Nicole's Transformation
Human nature was truly wondrous. In this lawless apocalypse where the strong reigned supreme, humanity's innate tendencies were exposed without restraint.
It was almost laughable.
Just moments ago, he'd fucked someone's wife to orgasm right in front of her husband. Not long before, he was the devil in that couple's eyes—the enemy they plotted together to take down.
And now, the husband wanted to kill his own slutty wife, while she begged this devil for protection.
Human nature is inherently evil. No doubt about it!
"Mmff!! Mmmph mmmph!!!"
Tom Cruise stared at his lovely wife, naked and cowering in another man's arms, gazing at him in terror. The Chinese man's hand was still wantonly kneading his wife's breasts. The crushing humiliation and hatred drowned out even the searing pain in his leg. His eyes bloodshot like a feral wolf's, he glared death at Nicole.
He didn't hate the Chinese man in front of him. He hated his wife!
"Mr. Cruise, my superstar friend, what do you want to say?"
Xiao Yi stood, feigning concern as he pulled the pink panties from Tom Cruise's mouth. Then, with amiable kindness, he slipped them over Tom Cruise's handsome head and patted it gently. "Your wife is delicious. Her pussy is the most exquisite cunt I've ever fucked! I'm so envious—you've got such a beautiful, slutty wife!"
"Shit!!! You bitch!! Slut!! Whore!! I'll kill you!! You rotten cunt, letting that filthy Chinese pig fuck you right in front of me! You make me sick!! Sick!!! You make me wanna puke! You whore! Die screaming!!"
Tom Cruise's hysterical howls echoed through the hall, setting off another frenzy among the zombies outside.
It was clear: Tom Cruise had plunged into utter madness.
No man could stomach such betrayal and shame!
Especially not the supremely arrogant international superstar Tom Cruise.
When he saw his beloved wife hiding behind the Chinese man he despised, trembling in fear of him, Tom Cruise's heart shattered completely.
He hated his own powerlessness, Nicole's cheap sluttiness, and this goddamn apocalypse!
The end times had stripped him of everything. Now, they trampled his last scraps of love and dignity underfoot!
Rage and hatred shredded his composure and polish. In this moment, he was just an ordinary man, puppeted by fury.
He wanted only to kill the woman who'd humiliated him so utterly!
"Mrs. Bruce, you just begged me to spare your husband. I'm very pleased with your performance. Your love moves me deeply. Sure, you hurt my feelings, but out of respect for your touching romance, I'll make it happen for you! Here—I'll just take back my food and water, then be on my way. The place is all yours. Enjoy your romantic twosome!"
Xiao Yi turned, stroking Nicole's silky blonde hair like he would a obedient bitch's, a smile on his lips.
"No! Don't..."
Nicole Kidman panicked, eyes darting from Xiao Yi's back as he headed to the kitchen... to her husband, who glared at her with a face twisted in savagery.
Outside, zombie shadows danced across the curtains, their ravenous roars rising and falling.
The chainsaw-ravaged security door shuddered under frantic pounding—"Bang bang!"—propped only by the shoe cabinet. It felt like it could give way any second.
"Tom... I was forced... He has a gun... He could've killed us anytime! I did it so we could survive... It's the apocalypse. If we just hold on, the National Guard will come... My sacrifice was for us... I gave myself up to protect you! You'll understand... right?"
Tears streamed down Nicole Kidman's face as she pleaded desperately with her mad-as-a-hatter husband.
"Heh! Hahaha!"
Tom Cruise laughed through his rage, then seemed to regain his calm.
He stopped thrashing, fixing Nicole Kidman with an icy stare.
He could feel his leg still oozing blood, the pain like knives twisting in his chest.
In this apocalypse—no meds, no food or water, hordes of zombies outside—with a leg like this, he was dead meat!
Now, he just wanted to drag these dog-fuckers down with him, wash away his shame!
He couldn't take the armed Chinese bastard, but this sleazy whore? He could throttle her, make her keep him company in hell!
"Nicole, untie the ropes. I was too hot-headed before."
Tom Cruise said coldly. "Since he's letting us go, we'll stick together and survive. Hurry up—untie me!"
Meeting those frozen eyes, Nicole Kidman's hand hovered in mid-air.
She realized it too.
Her husband had been good to her. In the old world, no one more reliable than a man who loved you.
But that was then.
Now, one leg was ruined!
And she'd climaxed with their enemy—right in front of him!
The villa's food...
Nicole Kidman glanced toward the kitchen. The domineering Chinese man was packing up all their supplies.
No food. No water. No meds. Horrid zombies at the door.
Dragging a crippled man...
No chance of survival!
Tom Cruise's gaze terrified her. His eyes brimmed with murder.
No matter what, her fate was sealed: tortured to death by her husband, starved or thirsted into oblivion... or ripped apart by the zombies outside, gulped down in chunks.
Any way she died, it'd hurt. It'd be miserable!
That wasn't her style!
She had to live... properly...
Even if it meant...
Becoming that domineering Chinese man's sex slave...