Lust System: Harem In Two Different Timelines-Chapter 47: My Body... Is Yours...

After turning on the power in the master bedroom, Yasin went to the monitoring room to pick up Vivian Sinclair and brought her to the master bedroom of the villa.

"Vivian, this will be our bedroom from now on! Everything here belongs to us," Yasin said excitedly.

As an ordinary person who had been used to a hard life, he naturally couldn’t help but feel thrilled when he suddenly owned such a luxurious villa. It was like a nouveau riche, eager to show off his wealth.

But Vivian Sinclair had long been accustomed to wealth and luxury and was no longer surprised by such things.

When she saw the lavish bedroom layout, Vivian didn’t react with astonishment. However, when she noticed the nude art paintings of actresses on the wall, her expression shifted slightly. She recognized most of the women depicted.

Some were famous Hollywood superstars, others were renowned supermodels in the fashion industry, and a few were even powerful women in politics. These individuals had all been playthings of that influential tycoon.

Vivian could imagine that, had the apocalypse not arrived, she might have eventually become one of those paintings—entering the sphere of those elites and gaining significant influence in the fashion world.

But now, none of that mattered.

Power and wealth paled in comparison to the man standing before her, who could protect her and give her happiness. She was even grateful for the end of the world, as it had allowed her to escape the cutthroat world of fame and fortune and meet the man she truly loved.

Vivian listened quietly as Yasin explained the bedroom’s layout, maintaining a polite smile.

This was her first time here.

This party had been a depraved gathering where the manor owner and his powerful associates selected their favorite actresses for entertainment. The manor itself was merely one of the unnamed tycoon’s private estates, designed to facilitate his indulgence with Hollywood’s most desirable women.

Vivian knew the owner possessed several more properties like this—he even owned his own private island.

If she had to guess, the helicopter that had picked up the man earlier would take him there. Even in the apocalypse, he would retain his influence, still holding power over the lives of countless people.

She had been fortunate enough to attend the party through a connection.

As a rising top supermodel, Vivian had naturally become a target for those powerful men. She was well aware of the unspoken rules of that world—if she wanted to establish herself, she had to accept its absurdities.

She hadn’t been an innocent lamb.

In fact, many called her a temptress.

But Vivian had never expected that she would be chosen by the manor’s owner. Originally, she might have entered this very room to serve that domineering man.

However, just as the party was ending, the zombie virus had erupted, plunging the scene into chaos. She had never made it into the boss’s bedroom to submit to his whims.

"I never imagined I’d end up in this room... But the man who brought me here is someone I truly love..." Vivian gazed at Yasin with affection, her heart fluttering like a startled deer as she watched his excited expression.

She didn’t know whether this was luck or misfortune.

Sometimes, she even felt a twisted gratitude toward the apocalypse.

"Vivian, there’s a bathroom here with a bathtub. I’ve connected the power to the bedroom, so you can take a comfortable hot bath now," Yasin said, leading her to the bathroom and gesturing inside.

Seeing the opulent golden bathtub, Vivian felt a slight tremor in her chest.

How long had it been since she’d had a proper bath?

The thought of what might happen next made her nervous.

"And you can change into fresh clothes. There are plenty of options here—pick whatever you like," Yasin said proudly, opening the door to the walk-in closet.

"Thank you... Yasin," Vivian murmured. "I never thought I’d survive... Not only did you keep me alive, but you gave me hope... Yasin... Thank you so much..."

Suddenly, she wrapped her arms around Yasin from behind, pressing her soft body against him. Her red lips brushed his cheek in a tender kiss.

"Yasin... I... I love you..."

Her voice, soft and trembling, whispered into his ear, sending a shiver down his spine.

I love you.

Those three words...

It might have been the first time in his life he’d heard them spoken so sincerely.

And the woman saying them was breathtaking—more stunning than any celebrity he’d ever admired. Those unreachable goddesses of his past couldn’t compare to Vivian.

Yasin had never imagined that in this life, someone would confess their love to him—let alone a woman like Vivian Sinclair, a world-class supermodel and the fantasy of millions.

But he could feel it—her love was genuine.

"Yasin... tonight... you can do whatever you want... my body... is yours..."

Her lips grazed his ear as she spoke, her voice trembling with desire.

Yasin felt like his whole body was softening.

Oh shit...

Why...

Do you feel like you are in love?

This feeling...

Why is it so happy...

Yasin’s face flushed red, and his whole body felt as if it was burning.

He turned around suddenly and wanted to hug Vivian Sinclair.

But Vivian was so cunning that she took a step back like a loach and avoided Yasin’s bear hug.

"Yasin... I mean tonight~~ It’s only three o’clock now, not night yet!~~ At night, my body will be yours~~~"

Vivian posed seductively, then swung her charming hips and ran to the bathroom: "Yasin, I need to take a good bath and make myself smell good, you are not allowed to peek~~~ If you touch me before dark, then my promise to you will be invalid!~~~"

As she spoke, Vivian gently closed the bathroom door, leaned against it with her back, and panted softly...

"I just said such obscene words~~~Oh~~~Do I really have to give myself to him tonight? We have only known each other for two days~~~~And, I feel so guilty~~~~"

Vivian muttered to herself and put her ear against the door, trying to eavesdrop on what was going on outside.

"This idiot actually didn’t come in! What a big idiot!" Vivian sighed in frustration.

She was still very conflicted, though she was extremely eager to devote her entire body to the man she loved.

To enjoy the comfort given to her by the man she deeply loved...

However, the guilt and shame in her heart made her feel afraid.

She actually hoped that Yasin could dominate her fiercely...

To not give her any chance to think!

Then...

To fuck her body hard...

To conquer every part of her body...

Imagining the feeling of being fucked hard by Yasin from behind, Vivian’s pussy started to overflow again...

Outside the door, Yasin was drooling as he listened to the sound of water splashing in the bathroom and Vivian’s graceful figure projected on the frosted glass.

What was even more outrageous was that Vivian was actually singing European and American country songs comfortably in the bathroom.

That graceful and charming voice, with a hint of gasps and groans, made Yasin feel like his whole body was on fire.

"I really want to secretly take a look at this girl taking a bath..."

Yasin swallowed hard, sneaked to the bathroom door, and gently pressed the doorknob, but it was locked.

This made Yasin feel a little disappointed.

Yasin pouted unhappily and was about to turn around and sit on the bed to rest for a while. At this moment, Vivian’s voice came from inside the door.

"Yasin... get me a bath towel... I got this bath towel wet..."

"Um?!!"

Yasin’s eyes suddenly lit up.

The opportunity had come!

Yasin took the towel from the table outside the bathroom and knocked on the door gently, his heart full of anticipation and hunger.

Though he had admired Vivian’s body for a long time and even had extremely intimate contact with her,

which man could ever get enough of such a beauty?

"Click!"

With the sound of the door opening, the mahogany bathroom door slowly swung ajar, and the scent of shampoo wafted out. The steaming hot air, thick with water vapor, blurred Yasin’s vision slightly.

A beautiful face peeked through the gap, a few strands of soft black hair slipping over Vivian’s shoulders, droplets of water glistening as they fell.

Vivian seemed to have just washed her hair—her locks were damp, her cheeks flushed, making her look especially enchanting. Yasin found himself staring, momentarily entranced.

"Come closer... How can I get it if you stand so far away..."

Vivian leaned forward, one hand covering her breasts while the other beckoned playfully. "Bad boy... hurry up..."

Yasin’s gaze lingered on her damp, glistening skin, his desire so intense he could barely contain himself.

This teasing glimpse, this maddening ambiguity—it was even more tantalizing than seeing her completely bare!

"Vivian... can... can I come in and shower with you?" Yasin asked, his voice thick with nervous longing.

"It’s only 3:15! Are you sure you want to come in?"

Vivian took a step forward, the towel slipping from her grasp. Her flawless figure flashed before his eyes for just a second before she smirked, amusement dancing in her gaze. "If you can handle it, I don’t mind you joining me."