Lust System: Harem In Two Different Timelines-Chapter 58: Uncertain Of Lena

Perhaps, at first, Lena had only forced herself to pretend to enjoy Yasin’s company, the man she once looked down upon.

But as time passed, even Lena herself began to question whether she had developed genuine feelings for him. She told herself that the intensity of their connection, the way he challenged her, pushed her beyond her comfort zone was something she had secretly craved.

Maybe deep down, everyone had a hidden desire to surrender control.

Women, were complex creatures capable of both fierce independence and deep emotional dependence. The more a woman valued her autonomy, the more profound the shift when she chose to yield it.

Life was unpredictable, and sometimes, the only way to navigate its chaos was to adapt. To find solace in the unexpected.

That was how people survived.

In his past, Yasin had always been observant of human nature. He understood the delicate balance between resistance and surrender, how emotions could shift under the right circumstances.

Now, in this harsh new world, survival demanded a different kind of strength one that wasn’t bound by old rules.

Watching Lena, Yasin considered his next steps carefully. He handed her a bottle of water and a pack of biscuits, a small reward for her loyalty.

"You’ve done well," he said, stretching out on the bed. "I could use some rest. A massage would help."

Lena nodded eagerly, setting aside the food and moving to his side. Her hands, skilled from years of self-care, worked expertly over his muscles, her touch firm yet soothing.

As he relaxed under her ministrations, Yasin contemplated the future and the role she would play in it.

Current Lena, though appearing as obedient and docile as a bitch in heat, still left Yasin uncertain of what truly went on in her mind.

His enslavement and conditioning tactics undoubtedly planted seeds of hatred within Lena. Moreover, Yasin had killed her husband, Jack Coleman. No matter what, Lena would remember this act of vengeance after all, they had been newlyweds. Even if their union had been one of convenience, there must have been some affection between them.

In her current circumstances, Lena might suppress her dignity and submit to Yasin purely for survival. But if he were to grant her freedom, would she seize the chance to escape his control or worse, seek revenge?

All of this remained uncertain.

Thus, Yasin had no intention of taking Lena out of this place to live with the others at the estate. If he wanted to condition her into absolute submission, more effort was needed.

According to Yasin’s training goals, he needed to instill in Lena an instinctive fear and dependence on him. He wanted her to gradually, subconsciously accept him as her rightful master and sole reliance. Only then would it be safe to bring her to the estate as his sex slave.

Then there was the matter of Vivian Sinclair. Yasin needed to find a way to make Vivian accept his demand to have both her and Lena serve him together in bed.

After some thought, Yasin decided to keep Lena Whitmore confined to this villa for now. Her conditioning had only just begun. As for Vivian Sinclair, he would need to carefully test the waters, slowly making her accept Lena as a rival.

With this in mind, Yasin picked up a whip and lashed it hard across Lena’s upturned, pink ass.

"Ah!"

The sharp "Crack!" of the whip was followed by Lena’s pained moan. Tears welled in her eyes as she turned to look at Yasin in fear, immediately dropping to her knees.

"Insolence! Do you know what you did wrong?" Yasin demanded coldly.

"This lowly slave didn’t hold still... didn’t please Master properly... This slave deserves death!" Lena trembled, her voice quivering as she knelt on the floor.

"Crack!"

Another strike of the whip, this time landing directly on Lena’s chest.

"Wrong! Think harder!" Yasin snapped.

"This slave... wasn’t slutty enough... wasn’t lewd enough... This slave will work harder to please Master..." Lena shivered uncontrollably, her face pale with terror, looking up at Yasin like a frightened bitch, pitiful and pleading.

"Crack!"

Yasin mercilessly whipped her nipple.

"Do you think my cock is something you can just suck whenever you feel like it?"

His voice was filled with fury as he glared down at her. "You fucking bitch! You dared to sneak a taste under the pretense of a massage! Tell me, do you deserve this punishment?" freewёbnoνel.com

With that, he struck her other nipple.

This was a completely fabricated accusation, Lena’s performance had actually pleased Yasin greatly.

This was a completely fabricated accusation, Lena’s performance had actually pleased Yasin greatly. But the more unreasonable and arbitrary his demands, the easier it was to control her. This was a technique Yasin had learned from PUA forums in his past life.

"This slave... understands her mistake... This slave won’t dare do it again!"

Lena had never expected that licking Yasin’s cock would anger him. She had assumed he enjoyed the sensation.

"Turn around!" Yasin barked, waving his hand impatiently.

Lena hurriedly obeyed, turning and presenting her plump, pink ass to him, her tight asshole and glistening pussy fully exposed.

Yasin raised the whip and brought it down hard on her cunt.

"Crack!"

Lena Whitmore let out a shrill cry of pain, her entire body shuddering violently.

"Starting today, you will learn to read my moods. I won’t spell out what I want, you will figure it out yourself. Use every trick you have to please me. If you do well, you’ll be rewarded. If you fail, prepare to be punished!"

Another sharp lash landed on her tender ass.

Forcing Lena to constantly analyze his expressions and actions, keeping her in a perpetual state of anxiety, was an effective method of control. Yasin had learned this from observing powerful leaders.

Many authority figures deliberately gave vague orders, forcing their subordinates to interpret their intentions. This wasn’t to test their competence, it was to condition them into becoming mental slaves.