Lust System: Harem In Two Different Timelines
Chapter 137: Please Be Gentle

Chapter 137: Please Be Gentle

"I’m sorry... I... I didn’t mean to..." Yoko Minamino trembled as she closed her eyes, her long eyelashes fluttering rapidly. She slightly raised her head, her breathing becoming extremely rapid, her hands tightly clenched into fists, and her lips quivering faintly.

"You... go ahead..."

Yoko Minamino perhaps thought Yasin was going to kiss her, so she slightly raised her head, offering up her soft, pink lips.

A teasing smile curled at the corners of Yasin’s lips. His hand, which had been caressing Yoko Minamino, slowly slid down to her delicate neck.

As Yasin’s fingers moved, Yoko Minamino trembled even more violently.

Suddenly, Yasin violently grabbed the collar of Yoko Minamino’s shirt and tore it open. His left hand roughly slipped into her bra, grasping her full, round breast, kneading it with rough dominance.

Yoko Minamino’s breasts couldn’t be considered huge, but compared to her petite and delicate frame, the visual impact of breasts too large to be fully grasped in one hand was no less striking than the ample curves of a tall Western beauty like Vivian Sinclair.

As Yasin’s otaku friends back in the day would have said, Yoko Minamino was the epitome of a youthful face with voluptuous curves.

"I never really noticed before, Miss Minamino, but your breasts are surprisingly large. It’s a shame you never went into the adult film industry."

Yasin licked his lips mockingly before flicking his tongue against Yoko Minamino’s tightly closed lips.

"Ah!~ No!... Don’t..." Yoko Minamino finally couldn’t take it anymore, letting out an instinctive cry of fear. She grabbed Yasin’s hand, which was still roughly kneading her breast, and tried to struggle free.

"Didn’t you say you could give me your body? What? Can’t even let me touch your breasts?"

Yasin pinched Yoko Minamino’s chin threateningly and said, "Think carefully! This is a deal you wanted! I’m not that interested in you! If I want to play with a woman, I can just call your dear friend Seiko Shizuka right now! She’s in my hands, and I can do whatever I want with her! Why should I waste my time here with you? If you dare resist me again, our deal is off! I suppose Redknapp might be more interested in your virginity, but he won’t make any deals with you. From him, you’ll only get humiliation and abuse. But with me, I can give you the best and safest life in this apocalyptic world, the most delicious food, and your sacrifice will also ensure the safety of your dear friend Seiko Shizuka."

"I’m sorry... I... I just wanted to see Shizuka first... If she’s really okay... I... I promise I won’t resist..."

Yoko Minamino shuddered as the tingling, itchy sensations from her breasts made her whole body twist uncomfortably.

Her instincts screamed at her to resist, but she was terrified of angering the man before her. So, despite her intense aversion, Yoko Minamino could only let Yasin continue ravaging her breasts.

This feeling...

Filled her with shame and terror.

Remembering how Seiko Shizuka had told her that her first time would hurt, Yoko Minamino grew even more frightened.

The Minamino family’s background in Japan was far from weak. Yoko Minamino’s rapid rise in the entertainment industry was largely due to her family’s influence. Because of this, the conservative and well-connected Yoko Minamino had rejected numerous advances and casting couch offers, preserving her virginity until now.

This time, her family had chosen to sacrifice her to curry favor with American elites in exchange for family benefits.

Before arriving, Yoko Minamino had already braced herself for her fate.

But the apocalypse had intervened, twisting her destiny.

She had even secretly rejoiced, thinking she might escape the shameful and degrading acts she had dreaded.

Yet now, she faced the same choice again.

But this time, Yoko Minamino suddenly felt noble and selfless.

Because this time, she wasn’t selling her body for someone else’s gain.

She was making a noble sacrifice to save her dear friend Seiko Shizuka.

Yasin looked down at Yoko Minamino with mocking amusement, a roguish smirk playing on his lips. Suddenly, a mischievous idea struck him.

Reluctantly withdrawing his hand from the warm confines of Yoko Minamino’s bra, Yasin lifted her chin with a single finger and lightly kissed her soft, pink lips. With a faint smile, he said, "Since you’re so eager to see your dear friend Seiko Shizuka, I’ll take you to her. But you must not make a single sound. You’ll only be allowed to peek at her from the shadows. If you disobey my orders, don’t blame me for what happens to your dear friend."

"Yes... yes... sir... I... I’ll obey..." Yoko Minamino shrank back, trembling, and nodded fearfully. With unsteady, tiny steps, she obediently trailed closely behind Yasin.

"Seiko!!" When Yasin opened the bedroom door, Yoko Minamino screamed in shock.

Seeing Seiko Shizuka naked, tied tightly with ropes, and hanging from a clothes rack, Yoko Minamino trembled nervously, her fists clenched as she shivered and stared at Yasin.

"What? Does it hurt to see your good friend like this?" Yasin sneered, pinching Yoko Minamino’s chin as he teased her.

"Please! Let Seiko go!"

Yoko Minamino suddenly fell to her knees, tears streaming down her face as she bowed pleadingly to Yasin. "I beg you! If you want to torture someone, torture me instead! Seiko is injured, she’ll die like this!"

Yasin had expected Yoko Minamino to roar at him in fury.

But to his surprise, Yoko Minamino obediently knelt on the ground, pitifully begging him.

Thinking about it, though, it made perfect sense.

Japanese women were raised with strict feminine virtues, taught to be docile and submissive to men.

Even if a man behaved rudely toward them, these women would either endure silently or flee in fear.

This was why so many perverts on public transport in Japan got away with their actions.

Japanese women were too quick to yield, too accustomed to passive acceptance.

After all, in Japan, male dominance was absolute.

Faced with an overpowering man, women wouldn’t dare show anger, let alone muster the courage to resist.

"I told you, your good friend Seiko Shizuka is fine. She’s not injured. And how do you know she doesn’t enjoy being treated like this? Maybe she loves the feeling of being humiliated?"

Yasin bent down, smirking as he stroked Yoko Minamino’s cheek, then commanded, "Tell me, wouldn’t you also like to be hung up like this, so I can whip your ass and pussy with a leather belt?"

"No! Sir, I... I’m scared... I don’t like that... Seiko... how could she possibly enjoy being hurt like this... You must be mistaken! Please let her go... She needs to rest... If you want to play... I... I can serve you instead..." Yoko stammered, her face flushed as she lowered her head in shame.

"Oh? So I’m mistaken? Your friend Miss Seiko is some kind of chaste martyr? How about we make a bet? If you lose, you have to play a fun little game with me. If I lose, I’ll let both of you go. Deal?"

Without waiting for Yoko Minamino’s answer, Yasin grinned and clapped his hands, pointing to a nearby dressing room.

"It’s settled! Go hide in that dressing room. You’re not allowed to come out until I say so. Otherwise, I’ll cut off your dear Seiko’s tits right in front of you. Understood?"

"No! Don’t!! I’ll do as you say!" Yoko Minamino bowed obediently once more, then hurried into the dressing room with small, quick steps.

Once Yoko Minamino was inside, Yasin smirked and walked over to Seiko Shizuka, splashing a basin of cold water on her face before whipping her pussy hard with the belt.

The icy sting and the strange pleasure from the strike on her swollen lips made Seiko Shizuka groan as she slowly opened her eyes.

When she saw the demonic, domineering man standing before her with a whip, she immediately shivered in fear.

The intense pleasure of being violently fucked by his monstrous cock until she came uncontrollably had made her feel like she was dying!

Even now, her vagina and womb ached with a tearing soreness.

She was terrified he would rape her again, certain she’d die from the relentless orgasms.

"Awake now, my dear Seiko Shizuka?"

Yasin’s lips curled as he gently rubbed the whip against her engorged pussy lips, smiling. "Do you want to taste my big cock again?"

"No..." Seiko Shizuka squirmed, but then, as if possessed, she suddenly whispered, "Master... please be gentle next time..."

She had meant to refuse, but for some reason, she found herself craving the feeling of being violated and dominated. The mind-blowing pleasure of being forced to orgasm repeatedly was something she’d never experienced before.

It was like an addiction, and she was already hooked.

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