Untouched by the Outbreak

Sachiko, exhausted yet satisfied from their earlier intimacy in the shower, busied herself in the kitchen, preparing breakfast for the household. The aroma of sizzling food filled the air, blending with the faint sounds of birds outside. Despite her fatigue, a soft smile graced her lips—this was her life now, one of service and survival, anchored by Ryo's overwhelming presence.

Yumi stepped inside the house, her footsteps hesitant as her gaze landed on Ryo. He was seated on the couch, an air of intensity surrounding him as he meticulously cleaned and maintained their weapons. His MP5 gleamed under the dim morning light, and an array of other firearms sat on the table, each one carefully inspected.

"Ryo… what do you need guns for?" Yumi asked cautiously, her voice trembling slightly. Though she lived under his protection, his stoic, commanding demeanor often left her on edge.

Ryo didn't glance up as he replied, his voice calm yet firm. "Just because the zombies are under my command doesn't mean we don't need to be prepared." He paused, his hands expertly reassembling the MP5 before setting it aside and picking up another firearm. His dark eyes finally met hers, sharp and unwavering. "What if the government comes? What if they try to hunt me down?"

Yumi swallowed hard, her hands instinctively clutching the fabric of her dress. The government—the very force she'd fled from, the one that had destroyed her father and chased her into Ryo's domain—remained a constant shadow in her mind. She couldn't forget the cold ruthlessness of those in power.

"I… I see," she muttered, averting her gaze as a chill ran down her spine.

Ryo leaned back slightly, his expression softening just a fraction as he observed her reaction. "Relax, Yumi. They won't get close as long as I'm here." His tone carried a promise, one that was as much a declaration of his power as it was a reassurance.

Sachiko stepped into the room, carrying plates of food. She placed them on the table, her smile warm but knowing as she glanced between the two. "He's right, Yumi," she said, her voice gentle yet confident. "Ryo always thinks ahead. That's why we're still here, alive and safe."

Yumi nodded slowly, her gaze flicking to Ryo again. There was no denying the truth in Sachiko's words. Ryo was the reason they could live like this, even if his ways sometimes left her unsettled.

As they sat down for breakfast, the tension in the room eased slightly, but Yumi couldn't shake the thought of what might happen if the government did come. She glanced at the weapons on the table, then at Ryo, silently resolving to be prepared herself, should the time ever come.

Sachiko leaned closer to Ryo, a playful glint in her eyes as she held up a bite of food on her chopsticks, guiding it to his lips. "After this, what do we do, Ryo?" she asked softly, her tone carrying an air of intimacy.

Ryo took the bite, chewing thoughtfully as his sharp gaze flicked to her. After swallowing, he smirked slightly. "As usual… rest, read, and enjoy whatever you want," he replied, his voice calm but laced with authority.

Sachiko chuckled, leaning her head against his shoulder for a brief moment. "Simple and predictable, huh? But I like that." She picked up another piece of food, feeding him again with the same care and attention.

Yumi, who sat quietly at the table, glanced at the two with a mix of emotions. While she respected the bond they shared, she still felt like an outsider at times, unsure of her place in this dynamic. She idly poked at her food, her mind wandering to her prototype zombies outside and the constant pressure of adapting to this new life.

Ryo noticed her silence but chose not to address it. Instead, he leaned back slightly, letting Sachiko continue her doting attention. "Yumi," he said suddenly, his deep voice cutting through the quiet.

She snapped out of her thoughts and looked at him, startled. "Y-Yes?"

"Make sure your prototypes stay in line. I don't want them causing unnecessary problems," he said firmly, his eyes briefly locking onto hers before returning to Sachiko.

Yumi nodded quickly, her hands fidgeting nervously. "Of course. They'll do whatever I say."

"Good," Ryo replied simply, before turning his full attention back to Sachiko, who was now teasing him with another bite of food.

The morning passed in a peaceful rhythm, the three of them falling into their usual roles. While the world outside their walls was chaotic and unforgiving, inside, they had carved out a semblance of order—one where Ryo's word was law, and the women around him adapted to his will. For now, that was enough.

Ryo's sharp gaze shifted to Yumi, his tone commanding yet low. "And Yumi..."

Yumi straightened in her chair, her heart skipping a beat. "Y-Yes?" she replied nervously, her voice trembling ever so slightly.

"After this…" Ryo trailed off, his smirk barely noticeable but enough to make her cheeks flush.

"Umm… okay," Yumi whispered, looking down at her plate, her hands gripping the edges. She didn't dare meet his eyes again, but she could feel his attention lingering on her.

Yumi's mind raced, knowing exactly what he meant. She wasn't naive—Ryo wanted to be intimate with her later. What she didn't know was where he would choose. Would he take her to the bedroom, or would he pull her into his usual, unpredictable intensity right there on the couch?

Sachiko smirked knowingly, catching the shift in Yumi's expression. She said nothing, instead calmly continuing to feed Ryo. It was moments like this that reminded her how much control he had, not just over the zombies but over the people who stayed by his side.

The silence stretched for a moment longer before Ryo returned his attention to Sachiko, leaving Yumi to wrestle with her thoughts. The breakfast continued, but for Yumi, it was anything but calm as she prepared herself for what was to come.

Yumi's face flushed a deep red as Ryo called her name with that unmistakable tone of authority. He sat on the couch, completely relaxed, his piercing eyes locking onto hers.

"Yes…" she whispered hesitantly, her heart racing.

Without another word, Yumi found herself kneeling in front of him, her hands trembling slightly as she placed them on her lap. Ryo's gaze never wavered, his commanding presence overwhelming her as she looked up at him.

"Good," Ryo muttered, a small smirk tugging at his lips. He reached out, his fingers brushing a strand of her hair behind her ear. "You're learning, Yumi. Stay like this."

Yumi nodded, her breath shallow. She felt the weight of his dominance in every glance and every word, leaving no room for defiance. Her mind swirled with emotions, part of her intimidated by him, part of her eager to please.

The room grew quiet, save for the sound of her breathing and Ryo's calm, measured voice as he continued to assert his control.

The room fell silent, the only sound the soft pad of her breathing and the occasional rustle of Ryo's clothing as he shifted in his seat. The atmosphere was thick with anticipation, a charged moment of power and intimacy.

Ryo, his eyes never leaving Yumi's, reached down and gently cupped her chin, lifting her face to meet his gaze. "Open your mouth," he instructed, his voice low and commanding.

Yumi's lips parted, her breath coming in short, rapid gasps. She felt his fingers on her jaw, guiding her head forward, and then his penis, thick and hard, pressing against her lips.

With a soft moan, she took him into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the head, her lips gently sucking. The sensation of his hardness in her mouth, the taste and texture of him, sent a wave of pleasure through her.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

Ryo's hands tightened on her head, his grip firm but not painful. He began to thrust, his penis sliding in and out of her mouth, his movements slow and deliberate. Yumi's eyes fluttered closed, her body responding to the intimate invasion, her hands now resting on his thighs, her fingers lightly tracing the muscles.

The sound of their intimate connection filled the room, a soft slurping noise as Yumi's mouth worked over Ryo's penis. The atmosphere was electric, a blend of power, desire, and the raw, animalistic nature of their connection.

As Ryo's thrusts became more urgent, Yumi's mouth worked faster, her tongue dancing over the sensitive head, her lips sucking with increasing intensity. The room seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them, locked in this intimate dance of pleasure and submission.

The encounter continued, a silent, intimate battle of wills, until finally, Ryo's body tensed, his thrusts becoming more erratic. With a soft groan, he released his seed into Yumi's mouth, his body shuddering with the force of his orgasm.

Yumi, her mouth still full, swallowed, her eyes closed, a look of satisfaction and surrender on her face. She had pleased Ryo, had given him what he wanted, and in that moment, she felt a sense of accomplishment and a deeper understanding of the dynamic that existed between them.

As the encounter drew to a close, Ryo's hands gently stroked her hair, a rare display of affection. "Good girl," he murmured, his voice soft, a stark contrast to the commanding tone he had used moments before.

Yumi, her heart still racing, her body still tingling with the aftermath of the encounter, slowly rose to her feet. She stood before Ryo, her eyes meeting his, a silent understanding passing between them.

After Ryo finished, he leaned back on the couch, pulling Yumi gently by her waist. "Come here," he instructed, his voice firm yet calm.

Yumi obeyed, her cheeks still flushed as she settled herself on his lap, her back against his chest. Ryo wrapped his strong arms around her, pulling her close as he rested his chin on her shoulder. She could feel his steady heartbeat, his warmth enveloping her completely.

Sachiko, sitting beside them on the same couch, glanced over with a knowing smile. She flipped a page of her book, her demeanor relaxed and content after watching the intimate moment between Ryo and Yumi. Her eyes occasionally flickered to Ryo, who gave her a subtle nod, as if silently reaffirming their bond.

Meanwhile, Sayako stood nearby, her pale, flawless skin and glowing white eyes fixed on Ryo. The female zombie remained as silent and still as ever, her loyalty to Ryo unwavering. Her presence was both eerie and comforting, a constant reminder of Ryo's unmatched dominance and control over everything around him.

Ryo tightened his hold on Yumi slightly, his lips brushing her ear. "You're mine," he murmured, his voice low and possessive.

Yumi nodded, her body relaxing against him. Sachiko, overhearing, smiled to herself but didn't comment, returning her attention to her book.

The moment was calm yet filled with an unspoken understanding. Ryo, surrounded by those who belonged to him, felt the weight of his control and the satisfaction of his dominance in the quiet safety of his domain.