Lust System: Harem In Two Different Timelines-Chapter 37: I’ve Neglected You For Too Long

Vivian gently patted Yasin's shoulder, like a loving mother caressing her son.

Gazing at her increasingly handsome and charming boy, Vivian's entire body grew warm, a faint blush coloring her snow-white cheeks.

Unable to resist, she pulled Yasin into a tight embrace, pressing her ample bosom against his back and rubbing softly.

The sensation filled her with indescribable pleasure, yet a pang of guilt stirred in her heart.

With Vivian's full breasts pressed against his neck and back, Yasin—who had just stepped out of the shower feeling refreshed—suddenly felt a familiar heat rising within him. His cock stiffened instantly, his body growing feverish.

Lately, Yasin didn't understand what was happening to him. His lust had grown uncontrollable, an insatiable hunger that demanded release from dawn till dusk. He had just spilled himself into his sister's mouth, and now, seduced by his mother's touch, the desire flared anew!

The memory of his scandalous encounters with the young Vivian Sinclair in the apocalyptic world sent a thrill through him.

Vivian in 1993 had been youthful, breathtakingly beautiful, pure yet intoxicating, brimming with vitality and temptation.

He and the 25-year-old Vivian had just indulged in a different kind of passion, exploring each other's bodies with abandon. And now, the 38-year-old Vivian was back in his bed.

Beside him lay the same woman—Vivian Sinclair—now a top-tier mature beauty, ripe as a succulent peach.

Young girls had their charms, but mature women possessed their own allure. At thirty, they were wolves; at forty, tigers; at fifty, they could devour the earth itself.

The Vivian of this world still maintained her flawless, voluptuous figure—fuller breasts, rounder hips, skin exuding the intoxicating allure of experience. She radiated the kind of temptation only a seasoned woman could.

Playing with a woman like her promised far more expertise than any naive girl, and far more ferocity!

What's more, in this world, Yasin's identity was Vivian Sinclair's son.

Their relationship now was different from the mysterious, guilt-tinged telepathy of the apocalypse. Here, they were bound by true mother-and-son ties.

The wicked thoughts swirling in Yasin's mind only fueled his depravity.

Originally, Yasin had wanted to test some theories about shared emotions across two worlds, but he hadn't expected Vivian to come to him so soon.

Thanks to his past experiences in the apocalyptic world, Yasin no longer resisted the idea of transcending ethical boundaries with his mother.

Since he'd already claimed Vivian's body once, why not do it again?

"Mom... I've missed you so much..." Yasin murmured drowsily, feigning sleep before turning over and burying his face between Vivian's heavy breasts.

The warm, pillowy softness enveloped him, the faint milky scent an irresistible temptation.

"Adrian!"

Vivian's heart ached as she watched her son. Hearing Yasin's sleepy whimpers only deepened her guilt. "My baby, I've failed you. I'll make it up to you, I promise!"

She tenderly stroked his hair, whispering to herself.

"My little Adrian, that wretched Harry is out all night again, so Mommy will sleep with you tonight. Holding you close makes me feel so much better."

Vivian's voice was a hushed confession. "Adrian, I don't know what's come over me today. You're all I can think about. Maybe... I've neglected you for too long."

"Adrian, let Mommy hold you while you sleep. From now on, I want to hold you every night. My precious boy, Mommy loves you so much..."

Vivian Sinclair cradled her son tightly, her lush breasts massaging his face. The tingling pleasure made her shiver faintly.

Guilt crashed over her in waves, but instead of stopping her, it only made her crave her son's dominance even more.

This Vivian no longer possessed the innocence of youth but had blossomed into a woman of mature, weathered allure.

Life's hardships had left her jaded, and now, in the prime of her wolf-like desires, she saw things clearly.

In her mind, as long as she didn't cross the final line with her son, everything else was just... a mother's affection.

Feeling Yasin's scorching body in her arms, Vivian's thoughts drifted to her marriage.

Harry Brant is a well-known playboy. If Vivian had not had any other choice, she would not have married a playboy like Harry.

When they first got married, Harry was obsessed with Vivian's body. He wanted to indulge in her every day. They had sex almost nightly, and each time, he would fall asleep clutching Vivian's full breasts or round buttocks. It was intense, almost frightening in its fervor.

But as time passed, their passion faded, and the frequency of their intimacy dwindled.

Harry shifted his attention to younger, fresher faces—new models, particularly those from Asia. Rumor had it that his latest fascination was with Korean women, who not only had stunning figures but also exuded irresistible charm and were exceptionally skilled in bed.

For Harry, who had grown weary of European and American women, these Oriental beauties held an intoxicating allure.

And those ambitious young Korean models, eager to break into Hollywood or the elite modeling scene, were more than willing to please men like Harry. Their relentless efforts had nearly stolen his soul away.

Tonight, Harry and his wealthy friends had gathered at a luxurious villa for an orgy with a group of these Korean models. Vivian had heard that these women were top-tier, handpicked and specially trained at a cost of $500,000 each.

They were voluptuous, expertly skilled, and some were even famous actresses back in Korea—all desperate to land a coveted spot on the cover of a major American fashion magazine.

Vivian was no fool. She knew exactly what was happening. Another superstar would likely emerge from this night.

These Oriental women had been meticulously selected, their appearances subtly enhanced, each radiating an exotic sensuality that made men crave them instantly.

Though aware of Harry's exploits, Vivian, as usual, didn't interfere. She simply returned home in silence.

In the past, she would have resigned herself to sleeping alone, using toys to ease her frustration. She had even considered secret affairs with actors or male models, but Harry's influence—and his underworld connections—kept her under constant surveillance. Despite his own infidelities, he was fiercely possessive, prone to jealousy over the slightest suspicion.

So Vivian had no choice but to rely on toys to soothe her loneliness. The thought of her beauty going to waste in an empty bed often brought her to tears.

But tonight was different. From the moment the party began, Vivian found herself distracted, her thoughts fixated on her son, Adrian, back at home.

An inexplicable longing, tinged with desire, clawed at her, leaving her restless.

After returning home, Adrian's image dominated her mind. A strange urge compelled her to see him, to hold him as she slept, as if his presence could ease her solitude.

While showering, an even more shocking fantasy seized her—

She imagined sucking Adrian's thick cock, pressing her heavy breasts into his mouth, letting him suck and bite them hungrily...

The thought horrified her, yet even after bringing herself to climax, the craving didn't fade.

So she quietly slipped into Adrian's room, telling herself she just needed to hold him, to sleep peacefully beside him.

But the opposite happened.

The moment she cradled him, feeling his warm, muscular body against hers, hearing his deep, steady breaths—her neglected pussy throbbed with renewed need.