Lust System: Harem In Two Different Timelines-Chapter 127: I Like Women With Backbone.

Yasin’s voice dripped with disdain through the intercom.

"You’re too selfish! Aren’t you human too? If human society collapses and you’re the only one left, what’s the point of living? As a member of humanity, don’t you feel any responsibility to preserve civilization? Your selfishness makes you a traitor to our species!"

Kiara Ford’s righteous condemnation rang out, her tone dripping with moral superiority.

From the information Yasin had gathered earlier, Kiara Ford was a classic example of a performative activist—a celebrity who played the saintly humanitarian in public, championing noble causes to maintain her image.

But Yasin had long seen through the hypocrisy of stars and politicians like her.

Whether it was Lena Whitmore leading feminist movements or Kiara Ford loudly supporting LGBTQ+ rights, it was all just a means to boost their fame and political capital. Only naive commoners would take such acts at face value.

In peaceful times, Yasin might have ignored sanctimonious moralists like Kiara Ford. But this was the apocalypse. That she and Johan still thought they could manipulate him with guilt trips was laughable.

What kind of person was Yasin?

Back in 2025, he had seen more than enough of these self-righteous hypocrites. How many times had the dirty secrets of so-called "charitable organizations" been exposed? Yet there were always vile little worms disguised as ordinary netizens, spreading their guilt-tripping rhetoric online.

Every national disaster became an opportunity for these people to profit. Every crisis was a chance for them to extort money under the guise of charity. And the pitiful, gullible masses? They eagerly played along, donating their hard-earned cash and even helping these frauds pressure others into compliance.

When an earthquake struck, they’d attack celebrities for not donating enough. When a pandemic hit, they’d demand public figures cough up millions. In the end, those celebrities would reluctantly hand over the money, lining the pockets of the very organizations exploiting the tragedy.

"Friend outside, we’re all survivors! We should help each other! Aren’t you ashamed of your selfishness? If you have food and supplies, you should share them with the rest of us! We’re all victims of this apocalypse—we might be the last humans left! Helping us is helping yourself!"

Choi Minseo’s furious voice crackled through the intercom.

"What does it matter to me if the rest of you perish? As long as I and my people live well, that’s enough. As for building a bright future for humanity—I’m doing that right now. Miss Kiara, Miss Choi, would you like to join me in creating some new humans?"

Yasin sneered before gesturing to Vivian Sinclair, patting her round backside.

Vivian blushed, shooting Yasin a playful glare before kneeling and unfastening his bulging pants. She took his thick cock into her mouth, sucking eagerly as Yasin leaned back in satisfaction.

He despised moral grandstanders like Kiara Ford and Choi Minseo. Whether in peaceful times or the apocalypse, people who used guilt to manipulate others were almost always scum.

This tactic of disguising selfish demands as moral obligations was something Yasin had seen endlessly on social media in his past life.

With people like this, Yasin couldn’t be bothered to argue. There was no point in entertaining such meaningless debates.

"You! You’re despicable and shameless! How can you even call yourself a human?"

Kiara Ford angrily roared into the walkie-talkie: "Do you really think we’re afraid of you? We have guns too. At worst, we’ll fight you to the death!"

"Kiara! Calm down!"

Deborah Bavli quickly pulled Kiara Ford back, forcing a smile as she spoke into the walkie-talkie: "Then how do you want to trade with us? We’ve been trapped down here for a long time. We don’t have anything valuable left. If we really have to trade, all we can offer right now are some jewelry and a few thousand dollars."

Deborah Bavli said this deliberately to fish for information!

If the person outside wanted money, it would prove that the situation wasn’t as terrifying as he claimed!

Human social order still existed.

If the social order outside had collapsed, then money would be worthless!

That person couldn’t possibly be stupid enough to exchange food for a pile of useless paper in the apocalypse!

"Hahahaha..." A man’s cold laughter came through the walkie-talkie: "Just because we’re all survivors, does that mean I have to help you unconditionally? Share the food I rely on for survival with you? Just because we’re all survivors, I should selflessly give to you? So you can slowly take over the shelter I worked so hard to build? So you can boss me and my people around like you’re still the high and mighty elites from before the apocalypse? Why? Why should I? Do you really think you’re still the privileged upper class from before the end of the world?"

"And, Mrs. Bavli, drop the act. I have zero interest in your worthless paper and scrap metal. If you want food, trade it for the guns and ammo in your hands!"

Yasin’s mocking voice came through the walkie-talkie again.

"What?!" Hearing the man demand their guns in exchange for food, everyone in the safe room immediately grew wary.

Right now, guns were their most crucial asset.

It was precisely because of these firearms that they still had any confidence left.

Now, the man on the walkie-talkie wanted their guns!

Absolutely not!

Even Seiko Shizuka and Yoko Minamino understood that in this kind of environment, without guns, they would lose their last shred of security and become playthings at the mercy of that mysterious man!

"Over my dead body!" Lin Suya shouted into the walkie-talkie: "Even if we have to fight to the death, we’ll never let you control us!"

"You’re dreaming! It seems you don’t have any guns yourself. You’re just trying to trick us out of ours, aren’t you?"

Choi Minseo also sneered into the walkie-talkie: "I advise you to turn back now! If you tell us the truth, we might even let you join us! With our guns protecting you, at least your life would be safer. If you can provide us with food, we wouldn’t mind letting you join." ƒreewebηoveℓ.com

"Wishful thinking!"

Hearing Choi Minseo’s speculation, Johan also realized something—if the other party wanted to trade food for their guns and ammo, it meant he either had no firearms or was running low on ammunition!

Johan’s tone immediately became more confident!

They currently had three rifles, three pistols, a shotgun, and a whole crate of ammunition.

Eager to appear brave and resourceful in front of the group, Johan’s voice turned aggressive.

"Listen up! I’ll give you one last chance. Bring your food and water to the safe room entrance immediately! Then obediently answer our questions! Otherwise, once we come out, don’t blame us for being ruthless!"

"I’m giving you ten minutes to think it over! If you don’t comply with my demands, once we’re out, you’ll lose your chance to stay here with us! I’m not the kind of person who leaves no room for mercy, so I suggest you know what’s good for you!"

"Oh? Really?"

The walkie-talkie crackled with icy mockery: "The food is right here with me, and there’s plenty of it. Not just sausages and instant noodles, but also steak, eggs, milk, and bread. I bet it’s been a long time since you’ve tasted a grilled steak, hasn’t it? If you’re so capable, come and take it. I’ll be waiting for you outside the safe room."

"Also, Miss Lin Suya and Miss Choi Minseo, don’t be so quick to speak in absolutes."

"I like women with backbone. I’m looking forward to seeing how you plan to defeat a selfish, despicable villain like me."

With that, Yasin cut off the walkie-talkie again, leisurely enjoying Vivian Sinclair’s skilled tongue as she licked and sucked his cock. He lit a cigarette and watched the group on the monitor with amusement.

Right now, he had complete surveillance over every move the people inside made. The safe room’s only exit was under his watch.

If Johan really came out on his own, it would save Yasin a lot of trouble.

Though Yasin planned to toy with the beauties in the safe room slowly, having two men inside still made him uncomfortable.

As for the others inside...

Yasin was certain that in the face of starvation, these people—who had once sold themselves for fame and fortune—would never have the integrity to choose death over surrender.

The safe house once again fell into deathly silence.

The oppressive and stifling atmosphere made everyone feel as if they could barely breathe.

This was a choice between life and death. Knowing nothing about the situation outside, they had no idea what kind of outcome their next decision would lead to.

After a long silence, Chai Lee couldn’t hold back any longer and spoke up first: "Then what should we do next? Our food can only last another day or two at most. Even if we ration it and endure hunger, we might stretch it to three or four days... If we don’t trade with him or take the risk to charge out, we’ll just starve to death here!"