"You! I'm Jack Coleman! If you dare hurt me, I swear, the government will never let you off! Kneel before you? Never!"
Jack Coleman glared at Yasin furiously, his fists clenched tight.
Kneel?
For a global superstar like him to kneel?
Absolutely impossible!
This is America!
Los Angeles!
How dare a normal man humiliate a Hollywood superstar like this?!
"Sir, what happened earlier wasn't intentional. You know how it was—if we'd opened the door, not only would you have gotten in, but the zombies would have too! Better one person dead than three, right? Besides, you made it back alive, so let's just move past it! I promise nothing like that will ever happen again!"
Lena Whitmore pressed one hand between her slender thighs, covering her delicate core, while the other arm shielded her full, perky breasts as she took two steps forward with an ingratiating smile.
"Please, don't act rashly. Even though there are zombies everywhere, we heard on the car radio that the military have basically regained control. They've set up a safe zone in Los Angeles. Soon, they'll send troops to rescue survivors, wipe out the zombies, and restore order.
If you kill us in a moment of anger, once the military arrives and investigates, do you really think you'll escape punishment? Given our fame, they'll hunt you down without mercy."
"That's right! Friend, we messed up this time, but I'm warning you—don't do anything stupid! From now on, let's work together peacefully. When the Military arrives, you can come with us to the safe zone. The military might not prioritize saving you.
But if you stick with us, you'll get better treatment. What happened earlier was a misunderstanding. Starting today, you're my friend, Jack Coleman! Once this apocalypse is over and order is restored, I promise we'll still be the best of friends. Hell, I can even get you roles in Hollywood films! Fame and fortune—all yours!"
Jack Coleman suppressed his anger and forced a polite, diplomatic smile.
In his mind, there was no way this man would actually dare shoot him!
"This is the apocalypse. The two of you aren't international superstars anymore—just two pathetic survivors." Yasin smirked coldly.
"Killing you would be no different from killing the zombies outside. There'd be no consequences. No guilt."
Even now, these two were still trying to intimidate him with their status.
Jack and Lena still didn't take him seriously.
Well, today, he'd show them just how brutal the apocalypse could be.
BANG!
The gunshot echoed violently, the bullet's impact at close range sending Jack sprawling to the ground.
"AAAHHH!!!" Jack screamed in agony, the sound stirring the zombies outside. They slammed against the door and windows, their growls and pounding filling the room.
Blood gushed from Jack's calf, the muscle torn open from the bullet's exit, splattering flesh and gore across the floor.
"You… you actually shot him…" Lena, who had been acting composed just moments ago, was now frozen in shock, her face pale with terror.
She wanted to stop the bleeding, to bandage the wound, but she didn't know how. All she could do was stare at her husband writhing on the ground, his face drenched in sweat, as tears streamed down her face.
"If you want to live, tie him up!" Yasin tossed a rope at Lena and gestured at Jack with his gun.
"And gag him. If he keeps screaming like that, I'll throw him out to the zombies!"
Just as Yasin had said, watching the two of them in such a miserable state didn't stir even a shred of guilt in him.
Instead, it filled him with a vengeful thrill—a dark satisfaction.
And a hunger for conquest.
Especially as he watched the naked Hollywood superstar Lena Whitmore struggling to tie up her own husband.
From Yasin's angle, Lena's smooth, pale backside was on full display, the delicate curve of her ass parting slightly to reveal glimpses of her pink rosebud and the tender folds beneath.
It was a sight no man could resist.
Maybe she was too panicked to remember she was naked.
Or maybe she was doing it on purpose.
Either way, Lena made no effort to cover herself, giving Yasin an eyeful.
"What… what do you want to let us go?"
After bandaging Jack's wound and tying him to a nearby pillar as ordered, Lena finally covered herself with her hands, looking at Yasin with pitiful, tear-filled eyes.
Yasin holstered his gun into the Two-Worlds King System and slowly advanced toward Lena, gripping his sword tightly…
"No! Please don't kill me! I'm sorry! I apologize for what we did earlier... It was all his idea—he was afraid you'd want me... I... I tried to stop him, but he wouldn't listen! He even called me a whore... Sir... you know how it is, I'm just a weak woman... I had to obey my husband..."
Lena Whitmore stared up at Yasin as he approached, his sword still dripping with blood, her composure finally shattering. With a desperate thud, she dropped to her knees, biting her plush red lips as tears welled in her eyes.
"Sir... please! I'm begging you! Don't kill me! If you spare me... I'll do anything you want..."
Her body trembled faintly, her delicate hands clutching her own breasts unconsciously, squeezing them in fear—making them appear even more enticing under the dimming light.
The sun outside was fading, its golden rays shifting into a deep, ominous red as dusk settled over the city.
The living room grew darker, shadows stretching long across the floor.
Outside, the zombies grew more frenzied, their pounding against the doors and windows growing louder, more urgent.
Tonight... would be a very long night.
Yasin stopped in front of Lena, looking down at the naked Hollywood goddess kneeling before him, her face a picture of tearful submission. The power of this moment sent a thrill through him—a dark satisfaction.
Right now, he wanted nothing more than to conquer this woman, this unattainable dream of men everywhere.
"Mrs. Coleman... if you want to live, you know what you have to do." Yasin swallowed hard, his throat dry as he stared down at her exquisite face, her lips slightly parted in fear.
Lena's face paled.
She knew exactly what he meant.
"Can we... can we at least go to the bedroom? Please... Jack is my husband... doing this in front of him..." She bit her lip, shaking her head in distress. "And... if I do this... you have to let him go..."
"Are you bargaining with me?" Yasin suddenly grabbed a fistful of Lena's golden hair, yanking her up to her feet.
Her pitiful expression didn't soften him—it only stoked the fire inside him.
With a cold smirk, Yasin summoned a bottle of water from the Two-Worlds King System and poured it directly over Lena's face, the liquid cascading down her naked body.
His left hand followed the trail of water, moving roughly from her forehead down—over the delicate bridge of her nose, her tear-filled eyes, the soft curve of her cheek, before stopping at her plush, trembling lips.
"Rinse out that mouth. I don't want his taste on you when you suck my cock."
His fingers pressed into her lips, forcing them open as he shoved his fingers inside, rubbing against her teeth and tongue, making her gag slightly. Her mouth was small, warm, her tongue slick and soft—even his fingers sliding against it felt sinfully good.
As the water dripped down, Yasin's hand continued its descent, trailing over the slender column of her throat before finally closing around one of her full, pert breasts.
The moment his rough palm squeezed her, Lena let out an involuntary gasp—a shaky, breathy sound that sent a jolt straight to Yasin's groin.
It had been too long since she'd been touched.
The arousal Jack had stoked in her earlier hadn't faded... and now, under Yasin's rough handling, it roared back to life.
When the water ran out, Yasin grabbed an open bottle of red wine from the table and poured it directly over her chest, watching as the dark liquid spilled over her flushed skin, her nipples hardening under the cold shock.
He took his time washing her, kneading her breasts with deliberate roughness, making her whimper.
Lena clenched her eyes shut, biting her lip hard as she braced herself against the table, her back arching, pushing her chest forward.
From the corner of her eye, she could see Jack—still bound, still unconscious.
The shame of being touched like this in front of her husband sent a twisted thrill through her, her body betraying her as heat pooled between her thighs.
The mixture of water and wine trickled down her stomach, gathering in the delicate dip of her navel before spilling lower—
Right where she was already growing wet.
Her hips jerked slightly as the alcohol touched her sensitive flesh, her inner walls clenching instinctively, drawing the liquid inside before letting it escape again, mixed with her own arousal.
Yasin's breathing grew heavier, his cock straining against his pants, the fabric tenting obscenely.
"Mmmh—! N-no... please... sir... you can't—!"
Lena's protest was cut off as Yasin finally closed the distance between them, his free hand gripping her hip, pulling her flush against him.