Chapter 119: Chapter 119: Quiet Before the Storm

Ryo stepped inside the house, the faint scent of cigarette smoke trailing behind him as he tossed his jacket onto the nearest chair. Without saying a word, he made his way toward the shower, leaving Sachiko to her own routine. The quiet hum of the house was punctuated only by the sounds of her preparing their evening meal.Sachiko, feeling more settled now that they were home, moved around the kitchen with a certain grace. She had become familiar with their limited supplies and the tasks that kept her mind occupied. Tonight's dinner was simple, yet comforting—rice, mushroom soup, and canned beef. She heated the beef in the pan using the electric stove, the savory smell slowly filling the air.

The mushroom soup, a recipe she had put together using the dried ingredients they'd scavenged, simmered gently on the side, its earthy aroma mingling with the rich scent of beef.

As she stirred the food, her mind wandered. The day had been tense, filled with uncertainty and Ryo's ever-present authority looming over her. Yet there was a strange comfort in it now—a routine that was becoming part of her life. Even though danger was never far, being with Ryo offered a sense of protection she couldn't find anywhere else.

She glanced at the doorway, half-expecting him to emerge from the shower, but the house remained quiet.

The quiet moments gave her time to think about the strange things she was feeling, about the way her body and mind had started to respond to Ryo in ways she didn't quite understand. She didn't mind the roughness anymore, the way he claimed her without hesitation. She found herself wanting his approval, craving the moments when his touch, no matter how possessive or intense, would linger on her skin.

The water from the shower eventually stopped, signaling that Ryo was almost done. Sachiko moved quickly, setting the table and making sure everything was ready for when he joined her. She served the rice in two bowls, placed the mushroom soup in small portions, and laid out the heated beef.

Sachiko sat down, waiting for Ryo, the house felt like a cocoon of safety amidst the chaos of the world outside. The zombies roamed, his personal army keeping watch, and inside, she prepared herself to face another night with the man who held her fate—and her heart—in his hands.

As they sat down to eat, Ryo gestured for Sachiko to sit beside him. She quietly took her place, feeling the warmth of his presence as they began their meal. The simple combination of rice, mushroom soup, and canned beef was enough to satisfy their hunger after a long day.

Between bites, Ryo broke the silence. "I've been thinking," he started, his voice casual but firm. "We need to get ourselves a truck."

Sachiko looked up, slightly surprised. "A truck? But what about fuel?" she asked, curious but cautious. She had seen the scarcity of resources, and fuel seemed like a particular concern.

Ryo, always prepared with an answer, leaned back slightly as he spoke. "Diesel," he explained, "unlike petrol, doesn't dry up or go bad as quickly. Diesel can last longer if it's stored properly. Even if it's been sitting in a tank for a while, we can still use it. It might get a little sludgy, but it's nothing I can't handle." He paused to take a sip of water, the gears in his mind clearly turning.

"And as for spare parts," he continued, "this town's full of abandoned garages and shops. I can find whatever we need to fix it up. I've worked part-time in repair shops before all this mess. I know how to get a truck running again."

Sachiko nodded, impressed but not entirely surprised. She had already come to realize that Ryo's knowledge and skills extended far beyond just survival. He seemed to have a solution for everything, and the idea of him being a mechanic in his past life added another layer to his capabilities.

"But why a truck?" she asked, curious about his reasoning.

Ryo smirked, a glint of determination in his eyes. "A truck can haul more supplies than this scooter ever will. Plus, if we ever need to move bigger stuff—furniture, batteries, anything—we'll need something more powerful. It's the next step to making this place feel like a real home."

Sachiko felt a sense of reassurance, knowing that Ryo had a plan for everything. His knowledge about the diesel fuel and spare parts was something she hadn't considered, and now that he mentioned it, the idea of a truck made perfect sense. She smiled slightly and continued eating, feeling more secure in their future together.

Ryo paused for a moment, then added with a slight grin, "And with the truck, we can bring along two, maybe three Striders with us. They'll handle any unknown danger easily. You saw how fast and strong they are, right?"

Sachiko nodded, recalling the terrifying speed and strength of the Striders. They were almost unnatural in how they moved, far more agile than any human or zombie she had ever seen.

Ryo continued, "Creepers are good too, but they only come out at night. I've always wondered where they hide during the day." He took a long drag from his cigarette, his mind clearly lingering on that thought. "They've gotta have some place they go, right? But wherever it is, it's like they disappear without a trace when the sun's up."

Sachiko shivered slightly, not entirely from the cold but from the eerie thought of Creepers hiding somewhere in the shadows during the day. The way Ryo spoke about them so casually, as if they were his allies, made her uneasy, but she couldn't deny how useful they had been in keeping them safe.

Ryo's focus shifted back to his plan. "The Striders though, they're perfect. We'll need them if we ever come across something like what we saw in the mall today. I'm not risking your life, or mine, to some unknown threat. With a truck, a few Striders, and some proper supplies, we'll be prepared for anything."

Sachiko, still processing the idea of traveling with Striders, felt a strange mix of fear and relief. The thought of them being used as protection, along with Ryo's command over them, made her feel more secure—but also more aware of how different life had become.

Ryo took a long sip of his beer, his eyes fixed on Sachiko as she stood there, waiting for something. The room was filled with a tense silence, one that Sachiko couldn't quite place but felt crawling under her skin. She knew what was coming, and part of her—an odd, inexplicable part—longed for it.

"Come here," Ryo said, his voice calm but laced with authority.

Sachiko hurried over, not wanting to delay. She stood next to him, unsure of what to do, her heart racing in anticipation. Ryo looked at her for a moment, then sighed, clearly irritated by her hesitation.

"I told you to sit," Ryo said, his tone firmer this time.

Still standing, she fumbled for words, but before she could explain, Ryo grabbed her hair, pulling her down to his side in one swift motion. The sudden pain shot through her scalp, but instead of fear or discomfort, a strange happiness surged through her. She didn't know why. She couldn't explain it. But whenever he exerted control over her like this, it was as if something inside her came alive. seaʀᴄh thё Novelƒire(.)ne*t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

Ryo smirked, noticing the odd look on her face. "You're really weird, huh?" he said, his voice low and teasing. "You like it when I grab your hair, don't you?"

Sachiko's face flushed with embarrassment, but she couldn't deny it. Something about the way Ryo treated her, the dominance he exerted, made her feel more alive than she had felt in years. She bit her lip and nodded slowly, not trusting her voice to speak the truth aloud.

Ryo laughed softly, leaning in close. "I knew it," he said, his hand still gripping her hair but loosening just enough to be gentle. "You're mine, aren't you?"

Sachiko looked up at him, her heart racing, and nodded again. The intensity of his gaze sent shivers down her spine, and though she didn't understand this side of herself, she accepted it—because resisting Ryo felt impossible.

Ryo stood up, his movements deliberate and commanding, Ryo unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants, his movements deliberate and unhurried. He pushed his pants down just enough to reveal his erect penis, thick and long, standing proudly before her.

Ryo looked at Sachiko with a raised eyebrow. "Kneel," he said, his tone leaving no room for argument.

Sachiko, her heart pounding, knelt before Ryo, his commanding presence filling the room. He stood before her, his pants around his ankles, his erect penis jutting proudly. She reached out, her fingers wrapping around his shaft, feeling the heat and hardness of his length.

Ryo's breath hitched as she began to stroke him, her touch tentative yet eager. He closed his eyes, his head tilting back slightly, savoring the sensation. Sachiko's gaze traveled up his body, taking in his defined muscles and taut abdomen.

"Go on," he urged, his voice hoarse with desire. "Take it into your mouth."

With a gentle nudge, Ryo urged her forward, guiding her mouth towards his cock. Sachiko leaned in, her lips parting to accept him. She took the head of his penis into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the sensitive tip, eliciting a low groan from Ryo.

He placed his hand on the back of her head, encouraging her to take more. Sachiko relaxed her throat, allowing his length to slide deeper, her nose nuzzling his pubic hair. Ryo's breath quickened, his hips thrusting gently, urging her on.

She sucked and licked, her mouth working in a rhythmic motion, her saliva coating his shaft. Ryo's hand tightened in her hair, his grip firm but not painful. He guided her head, setting the pace, his moans filling the room.

Sachiko's mouth stretched to accommodate his girth, her lips forming a tight seal around him. She could feel his cock twitching, his balls drawing up as he neared his climax. Ryo's breath grew ragged, his body tensing.

As Ryo's climax approached, his grip on her hair tightened, holding her in place. Sachiko's eyes widened as she felt the first spurt of his warm semen filling her mouth. She tried to pull back, but Ryo's grip on her hair was firm, his voice low and commanding.

"Swallow it all, Sachiko," he said, his breath ragged. "Take every drop."

Sachiko, her body trembling, obeyed, swallowing his release. She could feel the thick fluid sliding down her throat, the taste of him lingering on her tongue. Ryo's grip on her hair relaxed, his breath coming in short gasps as he savored the sensation.

Sachiko, on her knees, had already surrendered herself completely. The intimate act they had shared was more than just physical; it was a testament to the depth of her submission and desire. As she swallowed, she could feel the weight of the moment, a tangible proof of her complete devotion and Ryo's dominance over her.

Sachiko smiled, her heart fluttering in her chest. She knew that with Ryo, she would experience things she had never dreamed of, and she was ready to embrace the unknown, to surrender herself completely to the man who had claimed her body, her heart, and her soul.

( End of Chapter 119 )