Lust System: Harem In Two Different Timelines-Chapter 56: I Hope… He Still Remembers Us…

"Melisa, let’s split the remaining food in half and finish it. Tomorrow, Mommy will take your father’s gun and go out to find bread and noodles for you!"

Gabrielle Olsen made up her mind and divided the last few roots into two portions. She closed her eyes, grabbed one portion, and placed it in her mouth. Then, with great difficulty, she chewed a few times before taking a hard gulp of water, forcing the roots down her throat.

The bitter taste of the roots mirrored her desolate mood hopeless and bleak.

Seeing her mother eat the roots, Melisa obediently grabbed her share and stuffed them into her mouth. The roots were intensely bitter, carrying a strange grassy flavor that left her mouth dry and unpleasant. In the past, she would have spat them out immediately, followed by a haughty tantrum, swearing never to touch such garbage again.

But now, she ate them with relish.

The roots, washed down with water, eased the gnawing hunger in her stomach somewhat.

"Mom... do you think... that uncle will come back to find us? I think... he’s a good person, and he’s really strong. If we stayed with him, maybe we could survive properly..." Melisa looked at her mother with hopeful eyes.

"I don’t know... Maybe he’s already forgotten about us... Or maybe... like your father, he’s been eaten by zombies..." Gabrielle Olsen cast a distant glance at the moonlight outside the window, suddenly lost in thought.

Melisa wasn’t wrong, that man seemed like a decent person, and he appeared to be navigating this apocalyptic world with ease.

If he ever returned to their villa... perhaps...

She could ask him to stay...

At this thought, Gabrielle suddenly turned her guilt-ridden gaze toward the backyard.

That was where her deceased husband’s body lay buried.

"Forgive me... Ken... For our daughter’s sake... I know you’d understand..."

Gabrielle took a deep breath and silently whispered the words in her heart.

"No! Mom! I’m sure he’s not dead! He’ll definitely come back to see us!"

Melisa stared at her mother with stubborn determination.

"Melisa... if that uncle does come back to our villa, and I ask him to stay... would you object?" Gabrielle asked softly, her voice laced with guilt.

"Why would I?"

Melisa replied as if it were the most natural thing in the world. "He brought Dad’s body back to us, and he gave us food. He’s our savior and hasn’t shown us any harm. If he’s willing to stay and help us survive, that would be amazing!"

Gabrielle looked at her daughter’s eager face and sighed inwardly.

Yes.

Melisa was only twelve.

What did she understand?

She had no idea that letting that man stay would mean her mother betraying her father...

In this apocalyptic world, nothing was more precious than food. Food meant survival, and for survival, people could do anything.

Why would that man give them such valuable food for free?

What could she and her daughter possibly offer in return?

They had nothing!

Except...

Her own body...

Gabrielle Olsen took a deep breath and stood up, walking quietly to the backyard window. She stared at the mound of earth where her husband was buried, her heart heavy with conflicting emotions.

"I hope... he still remembers us..."

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The morning sunlight spilled through the villa’s floor-to-ceiling windows, its rays slipping past the curtains to illuminate Vivian Sinclair’s flawless nude body.

Vivian awoke slowly, her exhausted eyes fluttering open as she looked down at the man sleeping atop her chest, his face buried between her breasts. A faint, blissful smile curved her lips.

His massive, erect cock pressed against her ass, twitching slightly, sending tingling waves of pleasure through her.

Last night, Yasin had taken her three times.

He had been like a greedy child, endlessly playing with a new toy exploring every inch of her, inside and out, leaving no part untouched.

Vivian had given herself completely to the man lying atop her.

Even now, her body ached faintly.

Her chest, ass, stomach, thighs, and neck were all covered in love bites, his marks branding her like possessive strawberries.

The man she loved wasn’t faring much better.

His body was littered with her own kisses, and around his cock, she had left a ring of suction marks.

The floor and bed were strewn with sex toys.

Remembering last night’s wild passion, Vivian let out a blissful moan.

Though she was sore and exhausted, the memories were intoxicating.

Last night, she had been lost in the throes of pleasure, her entire body floating in ecstasy, as if drifting through clouds.

She loved this feeling.

It was addictive, impossible to resist.

Gritting her teeth against the lingering soreness in her pussy and asshole, Vivian struggled to sit up. Then, arching her back, she lowered herself back onto Yasin’s body, her plump ass raised enticingly. Gently parting her lips, she extended her soft, pink tongue and took his hard cock into her mouth.

"Ahhh~~~~"

Yasin let out a pleasured moan, his eyes fluttering open to the sight of a plump, alluring pink ass swaying enticingly before him.

The delicate, adorable little anus quivered slightly, as if beckoning Yasin’s cock. And beneath it, the tender, succulent pussy glistened, dripping with arousal, its dewy folds shimmering under the sunlight, so enticing that he couldn’t resist the urge to sink his teeth into it.

Suppressing the impulse to bury his face in Vivian Sinclair’s dripping slit, Yasin glanced at the array of sex toys scattered on the floor—vibrators, candles, whips, butt plugs, nipple clamps—remnants of last night’s debauchery.

Just recalling everything he had done to Vivian the night before sent waves of satisfaction coursing through him.

An overwhelming sense of conquest surged in his chest.

The memories of their wild passion, of Vivian writhing beneath him, begging for mercy with wanton moans, filled Yasin with an indescribable thrill.

At thirty years old, he had never experienced such intoxicating, unrestrained sex before.

This feeling—it was like an addictive drug, impossible to resist!

As the pleasure of his cock being licked and sucked, along with the tingling sensation of a tongue teasing his shaft, sent shivers through him, Yasin gave Vivian’s plump ass a light slap before spreading her cheeks and burying his tongue deep into her dripping pussy.

"Sluuurp~~~~"

The lewd, wet sound echoed as Vivian arched her back, letting out a sultry moan.

"Ride me! Let me fuck that tight little pussy again!"

Yasin’s desire flared even hotter. Sex with a stunning beauty like Vivian was utterly addictive, he wanted to fuck her until he was completely drained, until he had nothing left to give!

"Smack!~~"

Vivian pressed her soaked, plump pussy against Yasin’s chest, sliding down until the tip of his cock brushed against her entrance.

But just as they were about to join, the bedside lamp flickered, then went out.

The air conditioner let out a sharp "beep" as it shut off abruptly.

"What’s going on?" Yasin frowned, standing up to flick the light switch.

The luxurious crystal chandelier remained dark.

"I think the power’s out..." Vivian guessed. "We had both the surveillance room and the master bedroom running last night. The diesel in the generator’s fuel tank might be empty."

"Mmm." Yasin nodded. That was the most likely explanation.

The generator hadn’t had much diesel left to begin with, and after a whole night of heavy usage, it made sense that it had run dry.

But that didn’t rule out the possibility that someone had deliberately cut the power.

The survivors he’d seen on the surveillance feed flashed through Yasin’s mind.

They had looked haggard, their supplies likely running low. Desperate, they might have risked leaving their safe house.

"Vivian, stay here. I’ll check outside." Yasin rolled out of bed, quickly dressed, grabbed his pistol, and stepped out through the reinforced door.

After being cleared out, the villa had grown eerily silent.

The vast, sprawling mansion was now enveloped in a deathly stillness.

Even the flies that had been feasting on the rotting corpses had ceased their buzzing, resting motionless on the decaying flesh.

Every step Yasin took sent swarms of flies scattering into the air. The dim hallway, littered with corpses and swarming insects, was unnervingly macabre.

Yasin headed straight for the security room, testing the light switch to confirm the power outage. After ensuring no one had tampered with the backup power line, he followed the rope he’d previously tied and climbed down to the backyard.

The power room’s valve was still open. Confirming no one had entered, Yasin checked the generator.

Sure enough, the diesel was completely depleted.

If they wanted electricity back, they’d need to refuel it.

The generator was massive, capable of holding roughly 500 to 700 liters of diesel.

Luckily, Yasin found two large reserve barrels beside it each containing 300 liters, enough to fill the generator nearly to capacity.

After pouring both barrels into the generator, Yasin restarted it. The engine roared to life, and soon, power was restored.