Beautiful Survivor
Xiao Yi froze for a split second, but there was no time to think. He darted back a few steps and, without hesitation, spun around and retreated into the room.
Bam!
The door slammed shut behind him.
Xiao Yi let out a long sigh of relief, as if a massive weight had lifted from his shoulders.
In that moment, with his current abilities, breaking out through the horde was next to impossible. If the zombies surrounded him, he was as good as dead.
One-on-one against these freakish undead? Not a problem. But two fists couldn't beat four hands. Once they swarmed him, those rabid bastards would close in, and a single bite or scratch meant instant infection—no cure, no mercy. He'd turn into one of them.
"Y-you... who are you? Are you okay? You didn't get hurt by the zombies, did you?" A timid, wary woman's voice rang out.
Xiao Yi wiped the cold sweat from his brow and took a deep breath, steadying himself from the panic. "I'm fine. No injuries. Thank you so much for saving me!"
He turned to face her.
And in the next instant, Xiao Yi was utterly stunned.
This woman stirred something deep inside him—an inexplicable sense of closeness, a wave of familiarity that washed over him unbidden.
Chestnut curls framing her face, a straight, elegant nose, piercing blue eyes, long lashes, full red lips, a tall, perfectly sculpted body... and those plump, snowy breasts peeking out as she bent forward.
This was no stranger. It was Stephanie Seymour—his mother from the parallel second world!
Xiao Yi's jaw dropped in shock as he stared at this otherworldly version of his mother, a strange connection humming in the air between them, like fate's invisible thread.
It was only 1993. Stephanie was just 25, her first son Andy Brandt—his second-world self—not even born yet. She was a rising supermodel, on the cusp of stardom.
Her body was youthful and taut, her wheat-toned skin smooth and glowing, her beauty nation-toppling, her vitality bursting with the freshness of youth. She was sexy and alluring, yet carried an innocent charm that made you want to cherish and protect her.
This Stephanie Seymour was the same woman, yet worlds apart from the one in the second world. One exuded big-sister allure; the other, mature housewife sensuality.
But both shared that fatal temptation for men: stunning looks, a killer figure, and an effortless, soul-stealing charm.
At any age, she drove them wild, obsessed.
If Xiao Yi remembered right, around this age, she'd been ranked the world's second most beautiful woman.
Seeing her in the flesh like this, he'd never truly grasped what a real temptress looked like.
Her beauty was secondary, really. It was that aura, that magnetic pull that hooked your soul.
He had to admit—he was smitten.
And just like him, Stephanie froze too.
Staring at this unfamiliar Asian man, an urge surged through her: to pull him into a tight embrace, stroke his hair tenderly, hold him close and sob her heart out.
The feeling grew stronger, an instinctive impulse she couldn't suppress.
She hadn't had children yet, so she didn't recognize it for what it was: pure maternal love.
"Thank God! I finally found you!"
Stephanie couldn't hold back anymore. Half a month alone in this hellhole had worn her down with fear and isolation, shattering her defenses.
She threw her arms around Xiao Yi, peppering his cheeks with kisses as soft sobs escaped her lips. At 170 cm, his head nestled perfectly into her embrace, resting against her shoulder.
His arms felt the softness of her chest, the pert peaks pressing against him. From his angle, he had a crystal-clear view down her top: those full, snowy orbs.
A faint urge stirred in him—to lean down, capture one of those pink nipples in his mouth, and suckle greedily.
But no. This was their first meeting in this world, and she'd just saved his life. Acting like a thug on his benefactor? Even in the apocalypse, that was beastly.
Besides... in the other world, they were mother and son.
Xiao Yi wrapped his arms around her, gently patting her perky ass and slender waist, soothing her with genuine care.
Innocent enough at first. But the moment his hands circled that toned, athletic waist and brushed her firm, round cheeks, heat flooded his body.
Plump, full, bouncy, upturned, silky smooth, exquisitely tender...
An indescribable bliss.
He swore—this was the ultimate bee waist and peach ass. Nothing else came close.
S-curve perfection, wheat-golden skin shimmering like dew-kissed silk.
The feel of it was intoxicating, maddening.
If Nicole Kidman was the elegant, graceful beauty, Stephanie was pure sex goddess.
Imagine spanking and groping an ass like this while plunging your cock into the slick heat between... Xiao Yi knew he'd lose his mind, get hooked for life.
The thought made his crotch throb, hardening against something soft and yielding. Pure comfort.
Stephanie felt it too—the hard prod against her. Realization dawned in a flash, flushing her cheeks crimson. A weird guilt snapped her out of her emotional haze.
"S-sorry... I've been trapped here for over half a month. I was so scared. Seeing you got me too worked up!"
She bit her lip shyly, wiping her tears with a happy smile. "You must be starving, right? I have food and water!"
With that, she spun around and bent over to rummage in the freezer.
The sight nearly made Xiao Yi's nose gush blood!
Black skin-tight shorts hugged her lower half, a white athletic jacket up top.
In that bent-over twist, her full, round ass outlined perfectly through the leather— a deep cleft above, a tantalizing valley below...
Plump cheeks and swollen mound in sharp relief.
The pose sparked endless filthy fantasies.