Lust System: Harem In Two Different Timelines-Chapter 36: Vivian Drunk

Yasin was in high spirits after securing the money.

To his surprise, Helen was incredibly wealthy. She had immediately handed over more than $30,000 in cash. With that kind of money, things were about to get much easier.

Without hesitation, Yasin dialed Sean's number.

"Hello? Who is this?" Sean's irritable voice crackled through the phone.

"Sean, come to my room now. We need to talk." With that, Yasin hung up.

Dealing with someone like Sean required a specific approach. You had to keep him under control by leveraging his weaknesses while continuously dangling benefits in front of him. Too much talking would only reveal vulnerabilities and give him room to maneuver.

After all, Sean was a professional trained by U.S. Special Forces. If it came down to wits, Yasin wasn't confident he could outmaneuver him.

Since Sean was on duty at the villa that night, he arrived quickly.

Knock, knock, knock...

Before long, Yasin heard a discreet rap at the door.

He opened it to find Sean standing there, posture stiff with forced respect. Without a word, Yasin handed him a bank card.

"Sean, withdraw all the cash from this card for me. And get me 200 rounds of M16 ammunition while you're at it."

"Master..." Sean's expression twisted in confusion. "Master... why do you need so many bullets? And... you don't have a firearms license. Taking my gun is illegal... Maybe you should just return it—"

Click.

The sound of the safety being flicked off cut him off. Yasin pressed the barrel of the gun against Sean's forehead, his voice icy.

"Sean, your job is to follow orders, not ask questions. Illegal? You know U.S. law better than that. If I pull this trigger right now, given my age and the fact that this is your gun, not only would I walk free, your family would pay the price."

"Yes, yes! Master! I'll do it right away!" Sean broke out in a cold sweat.

He never imagined that Adrian, who had always been cowardly and incompetent, would become so ruthless and decisive after experiencing this life-and-death disaster!

He just asked a question, but Adrian actually wanted to kill him!

What's even more damning is that what Adrian said was absolutely correct!

According to current U.S. law, killing by someone under the age of 12, including minors, is not illegal and will be protected by law!

In other words, Adrian could shoot him now, and not only would Adrian not have to go to jail, but the law would also protect Adrian's privacy, allowing him, the murderer, to live happily among the public and grow up healthily.

"Damn this Minor Protection Act!" Sean cursed inwardly, feeling Adrian's cold and terrifying gaze burning into his back. He quickened his pace and hurried downstairs.

He didn't dare spend another second near Adrian now. The boy radiated a chilling, predatory aura—being stared at by him felt like being targeted by a venomous snake, filling Sean with dread.

After Sean left, Yasin took a long, relaxing bath. In the apocalyptic world, such a luxury was unimaginable.

Over the past two days, Yasin had been drenched in sweat from evading zombies, and his body was slick with the remnants of pleasure from the women he'd been with. The hot water washed away the grime, leaving him utterly refreshed.

As Yasin lay on the bed, ready to drift into a peaceful sleep, the sound of a car pulling up outside the villa caught his attention. He checked his watch—it was past 11 PM. It had to be Harry and Vivian returning home.

Sure enough, moments later, he heard the servants greeting them and the click of high heels ascending the stairs.

Yasin's room was near the staircase on the second floor—normally the worst spot due to noise and lack of privacy. But for him now, it was perfect, allowing him to monitor the villa's comings and goings.

The footsteps paused briefly outside his door before continuing down the hall.

That had to be Vivian Sinclair.

Yasin didn't dwell on it. He pulled the covers over himself, mentally mapping out his next moves before finally letting sleep take him.

But just as he began to doze off, a faint noise at the door jolted him awake.

Someone was turning the knob.

Instinctively, Yasin's hand slid under the quilt, gripping the pistol hidden there.

The door creaked open, and in the dim light, a tall, long-haired figure slipped inside, moving with deliberate quietness. She closed the door carefully, her movements almost furtive.

The woman's silhouette was striking, voluptuous curves, cascading curls, and an elegant stature...

Before Yasin could speak, a soft, velvety voice whispered, "Adrian... are you asleep?"

Vivian Sinclair.

Yasin recognized her instantly. Though he hadn't interacted much with her in this timeline, he'd known every inch of her body intimately in the 1993 apocalypse.

Why was she here now?

Frowning, Yasin remained still as she approached, guided only by the faint moonlight filtering through the curtains.

The room was dark, and Vivian moved cautiously, her steps uncertain.

Yasin feigned sleep, curious about her intentions.

"Adrian?"

Vivian called again, softer this time. Satisfied that her son was asleep, she sighed and gently lifted the edge of Yasin's quilt, sliding in beside him.

Her body pressed lightly against his.

Vivian wore a loose, silky nightgown, her long hair fragrant from a recent shower. The scent of lavender and something faintly alcoholic lingered around her.

Even after washing up, the trace of alcohol on her breath was unmistakable.

His mother was drunk.

As Yasin debated how to handle this, Vivian's warm palm cupped his face, her fingers tracing his features with featherlight tenderness.

"Adrian... I'm so sorry..." she murmured, her voice thick with emotion. "Mom has failed you... But I can't tell anyone the truth about you..."

A tear splashed onto Yasin's cheek, startling him.

Vivian was crying.

When she mentioned Adrian's "truth," Yasin tensed, his pulse quickening.

But Vivian didn't elaborate. Instead, she shifted closer, wrapping her arms around him from behind.

The heat of her body seeped into his back, her full breasts pressing against him through the thin fabric of her nightgown.

This response is AI-generated, for reference only.