Lust System: Harem In Two Different Timelines-Chapter 59: Please, Help My Mom!!!

"Ah!~~~ This lowly servant understands!~~ This bitch knows her mistake!~~ This bitch will definitely do better next time to satisfy Master!~~~~"

Lena whimpered as she turned her head, her plump, snow-white ass raised in submission, biting her lip pitifully as she begged.

"Crack!" Yasin brought the whip down hard on Lena’s pink ass, reveling in her gasping moans of pain. He rolled over lazily, his voice dripping with arrogance as he commanded, "Continue serving your Master."

Seeing Yasin sprawl face-down on the bed, Lena hurriedly climbed up and began massaging his back with delicate hands.

Then, obediently, she extended her tongue, starting from the nape of Yasin’s neck, trailing down his spine, and moving lower toward his lower body.

Suddenly remembering Yasin’s previous order for her to lick and suck his anus, Lena eagerly buried her face between his cheeks, greedily taking his asshole into her mouth, swirling her tongue around it before alternating between his anus and his scrotum.

Her slick tongue and lips clung tightly as she sucked, the wet heat of her mouth sending waves of tingling pleasure through Yasin’s body.

It was pure ecstasy, making Yasin feel as if he were floating on clouds.

"Good girl," Yasin muttered, tossing a piece of bread onto the floor. "This is your reward. Keep going."

Encouraged by the treat, Lena redoubled her efforts, sliding down Yasin’s thighs before taking his toes into her mouth one by one.

Feeling Yasin’s gaze on her, Lena made sure to moan with exaggerated pleasure, her lips making wet, sucking sounds as she worshiped his feet.

Yasin groaned in satisfaction, watching Lena’s blissful expression as she serviced him.

This kind of imperial luxury... in this apocalyptic world, how many people could possibly enjoy something like this?

Yasin licked his lips, a smirk of excitement curling at the corners of his mouth.

If only he could have both Lena and Vivian Sinclair serving him at once... that would be even better.

And if little Melisa joined in, sucking his cock... now that would be heaven.

"BANG!!"

"BANG!!"

"BANGBANGBANG!!!"

A rapid series of gunshots suddenly rang out, shattering Yasin’s mood.

"Gunfire?!" Yasin bolted upright, hastily dressing with Lena’s help before yanking the curtains aside to peer down at the street below.

The undead, drawn by the noise, were shuffling en masse toward the east.

"Where the hell is that coming from?" Yasin narrowed his eyes, watching the horde move.

The shots weren’t too close, but not too far either somewhere within a hundred or two hundred meters.

That direction...

Wasn’t that where Gabrielle Olsen and Melisa’s villa was?

Yasin suddenly remembered the mother and daughter.

He hadn’t checked on them in over two days. Originally, he’d planned to let them starve for one more day before visiting that way, when he brought food, their gratitude would be even sweeter.

But now... had they grown desperate and tried to escape?

If so, things had just gotten messy.

If Gabrielle died, Yasin wouldn’t shed a tear.

He already had a stunning beauty like Lena as his submissive pet one more or one less middle-aged woman made no difference.

But if something happened to Melisa... that would be a real loss. The Melisa from 2006 is important.

He needed to get over there now and see what was going on.

Whether Gabrielle and Melisa had foolishly left the villa or someone had broken in, Yasin wouldn’t allow it.

Yasin quickly adjusted his clothes and snapped at Lena, "You’ve done well today, so I won’t cuff you. But the collar stays on, and you don’t leave this room."

"Of course, if you think you can survive out there on your own, feel free to run. But if you disobey me and fail to escape... well, you’re smart enough to imagine the punishment."

Without another word, Yasin strode out the door.

The gunfire would draw every zombie in the area if he didn’t hurry, even he might not be able to clean up the mess.

Meanwhile, in a villa not far from Yasin’s...

Gabrielle Olsen was barricaded inside a room, her back pressed against the wooden door as sweat poured down her forehead.

The hand gripping the gun trembled uncontrollably.

The moment she’d fired, she knew she was dead.

This was her first time facing the undead head-on, and she had no idea how they behaved.

She hadn’t known gunshots would attract them, summoning every zombie in the vicinity.

Now, she was trapped in this bedroom, surrounded by the guttural snarls of the undead.

And worst of all...

Even a shot to the heart didn’t kill them.

"Roar!~~~Roar!~~~Roar!~~~"

"Uh uh~~~Uh uh uh~~~~"

"Ho ho ho ho~~~~Ho ho~~~~"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

The sounds of zombies pounding on the wooden door and the violent shaking of the door made Gabrielle Olsen turn pale with fear. Her mind went blank, and she stood there in a panic, momentarily unsure of what to do.

She had once believed that she was not afraid of death at all.

When she had stepped out, she had even thought that the worst outcome would simply be death.

In an apocalypse like this, she had even felt that death might be more comfortable than living.

But now, hearing the horrific roars of the zombies outside the door and imagining those repulsive creatures feasting on human flesh, she suddenly felt terrified.

She didn’t want to die!

Now, she regretted it deeply.

Survival was such a blessing.

She still had a daughter!

She was still young...

She didn’t want to become zombie food, to be bitten to death!

This manner of dying was even more agonizing and horrifying than being sliced to pieces!

"God! Please save me! I don’t want to die! As long as I can live, I’ll do anything!"

Gabrielle Olsen collapsed to the ground, trembling as she began to pray.

Beads of sweat the size of peas slid continuously down her cheeks.

At this point, she had no idea what to do—the only thing left was to beg for divine intervention.

...

When Yasin stepped out of the villa, the streets were empty of zombies.

Only a few dozen stragglers emerged from the woods, still roaring as they rushed toward the source of the gunfire.

Outside a nearby villa, countless zombies had gathered.

Nearly a hundred of them loitered outside the villa walls alone!

Without even checking inside, Yasin knew this villa—he had been here before. The main door and all the room doors were wide open, the place thoroughly ransacked.

It wasn’t hard to imagine how dire the situation inside must be now.

At this moment, there had to be at least two hundred zombies both inside and outside the villa!

Whoever was trapped inside had almost no chance of survival in this situation!

If they fired another shot, they were as good as dead.

Even if they weren’t torn apart by the surging horde, they’d be trapped inside the villa and starve to death.

Yasin had no intention of taking such a risk against such a massive swarm.

What concerned him more now was whether Melisa was safe!

Yasin skirted around the zombie-infested villa and headed straight for the backyard of Melisa’s house.

The besieged villa wasn’t far from Melisa’s home. The gunshots had drawn nearly all the zombies from her vicinity toward the other villa.

Now, only a few stragglers remained near Melisa’s house.

After dispatching the slow-moving zombies, Yasin sprinted toward the wall and effortlessly scaled the not-too-tall barrier surrounding Melisa’s property.

Yasin’s physical condition now surpassed even his peak fitness during his military days.

With his experience in 400-meter obstacle courses, clearing a two- or three-meter wall was child’s play.

The moment his feet touched the backyard, a woman’s scream echoed from the neighboring villa, sending a fresh wave of unease through him.

"Knock knock knock!" Yasin pounded heavily on the back door of Melisa’s house.

Hearing no response from inside, he grew even more certain—the people trapped next door had to be Gabrielle and Melisa!

They must have run out of food, forcing Gabrielle to risk scavenging.

"We have to find a way to save them!"

Yasin hesitated for only a moment before turning to leave—but then, the back door suddenly clicked open, and Melisa’s petite figure flew into his arms like a gust of wind.

"Wuwuwu... Uncle! You’re finally here! Please! Please save my mom!! I’m begging you!!"

Seeing Melisa drop to her knees, sobbing as she clutched his legs, Yasin quickly crouched down and pulled her into a hug, speaking softly:

"Melisa, what happened? Tell me! I’ll find a way to help you!"

"Uncle... wuwuwu... We ran out of food... We were so hungry... Mom risked her life to find some... But the zombies attacked her... The gunshots just now were hers... Now, she’s trapped in the villa next door... There are zombies everywhere... Please... You have to save my mom!! Uncle! Please! I’ll kowtow to you!"

Between choked sobs, Melisa explained everything to Yasin.