Untouched by the Outbreak

Ryo's smirk deepened as he glanced over his shoulder at Sayako,the female zombie, who stood motionless yet attentive, her loyalty evident in her unwavering posture. The morning sun cast a faint glow across the desolate landscape, but Ryo's focus was entirely on her.

With a purposeful stride, he led her down the path away from the main house, to a smaller structure tucked just beyond the edge of his well-guarded territory. This house, long unused since the harsh winter months when it once housed his Strider horde, now stood empty, its walls echoing faint memories of past survival tactics.

Pushing the door open, Ryo stepped inside, the creak of the hinges breaking the silence. Sayako followed without hesitation, her movements fluid and precise, a testament to the power and agility she possessed.

Ryo turned to face her, his sharp gaze meeting her pale, white eyes. With a faint gesture of his hand, he motioned for her to move forward.

Bend down,"he commanded, his voice low but firm.

Sayako complied without question, her every movement as graceful as it was obedient. She positioned herself as instructed, the eerie yet undeniable connection between them filling the air like an unspoken understanding.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

Ryo's smirk returned, satisfaction gleaming in his eyes as he prepared to take control once again.

As Sayako bent down, her pussy was revealed, a smooth and hairless opening that invited Ryo's exploration. He couldn't help but admire the contrast between her cool, undead exterior and the warm, inviting nature of her pussy.

Ryo's penis, thick and long, stood erect, a testament to his desire and dominance. He positioned himself at the entrance of her pussy, the head of his penis pressing against her lips. The sensation was intense, a mix of smooth flesh and tight resistance.

With a slow, deliberate thrust, Ryo pushed his penis into Sayako's pussy. The feeling was unlike anything he had experienced before. Her pussy, though cold, gripped him with a tight, delicious embrace. The contrast between her lifeless exterior and the intense pleasure she offered was a unique and irresistible sensation.

Ryo's pace quickened, his thrusts becoming more urgent. The sound of their bodies connecting filled the empty house, a rhythmic beat that echoed off the silent walls. Sayako's body, though still, seemed to respond to his every move, her muscles clenching and relaxing in a silent, sensual dance.

As he continued to thrust, Ryo's mind was filled with thoughts of power and control. The way Sayako's pussy embraced him, the way her body responded to his every command, was a testament to his dominance. He felt a sense of ownership, a deep connection that went beyond the physical.

Finally, when the pleasure became too intense to bear, Ryo gave in to the urge and let go. His body convulsed as he reached his climax, his seed erupting deep within Sayako's pussy. The sensation was overwhelming, a release of passion and desire that left him breathless.

Ryo stood there, his chest heaving, his heart pounding, as he savored the moment. Sayako remained bent over, her body still, yet her white eyes seemed to hold a secret, a knowledge of the intense pleasure they had just shared.

Satisfied,Ryo stepped back, his hands lingering on Sayako's hips. He pulled up his pants, the sound of fabric breaking the silence. Sayako remained in her position, waiting for his next command.

**Chapter 192: Boundaries of Control**

Ryo adjusted Sayako's dress, making sure every wrinkle was in place, and slid her panties back up, his movements deliberate and calm. He stepped back, taking a moment to survey her. Sayako stood still, her white, haunting eyes meeting his, her loyalty etched into every fiber of her being. She didn't question him—none of his women, human or otherwise, did.

A smirk curled on Ryo's lips as he brushed off his hands, glancing out the window of the secluded house. The faint murmur of wind carried the sound of the occasional zombie groan from the streets, but here, surrounded by his ironclad control, Ryo was untouchable.

"This is my domain," he muttered under his breath, his tone carrying an edge of pride.

Sayako silently followed him as he moved toward the door. Her presence was a constant now, her loyalty unshaken, her gaze fixed solely on him. Ryo didn't need to explain himself—not to Sachiko, not to Yumi, and certainly not to anyone else. If they suspected anything about his connection to Sayako, it wasn't their business.

Ryo was in control, and that meant he decided who was his—human or zombie.

The thought of Ken living his pathetic existence at the edge of town crossed Ryo's mind. Ken's house, nestled near the stream, was far enough from his own that it posed no immediate annoyance. The man's bizarre harem of undead women was something Ryo found laughable. Disgusting, even. But as long as Ken kept his distance and didn't interfere, Ryo allowed his existence to continue.

Sachiko and Yumi were human, and they belonged to him as surely as the town itself did. But Sayako? She was a different matter entirely. A creation of his influence, molded by his power.

The thought of anyone else touching her—even daring to look at her—was enough to ignite a cold fury in his chest.

"Mine," he muttered again, glancing back at Sayako. Her pale face was serene, her white eyes steady. She didn't question, didn't waver.

Ryo's hand lingered on the doorframe as he stepped out, Sayako trailing behind like a silent shadow. There were things to tend to, places to inspect. He had a town to control, an army to command, and two women to keep in line. Sayako would follow him, as she always did.

And no one—human or zombie—would ever dare to claim what was his.

Ryo's hand lingered on Sayako's soft, pale skin, his fingers lightly brushing over her firm butt. Her beauty was undeniable—flawless in a way no living human could replicate, with her smooth skin, hauntingly white eyes, and a presence that exuded both loyalty and quiet power. Ryo smirked as he traced his gaze over her figure. Sayako was his, and there was no one else who could touch her. Stay connected via empire

As his thoughts wandered, Ryo found himself considering Ken again. At first, Ken's behavior had revolted him—the way the man had built a harem of beautiful female zombies, all loyal and docile after his intimate acts with them. But over time, Ryo's disgust had mellowed into a kind of begrudging understanding.

Ken's harem wasn't just a collection of random undead women. Ryo had recently learned that one of them, perhaps the most striking of all, had been Ken's girlfriend before the outbreak. The realization had shifted something in Ryo. He still found Ken's methods unusual, but he could no longer look at the man with outright disdain.

Ken's decision to stay on the outskirts of the town also made sense. The zombies in Ryo's territory were unique—fully healed, with no signs of rot or decay, and free from the fetid smell that clung to others outside his influence. Ryo had created an environment where even the undead carried a strange, eerie vitality. It wasn't surprising that Ken sought refuge here.

As Ryo let his thoughts settle, he tightened his grip on Sayako's hand, leading her out of the secluded house and back toward the main town. She followed silently, as she always did, her loyalty unwavering.

Ryo smirked to himself. Ken could live in the shadows of his town if he wanted. Let him enjoy his little corner with his harem. Ryo had what mattered—control, power, and women who were his in every sense of the word.

Ryo's smirk deepened as he walked back toward his main house, Sayako following closely behind. The thought of Ken dared to linger in his mind, but only as a passing amusement.

He didn't care what Ken did with his harem or how he lived, as long as one rule was clear—Ken could never touch what was his. Sachiko and Yumi, his two human women, were off-limits, and so was Sayako, his prized and special female zombie.

Ryo's gaze flicked toward Sayako, who followed him with silent devotion. She was stronger, faster, and more powerful than any zombie under his control. She was more than just part of his horde; she was unique, bound to him in a way that surpassed simple loyalty. The idea of anyone else—especially Ken—daring to lay a hand on her was laughable.

Ryo tightened his grip on Sayako's hand briefly, as if to affirm his claim. No one would cross him, not in his town, not with his rules. Ken could enjoy his harem of healed female zombies on the outskirts, but the line was drawn here.

His women—human or otherwise—were his alone.

Inside the house, Yumi stirred awake, her eyes fluttering open to the soft morning light filtering through the curtains. She instinctively reached to her side, expecting to find Ryo, but the bed was empty save for Sachiko, who was still sound asleep.

A small frown tugged at Yumi's lips as she sat up, brushing her hair from her face. *He must have gone out to check his zombie army,* she thought, her mind quickly moving to her own responsibilities.

Suddenly, she remembered the prototypes—thirteen zombies she had personally worked on. Unlike the average zombies, Yumi's creations were unique. Stronger and faster than regular ones, they were the result of countless trials and adjustments. However, despite their enhanced capabilities, it still took four or five of them working together to stand a chance against a single Strider.

Yumi swung her legs off the bed and began dressing, her mind focused on the prototypes. They were housed in a secure area of the property, away from the main hordes under Ryo's command. While they were loyal to her, their behavior and limitations still needed constant monitoring.

As she headed toward the door, she glanced back at Sachiko, who shifted slightly in her sleep. Yumi hesitated for a moment, then quietly left the room, determined to ensure her prototypes were functioning as expected. After all, they were her contribution to Ryo's growing dominance, and she had to prove their worth.