NOVEL NEXT Chapter 179: Hi
"Humph! Hahahaha~~~~~" Yasin looked at Deborah with amusement and suddenly burst into laughter: "Deborah, you bitch, you really know how to adapt to circumstances. Your face changes so quickly. Good, I really like your shamelessness."
Yasin walked forward, untied Deborah's ropes, and grabbed her hair with a cold smile: "However, I have no interest in a slut like you who's been ridden by thousands. I bet your pussy is still filled with that dead bastard Redknapp's semen, isn't it?" asdsa
"No, no! Master, every time Redknapp ejaculated, I caught it with my mouth. Master, your semen must be given to me, your bitch, from now on~~~ Master~~~ Although I've been promiscuous and fucked by many men, I'm definitely better at pleasing you than these inexperienced little girls. I'll make you feel like you're in heaven! Master, you can fuck me anytime you want. Your slutty bitch guarantees to serve you until you're completely satisfied!"
Deborah continued shamelessly flattering Yasin.
"Take off your clothes yourself, put on the collar, and then crawl over there and pose like them." Yasin slapped Deborah and disdainfully commanded.
"Yes! Yes! Master! Your slutty bitch will obey immediately!"
Deborah, terrified of displeasing Yasin and suffering the same brutal beating as Kiara Ford, hastily stripped off her clothes and pants, fastened the collar around her neck, and crawled on all fours like a dog to Kiara's side. She lowered her body, raising her plump ass high, her large, sagging breasts swaying, looking both seductive and utterly depraved.
Yasin walked over to the three women, handcuffed Seiko Shizuka and Deborah, then chained all three to a large desk nearby.
"It's getting late. I'm going out for a while. You three bitches stay here and guard the place. Wait for me to return. If I see you've done anything I don't like, I'll make you regret being born."
Yasin whipped each of them once with a whip, then turned and walked out of the bedroom.
Now, only Lin Suya, Choi Minseo, Chai Lee, Xiao Xuner, and the undercover agent Yoko Minamino, who was already under his control, remained in the safe house.
With Yoko Minamino acting as a mole inside, these four no longer posed any threat to Yasin.
Yasin was no longer worried about the situation in the manor.
The most urgent task now was to go to the mall and bring Sophia and the others back.
As Yasin pondered his strategy, he stepped out of the bedroom and glanced at the sky outside. It was already past 10 p.m., and the night was pitch black. Thick clouds obscured the moonlight, casting an oppressive atmosphere over the darkness.
"System, open the Gate of Realms. I'm heading to the second world!" Yasin checked his watch and ordered the system.
[Ding! Activating spatial teleportation...]
As the system prompt sounded, Yasin's vision was once again filled with a familiar swirl of colors. His body felt as if it were being dragged into a whirlpool at the bottom of the sea, the intense dizziness and suffocation returning.
The scene before him flickered and vanished. Yasin closed his eyes, struggling to adjust to the discomfort caused by the spatial teleportation.
Slowly, he opened his eyes.
Once again, the bustling scenery of the second world appeared before him.
This time, Yasin materialized in a dark corner of a street.
He raised his left hand to check his watch. It was a little past 10 a.m.
Yasin was slightly surprised.
He clearly remembered leaving around 8 o'clock.
Why was it already past 10 now?
According to the system's previous rules, time in this world should have been frozen while he was in the apocalyptic world.
"System, what's going on?"
Yasin asked curiously.
[That's correct. You're not mistaken. There's been some temporal disruption, but it won't affect you. Rest assured, it's just a deviation of slightly over two hours.]
"That's fine. I don't have much to do while waiting for Adrian anyway." Yasin looked around boredly and noticed a tattoo parlor across the street.
This reminded him of the Japanese tattoo he had seen on Yoko Minamino's inner thigh earlier.
Yasin thought for a moment. Since he had nothing else to do, now was the perfect time to shop for some interesting items.
With that in mind, Yasin strode toward the tattoo parlor.
"Welcome, sir. Are you here for a tattoo?"
As soon as Yasin stepped into the tattoo parlor, he was greeted by a female attendant dressed in a biker leather jacket and extremely short denim shorts.
The woman had her yellow hair tied into a ponytail, her lips painted with a purple-black shade, and her ears adorned with numerous silver earrings. Her arms and neck were covered in bizarre tattoos. Yasin even spotted a Russian character—"slut"—inked across the woman's prominently exposed cleavage.
Additionally, the glowing, chunky collar around her neck caught Yasin's attention.
"No, I don't need a tattoo." Yasin glanced at the woman curiously.
Even in 2006, America already had its own version of this non-mainstream culture.
"If you're not here for a tattoo, then why did you come in?" The woman's attitude immediately soured upon hearing Yasin's refusal. Her heavily shadowed eyes rolled dismissively.
"I need to buy a set of tattoo equipment. I'll pay double the market price." Yasin got straight to the point.
"You want to buy tattoo supplies? What for?" The woman eyed Yasin suspiciously, especially since he looked like a teenage boy.
"None of your business. Just get me the stuff, I'll pay you, and we're done. If not, I'll go somewhere else." Yasin had no patience for this shamate idiot.
"Fine, I'll sell it to you. A full set costs 500 dollars. Do you even have that kind of money?" The shamate woman sneered.
"Here's a thousand dollars. Hurry up and get it ready." Yasin tossed a stack of bills onto the table.
"Great! Right away!" The woman's demeanor instantly brightened as she hurried into the back room.
While waiting, Yasin took the opportunity to glance around.
The tattoo parlor wasn't large, but it had a partitioned area. The walls were plastered with photos of various tattoos—some with English lettering, others with strange symbols, and even some with bizarre images.
Yasin's reason for buying tattoo supplies was inspired by the tattoo on Yoko Minamino's inner thigh. If Yoko could get inked, he could bring a set back and have her tattoo "Yasin's Property" on his female slaves' asses and pussies. It would satisfy his twisted sense of amusement while reminding those bitches of their place—forever his pets.
Lost in thought, Yasin lifted the curtain of a small partitioned room and peeked inside.
It was a private tattooing space where a man was working on a girl who looked no older than fifteen or sixteen. The girl, also dressed in shamate fashion, had stripped off her top and lay face down on the sofa, exposing her bare back to the tattoo artist.
The artist was inscribing strange patterns and XCXCKSD characters onto her skin. Yasin squinted and recognized words like "fuck toy," "slut," and "whore."
This reminded him of the "fuck toy" culture he'd encountered on the dark web in his past life. Those men enjoyed writing obscenities on women's bodies, filming themselves fucking them, and uploading the videos for others to watch.
This American girl seemed to be part of the same fetish.
"Sir! Your tattoo kit is ready! Come again next time!" The shamate woman flashed Yasin a flirtatious smile as she handed him the supplies.
The tattoo kit was simple—a basic tattoo machine and various fluorescent inks. The machine was brand new and well-crafted, compact enough to fit in a palm. The box of fluorescent inks, however, was heavy.
Five hundred dollars for this? Clearly, she was ripping him off because of his age. But a few hundred dollars meant nothing to Yasin now.
After packing the supplies, Yasin turned to leave when he noticed the woman suddenly shudder. The collar around her neck flickered, and her face twisted in discomfort, turning red as if she were suffocating.
"Miss, what is this thing on your neck?" Yasin suddenly stopped and looked at the shamate girl's neck collar, asking.
The strange collar on the shamate girl's neck had caught Yasin's attention the moment he entered.
This type of collar clearly had an unusual function.
"It's an electronic collar, a new invention of mine, a good thing."
At that moment, an Asian middle-aged man walked out of the room, smiling at Yasin with a hint of pride. "Young man, it seems you're quite interested in these things?"
"What does this electronic collar do?" Yasin calmly glanced at the Asian middle-aged man, smiling as he asked, "I really like these kinds of electronic gadgets."
"This is called a dog training collar. When you put it on a dog, you can use the remote to control the collar's tightness. Even from 500 meters away, you can instantly make the collar strangle your dog to death."
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