Chapter 118: Chapter 118: Clothing Shop

Ryo slowed the scooter to a stop in front of a small clothing shop nestled between two larger, dilapidated buildings. The sun was beginning its slow descent, casting long shadows across the street. Zombies roamed aimlessly nearby, their dull eyes occasionally glancing toward Ryo and Sachiko, but none dared approach.Ryo's commanding aura kept them at bay, as if they instinctively knew he was not to be trifled with.

"We'll check in here," Ryo said, dismounting the scooter. His voice was calm, but there was a sharp edge to it that made Sachiko nod in silence. She still felt uneasy around the zombies, especially with so many of them nearby, but she knew she was safe as long as she stayed close to Ryo.

He scanned the area briefly, making sure there was no immediate danger before stepping toward the shop. The glass windows were cracked but not shattered, and the door hung slightly ajar, creaking on its hinges as Ryo pushed it open.

"Stay close," he instructed, not looking back as Sachiko followed him inside.

The interior of the shop was dark, with only faint beams of sunlight filtering through the grime-covered windows. Dust motes floated in the air, disturbed by their entrance. Ryo flicked on his flashlight, illuminating racks of clothes that had been untouched for months.

Sachiko's eyes adjusted to the dim light as she looked around. The shop was small, but there was a surprising variety of clothing still neatly hung on the racks. Dresses, jackets, and casual wear lined the walls, while a few shelves held boxes of shoes and accessories. In one corner, she noticed a section dedicated to lingerie and underwear.

"This should do," Ryo muttered, more to himself than to Sachiko. He began to walk down the narrow aisles, his flashlight sweeping over the various items.

Sachiko followed quietly, her eyes flicking nervously toward the windows and the occasional shadow that passed by outside. The zombies were still out there, but they kept their distance, as if an invisible barrier held them back. Ryo seemed unconcerned, his focus entirely on finding what they needed.

He stopped in front of the lingerie section, turning to Sachiko. "Find something that fits," he said, his tone leaving no room for argument.

Sachiko nodded and began to sift through the racks. She found a few sets of underwear in her size and a couple of bras, along with a simple black dress that caught her eye. It wasn't flashy, but it was practical, and she knew Ryo preferred practicality over extravagance.

While she searched, Ryo moved toward the back of the store, his flashlight revealing a small storage room. The door was slightly ajar, and he nudged it open with his foot, peering inside. The room was cramped, filled with unopened boxes and a few shelves lined with extra stock.

He stepped inside, his eyes scanning the contents quickly. There wasn't much of interest, but he did find a box labeled "Women's Clothing - New Arrivals." Curious, he opened it and found a few more outfits that seemed suitable for Sachiko, including another dress and some more lingerie. He pulled out a pair of black lace underwear and held them up, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.

"These should look good on you," he called out to Sachiko, who was still sorting through the racks outside.

Sachiko glanced over, her cheeks flushing slightly at the sight of the delicate lace in Ryo's hands. She didn't respond, but she nodded and continued her search, trying to ignore the way her heart raced at the thought of wearing them for him.

Satisfied with his finds, Ryo returned to the main area, tossing the items onto the counter. "Take these too," he said, his tone casual but with an underlying command. Sachiko gathered them up without protest, adding them to the growing pile of clothes she had selected.

Once they had everything they needed, Ryo nodded toward the door. "Let's head out," he said, his voice firm. He glanced around one last time, ensuring there was nothing they had missed before leading the way back outside.

They both stepped out into the fading daylight, Sachiko couldn't help but feel a sense of relief. The open air, even with the presence of zombies, felt less oppressive than the dark interior of the shop. Ryo didn't seem to notice her unease; his mind was already on the next task.

They reached the scooter, and Ryo began loading the clothes into the storage compartment. "This should keep you dressed for a while," he said, more to himself than to Sachiko. He lit another cigarette, taking a deep drag before exhaling slowly. "We'll keep moving, find a place to rest for the night."

Sachiko nodded, her mind still processing everything that had happened. The day had been a whirlwind of tension and quiet moments of fear, but she was beginning to adjust to this new reality. Being with Ryo meant safety, even if it came with its own set of challenges and strange emotions she still didn't fully understand.

With everything packed and ready, they climbed back onto the scooter. Sachiko wrapped her arms around Ryo's waist, feeling the steady beat of his heart under her palms. Despite everything, she felt a strange sense of security with him, as if no matter what the world threw at them, they would survive together.

The sun dipped lower on the horizon, casting the world in a warm, orange glow. The future was uncertain, but for now, they had each other, and that was enough to keep going.

Ryo and Sachiko continued their ride, the sky began to darken, the sun dipping below the horizon. The air grew cooler, and the shadows stretched longer across the desolate streets. The sound of the scooter's engine was the only noise that broke the eerie silence, save for the occasional shuffle of zombies in the distance.

Ryo felt the night creeping in, but he wasn't worried. In fact, he welcomed it. The Creepers would soon emerge, and they were his best allies in this forsaken world. Fast, agile, and nearly unstoppable, these creatures were far more dangerous than any human could ever hope to be. They could jump from wall to wall, move in the blink of an eye, and strike with deadly precision.

Ryo knew that even the best special forces or soldiers would be helpless against them.

A smirk crossed his lips as he thought about the Creepers. They were a force to be reckoned with, and they obeyed him without question. No one could stand against him when he had them by his side. Searᴄh the NôᴠelFirё.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

But then his gaze shifted to Sachiko, her arms wrapped around his waist as she held on tightly. She was more than just a companion to him; she was his possession, his pleasure to take whenever he desired. The thought of losing her, even to the slightest danger, made him reconsider his plans.

Ryo didn't want to risk her life, not when she was the source of his deepest pleasures. Her body, her submission, was something he wasn't willing to gamble with, even for the thrill of having the Creepers at his command.

His decision was made. He would take her back to the safety of their home, where he could keep her close and protected. There was no need to push their luck tonight. The Creepers would come out, and he could always summon them when needed, but for now, he had other priorities.

"We're heading home," Ryo said, his voice firm. He didn't need to explain further; Sachiko simply nodded, trusting his judgment.

The darkness slowly enveloped them, but Ryo felt no fear. The night belonged to him, just as this world did. And with Sachiko by his side, he knew he had everything he needed to survive—and to enjoy every moment of his dominance in this twisted new reality.

The night fell and the shadows deepened, Ryo navigated the roads with practiced ease, his focus sharp despite the encroaching darkness. The air grew colder, and the world seemed to hold its breath as the eerie silence of the post-apocalyptic landscape settled in. The only sounds were the hum of the scooter's engine and the occasional shuffle of distant zombies.

Sachiko, clinging to Ryo as they rode, felt a shiver of fear. The encroaching night and the looming presence of the Creepers made her uneasy. Their lithe, agile forms were silhouetted against the walls and debris of the ruined buildings, their dark eyes gleaming with a predatory glint.

Despite the fear that gnawed at her, she found some reassurance in the way the Creepers seemed to follow them, their movements synchronized as if they were a living, protective barrier.

Ryo, on the other hand, was unfazed. He maneuvered the scooter with confidence, carefully steering to avoid the wandering zombies that roamed aimlessly through the streets. For Ryo, these zombies were more than just obstacles; they were his personal army, his assets in this grim world.

He could command them with a mere thought, and their presence was a constant reminder of his dominance over this new, chaotic reality.

The Creepers, though swift and unpredictable, appeared to have a clear purpose tonight. They moved with a fluid grace, their presence adding an extra layer of protection around Ryo and Sachiko. They were like shadows, weaving in and out of sight, their movements almost synchronized with the scooter's path.

As they continued their journey, Ryo took note of the Creepers' behavior. Their vigilant presence was more than just a safeguard against potential threats; it was a testament to his control over them. Ryo smirked, knowing that even in the darkest corners of this world, he remained in command.

The road stretched ahead, illuminated by the faint glow of the scooter's headlights and the occasional flicker of the Creepers' eyes. Sachiko, despite her apprehension, felt a strange sense of security knowing that Ryo had such powerful allies at his disposal.

The Creepers' silent, watchful presence was a constant reminder of the extent of Ryo's control and the unique position he held in this desolate world.

Ryo continued to navigate with precision, his mind already planning their next move. The night was his domain, and with the Creepers by his side and Sachiko at his back, he felt invincible. The world outside might be a wasteland, but within the confines of his command, Ryo knew that he could turn the darkness to his advantage.

After ryo parked the scooter, the familiar sight of zombies in their various forms greeted Ryo and Sachiko. The area was surrounded by a formidable array of Brutes and Striders, their presence creating a near-impenetrable barrier around the building. Their eerie, vigilant eyes glowed faintly in the dim light, adding to the surreal atmosphere of the post-apocalyptic night.

Ryo dismounted the scooter and placed his backpack carefully in front of the door, making sure everything was secure. With a casual flick, he lit up a cigarette, the ember casting a brief glow on his face. He took a deep drag, savoring the brief respite before he turned his attention to the assembled zombies.

Sachiko, carrying the load of supplies, hurried inside. She was acutely aware of Ryo's intentions and knew that her evening would involve much more than just a simple return home. The thought of taking a shower was both a relief and a prelude to what she anticipated would be a more intimate time later.

She unloaded the backpacks with practiced efficiency, organizing the food and supplies as best as she could given the constraints of their new environment.

Outside, Ryo engaged with the Brutes and Striders, though Sachiko couldn't fathom why he would converse with them. The zombies were, after all, incapable of verbal communication. But Ryo seemed to find a form of satisfaction in these one-sided exchanges, his demeanor calm and commanding as he spoke.

Ryo's conversation with the zombies was a ritual of sorts, a way for him to assert his control and maintain the psychological edge. He spoke with an air of authority, his words punctuated by the occasional puff of smoke from his cigarette. The Brutes and Striders remained motionless, their focus unwaveringly directed towards the perimeter as if listening intently to his every word.

Once Sachiko had finished unloading and was ready to take her shower, she stepped into the bathroom, the sound of running water providing a soothing backdrop to her thoughts. The cold touch of the water on her skin was a stark contrast to the heated anticipation she felt about the evening ahead.

The shower was her moment of solace before she would inevitably return to Ryo's side, prepared for the personal demands he would make of her.

Sachiko coming out from the shower, refreshed and ready, she found Ryo still outside, finishing up his conversation with the zombies. With a final flick of his cigarette and a satisfied nod, he re-entered the house, his focus now solely on the evening's plans.

Sachiko stepped out of the shower and dressed in comfortable attire, she could hear Ryo talking animatedly outside. She shook her head with a bemused smile as she headed towards the living area. The scene she encountered was both odd and oddly comforting.

Ryo stood amid the gathered Brutes, Striders, and Creepers, his demeanor relaxed and casual. He gestured animatedly, recounting his day's adventure in the mall as if he were sharing tales with old friends rather than with the undead.

"Well, it was a bit of a letdown, really," Ryo said, addressing his audience of zombies. "The mall was dark, and we didn't find much of what we needed. But we did get some supplies."

The Brutes stood stoically, their massive forms barely moving, while the Striders, perched on the edges of nearby walls, seemed to listen intently. The Creepers, with their quick, twitchy movements, gave off an impression of restless anticipation, even though they remained still.

The entire ensemble was an intimidating sight, yet the way Ryo interacted with them made it almost feel like a surreal social gathering.

Sachiko watched from the doorway, her initial surprise at the sight now replaced with a sense of amusement. Ryo's ability to treat the zombies as if they were companions rather than threats was a strange, almost endearing aspect of his personality. He spoke to them with a level of familiarity that made the chilling atmosphere seem oddly warm.

"Well, at least we didn't run into anything too dangerous this time," Ryo continued, taking another drag from his cigarette. "I'll head back out tomorrow to check more places. For now, just keep up the good work. Stay alert."

Sachiko approached, catching Ryo's eye. He gave her a knowing smile before turning back to his undead audience. "Make sure warn me when something happen."

Sachiko shook her head with a chuckle, her apprehensions about the day's events eased by Ryo's strange but effective way of dealing with his army of the undead. She was ready to spend the evening in his company, whatever that might entail, and found herself more intrigued by the unusual dynamics of their life together.