Untouched by the Outbreak

Yumi stirred first, her fingers brushing against his chest as she shifted closer, her sleepy murmur barely audible. Sachiko followed, her hand tightening possessively around his arm as her lips pressed gently against his shoulder. Ryo glanced between them, his smirk growing into a knowing grin. These women, his women, were bound to him completely—mind, body, and soul.

The momentary peace of the morning was interrupted by a faint groan from outside the bedroom window. The sound pulled Ryo\'s attention, his senses instantly alert. He didn\'t need to look to know that the zombies stationed around the base were beginning their early patrols, their presence a constant reminder of the world beyond these walls.

He gently disentangled himself from the sleeping women, their warmth lingering on his skin as he rose from the bed. Stepping to the window, Ryo peered out at the street below. His loyal horde of undead stood watch, their movements methodical as they guarded the perimeter. Even in their mindless state, they obeyed his will without hesitation.

Turning back to the bed, Ryo took in the sight of Yumi and Sachiko still resting, their bare forms illuminated by the soft morning light. He felt a flicker of something he rarely allowed himself to acknowledge—a sense of pride, of satisfaction not just in his dominance but in their trust and loyalty.

Pulling on a pair of pants, Ryo moved silently to the door, leaving them to sleep. There was work to be done, plans to solidify, and a world still waiting to be conquered. Yet, as he stepped into the hallway, he couldn\'t suppress the small smirk that lingered on his lips.

They were his—completely his.

Ryo stepped away from the window, his fleeting smile fading as his usual serious demeanor returned. Indulging in softness was not his style—it was a luxury he could neither afford nor fully embrace. With a glance back at the sleeping forms of Yumi and Sachiko, he dressed quickly and headed outside.

The second base, now complete, was a fortress in its own right. The sprawling house stood as a testament to his meticulous planning and his undead army\'s unwavering loyalty. Every brick and beam served its purpose: protection, survival, and dominion.

Stepping onto the porch, Ryo surveyed the area. The zombies patrolling the grounds moved with a purpose born of his influence. Striders stood near the perimeter, their movements agile and alert as they scouted the surrounding area. The Brutes—towering and imposing—stood like sentinels, a living wall of defense that no intruder could hope to breach.

But something was missing. The Creepers.

The first mutant horde to bow to him, the Creepers were unlike any of the others. Cunning, fast, and elusive, they were once the most dangerous of the mutants. That day, when they first submitted to his power, marked a turning point in his journey—a moment that solidified his dominion.

Now, their absence was noticeable. It had been weeks, maybe even months, since he last saw them. Their nocturnal habits made it difficult to track them, and Ryo\'s recent preference for early rest kept him from encountering them. But their loyalty was undeniable; they would never dare to abandon him.

Perhaps it\'s time to reestablish that connection, Ryo thought. The Creepers were his first victory, his first proof that even the most feral could be subdued. If there was anything to be gained from their abilities, he needed to rediscover it.

Ryo walked among the ranks of his Striders and Brutes, their presence as reassuring as ever. The zombies instinctively parted, giving him space as he strode toward the outermost perimeter of his base. The air was crisp, the morning sun just beginning to rise over the distant hills.

Standing there, Ryo considered his options. Should he begin patrolling at night again? The Creepers would reveal themselves eventually, but waiting wasn\'t his style. A plan began to form in his mind—a way to draw them back to him, to remind them of his power.

He smirked to himself. If the Creepers returned, they would bring with them not just loyalty but also the edge he sought to further fortify his growing empire. For now, though, he turned back to his base, his mind already calculating his next move. His dominion was vast, but it could always expand further.

And it would.

Ryo\'s gaze shifted subtly as he noticed her presence. Sayako.

The only female zombie who trailed him wherever he went, as though tethered to him by an unseen bond. Her pale, unblemished skin and stark white eyes made her stand out even among the most formidable of his creations. She wasn\'t like the others—she never lingered among the hordes or blended with the rest of his undead army. Sayako was different, stronger, faster, and far more loyal.

She followed him silently, her movements fluid and eerily graceful, always keeping a respectful distance. But it was her unwavering presence that intrigued him most. At night, she didn\'t sleep in the bed with him, Sachiko, or Yumi. Instead, she curled up on the cushion next to the bed, as if guarding him even in his most vulnerable state.

Ryo smirked, a flicker of amusement crossing his otherwise stoic expression. Sayako was unique in more ways than one. She could dodge a Creeper\'s relentless attacks, outmaneuver a Strider\'s speed, and overpower a Brute without breaking a sweat. No other zombie, mutant or not, could match her agility, strength, or sheer endurance. She was his most dangerous creation, and yet she was utterly devoted to him.

But what truly set her apart was the secret only Ryo knew. He had claimed her, just as he had claimed Sachiko and Yumi.

The difference was that Sayako wasn\'t human. Every time Ryo released inside her, she grew more powerful. Her agility sharpened, her strength multiplied, and her connection to him deepened. But it came with a price—or perhaps a reward. With each intimate act, Sayako became more clingy, following him even closer, her loyalty evolving into something almost obsessive.

Ryo found it amusing. It wasn\'t as though she could speak or express her feelings in words. Yet her actions spoke volumes. The way she lingered near him, her uncanny ability to sense his moods, and her relentless devotion were all signs of her transformation.

"Stronger, faster, and mine," Ryo muttered under his breath as he walked past her, smirking at the thought.

Sayako tilted her head slightly, as if she understood his words. Perhaps she did.

No one else knew of her growing power or the bond they shared. To his army, she was just another powerful ally. To him, she was proof of his dominion—not just over the living, but over death itself. Ryo glanced back at her one last time before continuing his patrol. Sayako followed, as always, silent and unwavering. Explore more adventures at empire

Ryo paused in his steps and turned toward Sayako, his sharp gaze locking onto her delicate, pale features. Her lips, slightly parted, were smooth and unblemished, devoid of any of the decay one might expect from her kind. She stood still, her expression blank but obedient, waiting for his next move as she always did.

A curious thought crossed Ryo\'s mind. He leaned closer, tilting her chin up with a single finger. Her white eyes, devoid of emotion yet somehow full of unwavering loyalty, stared back at him. Slowly, he opened her mouth, inspecting it carefully.

He inhaled deeply, testing for any unpleasant odor. To his surprise, there was none. No rot, no stench—nothing that hinted at her undead nature. Instead, she was...perfect. More perfect than he had expected.

"Hmph. Interesting," he muttered to himself, his curiosity growing.

Driven by an impulse he didn\'t fully understand, Ryo leaned in further. His lips brushed against hers lightly at first, testing the waters. Then, emboldened by her lack of resistance, he pressed deeper into the kiss.

The taste shocked him. It wasn\'t metallic or bitter like he might have expected. Instead, it was sweet, almost intoxicating. A flavor unlike anything he\'d experienced before.

For a moment, he lingered there, savoring the sensation. Sayako, true to her nature, remained still but compliant, allowing him to explore at his leisure. It was as if she existed solely for him, responding only to his desires and commands.

When he finally pulled away, Ryo\'s smirk returned, sharper and more confident.

"You really are something else, Sayako," he murmured, brushing a thumb across her pale cheek.

Her head tilted slightly, as though acknowledging his words in her silent, eerie way.

Ryo turned away, his mind already racing with thoughts of her continued evolution. Whatever Sayako was becoming, he had no intention of stopping it. She was his—fully, completely, and irrevocably. And now, she tasted as sweet as victory itself.