Yasin observed Vivian Sinclair, who was dressed in white sportswear with a low neckline. From his vantage point, he could clearly see half of her rounded breasts covered by a black bikini.
Perhaps because the bikini didn't fit properly, Vivian's ample bosom appeared squeezed and swollen, as if straining to break free, with most of her cleavage and a hint of her areola exposed.
"Vivian… can you hear me?" Yasin reached out and slowly pulled down the zipper of her sportswear, exposing her front.
"You look a little warm. Let me take off your jacket so you can sleep more comfortably…"
He whispered gently into her ear.
"Hmm~~~" Vivian shifted slightly, letting out a soft moan before pressing her hips against Yasin's side, her body radiating warmth.
Feeling the heat of her breath, Yasin's own breathing grew uneven.
Yet, despite the undeniable attraction, there was a deeper layer to their relationship—one of a mother-son bond from another world. Vivian had saved his life and shown him nothing but kindness and trust.
Taking advantage of her in this state would disgust him.
He adored Vivian Sinclair, captivated by her breathtaking body. But Yasin still held onto his basic moral principles.
If Vivian was willing, he would cherish her, ensuring she reached the heights of pleasure. But if she resisted or showed reluctance, he would never force himself on her. That was his line.
No matter how aroused he was, he refused to cross it.
Repaying someone who had saved him, believed in him, and cared for him with such betrayal—was that even human?
Yasin might consider himself flawed, but he wasn't a beast. He wouldn't repay kindness with cruelty.
But… what if Vivian needed him too?
Swallowing hard, Yasin fought against the throbbing heat between his legs and called her name again.
"Vivian, are you still warm? Your bra looks tight. I'll undo it for you. You might sleep better this way…"
His lips brushed her earlobe as he spoke in a low, coaxing tone.
"Hmm…" Vivian murmured drowsily, shifting closer against him.
Hearing her response, Yasin's hands trembled with anticipation, his mouth dry. Slowly, he peeled off her sportswear, then pressed his warm, damp palms against her shoulders, sliding them down her smooth back.
Her skin was taut, silken, radiating warmth. His fingers traced the strap of her bikini before gently slipping it off her shoulders.
Freed from restraint, her full breasts pushed past the black fabric, swaying heavily—pale, supple, tipped with pink areolas and pert nipples that begged to be tasted.
Yasin's breath hitched.
"Hmm~~~~" Vivian arched slightly, murmuring, "It hurts… Take it all off… All of it…"
Yasin shuddered, his exhale hot against her ear, making her breathing quicken. His hand slid beneath the remaining strap, loosening it until her other breast spilled free.
"Exquisite… A masterpiece. Divine perfection," Yasin breathed, enraptured by the sight before him.
Under the moonlight, her skin glowed with an almost translucent beauty, the faint blue veins beneath adding to its delicate allure. Her breasts were full yet firm, round as ripe melons, quivering at the slightest touch.
Unlike the overly large, sagging breasts he'd seen in his past life, Vivian's were lifted, supple yet resilient.
Her areolas were small, faintly lined, a soft pink against the snowy expanse of her skin. The nipples, like tiny rosebuds, stood taut, tempting him.
Yasin, who had rich sexual experience, knew that once a woman's nipples became erect, it meant her sexual desire was also erupting.
Just like when a man wanted to have sex, his penis would become extremely hard and erect, a woman's nipples would also become erect.
It seemed that Vivian's desire had also been aroused by him...
Being trapped in such a closed environment for a month, lonely and isolated, with horrible zombies outside, Vivian Sinclair, a natural beauty, must have felt very depressed during this period.
His appearance not only gave her a sense of security and dependence but also filled her inner emptiness and loneliness.
Under this psychological effect, Vivian Sinclair's body would naturally relax, and a month of loneliness and emptiness would obviously turn into a desire for sex.
This was not something Vivian Sinclair could control—it was the instinct of the body.
Under the stimulation of psychological release and alcohol, Vivian's body reacted naturally.
Clearly, the 25-year-old supermodel Vivian had experienced sex before.
Whether men or women, after tasting the pleasure of sex, they would become dependent on it, just like being addicted to drugs.
Judging from Vivian's large breasts, perky buttocks, and physical structure, Yasin knew that she must have a very strong sexual desire.
As the ancient said, big breasts and big buttocks meant good fertility.
Just from a woman's physiological structure, one could tell whether her physical needs were strong.
Women with big breasts and big buttocks naturally had much stronger sexual desire than ordinary women.
A natural beauty like Vivian definitely had a strong need for sex.
Yasin took off his shirt, revealing his gradually strengthening upper body and his sexy, wheat-colored skin. After absorbing a lot of zombie brain core energy, Yasin found that his physique was becoming more powerful, and even his skin had taken on a vibrant, healthy glow, making him look energetic and charming.
Additionally, the penis between his legs also felt noticeably larger, becoming harder and stronger when erect.
After removing his shirt, Yasin gently reached behind Vivian, pinched the buttons of her bra with both hands, and carefully unfastened them.
This action caused his chest to press lightly against Vivian's. Their erect nipples touched, and her soft breasts pressed firmly against his chest.
The moment they made contact, Vivian let out a soft, pained moan and slightly arched her chest forward, pressing her breasts even tighter against Yasin.
Yasin could feel Vivian's plump breasts trembling slightly, as if they longed to be kneaded.
The soft, elastic sensation pressed against him, and Vivian's full breasts were squeezed to the sides. Combined with the stimulation of her hardened nipples, Yasin shuddered with pleasure. His hard cock strained against his cotton pants, pressing into Vivian's lower abdomen.
Vivian Sinclair seemed to feel the massive object pressing against her. Along with Yasin nearly lying on top of her, she grew slightly nervous, her breathing becoming more rapid.
"No... Don't do this... No..."
Vivian Sinclair didn't know if she was dreaming or already lost in the moment. She murmured weakly and struggled slightly, as if trying to break free.
Yasin, worried about hurting her, quickly began to pull back, intending to adjust his position to continue admiring Vivian Sinclair's flat, smooth stomach.
If Vivian truly rejected him, Yasin wouldn't force her. At worst, he could simply pleasure himself while gazing at her sexy, alluring body!
With such a devilishly tempting figure, Yasin doubted he could last even ten minutes just from masturbating while looking at her.
However, though Vivian said no, her body pressed honestly against him.
Yasin had only managed to rise halfway when Vivian's strong hands grabbed his head and pulled him back down forcefully.
A warm, soft sensation suddenly enveloped Yasin's entire face as his head was buried deep between Vivian Sinclair's ample breasts.
"Uh~ah!~~" Vivian let out a trembling moan, seeming caught between pleasure and pain.
Her rapid, hot breath brushed against her own chest, making it tingle, while her crotch grew wetter.
Vivian twisted her long, shapely legs and rubbed them gently together. Her plump folds rubbed against each other beneath the tight leather pants, sending waves of intense pleasure through her half-conscious mind.
Yasin, however, didn't find it comfortable being smothered between Vivian's breasts. He even felt like he was suffocating—her chest was so large it nearly engulfed half his head.
"Yasin~~~you~~~can you take it in your mouth?~~~"