Chapter 107: Chapter 107: The Reality of Survival

Sachiko stood in front of Ryo, her body still wrapped in the towel, trembling with a mix of fear and uncertainty. The threat of the zombies outside loomed large in her mind, but it was the man before her that terrified her the most. She knew that any attempt to escape would be futile; the creatures outside would tear her apart before she could even reach the door.

Her eyes darted around the penthouse, taking in the sight of the abundant food supplies that Ryo had amassed. Stacks of rice bags, packets of ramen, dried mushrooms, meats, fish, and countless cans of food filled the shelves. It was a stark contrast to the tightly controlled rations she had experienced in the government's last stronghold.

There, food was a scarce and precious resource, rationed out in meager portions that left her perpetually hungry.

Here, in Ryo's penthouse, there was more food than she had seen in months. It was almost surreal—an overwhelming sense of abundance in a world that had otherwise fallen into chaos. But that abundance only reinforced the truth she had come to realize: Ryo was a man who could survive on his own, who didn't need anyone else.

His words carried the weight of someone who didn't joke about survival, and she knew he meant every single one of them.

Sachiko swallowed hard, the reality of her situation settling in. She was at the mercy of this man, a man who commanded zombies and hoarded enough food to outlast the apocalypse. Any thoughts of escape were quickly dashed by the knowledge that she wouldn't last a second out there, not without him. She remained silent, her fear growing with each passing moment as she awaited his next command.

Ryo noticed Sachiko's gaze lingering on the stockpile of food he had meticulously gathered. Without a hint of emotion, he spoke, his voice cutting through the heavy silence. "Stop staring and start cooking. You're going to make us both something to eat."

Sachiko flinched at the command, her fear momentarily overshadowed by the realization that she was being put to work. The towel clung to her damp skin as she hesitated, unsure of how to respond. But she quickly understood that refusing or even delaying would only worsen her situation.

"W-what should I cook?" she asked, her voice trembling.

"Whatever you can make with what's here," Ryo replied, his tone indifferent. "Just make sure it's good. I don't have time for garbage."

Sachiko nodded, her mind racing as she considered her options. The kitchen was fully equipped, with pots, pans, and utensils neatly stored away, as if ready for a time when cooking was a normal part of life. She moved cautiously, still acutely aware of Ryo's presence as she began to gather ingredients.

The fear of the unknown gnawed at her, but for now, she focused on the task at hand, hoping that by complying, she might find a way to survive another day in Ryo's unpredictable world.

Ryo's gaze remained fixed on Sachiko as he issued his command. "Cook rice, make mushroom soup, and prepare some ramen. Also, heat up a can of beef. I want a decent meal."

Sachiko nodded, her hands trembling slightly as she gathered the ingredients. She moved to the stove and began preparing the rice, setting it to cook. She then took a large pot from the cupboard and started on the mushroom soup, carefully slicing the dried mushrooms and adding them to the boiling water.

The kitchen filled with the smell of cooking food, a small comfort amidst the fear and tension. Sachiko worked quickly, her mind still racing with thoughts of her precarious situation. The ramen was prepared next, its familiar aroma mixing with the earthy scent of the mushroom soup.

As she worked, Sachiko stole occasional glances at Ryo. He remained seated with a casual air, sipping from his beer and observing her with a detached interest. The weight of his earlier threat hung heavily in the air, adding to the pressure she felt to complete the meal to his satisfaction.

Sachiko placed the finished dishes on the table, her hands still shaking from the strain of her situation. She sat down beside Ryo as he commanded, her fear evident in every movement.

Ryo took a seat at the table, looking at the spread of food with a nod of approval. "Now, serve me," he said, his tone leaving no room for argument.

Sachiko carefully scooped some rice onto a plate and placed it in front of Ryo. Then, with a trembling hand, she ladled out some mushroom soup and set it beside the rice. The ramen and canned beef followed, each dish meticulously placed as she had prepared.

Ryo glanced at the food, then at Sachiko. "Feed me," he said, his voice firm.

Sachiko swallowed hard, her anxiety mounting as she took a spoonful of rice and offered it to Ryo. He accepted it, his gaze never leaving her. She repeated the process with the soup, then the ramen, and finally, she helped him with the canned beef. Each action was performed with careful attention, her fear of the consequences evident in her every movement.

Ryo's gaze was unyielding as he watched Sachiko eat. "Finish everything you cooked," he said, his voice steady and commanding. "If you waste any food, I'll throw you out to the zombies outside." He smirked, adding with a taunting edge. He leaned in slightly, a malicious smirk playing at the corners of his mouth.

"You know the Creepers out there can't wait to get a taste of you," he added with a mocking jab. "So, don't think about leaving anything behind."

Sachiko's eyes widened in fear at the threat. She quickly resumed eating, her movements hurried as she made sure not to leave any food behind. The gravity of Ryo's warning was clear, and the knowledge that her survival depended on every morsel of food made her actions more urgent.

Sachiko sat back, feeling uncomfortably full from the large meal. It was the most she'd eaten in days, and the quantity was overwhelming. Ryo watched her with a cold, calculating gaze as she finished her meal.

After she had rested for a few moments, Ryo's voice cut through the silence. "Bring me the wine," he commanded. "There's a bottle in the cabinet next to the refrigerator."

Sachiko nodded weakly, standing up despite her discomfort. She moved towards the cabinet, retrieving the bottle of wine and bringing it back to Ryo. She knew better than to resist or delay, fully aware of the consequences that would follow any disobedience.

Ryo's voice grew sharper with irritation. "Now pour the wine into two glasses," he ordered.

Sachiko hesitated, her voice trembling as she tried to explain, "I've never had wine before. I don't—"

Ryo cut her off, his patience wearing thin. "The fuck do I care about that? When I say drink, you drink! Now pour the damn wine!" His tone left no room for argument, making it clear that her personal experience was irrelevant to him.

Sachiko quickly complied, pouring the wine into ryo glasses and setting them down in front of Ryo, her hands shaking.

Ryo grabbed her by the hair, pulling her head back slightly. "Drink, bitch!" he demanded, his voice cold and threatening.

The intensity of his grip and his harsh tone left no room for disobedience. Sachiko had no choice but to obey, her fear overwhelming any reluctance she felt.The rich, red liquid filled the glasses, and she could feel her fear intensify with each movement. As she handed one of the glasses to Ryo, her eyes were downcast, avoiding his cold, unrelenting gaze.

Ryo took the glass and, with a dismissive wave of his hand, indicated for her to pour the wine into the second glass. Sachiko did so, her movements slow and deliberate. The weight of the moment pressed heavily on her, knowing that any wrong move could result in dire consequences.

Once the glasses were filled, Ryo took a long sip from his own, savoring the taste with a satisfied smirk. He then turned his attention back to Sachiko. "Now drink," he said, his tone less harsh but still commanding.

Sachiko hesitated, her fear of Ryo still fresh. Ryo's patience wore thin quickly. He reached out and grabbed her by the hair again, pulling her head back. "Drink!" he shouted.

With tears in her eyes, Sachiko took the glass and brought it to her lips, the strong taste of the wine hitting her tongue. She swallowed, trying to keep her composure despite the overwhelming sense of dread that accompanied each sip.

As she drank, Ryo watched her with a mix of amusement and control, relishing in the power he held over her. He seemed to take satisfaction in her obedience and the fear that radiated from her.

After Sachiko finished the wine, Ryo set his glass down with a satisfied clink and leaned back, his gaze still fixed on her. "Good," he said, his voice carrying a note of finality. "Now, go to bed and wait for me there."

Sachiko, feeling the weight of exhaustion and fear, silently nodded. She moved to a corner of the room, where a bed was set up. As she sit down, her mind raced with thoughts of escape and survival, knowing that her situation remained precarious and uncertain. She lay there, tense and anxious, awaiting Ryo's next move.

Sachiko's heart hammered in her chest as she watched Ryo undress, her eyes widening at the sight of his erect penis, thick and veined. Her breath caught in her throat as she realized he intended to take her right there, with no pretense of gentleness or romance.

Ryo stood before her, his body muscular and powerful, his erection jutting out proudly. His eyes glittered with a mix of desire and domination as he took in her trembling form, still wrapped in the towel.

"Remove the towel," he commanded, his voice harsh and demanding.

Sachiko hesitated, her fear and uncertainty warring within her. She knew that defiance would only result in pain, but the thought of exposing herself completely to him terrified her.

Ryo's patience snapped, and he grabbed her by the hair, pulling her head back sharply. "When I tell you to do something, you fucking do it!" he snarled, his eyes flashing with anger. "Now take off that fucking towel before I rip it off you!"

Tears pricked at Sachiko's eyes as she slowly reached for the edge of the towel, her hands trembling. With a hesitant movement, she let the towel fall to the ground, leaving her completely naked before him.

Ryo's eyes raked over Sachiko's petite frame, taking in the soft swell of her small breasts, the delicate curve of her hips, and the toned planes of her stomach. Her body, though modest in size, exuded a raw sensuality.

Sachiko sit there, her breath coming in short gasps, her heart hammering in her chest. She felt exposed, her body laid bare for Ryo's hungry gaze. Her fear and arousal warred within her, the primal desire in his eyes igniting a fire in her that both thrilled and terrified her.

Sachiko's hands balled into fists at her sides as she struggled to process the flood of emotions coursing through her. She felt vulnerable, completely at the mercy of this man who held her life in his hands. The fear of the zombies outside seemed almost distant compared to the immediate, visceral threat of Ryo's desire.

The air crackled with tension as Ryo took a step towards her, his eyes never leaving hers. Sachiko could feel the heat radiating from his body, the scent of his desire mixing with the musky aroma of their exertions.

Sachiko's breath hitched in her throat as she lay on the bed, her eyes squeezed shut, her hands covering her face in a desperate attempt to block out the reality of what was about to happen. She felt the weight of Ryo's body as he climbed on top of her, his hot breath fanning her neck.

"Spread your legs," Ryo commanded, his voice low and rough.

Sachiko's heart hammered in her chest as she slowly parted her thighs, her body trembling with anticipation and fear. She kept her eyes tightly closed, unwilling or unable to witness the raw, primal hunger in Ryo's gaze.

Ryo positioned himself between her thighs, his breath ghosting over her sensitive skin. Sachiko flinched as she felt his tongue trace the delicate folds of her pussy, his mouth exploring her most intimate areas with expert precision.

A soft moan escaped Sachiko's lips despite her efforts to remain silent. Ryo's tongue flicked her clitoris, sending shocks of pleasure through her body. His hands gripped her hips, holding her in place as he feasted on her, his mouth working its magic.

Sachiko's hands clenched the bedsheets, her body arching slightly as the pleasure intensified. Ryo's tongue delved deeper, his lips sucking and nipping at her sensitive flesh. Her breath came in short gasps, her chest heaving with each touch of his tongue.

Sachiko bit her lip, her body tensing as she fought to hold back the sounds of her arousal. But as Ryo's tongue circled her clitoris, teasing and tormenting her, a soft whimper escaped her lips, followed by a low moan.

Sachiko's moan echoed through the room, a mix of shame and ecstasy, Ryo positioned himself between her thighs. His erection, throbbing with anticipation, pulsed with need. He slowly pushed himself inside her, savoring the feeling of her tight, virgin pussy enveloping him.

Sachiko's eyes flew open, her breath catching in her throat at the intrusion. "Wait," she gasped, her hands flying down to push against his chest. "I-I've never done this before..."

Ryo's eyes darkened, and he grabbed her wrists, pinning them above her head with one hand. "Shut up," he snarled, his voice harsh.

Sachiko's eyes widened in a mix of surprise and pain as she felt her hymen tear under Ryo's forceful thrust. A sharp cry escaped her lips, her body tensing around him as she experienced the searing sensation of being breached for the first time.

Ryo stilled, his eyes closed as he reveled in the feeling of her virgin heat enveloping him. "So tight," he muttered, his voice strained with desire.

Sachiko bit her lip, her eyes squeezing shut as she focused on the intense sensation. She could feel the stretch, the burn between her legs, and the slight tearing sensation deep within her. A trickle of blood ran down her inner thigh, a stark reminder of the loss of her innocence.

Ryo's eyes opened, his gaze fixing on the small streak of blood that marked her virginity's end. A dark smile curved his lips as he slowly began to move, his hips snapping forward with deliberate thrusts. "Perfect," he growled, his voice rough. "Absolutely perfect."

Ryo began to move, his hips snapping forward with slow, deliberate thrusts. "Relax," he growled, his voice hoarse.

Sachiko whimpered, her body tensing with each thrust. "I-I can't," she whispered, her voice shaking. "It hurts..."

Ryo's eyes darkened, a mix of desire and frustration flashing across his face.He growled, his voice rough. "Just let me enjoy this. Relax and take it."

Sachiko nodded silently, her eyes closed as she focused on relaxing her body, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She could feel the burn between her legs beginning to ease, replaced by a dull throb that pulsed with each of his thrusts.

Sachiko bit her lip, her small breasts bouncing with each powerful stroke. She whimpered, a soft, pleading sound that only seemed to fuel his desire.Her breath quickening as the pleasure began to build within her. She felt stretched, filled by him in a way that was both overwhelming and exhilarating.

Ryo's hands gripped her hips, his fingers digging into her soft flesh. "That's my girl," he growled, his voice hoarse with desire.Ryo's thrusts became more urgent, his hips snapping forward with increasing force. "That's it," he grunted, his eyes closing for a moment as he savored the sensation of being buried deep within her.

Sachiko's body tightened, every muscle tensing as she teetered on the edge of release. Her breath came in short, sharp gasps, her chest heaving with the effort to draw in enough air. Her hands gripped the bedsheets, her fingers twisting the fabric as she struggled to hold on, to anchor herself in the midst of the storm of pleasure that was building within her.

Ryo's relentless thrusts sent shocks of pleasure through her body, each stroke of his penis inside her hitting all the right spots, igniting a fire in her core. Her eyes squeezed shut, her head tossing back as she surrendered to the overwhelming sensation.

Sachiko's orgasm washed over her. Her body arched off the bed, her back bowing as a cry escaped her lips. It was a raw, primal sound, a mixture of pleasure and release that echoed through the room. Find your next read at m_v l|e-NovelFire.net

Her hands flew to her mouth, muffling her cries as her body shook uncontrollably. Her inner walls clenched around Ryo's penis, milking him as she rode out wave after wave of pleasure. Her expression was one of pure, unadulterated ecstasy, her eyes squeezed shut, her mouth open in a silent scream.

Ryo's eyes blazed with a mix of satisfaction and desire as he watched her succumb to the pleasure he had wrought. He continued to thrust into her, his movements becoming more urgent as he chased his own release, driven by the sight of her abandon.

Sachiko's body trembled, her breath coming in short, sharp pants as she struggled to catch her breath, to process the intensity of what she had just experienced. Her cheeks were flushed, her skin glistening with a light sheen of sweat, her hair tumbling around her in disarray.

Ryo's eyes darkened, his breath quickening as he neared his peak. He quickened his pace, his hips snapping forward with urgent, powerful thrusts. Sachiko's body jolted with each impact, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.

"Fuck, I'm close," Ryo growled, his voice strained. "So fucking close..."

Sachiko's eyes widened, her body tensing as she felt his penis twitch inside her. "No, please," she whispered, her voice shaking. "Not inside me. I don't want to get pregnant."

Ryo's expression hardened, his eyes flashing with a mix of desire and determination. "I'm not pulling out," he snarled, his thrusts becoming more forceful.

Sachiko cried out, her body shaking as her second orgasm washed over her. Ryo's thrusts became more erratic, his body tensing as he reached his own peak. With a final, powerful thrust, he buried himself deep inside her and groaned, his release spilling into her.Her body shaking as she felt him fill her, the warmth of his release mixing with hers.

Ryo collapsed onto her, his breath hot on her neck. He stayed inside her for a moment, his penis still twitching as he milked the last vestiges of his orgasm. Sachiko's body trembled, her hands gripping his back, her mind reeling from the intensity of what they had just shared.

Ryo eventually slid out of her, his penis softening. He rolled onto his back, his chest heaving as he caught his breath. Sachiko lay beside him, her eyes wide as she processed what had just happened.

Sachiko's voice trembled as she asked, "What if I get pregnant?"

Ryo's eyes narrowed, and he responded with a dismissive, "So what?"

Sachiko fell silent, her mind racing with fear and uncertainty. Ryo continued, his tone a bit less harsh but still firm, "We can think about it later if you really get pregnant. For now, focus on what's right in front of you." Searᴄh the nôvel_Fire.ηet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

Sachiko nodded, her thoughts a swirl of anxiety and apprehension. The future seemed uncertain, but for the moment, she had no choice but to follow Ryo's lead and navigate the dangers of her new reality.

Ryo's breathing grew steady and deep, signaling that he had fallen asleep, Sachiko's fear seemed to amplify in the silence of the room. The thought of the zombies lurking outside, their presence a constant threat, made her feel even more vulnerable.

With trembling hands, she slowly moved closer to Ryo. She hesitated for a moment, then cautiously wrapped her arms around him, seeking the false comfort of his warmth. It wasn't out of affection or desire; it was purely driven by her overwhelming fear of the zombies outside and the dread of what might happen if she remained alone.

Sachiko lay beside Ryo, her fear mingling with a deep sense of helplessness. As the minutes passed and his steady breathing filled the room, she found herself clutching him, not out of affection but out of sheer terror.

The zombies outside were a constant reminder of her precarious situation, and with Ryo asleep beside her, she felt a momentary sense of safety that was as fleeting as it was uncomfortable.

Despite the roughness of their encounter and the fear that gnawed at her insides, she found solace in the warmth of his body. The harsh reality of her predicament was ever-present, but for now, she could only hope that the protection offered by Ryo's command over the zombies would be enough to keep her safe through the night.

Sachiko's thoughts were a chaotic mix of worry for her future and the unsettling trust she had begun to place in the man beside her. The night was still, and the only sounds were Ryo's steady breathing and the occasional distant growl of a zombie.

Clutching him tightly, Sachiko felt a strange sense of comfort amidst her fear. The warmth of his body against hers was a stark contrast to the cold dread that had gripped her earlier. Even though their relationship had started under such harsh and threatening circumstances, there was a small, unexpected solace in being so close to him.

It was a comfort that came with a heavy price and an underlying uncertainty.

The unknown stretched out before her, filled with the possibility of more danger and perhaps more encounters with Ryo. Yet, as she held on, she found a brief escape from her terror—a momentary refuge in the presence of someone who, for now, had the power to shield her from the horrors outside. The sensation was both unsettling and strangely reassuring, a complex mix of dependency and fear.

The uncertainty of what tomorrow would bring loomed large, but for now, all she could do was hold on and wait, hoping that the fragile safety she felt would last just a little longer.