Lust System: Harem In Two Different Timelines-Chapter 57: Vampire?

600 liters of gasoline, based on the current electricity consumption, would likely last no more than two or three days.

If Yasin were to shut down the surveillance and defense systems, it might stretch to a week.

However, considering the group of survivors inside the safe house, Yasin had no intention of disabling the monitoring or security systems.

This amount of fuel was still insufficient.

"Yasin! The power’s back! Are you alright?" Vivian Sinclair’s worried voice crackled through the walkie-talkie.

"I’m fine. The generator ran out of diesel. I need to go out and find more. You go to the security room and keep an eye on the surveillance. Watch those people in the safe house. Wait for me to return."

Yasin picked up the walkie-talkie and gave Vivian his orders.

"Understood!"

After switching off the device, Yasin stored two fuel drums inside the Dimensional Cube.

The simplest and most direct way to obtain diesel would be to siphon it from the tanks of diesel vehicles on the road. However, this wasn’t a sustainable solution, there weren’t many such vehicles left.

Another, more complicated method was to transport it from the Second World. The Second World was an orderly society where, as long as one had money, they could buy as much diesel as needed without much effort.

But this was only possible if Yasin had enough USD to bring the diesel into this world.

Right now, Vivian Sinclair from the post-apocalyptic world had already submitted completely to Yasin, lying beneath him in total surrender.

The next step was to conquer her counterpart from the Second World, Vivian Sinclair.

But that could wait. The immediate priority was to check on Lena Whitmore. Yasin had left her with only a piece of bread and a small amount of water. Now, after two full days and nights, if he didn’t go to her soon, the poor beauty might die of thirst!

Yasin strode out of the generator room, ready to leave, when he suddenly remembered the mutated baby girl he had locked in the side chamber some time ago. He had no idea what had become of her.

Drawing his pistol, Yasin cautiously opened the side chamber’s door.

The moment the mutated infant appeared, his pupils contracted sharply.

He had assumed the baby would have starved to death without food or water.

Yet, instead, the infant was completely wrapped in translucent silk threads, curled up motionless in the corner like a cocoon.

"Still alive?!" Yasin’s eyes widened in shock. This creature defied all his understanding of life.

If such a being possessed intelligence, it could evolve into something far superior to humans—perhaps even surpassing them entirely.

Yasin kept his gun trained on the baby’s head. A single pull of the trigger would blow her brains out.

But after a long pause, he ultimately didn’t fire.

This infant was clearly not ordinary. She might even hold secrets about the apocalypse.

Besides, she didn’t seem to pose any immediate threat.

Holstering his pistol, Yasin retrieved a piece of beef from his spatial storage and placed it beside the cocoon.

As if sensing the food, the silken threads slowly parted, and the infant reached out a tiny hand, grabbing the steak. She opened her mouth, revealing small but sharp fangs, and bit into the meat.

However, to Yasin’s surprise, she didn’t eat the steak. Instead, her tongue flicked out, lapping at the blood clinging to the meat.

"What the...?" Yasin stared at the baby’s pointed fangs, suddenly recalling vampires from old movies.

"Does she not eat normal food? Does she survive on blood?" Frowning, Yasin studied the mutated infant more closely. The more he looked, the more she resembled a vampire.

Putting away his gun, Yasin watched as the baby gazed up at him with hopeful eyes. After a moment of contemplation, he turned and shut the door.

It was a little past 10 AM, and the weather was clear, the sun’s scorching rays beating down on the earth. A few scattered zombies wandered the streets.

Yasin climbed over the estate’s wall and made his way down the road until he found a truck. Using his sword, he punctured a hole in the fuel tank, allowing the diesel to drain into his container.

He repeated this with seven more trucks before finally filling both drums.

Thankfully, the Two-Worlds King System included the Dimensional Cube, which allowed for infinite storage. Otherwise, Yasin wouldn’t have known how to haul all that fuel back.

Once the diesel was secured, Yasin hurried back to his villa.

"Master! You’re back!"

The moment Yasin stepped into the bedroom, a weak but delighted voice called out.

The sound of chains rattling followed.

Lena Whitmore crouched on the floor, completely naked, her snow-white ass raised high like a bitch in heat. Her eyes, filled with pitiful longing, locked onto Yasin.

Yasin glanced at the floor.

The bread and water he had left behind before leaving were now gone, clearly consumed by Lena. This pleased him greatly.

At the very least, it proved that his training plan had taken another step forward.

Lena Whitmore’s haggard face and parched lips made it obvious that she was at the brink of starvation and thirst.

"Master! Your little bitch missed you so much! She wants to be fucked by you!"

Lena Whitmore licked her dry lips, then stretched out her handcuffed arms to clutch Yasin’s foot. She extended her tongue and began gently licking his calf.

"Good!" Lena’s transformation filled Yasin with immense satisfaction.

No matter what Lena truly thought inside, at least on the surface, she had abandoned all dignity, humbling herself like a bitch desperate to please him.

This was already significant progress.

Casually unlocking the handcuffs on Lena’s wrists, Yasin gently patted her hair as she gazed up at him with fawning obedience.

"Good. Two days and nights without food or water. You must be starving and parched, aren’t you?"

Lena was already unbearably thirsty, her mouth bone-dry, and her stomach completely empty. The torment of hunger and thirst had filled her with desperate longing for food and water.

"Yes, Master! Your slutty bitch begs you to reward her with just a little water and food!"

Lena Whitmore knelt pitifully on the floor, her delicate, snow-white ass raised high as she swayed it slightly, her face full of pleading as she looked up at Yasin.

Seeing the internationally renowned superstar Lena Whitmore completely naked, kneeling between his legs, staring up at him with desperate submission, Yasin felt an overwhelming sense of fulfillment.

The feeling of conquering a woman who was the object of countless people’s fantasies was indescribably intoxicating!

But this wasn’t enough.

Not enough to satisfy Yasin’s desire to dominate Lena Whitmore.

Not enough to satiate the darkness in his heart.

And certainly not enough to achieve his ultimate goal of training her.

With a sharp click, the Armani belt around Yasin’s waist came undone, his pants sliding silently to the floor. His thick, erect cock stood proudly before Lena’s eyes.

"You’ve been very obedient today, and your Master is somewhat pleased with you. So now, I’ll reward you with my cum."

"But if you want to taste your Master’s precious seed, you’ll have to make good use of your mouth and tongue."

Yasin roughly groped Lena’s pert breasts.

Lena Whitmore bit her lip subtly, swirling her tongue inside her mouth to moisten it as much as possible. Then, she reached out, wrapped her fingers around Yasin’s cock, and parted her lips, taking his length into her mouth with greedy suction.

Schlick~

This time, Lena’s technique had improved significantly. Not only did she suck with just the right pressure, but she also coiled her soft, agile tongue around the head of his cock, swirling it skillfully.

On top of that, she occasionally licked at his balls like a bitch in heat, drawing soft moans of pleasure from Yasin.

He could feel Lena’s desperation and her eagerness to please him.

But even this wasn’t enough to satisfy him.

Reaching out casually, Yasin retrieved a whip from the Dimensional Cube and brought it down hard on Lena’s upturned, snow-white ass.

"Bitch! Do you really think sucking at this shallow depth will earn you your Master’s reward?"

"Ah! ~~ Mmmph! ~~ Master! Your bitch ~~ Mmmph! ~~ Please, please give me your cum! ~~ Mmmph! ~~ Master! ~~ Your bitch begs you to shoot all your cum into my mouth! ~~ Mmmph! ~~ Your bitch wants to drink your seed so badly! ~~"

Lena let out a cry of pain before redoubling her efforts, sucking Yasin’s cock with even greater fervor. Her left hand, stroking his shaft, moved faster and more desperately.

Her mouth worked harder, taking him deeper with each bob of her head.

Suppressing the gagging reflex as his cock pushed into her throat, Lena clenched her eyes shut and forced Yasin’s length deeper into the tight passage of her esophagus.

The intense sensation of being deepthroated, combined with the dark thrill of conquest, surged through Yasin in relentless waves.

Watching the once-proud, glamorous beauty beneath him, now begging desperately for his cum while greedily sucking his cock, Yasin’s twisted desires were immensely gratified.

The pleasure building in his cock grew stronger with Lena’s increasingly vigorous sucking and stroking, the tightness of her throat and the spasming swallow motions pushing him rapidly toward climax.

As his balls tightened, Yasin knew he was about to reach his peak. He seized Lena’s hair and shoved his cock deep into her throat. Then, with a final thrust, his cock pulsed violently, and hot ropes of cum surged forth!

Lena sucked frantically at Yasin’s twitching cock while greedily swallowing every drop of his thick, salty release.