"Bang!" With a sudden, forceful kick, Yasin slammed his foot against the wooden door.
Unlike the sturdy doors used by the Brant family, this one wasn't built to withstand much force. With one full-strength kick, Yasin sent the door flying open, revealing a scandalous scene inside.
A breathtakingly explicit display of passion unfolded before his eyes.
The maid, Sherry, was sprawled across the bed, her snow-white, perky backside raised high in the air. Her enormous breasts swayed wildly as she moaned in pleasure, her mouth muffled by a hand.
Meanwhile, the head of security, Jack, thrust relentlessly with his massive cock, pounding into Sherry's glistening pink folds with raw, animalistic intensity.
Each powerful stroke drew out streams of her arousal, his muscular, athletic frame radiating sheer dominance.
Just as the two were teetering on the edge of climax, Yasin barged in, holding a camcorder.
Sherry let out a startled shriek, while Jack groaned, "Oh, shit!" before his entire body shuddered violently.
Yasin watched with cold amusement as the shock of his intrusion sent them both over the edge. Sherry's tight pussy gushed, splattering Jack's thick cock and thighs with her juices, while the condom stretched over his length swelled with his release.
"Jack, if I recall correctly, you're a married man," Yasin said coolly, shutting the door behind him.
"You have a loving wife and an adorable thirteen-year-old daughter. Everyone sees you as the perfect family man."
He stepped forward, his gaze icy as he picked up Jack's discarded pistol from the floor. With practiced ease, he flicked off the safety and aimed it squarely at Jack's head.
"And Sherry, let's not forget your… special relationship with my father. Both of you know exactly what would happen if he found out about this little affair. Especially you, Jack. You, more than anyone, understand how my father deals with betrayal."
Despite his background in the U.S. Special Forces, Jack had never seen real combat. He'd never been in a life-or-death situation, never taken a life.
His training was thorough, but his nerves were no match for Yasin's—a man who had survived the apocalypse, fought zombies, and killed without hesitation.
Yasin knew from Yasin's memories that Jack had grown more cautious with age, weighed down by responsibilities and fears.
Harry Brant trusted Jack precisely because he had a family, a mortgage, and a comfortable salary.
His daughter attended a prestigious private school, and his debts ran deep. If this scandal got out, Jack would lose everything—his job, his reputation, his family. And Harry held enough dirt on him to ensure he'd never work in security again.
That was why Harry entrusted Jack with his family's safety. He knew Jack wouldn't dare cross him.
But now, Jack had made a fatal mistake.
Sherry, trembling, covered her voluptuous breasts, her curves even more enticing as she tried in vain to hide them. No wonder even a disciplined man like Jack couldn't resist her. Most men would have fallen even harder.
Yasin felt his own body reacting.
"P-please… Master Yasin…" Sherry begged, tears in her eyes. "Don't tell your father! I'll do anything you want!"
Jack, pale-faced, swallowed hard. "What… What do you want in exchange for keeping this quiet?"
He had planned to intimidate the twelve-year-old boy into silence, just like before. But this time, Yasin was different. The gun in his hand made it clear—he wasn't bluffing.
And if a child shot him, the Brant family's influence would ensure Yasin walked free.
Jack had watched Yasin grow up. He never imagined the boy could become this ruthless.
Right now, Yasin felt like a demon in human skin.
"Your little affair stays between us," Yasin said, running a hand over Sherry's full breast, savoring its soft warmth. "As long as you both obey me, no one else will ever know. But if you defy me…" His voice dropped to a whisper.
"I'll make sure you both suffer in ways you can't imagine."
He stood, flashing Jack an innocent smile.
"Uncle Jack, I'll be holding onto this gun for now. Consider it a safety measure. Oh, and I need you to run an errand for me—buy me a chainsaw. Here's a thousand dollars. Keep the change as a tip."
Jack stared at the boy, his hands shaking. The shift between cold-blooded menace and childlike sweetness was unnerving.
This wasn't the Yasin he knew.
This was something far more terrifying.
"Y-yes…" Jack stammered, quickly pulling on his clothes. He didn't dare argue. The look in Yasin's eyes told him this boy was capable of anything.
"Good. You have one hour," Yasin said, checking his watch. "And while you're at it, pick up some steak, bread, canned food, painkillers, a first-aid kit, and bottled water. Thanks."
Jack didn't hesitate. He bolted out the door, his mind racing.
That wasn't a child. That was a monster.
Turning back to Sherry, Yasin smirked as she cowered under the sheets, her voluptuous body trembling.
She was every man's fantasy—smooth skin, full breasts, a round, plump ass. No wonder Harry and Jack couldn't resist her.
And now, she belonged to him.
"Master Yasin… what… what do you want to do? You're just a child…" Shirley looked at Yasin with terror in her eyes, her voice trembling.
The young master before her was only twelve years old!
Even if Yasin were to assault her, legally, she would be the one charged with the crime—because this handsome, youthful boy was still a minor!
Yasin slowly pulled down his pants, revealing his thick, throbbing cock. With a faint smile, he said, "Miss Shirley, I apologize for interrupting your little moment earlier. Now, I'll make it up to you with this. Come here. Open that pretty mouth and taste what a real man feels like."
Shirley stared in disbelief at the massive erection before her. How could a twelve-year-old boy possess something so large and firm? The sight left her utterly stunned.
"Th-This… this can't be… You're just a child… How is yours bigger than Jack's…? Mmmph—!"
Before she could finish, Yasin grabbed a fistful of her golden hair and shoved his cock deep into her open mouth.
Smack! His hands came down hard on her plump breasts, kneading them roughly.
In his past life, Yasin had fantasized countless times about visiting high-end brothels, spending thousands to experience the exotic allure of various races women. But he'd never had the time or money to make it happen.
Now, a naked, golden-haired American beauty lay before him. Why wouldn't he indulge?
After all…
He could never return to his old world.
So why not lose himself in this parallel version of 2006 America?
After thoroughly enjoying Shirley's voluptuous, energetic body, Yasin let out a long, satisfied sigh.
The feeling was intoxicating.
To outsiders, he was an innocent, angelic-looking boy. But in reality, he was a 30-year-old man from China.
He'd never married, but he'd had his fair share of girlfriends—and paid encounters. His skills in bed far surpassed those of the average American man.
Thanks to years of studying adult films, Yasin's techniques were far more refined than most men of this era.
Combined with his youthful appearance and impressive size, Shirley quickly succumbed to his dominance. Under his relentless thrusts and the sinful thrill of being taken by a boy, she melted into complete submission, obeying his every command like a devoted pet.
This was Yasin's first step toward establishing control in this parallel world—exploiting Shirley and Jack's weaknesses to bend them to his will.
But his motives weren't purely hedonistic.
A darker scheme brewed in his mind.
Harry Brant possessed immense wealth and influence. But as Vivian Sinclair's illegitimate son, Yasin had no claim to inheritance and faced constant opposition. Without resources, he was powerless.
To secure his place in this world, Yasin needed to eliminate Harry and Jerry—the two obstacles standing in his way.
Only then could he seize Harry's assets for himself.
Exiting Shirley's room, Yasin straightened his clothes and calmly returned to his own quarters. A sinister plot began to take shape in his mind.
"Young Master, here's the chainsaw you requested. It cost three hundred dollars. The remaining seven hundred is here…" Jack respectfully placed the chainsaw and a stack of cash in front of Yasin.
This was 2006, years before the financial crisis. The dollar's value was far stronger than in the future.
Seven hundred dollars was no small sum. Many American workers earned little more than a thousand a month.
"Keep the change, Uncle Jack. Serve me well, and I'll make sure you're rewarded. If I recall correctly, your daughter recently applied to an elite private high school? Tuition must be expensive."
Yasin pushed the money back into Jack's hands, smiling faintly.
From Yasin's memories, Yasin knew much about Jack's 13-year-old daughter, Anna. The boy had always harbored… interest in her.
"Y-Yes… Young Master Yasin…" Jack stammered.
"Don't worry. I'll find a way to cover the costs. You may leave now. Loyalty to me will never go unrewarded." Yasin dismissed him with a wave.
As Jack retreated, a wicked smirk curled Yasin's lips.
Fear and greed—the two levers to control a man.
Threats alone could push someone to desperation. But threats combined with rewards? That twisted fear and desire into absolute obedience.
Yasin understood that small investments were necessary.
Without spending, how could he reap greater rewards?
America was a land where money ruled all. With wealth, anything was possible. Without it, survival was a struggle.
What Yasin needed now was vast resources.
And the quickest way to achieve that?
Inherit Harry Brant's fortune and power—ascending to the top in one swift move.