Chapter 142: Chapter 142: Silent Observations

Sachiko woke up early in the morning, sunlight streaming through the window, casting a soft glow across the room. She turned her head and saw Ryo sleeping peacefully beside her, his breathing steady. Just beyond him, standing silently in her usual place, was Sayako, the female zombie, still as a statue, her eyes closed in a kind of sleep.Ryo looked undisturbed, his body relaxed, but Sachiko's gaze lingered on Sayako. There was something about the zombie's presence that always fascinated her. She stretched and quietly slipped out of bed, careful not to wake Ryo, before walking over to the chair where her towel was draped.

Before heading to the shower, Sachiko paused, glancing back at Sayako. Her curiosity piqued once again. She had been meaning to study Sayako further, and now, with a moment of peace, it seemed like the perfect opportunity. Sachiko grabbed her smartphone from the bedside table, quickly unlocking it, and began recording Sayako.

The camera captured the female zombie standing still, her white eyes closed, her body unmoving except for the slight rise and fall of her chest. Sachiko zoomed in on the details—the pale skin, the smoothness of her hair, and the way Sayako seemed almost human, except for those eyes.

Her mind raced with questions. What made Sayako different? Was she aware of the world around her when she slept like this? And more importantly, why did she follow Ryo with such loyalty?

Sachiko quietly recorded for a few minutes, noting the zombie's peaceful state. Then, satisfied for now, she turned off the phone and set it aside. With a last glance at Sayako, Sachiko grabbed her towel and headed for the shower, her mind already planning what she would study next.

As the warm water cascaded over her, Sachiko couldn't help but feel a small flicker of curiosity. Where had Ryo gone last midnight? She had woken up briefly, noticing that he wasn't beside her, but quickly fell back asleep, knowing Sayako always followed him wherever he went.

It was one of the many strange dynamics that defined their current existence—Ryo's silent control over the zombies, particularly Sayako, who never left his side.

Sachiko leaned against the tiled wall, her brow furrowing in thought. There was an unsettling feeling creeping at the edges of her mind, but she dismissed it. **What could possibly happen?** she thought. The zombies outside were loyal to Ryo. Even the fast and powerful Striders, the brutish Brutes, and the ever-lurking Creepers seemed to obey his every command.

There was no real danger for him out there, not with an army of the undead at his beck and call.

Still, she couldn't shake the faint puzzle in her mind. **Where had he gone?** But in the end, she let it slide. Ryo was more than capable of handling himself, and whatever he did, there was always a purpose behind it. With a sigh, Sachiko let the water wash away her lingering thoughts, focusing on the comfort of the warm stream and the rhythm of the world around her.

Ryo stretched as he slowly sat up, rubbing the back of his neck. The bed felt colder without Sachiko beside him, and the faint sound of the shower running let him know where she was. He glanced around the room and spotted Sayako, the female zombie, standing in her usual spot. Her eerie, white eyes were closed as she stood there, motionless, in what could only be described as her version of sleep.

But something about her seemed different today. Ryo's gaze lingered on her for a moment longer, his eyes narrowing as he noticed how much her skin had improved again. Each time he was intimate with her, each time he ejaculated inside her, she seemed to heal more, as if absorbing something from him.

Her once pale, sickly appearance was now transforming into something that resembled the living more than the dead. Her skin was smoother, healthier, though still unnaturally pale.

Ryo leaned back against the bed, his thoughts drifting. **Could it be my seed?** The idea seemed ridiculous, but there was no denying that after each encounter with Sayako, she grew stronger, faster—something beyond what he had seen in other zombies. He couldn't help but think of that weirdo, Ken.

The man's obsession with female zombies had disgusted Ryo when they first met, but now, it seemed there might be more to it. Ken's female zombies, while healed and more agile than the usual ones, were nowhere near Sayako's level. They didn't possess the same strength, speed, or resilience.

Ryo frowned. **There's something unique about Sayako.** It wasn't just the physical improvements; it was the connection, the control he had over her. She obeyed him in a way that went beyond the usual loyalty of his undead army. Was it truly his seed that caused this? And if so, what did that mean?

The thought made Ryo's mind spin, but he wasn't one to dwell on mysteries for too long. He would figure it out, sooner or later. For now, he would just keep observing, experimenting.

Ryo tightened his grip on Sayako's hair, pulling her slightly closer to him. His voice was low, almost a growl, as he whispered, "You are mine, as long as I live." His hand moved possessively over her chest, feeling the cold, yet oddly firm skin beneath his touch. He didn't care what she was, human or zombie—what belonged to him was his.

Sayako didn't react, as always, simply standing there, obedient and still. But Ryo found some twisted comfort in that, knowing that she would never question or resist him. She was his in every sense, a loyal companion that would do anything he commanded.

With a final glance at Sayako, he left the room and headed to the bathroom, where the sound of running water told him Sachiko was finishing her shower. Ryo stepped inside without hesitation. Sachiko, surprised at first, turned to see him. Her eyes widened slightly, but a soft smile spread across her lips. She was used to his sudden, intense presence by now.

Without a word, Ryo grabbed her by the hair, tilting her head back as he leaned in, pressing his lips against hers in a rough, demanding kiss. The water from the shower splashed around them, but Sachiko didn't seem to care. The moment Ryo's hand tightened in her hair, that familiar feeling washed over her—the one she had grown to crave. Continue your story on M-V-L

He pulled away slightly, his lips brushing her ear as he whispered, "Remember, you are mine."

Sachiko smiled through the slight pain, her breath shaky but filled with excitement. She loved the way Ryo claimed her, the way he reminded her of who she belonged to. It hurt, but it was a hurt she welcomed, one that made her feel alive in this world of the dead.

Sachiko gazed at Ryo with a sense of longing and satisfaction in her eyes. The possessiveness in his touch, the way his hand gripped her hair, ignited something deep inside her. She loved it—every rough, demanding gesture. She didn't flinch or resist; instead, she let Ryo do as he pleased.

For Sachiko, these moments were the happiest. It was strange, even to her, how much she enjoyed it, how she craved the control he exerted over her. But in a world where everything had fallen apart, where death roamed the streets and the future seemed so bleak, this was the one thing that felt real to her—Ryo's dominance, his unspoken claim over her.

A soft smile played on her lips as she let herself melt into the moment, accepting the roughness as a sign of affection. Was she weird for loving it? Probably. But in this broken world, where normal no longer existed, who was to say what was right or wrong anymore? For Sachiko, being claimed by Ryo was enough. It made her feel safe, cherished in his own way, and for now, that was all she needed.

After that, Ryo and Sachiko continued their shower together. The water cascaded down their bodies, washing away the night before, though the intensity of their connection lingered in the air. Ryo's hands moved possessively over her, and Sachiko leaned into his touch, enjoying the warmth of the moment.

Neither of them spoke much, but there was an unspoken understanding between them. Sachiko felt a sense of contentment as Ryo rinsed her hair, the simple, intimate gesture making her feel more connected to him. In the silence of the morning, the chaos of the outside world seemed distant, and for now, they were simply together, sharing this moment as if it were a brief escape from the apocalypse.

When they finished, Sachiko wrapped a towel around herself and stepped out, glancing back at Ryo with a soft smile. He followed, towel draped over his shoulders, his eyes briefly meeting hers. There was no need for words—both knew that the world outside was waiting, but for now, this moment of quiet was theirs.

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