more than Sachiko had anticipated. The numbers grew as they continued to move through the town, the stench becoming nearly unbearable.

By the time they made their way back to the house, the horde following them had multiplied. Sachiko\'s mind was a whirlwind of fear, disgust, and confusion. What was Ryo planning? What did he need with all these zombies? And why did they follow him so willingly, even the ones that were little more than decaying shells?

As they re-entered the house, the swarm of zombies stationed themselves outside, leaving Sachiko and Ryo alone once more. The weight of the day\'s events pressed heavily on her, but she knew better than to question Ryo. She could only hope that whatever his plan was, it didn\'t involve her in any way she wasn\'t prepared for.

Sachiko, her voice trembling with a mix of hesitation and fear, finally mustered the courage to ask, "Ryo, what happened to those two zombies who ran ahead?"

Ryo, without looking at her, simply replied, "They\'re just surveying the area. Checking the area, making sure everything\'s clear." He paused, a faint smile playing on his lips as he added, "They\'re already here."

Sachiko\'s heart skipped a beat. She hadn\'t noticed their return, but she could sense the presence of the undead nearby. Ryo moved with a calm confidence, heading outside as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Sachiko, too scared to follow him immediately, watched from the doorway as Ryo stood in front of the two zombies. He seemed to be talking to them, his gestures subtle but commanding.

The zombies, of course, didn\'t reply in any way that she could perceive. They stood there, silent and still, their dark eyes fixed on Ryo as if waiting for orders. Whatever communication was happening, it was beyond her understanding, adding another layer to the mystery that was Ryo.

After a moment, Ryo turned and walked back inside, his expression unchanged. Sachiko\'s mind raced with questions, but she remained silent, knowing that prying too deeply could lead to consequences she wasn\'t ready to face. Ryo\'s control over the undead was absolute, and the more she saw, the more she realized just how deep that control went.

Ryo glanced around the interior of the house, then turned to Sachiko and spoke in a matter-of-fact tone. "This will be my second base," he said, his voice steady and confident. "It\'s not yet complete, but the essentials are already in place. The electricity from the solar power system, water from the stream, and the battery bank for the solar energy—those are all set up."

He walked toward the kitchen area, gesturing for Sachiko to follow. "There\'s some food in the kitchen and storage area—mostly dry goods like ramen, rice, canned food, and bottled water. But it\'s still not enough. I\'ll need to gather more supplies."

Sachiko listened intently, absorbing the details of the setup. The house, though not fully stocked, had the makings of a secure and sustainable base. Ryo\'s careful planning was evident in every aspect.

"I want this house because it\'s bigger than the penthouse," Ryo continued, a hint of satisfaction in his voice. "There\'s more space here, more room to build and expand. It\'ll be safer, more fortified."

Sachiko nodded, trying to push away the lingering fear in her heart. She knew that this place, with all its unsettling details and eerie occupants, was a part of Ryo\'s world now. And by extension, it was part of hers too.

Ryo\'s gaze hardened as he looked at her, sensing the unease in her eyes. Without warning, he reached out and gripped her hair, pulling her close with a force that made her gasp. His voice was low and dangerous as he whispered into her ear, "You know what will happen if you try to betray me."

The words hung in the air like a dark cloud, a chilling reminder of the power he held—not just over the zombies that obeyed his every command, but over her as well. Sachiko\'s heart pounded in her chest as she stared into his eyes, the fear she had tried to bury now fully awakened. She nodded again, more out of instinct than conscious thought, her body trembling under the weight of his grip.

Without another word, Ryo dragged her towards the bedroom, his grip tight and unyielding. Sachiko stumbled slightly, trying to keep up as he pulled her along. The fear in her eyes was evident, but she didn\'t dare resist.

Ryo pushed Sachiko onto the bed forcefully. She landed on her back, the impact knocking the breath out of her lungs. Before she could recover, Ryo climbed onto the bed, his weight pressing down on her. She felt trapped, pinned beneath him, her wrists captured in his grip above her head.

Sachiko\'s eyes widened as she realized the gravity of her situation. She tried to squirm, but Ryo\'s hold was unyielding. His free hand trailed down her body, sending shivers of fear down her spine. "You\'re mine, Sachiko," he whispered, his breath hot against her ear. "And I will do whatever I please with you."

He reached down to remove her pants, baring her hairless pussy. Sachiko\'s breath hitched as she felt herself becoming aroused despite her initial fear.Ryo\'s eyes darkened with desire as he took in the sight of her exposed pussy. He leaned down, his mouth hovering dangerously close to her ear. "So beautiful," he whispered, his hot breath tickling her skin. "All mine."

With a steady gaze, Ryo positioned himself at Sachiko\'s entrance, his eyes dark with desire. Sachiko, her eyes fluttering closed, bit her lip in anticipation. She could feel the head of his penis pressing against her, a sensation that both excited and unnerved her.

Slowly, inch by inch, Ryo penetrated her. Sachiko\'s eyes widened as she felt herself stretching to accommodate his size. A slight pain shot through her, but it was quickly overridden by a mix of pleasure and fear. She was scared to resist, knowing that Ryo would not yield to her objections.

Ryo paused for a moment, savoring the feeling of being embedded within her. Then, with slow and deliberate thrusts, he began to move. Sachiko met his rhythm, her hips rising to greet each of his strokes. The pleasure built steadily, a fire igniting in the pit of her stomach and spreading throughout her body.

Ryo\'s grip on her wrists tightened, his breath becoming ragged as his desire intensified. "You feel so good," he whispered hoarsely, his voice thick with arousal. "So tight around me..."

With each thrust, Ryo delved deeper, his movements becoming more urgent. Sachiko met his passion with her own, their bodies moving in perfect harmony. The slight pain had long faded, replaced by a pleasure so intense it left her breathless.

As their passion escalated, Sachiko\'s fears melted away. She surrendered herself to Ryo, trusting him to take her on a journey of sensual exploration. Her body arched against his, her moans mingling with his grunts of desire.

Sachiko felt the heat of their passion intensify, something within her shifted. The fear that had gripped her heart began to dissipate, replaced by a sense of surrender. She understood that resisting Ryo was futile, and in that moment, she made a conscious decision to yield completely to him.

With a boldness that surprised even herself, Sachiko wrapped her legs around Ryo\'s waist, pulling him closer. Her body arched against his, her hips moving in sync with his. As Ryo leaned in to capture her lips in a passionate kiss, Sachiko returned the kiss with equal fervor, her arms wrapping around his neck.

Their tongues danced together, mirroring the rhythm of their bodies. Sachiko could taste the desire in Ryo\'s kiss, and it only fueled her own. She moaned into his mouth, her hands tangling in his hair as she surrendered herself to the pleasure he was offering.

Ryo\'s hands roamed her body, exploring every curve as if committing her to memory. He broke the kiss, trailing his lips down her neck, leaving a trail of fiery sensations in his wake. Sachiko arched her neck, granting him better access, her breath coming in short gasps.

"You\'re so beautiful," Ryo whispered, his voice hoarse with desire. "So responsive..."

Sachiko\'s cheeks flushed at his words, but she didn\'t shy away. Instead, she pulled him closer, her body craving more of his touch. She wanted to feel him, all of him, and she wanted him to know just how much pleasure he was giving her.

Ryo\'s hips moved in a steady rhythm, his thrusts becoming more urgent with each passing moment. Sachiko met his passion with her own, her body moving in perfect harmony with his. The slight pain she had felt earlier was now a distant memory, replaced by a pleasure so intense it left her breathless.

She ran her hands down his back, her nails gently scraping his skin. Ryo shuddered at her touch, his grip on her waist tightening. Their bodies were slick with sweat, their hearts pounding in unison. Sachiko could feel the heat building within her, a coil of pleasure tightening in the depths of her core.

As their passion escalated, Sachiko\'s body reacted in a way that took them both by surprise. As she threw her head back, her moans filling the room, her body suddenly jolted, her eyes rolling up. Her legs loosened from around Ryo\'s waist, and her entire body jerked uncontrollably as she reached a climax unlike any other.

Ryo, sensing something was different, immediately stilled his movements, his eyes widening as he watched Sachiko\'s unrestrained response. Her body arched off the bed, her back bowing as she was overcome by a pleasure so intense it bordered on pain.

Sachiko\'s breath came in short, sharp gasps, her hands gripping the sheets as she rode out the wave of sensations that coursed through her. Her eyes, unfocused, seemed to gaze at something beyond the physical realm. She was utterly lost in the moment, her body shaking and trembling as she surrendered completely to the overwhelming pleasure.

Ryo, captivated by the raw, unrestrained response, felt a surge of possessiveness mixed with pride. He had taken her to heights she had never known before, and in that moment, he knew that she was truly his. He leaned down, his lips brushing her ear. "That\'s it, Sachiko," he whispered, his voice hoarse with desire.

Sachiko\'s only response was a guttural moan, her body continuing to jerk and writhe as the pleasure washed over her in relentless waves. Her skin glistened with a sheen of sweat, her chest heaving as she struggled to catch her breath.

Ryo, his own desire peaking, couldn\'t hold back any longer. With a primal growl, he resumed his thrusts, his movements more urgent and intense. He wanted to feel her tighten around him, wanted to join her in the abyss of pleasure they had created.

Sachiko, still trembling from her release, cried out as Ryo plunged deeper, her body responding instinctually to his relentless rhythm. Her legs, which had fallen limp moments ago, now wrapped tightly around his waist, pulling him closer, as if she couldn\'t get enough of him.

Ryo\'s grip on her hips tightened, his breath hot against her skin as he drove himself into her with abandon. The bed creaked beneath them, the sound of their passionate coupling filling the room. Sachiko\'s moans grew louder, her body moving in perfect sync with his, their passion fueling the fire that raged between them.

As their tongues danced passionately, Ryo\'s body tensed, his thrusts becoming more rapid and urgent. Sachiko could sense that he was close to the edge, and she matched his intensity with her own. Their lips devoured each other, tasting the sweetness of their shared release even before it came.

With a deep, primal groan, Ryo plunged into her one final time, his body shuddering uncontrollably. Sachiko felt his release inside her, a warm rush that signaled his satisfaction. His essence filled her, a tangible manifestation of their passionate union.

Sachiko moaned into his mouth, her body still trembling from the aftershocks of her own intense orgasm. She could feel his pleasure mingling with hers, their bodies connected in the most intimate way possible.

Ryo\'s grip on her hips tightened as he rode out the waves of his climax, his breath hot against her skin. She felt his body twitch with each pulse of his release, his voice hoarse as he whispered her name.

In the stillness that followed, they remained joined, their hearts pounding in unison. Sachiko could feel the warmth of Ryo\'s essence inside her, a constant reminder of their shared passion. She didn\'t care about the messiness or the consequences; all that mattered was the connection they had forged in that moment.

Ryo, his breath ragged, leaned down to capture her lips in a softer, slower kiss. It was a kiss of possession and tenderness, a declaration of his claim over her body and soul. Sachiko kissed him back gently, her hands stroking his hair, her eyes closed as she savored the intimacy of their embrace.

As their kiss deepened, Sachiko could taste herself on his lips, a reminder of the pleasure they had just shared. She felt a sense of ownership over him as well, knowing that she had the power to affect him so profoundly. Their connection went beyond the physical; it was a merging of their desires, their darkness, and their shared surrender.

For a moment, they lay entangled, their bodies slick with sweat, their hearts pounding in unison. Sachiko could feel Ryo\'s weight on top of her, his chest rising and falling against her back. She savored the feeling of their bodies connected, the intimacy of their shared pleasure.

Ryo eventually rolled off her, pulling her into his arms. Sachiko snuggled against him, her head resting on his chest as she listened to the steady beat of his heart. She felt a mix of emotions—satisfaction, vulnerability, and a sense of possession that both excited and unnerved her.

"You\'re mine!" Ryo whispered, his voice possessive and tender at the same time. "Only mine."

Sachiko felt a shiver run through her as the weight of his words sank in. There was no denying it now; resisting him was futile. She surrendered completely, her fears melting away as she accepted her place beside him. Her eyes fluttered closed, her body relaxing into the warmth of his embrace.

In that moment, Sachiko understood that their bond transcended the physical. Their souls were intertwined in a way that defied explanation. The thought both excited and terrified her, for she realized that Ryo had the power to shape her world in ways she had never imagined. Surrendering to him was no longer just a choice—it was her reality