Chapter 108: Chapter 108: Morning Orders

Sachiko woke up to the first light of morning filtering through the dark curtains. She found herself still wrapped around Ryo, her body instinctively seeking the warmth and security he provided, despite the fear that gnawed at her. The events of the previous night played through her mind, making her feel vulnerable and confused.

Carefully, she untangled herself from Ryo's embrace, trying not to wake him. Her need to use the toilet was growing urgent, but the fear of leaving the safety of his side made her hesitate. For a moment, she lay there, debating whether to risk it. But the urge was too strong.

With a quiet sigh, Sachiko slid out of bed, the cool air sending a shiver down her spine. She glanced at Ryo, who remained asleep, and then made her way to the toilet. The apartment was eerily silent, and the knowledge of the zombies lurking just outside made every step feel heavy. Find more to read at m_v l|-NovelFire.net

Without any clothes on, she felt exposed and vulnerable, but she knew she had no other choice. She reached the bathroom and quickly closed the door behind her, letting out a breath she didn't realize she had been holding.

As she sat there, she couldn't help but think about the precariousness of her situation. The fear of what might happen next gnawed at her, but for now, all she could do was focus on surviving another day.

Ryo stirred awake, instantly noticing the empty space beside him. His instincts kicked in, and without wasting a moment, he reached for his MP5, his mind racing with suspicion. Where could she have gone? He knew better than to trust anyone, especially someone who had once worked with the government.

He quickly scanned the room, his eyes narrowing as he heard the faint sound coming from the bathroom. His jaw tightened as his suspicion grew. Was she trying to contact the government? Was this all a setup?

Moving silently but swiftly, Ryo approached the bathroom door, his MP5 held firmly in his grip. He didn't hesitate; with a quick forceful shove, he pushed the door open, his weapon aimed and ready.

Sachiko, caught completely off guard, froze in shock. She was in the middle of her "business," her eyes wide with fear as she looked up at him. The sight of Ryo standing there, weapon pointed at her, made her heart race with terror. She couldn't move, couldn't speak—her mind was blank with panic.

Ryo's stern gaze softened slightly as he took in the scene before him. Sachiko was squatting, clearly in the middle of her most vulnerable moment, her eyes wide with fear and embarrassment. He kept his MP5 steady, but his tone shifted, now laced with irritation rather than suspicion.

"Why didn't you tell me you were going to the bathroom?" he demanded, his voice still gruff.

Sachiko's eyes welled up with tears, her face flushed with humiliation. "I-I'm sorry," she stammered, her voice trembling. She averted her gaze, unable to look him in the eyes, the situation too overwhelming for her to handle.

Ryo slowly lowered his MP5, his expression relaxing once he realized that Sachiko had gone to the bathroom solely for her private business. He let out a small sigh, the tension easing slightly from his shoulders.

"After you finish," he said, his voice now calm but firm, "make sure you shower and then prepare breakfast for us."

Sachiko nodded, still shaken, but grateful that the situation hadn't escalated further. She watched as Ryo turned and left the bathroom, closing the door behind him. The moment he was gone, she let out a shaky breath, trying to regain her composure.

Ryo placed his MP5 where he could quickly reach it if necessary, then retrieved a towel and sat down with it draped over his shoulder. He positioned himself where he could keep an eye on the bathroom entrance.

As Sachiko finished her business and emerged from the bathroom, still without any clothes, she felt a mix of vulnerability and apprehension. Ryo's gaze was steady and unyielding.

"Come here," he commanded.

Sachiko approached him, her movements hesitant and fearful. Ryo gripped her hair firmly, his eyes locking onto hers with an intensity that brooked no argument.

"You are mine now. Understand?" he said, his voice low and commanding.

Sachiko, trembling with a mix of fear and resignation, nodded. "Yes," she replied softly.

Ryo's expression remained stern. He released his grip but continued to watch her closely, making it clear that his warning was not to be taken lightly.

Ryo led Sachiko to the shower, his movements deliberate and confident. He settled himself comfortably on a small bench he had set up in the corner of the shower area, allowing the warm water to cascade over him.

"Help me clean," Ryo commanded, his tone leaving no room for argument.

Sachiko, still feeling the weight of his earlier warning, nodded and stepped closer. She took a moment to gather herself, then began to carefully wash Ryo's body, her hands moving with practiced caution. The water and soap created a soothing lather as she worked, her movements steady but tinged with nervousness.

Ryo remained seated, his gaze focused on her, observing her every move. The tension between them was palpable, but Sachiko knew better than to falter. She continued to help him, her own discomfort overshadowed by the need to comply with his demands.

Ryo exited the shower, the water droplets still glistening on his skin as he dressed quickly in his usual attire. He glanced back at the shower where Sachiko continued to clean herself, her movements slow and methodical.

As he got dressed, he noticed that Sachiko still had no clothes to wear. He made his way to his wardrobe, intent on finding something for her. His eyes scanned the racks of clothes, and then he paused, his gaze landing on a set of women's clothing—clothes and pants that belonged to Sakura, one of his lovers who had been killed by the government.

Ryo's expression darkened as he picked up the garments, a mixture of anger and sadness flickering across his face. The memory of Sakura's death at the hands of the government was still fresh, and seeing her clothes brought a pang of grief and rage. Yet, he understood the practical necessity of providing Sachiko with something to wear.

Despite the painful association, he folded the clothes neatly and headed back to the bathroom.

He cleared his throat to get Sachiko's attention. "I've found some clothes for you," he said, his voice devoid of any warmth. "Put these on when you're finished."

Sachiko looked up, her face showing a mix of relief and confusion as she took the clothes from Ryo. She sensed the underlying tension in his demeanor but was too focused on her immediate need for clothing to fully understand its source.

Ryo's gaze was intense as he watched her. "Put these on," he commanded, "and do it in front of me."

Sachiko nodded silently, her cheeks flushing with a mix of embarrassment and apprehension. She dried her body with a towel and then put on the clothes—simple, comfortable, but lacking underwear. The feeling of the fabric against her skin was foreign, yet it was a welcome change from being completely naked.

When she finished dressing, Ryo's smirk widened. "Come here," he ordered.

Sachiko hesitated for a moment, then approached him as directed. Ryo's eyes were cold but full of an unsettling satisfaction. He reached out, gripping her hair firmly, and drew her close. His lips met hers in a rough, commanding kiss. seaʀᴄh thё nôvelFire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

The kiss was intense and unrelenting, leaving Sachiko no room to pull away. She felt a mix of fear and confusion as Ryo's actions conveyed both dominance and an unspoken claim over her.

Ryo's expression darkened as Sachiko attempted to resist the kiss. He pulled away abruptly, his eyes blazing with anger. "Who told you to resist?" he growled, his voice harsh and unforgiving.

Sachiko's heart raced, her fear evident in the trembling of her body. Ryo's grip on her hair tightened as he continued, his tone a menacing promise. "From now on, your body belongs to me. If you choose to defy me, remember this—you can become zombie food just as easily."

He leaned in closer, his breath hot against her ear. "You have a choice," he said coldly. "Either accept that you're mine and behave accordingly, or test me and see how quickly I can let those zombies have you."

Sachiko's fear intensified at his words, the reality of her situation sinking in. She nodded quickly, her voice barely a whisper as she replied, "I understand."

Ryo settled onto the sofa with an air of casual dominance, his eyes never leaving Sachiko. "Come here," he commanded, his voice brooking no argument.

Sachiko approached him slowly, her heart pounding with anxiety. As she reached him, Ryo pulled her close, his hands finding her waist. He tilted her chin upward, and without giving her a chance to react, he kissed her deeply.

The kiss was forceful and commanding, leaving no room for resistance. Ryo's grip was firm, ensuring that Sachiko couldn't pull away. He relished in the control he exerted over her, his lips moving against hers with a predatory intensity.

Sachiko, feeling the weight of Ryo's authority and the threat of the zombies outside, found herself responding to the kiss. Her initial resistance softened as she realized the futility of defying him. She tentatively kissed him back, her lips moving in sync with his.

Despite the fear and discomfort, there was a sense of resignation in her actions. She couldn't afford to anger Ryo further or provoke him into a more dangerous response. Her mind raced with thoughts of survival and the need to navigate this precarious situation, but for now, she complied with his demands.

Ryo's hand slid inside Sachiko's shirt, his lips crashed down on hers, his kiss urgent and demanding. Sachiko's eyes widened for a moment before fluttering closed, her lips parting slightly to grant him entry. His tongue delved into her mouth, tasting, exploring, claiming.

Ryo's hand moved up her body, his fingers grazing the sensitive skin of her neck before cupping her breast. His thumb brushed her erect nipple, sending a jolt of pleasure through her. Sachiko's breath hitched in her throat, her body arching slightly into his touch.

Slowly, he withdrew his hand from her shirt, his thumb lingering on her nipple for a moment before he pulled away. Sachiko's eyes opened, her breath quickening as she realized he was stopping.

As Ryo withdrew his hand, he looked at Sachiko with a cold, authoritative gaze. "Get yourself together and cook breakfast for us," he commanded. "You have plenty of choices in the kitchen. Make sure to prepare some coffee for me as well."

Sachiko, still processing the intensity of the moment, nodded silently. She quickly gathered herself, trying to push past her unease as she made her way to the kitchen. The array of food options available to her felt overwhelming, but she focused on the task at hand, determined to meet Ryo's demands.