Ryo's hand lingered on Sayako's soft, pale skin, his fingers lightly brushing over her firm butt. Her beauty was undeniable—flawless in a way no living human could replicate, with her smooth skin, hauntingly white eyes, and a presence that exuded both loyalty and quiet power. Ryo smirked as he traced his gaze over her figure. Sayako was his, and there was no one else who could touch her.
As his thoughts wandered, Ryo found himself considering Ken again. At first, Ken's behavior had revolted him—the way the man had built a harem of beautiful female zombies, all loyal and docile after his intimate acts with them. But over time, Ryo's disgust had mellowed into a kind of begrudging understanding.
