Chapter 106: Chapter 106 : Fear and Obedience

After delivering his warning, Ryo's gaze lingered on Sachiko, her trembling form barely covered by her underwear. His expression twisted with disgust as he took in her appearance. "Go take a shower," he commanded, his tone sharp and impatient. "You look disgusting, and you smell even worse."

Sachiko hesitated, her voice small and fearful. "But I don't have any clothes to wear…"

Ryo's patience snapped. "I don't care if you're naked, just go shower!" he shouted, his voice echoing through the penthouse. "Ugh… this is what I hate about government dogs." He reached for a towel, throwing it at her with force.

Sachiko's eyes welled up with tears as she began to sob, the fear and humiliation overwhelming her. But Ryo wasn't having any of it. "Fuck… if you start crying here," he snarled, his voice icy with menace, "I will command the zombies to attack you now!"

Terrified, Sachiko quickly bit back her tears, clutching the towel to her chest as she scurried towards the bathroom, desperate to avoid Ryo's wrath.

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Sachiko's steps were hesitant as she made her way to the bathroom, her fear of the zombies still gnawing at her. She glanced back at Ryo, hoping for some reassurance, but all she saw was the cold, calculating look in his eyes. The smirk on his face deepened as he spoke, his voice dripping with mockery.

"Don't close the door," Ryo ordered, his tone leaving no room for argument. "I'm going to enjoy the view."

Sachiko's heart pounded in her chest. She reached the bathroom and slowly removed her underwear, trembling as she hung them on the side. She could feel Ryo's eyes on her, his presence looming like a dark cloud. The fear of being exposed and vulnerable to both him and the lurking zombies outside consumed her.

Every second felt like an eternity as she stepped under the shower, her body tense and her mind racing with dread.

Ryo leaned casually against the doorway, his smirk never wavering. He watched her, his gaze cold and indifferent, as if her fear and discomfort were merely a form of entertainment.

As the water cascaded down Sachiko's body, she tried to block out the feeling of being watched, but it was impossible. She knew that any attempt to defy him would be met with consequences far worse than she could imagine. seaʀᴄh thё nôvelFire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

Ryo leaned casually against the doorway, his smirk never wavering. He watched Sachiko with a cold, indifferent gaze, his eyes flickering with a hint of malicious amusement as he observed her discomfort and fear. It was clear that her vulnerability was a source of twisted entertainment for him.

He pushed himself away from the door and walked over to the refrigerator, which stood prominently in the corner of the kitchen. Ryo opened the door, reaching in to pull out a cold can of beer. The condensation on the can glistened under the light as he cracked it open, the hiss of carbonation breaking the silence.

Ryo then grabbed a chair from the dining area and positioned it directly in front of the open bathroom door. He sat down leisurely, placing the beer on a nearby table. Settling into the chair, he took a long sip from the can, his gaze fixed on Sachiko through the open door.

The sound of the shower's running water mixed with the occasional clink of the beer can against the table. Ryo's posture was relaxed, but his eyes remained sharp, tracking every movement she made. The scene was one of stark power imbalance, with Sachiko's fear and vulnerability laid bare as Ryo enjoyed his beer, casually watching her every move.

Ryo's eyes flickered with amusement as he noticed Sachiko's attempts to conceal her breasts with her hands. A dark smile curved his lips as he rose from his chair, taking a slow, deliberate sip from his beer. "Don't bother hiding your tits from me, Sachiko," he said, his voice laced with mockery. "I've seen it all before, remember?"

Sachiko's cheeks flushed, her eyes darting between the shower and Ryo, unsure of what to do. "I-I'm sorry," she stammered, her voice shaking.

Ryo took another step towards the bathroom, his gaze intense. "You should be," he said, his tone icy. "Now, drop your hands. I want to see all."

Sachiko's breath caught in her throat as she slowly lowered her hands, her small breasts now fully exposed to Ryo's hungry stare. Her nipples, taut from the cool water and the chill in the air, stood erect, the pink buds a stark contrast to her pale skin.

Ryo's eyes narrowed, taking in the sight of her naked breasts, the curves of her hips, and the way the water cascaded down her body. "Turn around," he commanded, his voice hoarse with desire. "Let me see the rest."

Sachiko's heart hammered in her chest as she slowly pivoted, her back now facing Ryo. The shower water ran down her spine, pooling at the small of her back before dripping onto the shower floor. She felt exposed, vulnerable, and the cool air raised goosebumps on her skin.

"Spread your legs," Ryo ordered, his voice thick with anticipation. "I want to see everything."

Sachiko obeyed, her legs trembling as she parted them, revealing the smooth curves of her ass and the hint of her pussy between her thighs. She closed her eyes, her cheeks burning with shame and arousal.

Ryo's breath quickened as he took in the sight before him. "Now, bend over," he said, his voice strained. "Show me your pussy from behind."

Sachiko hesitated, her hands balling into fists at her sides. "Please," she whispered, her voice shaking. "I can't..."

Ryo's gaze darkened, and he took a menacing step forward. "You will," he snarled, his eyes flashing with anger. "Or I'll make those zombies out there tear you limb from limb."

Sachiko's eyes widened, and with a silent sob, she bent over, her hands bracing against the shower wall. Her ass cheeks parted, exposing the delicate pink folds of her pussy and the tight ring of her anus.

Ryo's breath hitched in his throat as he took in the explicit display. He took a step closer, his eyes fixed on the forbidden view. "That's it," he growled, his voice hoarse.

Sachiko's body trembled, her cheeks stained with tears of humiliation. She felt exposed, vulnerable, and utterly dominated by Ryo's unrelenting demands. The sound of the shower's running water seemed to mock her, a constant reminder of her powerless state.

Sachiko felt her face flush with a deep crimson as she stood under the shower's spray, her fear compounded by the embarrassment of her nakedness. The sound of the water cascading over her body did little to mask the weight of Ryo's gaze. Every movement she made was under his unyielding scrutiny, and she felt utterly exposed.

As she soaped her body, her hands shook slightly, the soap slipping and sliding over her trembling skin. She tried to focus on the task at hand—cleaning herself as quickly and thoroughly as possible—while the weight of Ryo's gaze felt like a heavy, invasive presence.

Her eyes darted occasionally towards the open bathroom door, where Ryo sat in the chair, sipping his beer with a detached, almost cruel amusement.

Ryo's gaze was unrelenting. He watched every movement of Sachiko's body with a cold, calculating interest, as if assessing her not just as a person but as an object to be observed. The silence in the room was punctuated only by the steady sound of the running water and the occasional clink of Ryo's beer can against the table.

Sachiko's attempts to wash and rinse her hair were equally fraught with anxiety. She hoped that Ryo's interest might wane, but his eyes remained fixed on her, his expression impassive. The fear of what might come next lingered in the back of her mind, adding a layer of distress to her already humiliating.

Ryo's gaze remained fixed on Sachiko as she showered, the cold beer in his hand forgotten for a moment. The sound of running water mixed with the occasional clinking of the bottle against the chair as he took another sip.

The atmosphere was charged with tension, and Sachiko's embarrassment was palpable as she soaped her body and shampooed her hair, her movements as controlled as she could manage under the circumstances.

After a few moments, Ryo broke the silence. His voice was calm but carried an undeniable edge. "After you finish showering, make sure you only wear a towel."

Sachiko glanced over at him, fear evident in her eyes. "Why?"

Ryo's smirk widened slightly. ""Because I'm going to fucked you after this. If you think you can escape, you're free to try." He took a step towards her, his eyes glinting with a mixture of desire and menace. "I'm giving you a choice, Sachiko. You can either stay here and let me fuck you, or you can run and face the zombies outside. Your call."

Sachiko's hands trembled as she quickly dried her body, the towel a scant barrier against her nudity. Her fear warred within her, her heart pounding in her chest as she prepared for whatever came next.

The tension in the room was palpable, the sound of the running shower now replaced by the soft patter of Sachiko's nervous breaths. She stood there, the towel clutched to her body, her eyes darting between the open door and Ryo, unsure of her fate.

Sachiko's voice trembled as she spoke, "I—I don't want this. Please, dont do this."

Ryo's smirk didn't waver. "I don't care if you don't want this," he said coldly. "Like I said before, you can try to run if you want. I'm not going to force you."

Sachiko's fear grew more intense as she processed his words. Her mind raced with the horrifying reality of her situation. She knew that stepping outside the safety of the penthouse would mean certain death at the hands of the zombies lurking around. The terror of being exposed to the creatures she had seen earlier left her with no viable choice.

With a resigned sigh, she reluctantly accepted her grim fate. She understood that any attempt to escape would lead to her immediate demise, so she slowly prepared herself to comply with Ryo's demands, her fear and discomfort palpable in every movement.