My 100th Rebirth a day before the Apocalypse novel Chapter 159

The young man gritted his teeth as he crawled closer to the Young Master, who sat in his chair like a king watching a dog beg for food. The Young Master relished the sight of beautiful men and women trembling before him, deriving pleasure from their fear. He didn’t care if the person riding his cock is a woman or a man; what mattered was their beauty.

He had amassed a collection of such individuals in his basement, and those who disobeyed met a grim fate after being toyed with by the Coltons’ Young Master.

And there were those who fought tooth and nail for survival, much like the young man standing before him. They had battled against the relentless onslaught of zombies outside, only to find themselves imprisoned within the confines of the Coltons’ villa, reduced to mere objects of pleasure.

Fueled by resentment, they are not even treated as proper human beings because they are another mouth to feed when the shelter is already starting to get low on supplies.

The young man clenched his jaw tightly as he obediently took the Coltons’ Young Master’s cock into his mouth. Meanwhile, the Young Master leisurely sipped his wine, enjoying the sensation as the young man pleasured him. Occasionally, he released low, pleasure-filled groans, his breath coming out in heavy pants.

"A man really knows where to find another man’s weak spot." the Young Master sneered between labored breaths. Gripping the young man’s hair, he forced him to take more of his cock into his throat, ruthlessly jerking his head up and down.

Leaning back in his chair, his eyes rolling in ecstasy, he remained indifferent to the discomfort of the young man’s throat, indifferent to his uncontrollable gagging and he paid no heed to the tears and mucus now streaming from the young man’s face.

All he cared about was his own pleasure, and once he finished deep into the young man’s throat, he grunted in ecstasy, paying no heed to the young man’s desperate struggles for air. Even as the man flailed his arms, suffocating, the Young Master held firm, relishing his control.

After a final few violent thrusts, he cast the young man to the ground, leaving him barely conscious and gasping for air like a fish out of water. The room, once silent, now resonated with the young man’s harrowing gasps, a haunting reminder of his torment.

The Coltons’ Young Master wasn’t finished. Downing the last of his wine, he rose from his chair and discarded his black robe. Gripping the young man’s hair once more, he forcefully dragged him to the bed, showing no concern for his well-being.

Ignoring any signs of distress, the Coltons’ Young Master callously penetrated the man with his cock, displaying a complete disregard for his condition or his life which was already hanging by the thread.

He was used to rough plays, and often his victims perished under the strain of his sexual torture before he could even finish. Yet, he remained indifferent, proceeding to fulfill his desires before callously discarding the lifeless body onto the floor and summoning someone to clean his room.

Fortunately, the young man was still alive, albeit barely. Observing his shallow breaths, the individual tasked with cleaning the room of the supposedly dead body made a callous decision. Instead of summoning medical aid or showing concern for the young man’s condition, he heartlessly dragged the young man’s limp body back to the basement, leaving his fate to chance.

Whether he lived or perished was now at the mercy of fate. If he managed to survive until the next time the Young Master required another victim, then so be it—he would have another chance to endure.

The young man lacked the energy even to cry out in pain or to cling to the remnants of his fading life. Darkness enveloped him, swallowing his consciousness whole.

On Kisha’s side, they finally reached the western area where the aftermath of the explosion had left debris strewn across the streets. Large chunks of building walls, shattered glass, and scattered furniture created a scene reminiscent of a war zone as if an aerial bombardment had ravaged the entire west area.

Among the wreckage, zombie corpses lay crushed beneath heavy objects, while human bodies were scattered throughout. The buildings themselves were no longer recognizable as intact structures, with substantial sections having collapsed and exposed the interiors to the elements.