Untouched by the Outbreak

Chapter 126: Chapter 126: The Perfect Subject

Explore more at мѵʟThe sun was setting as Ryo finally reached the outskirts of the town, casting long shadows over the abandoned buildings and streets. The eerie quiet was only disturbed by the occasional groan or shuffle from the zombies roaming aimlessly. He cut the engine of his scooter, letting the silence settle in around him as he observed the undead moving through the streets.

He scanned the area, his eyes narrowing as he studied the zombies. Most were just the usual—grey skin, black eyes, but physically intact. They moved with an unsettling stability, unlike the older, decayed versions from the beginning of the outbreak. Ryo had noticed that the zombies in his territory had changed over time. They were healing, their bodies regenerating in strange ways.

But now, he had something else in mind.

This wasn't just about survival or controlling them for protection anymore. This was about experimenting, pushing boundaries. And for that, he needed the right subject.

Ryo leaned against his scooter, his eyes following a group of zombies as they passed by. Most of them were male, slow-moving, unremarkable. He wasn't interested in them. His focus was on finding the perfect female specimen. If he was going to take the risk, he wanted it to be worth it. Unlike that pervert Ken, who didn't seem to care about what the zombies looked like, Ryo had standards.

His gaze locked onto one in the distance—a female zombie walking with a slow, almost deliberate pace. She was slim, her grey skin smooth and unblemished, her long, dark hair falling over her shoulders. Her clothes were torn but not filthy, suggesting she had been one of the lucky ones who hadn't been torn apart at the start of the outbreak. Even from where he stood, Ryo could see that she was intact.

Perfect.

Ryo smirked. He had no interest in ugly or broken zombies. If he was going to do this, he wanted one that was close to human in appearance. He didn't share Ken's twisted fascination, but there was something appealing about using these creatures in ways they weren't meant to be used. It was all just an experiment, after all.

He approached the zombie cautiously, his MP5 slung over his shoulder. She didn't react to his presence—none of them did. He reached out, grabbing her wrist to see if she would respond. Nothing. Her body was cold, but not like a corpse—just cool, like something lifeless that had been left in the shade too long.

Ryo studied her face. Her eyes were black pits, devoid of emotion, but her features were still intact, almost pretty in a strange, undead way. He let go of her wrist and took a step back, still thinking through the possibilities. If this experiment worked, it could be a game-changer.

He looked around, making sure no other zombies were too close before he made his decision. He wasn't going to take her back to his base—he didn't want Sachiko to see what he was planning. This experiment was something he would conduct alone, away from prying eyes.

There was an abandoned house nearby, its windows shattered and the door hanging on its hinges. That would do for now. He could use it as a temporary location to conduct his experiment without anyone knowing. If this worked, he might have discovered something even more powerful than his ability to command zombies.

Smirking to himself, Ryo grabbed the female zombie by the arm and began dragging her toward the house. She didn't resist, her body limp but moving as he guided her. Once they reached the door, he shoved it open and pulled her inside.

Ryo considered that it might be more prudent to clean the female zombie before proceeding with his experiment. He commanded her to stay put inside the abandoned house while he went out in

The lack of blood, a stark reminder of her undead state, only heightened the surreal nature of the encounter.

As he slowly pushed his penis into the zombie's pussy, Ryo felt a rush of sensations that were both familiar and uniquely bizarre. The tightness was there, a gripping sensation that clung to his shaft, but it was different from what he was used to.

There was a coldness, a lack of warmth that he associated with living flesh, and yet, the pussy's muscles still clenched and relaxed around him, a remnant of the body's former life.

The absence of any response from the zombie only served to intensify the experience. There were no moans, no signs of pleasure or discomfort, just a blank, expressionless face that stared vacantly ahead. It was as if Ryo were engaging in a solitary act, despite the physical intimacy, a surreal dance with a body that was alive in form but dead in spirit.

The sensation of his penis penetrating the zombie's pussy was a strange mix of pleasure and unease. The tight grip of her muscles provided a unique satisfaction, but the lack of any reciprocal feeling left him with a sense of isolation. It was as if he were lost in a void, a world where physical intimacy held no emotional connection.

Ryo's mind, unburdened by moral constraints or emotional attachments, focused solely on the task at hand. The sensation of penetration, a mix of pleasure and unease, merely served as a backdrop to his true objective—to observe and understand the potential consequences of his actions.

As he thrust into the female zombie's pussy, Ryo's eyes narrowed in concentration. He was not here for pleasure, at least not in the traditional sense. His goal was to gather data, to make observations, and to draw conclusions about the behavior and potential evolution of these undead creatures.

The lack of reciprocal feeling, which might have deterred others, only fueled Ryo's curiosity. It was as if he were studying a specimen in a laboratory, a unique opportunity to witness the unknown. The zombie's body, a vessel for his experiment, remained unresponsive, a blank canvas waiting to be painted with the results of his actions.

Ryo's body tensed as he reached his climax, his eyes fixed on the female zombie's pussy. With a powerful thrust, he released his seed, shooting wave after wave of semen deep into her. The force of his ejaculation was so strong that it seemed to shake the very foundations of the abandoned house.

As the last drop of his semen left his body, Ryo felt a peculiar sense of satisfaction. The experiment was complete, but the results remained uncertain. His primary goal had been to see if his interaction would trigger any form of mutation or evolution in the female zombie.

He had achieved his goal—to inseminate the female zombie with his seed. Now, the question remained: What would be the outcome of this unique experiment?

Ryo dragged the female zombie to her feet, examining her closely for any immediate changes. To his surprise, he found that none of his semen had leaked or appeared outside of female zombie pussy. The zombie's condition remained unchanged, devoid of any visible reaction or transformation. It was as if the act had no effect whatsoever, at least on a superficial level.

Frustrated but resolute, Ryo dressed the female zombie in her clothes again and commanded her to stay put in the room. The next phase of the experiment would be observation over time to determine if any subtle changes might occur.

With the immediate task complete, Ryo turned his attention to himself. He needed to clean up thoroughly before returning to Sachiko. He was acutely aware that he could not face her with any traces of his experiment on him. Ryo gathered the cleaning supplies he had brought earlier, taking a moment to scrub himself clean and ensure that every trace of the encounter was washed away.

Ryo made a mental vow as he cleaned himself. This female zombie, his first and last subject of such an intimate experiment, would remain unique in his eyes. He was eager to see if his actions had any impact on her, and if positive changes did occur, he was prepared to revisit the experiment, but only with this female zombie.

The prospect of naming her if she evolved or mutated intrigued him. It would symbolize her role in his experiments and signify any new potential she might represent. For now, he would wait and observe, hoping that his efforts might lead to some significant discovery.

Ryo mounted his scooter and headed back to his base. The day's events had left him with mixed feelings, but his focus remained clear. The experiment was just one step in his larger plan, and he was ready to see what the future held for both his zombie subjects and his own ambitions.