Parallel World- an Apocalypse Hero

"Boom!"

 Jonathan raised his foot and kicked the wooden door. 

This door was not as sturdy as the one at Carter's house. With all his strength, Jonathan kicked it open. 

The scene before him was shocking. 

On the bed lay the maid, Natasha, her snow-white, curvaceous body exposed. Her ample breasts trembled with every movement, and her lips were covered by a man's hand—a man whose face showed nothing but pleasure. 

It was Jimmy's security captain, Sean. His muscular body moved with force as he thrust desperately into Natasha, his large frame exuding raw power. With each thrust, Natasha's juices coated his skin, a sign of their frenzied passion. 

Just as they were reaching climax, Jonathan burst in, holding a video recorder. 

The moment froze. Natasha let out a panicked scream. 

"Oh, shit!"

 Sean cursed, his body convulsing. 

Under Jonathan's sudden intrusion, both of them climaxed in shock. Natasha's fluids gushed onto Sean's thick thighs, while the condom he wore bulged with his release. 

"Sean,"

 Jonathan said coolly, his tone laced with menace, *"if I remember correctly, you're a married man. You have a lovely 13-year-old daughter. You and your wife are known for being deeply in love. You've always been seen as a devoted father, haven't you?"* 

He shut the door behind him and continued coldly, *"As for you, Natasha, your relationship with my father is no secret to either Sean or me."* 

Jonathan took two steps forward, picking up the pistol Sean had dropped. With practiced ease, he disengaged the safety and pointed it directly at Sean's head. 

"I think you both understand what this means. If my father finds out what you've been doing in his house… well, you know exactly what the consequences will be."

His voice was icy, devoid of emotion.

"Especially you, Sean. You, of all people, should know better than anyone what my father did to me." 

Despite his background in the U.S. Special Forces, Sean had never truly experienced the horrors of real battle. He had never even killed a man. 

Although Sean had received top-tier security training and systematic instruction, his mental fortitude was not necessarily stronger than Jonathan's—especially after Jonathan had survived an apocalypse and fought off zombies. 

From James' memories, Jonathan knew that as Sean aged, his courage had dwindled. He had become increasingly cautious, much like the middle-aged men Jonathan had known in his past life—burdened with worries and responsibilities. 

Jimmy trusted Sean completely. After all, Sean had a wife and child, a respectable job, and a solid income. More importantly, he was shackled by a massive mortgage—owing over a million dollars. His child's elite private school tuition also drained a fortune. 

If Sean were to lose his job over a scandal like this, he wouldn't just forfeit his six-figure salary—he would also be blacklisted from the security industry. 

And Jimmy had more than enough leverage over him. 

Sean knew this all too well. Jimmy held countless secrets that could ruin him, and that was precisely why Jimmy had full confidence in Sean's loyalty. He entrusted him not only with his family's security but also with handling the dirtiest of tasks. 

Sean also understood that if Jimmy ever discovered he had slept with his woman, the consequences would be dire. At best, he'd lose his prestigious job and his family. At worst, an enraged Jimmy could strip him of everything—his reputation, his freedom, even his life. 

Living under Jimmy's oppressive shadow for so long, both Sean and Natasha were well aware of his ruthless nature. If provoked, he wouldn't hesitate to destroy them. 

"No… Young Master James… please… I beg you!"

 Natasha clutched her ample, snow-white breasts, her voluptuous figure even more enticing as she tried to conceal herself. 

No wonder even someone like Sean had succumbed to temptation, risking everything just to sleep with her. 

If it had been another man in his place, he might have been even more pathetic. 

At the very least, Jonathan could feel himself getting hard. 

"You... what do you want me to do to help us keep this secret?" Sean looked at the thirteen-year-old boy in front of him, his face dark and grim. The youthful yet strikingly handsome features made Sean feel an unsettling mix of strangeness and fear. 

He had intended to intimidate James, just as he had done before—scaring him into silence and forcing him to keep their secret. 

But this time, Sean didn't dare. 

Because at this moment, James seemed like a completely different person. The cold, black muzzle of a pistol was now pressed against Sean's head. 

James was only thirteen. Even if he pulled the trigger, with the power of Jimmy's family and Monica's connections, Sean was certain the boy wouldn't even see the inside of a jail cell. 

After all, he had watched James grow up! 

He never imagined that James would threaten him like this! 

At this moment, Sean felt as if James had been possessed by the devil, filling him with fear. 

"The video of the two of you cheating will stay with me for now," James said coldly. "As long as you both behave, I can guarantee that no one—aside from the three of us—will ever know about this." 

He reached out and caressed Natasha's plump, full breasts, feeling their soft warmth beneath his fingertips. Then, his voice turned icy. "However, if you dare to go against my wishes, I can promise you both will die a very ugly death." 

With that, James stood up and flashed an innocent smile at Sean. " Sean, I'll be keeping this gun of yours for now. Don't worry, I won't make you do anything unreasonable. But for now, go outside and buy me a chainsaw. Here's $1,000—consider the extra money your errand fee." 

"Y-Yes..." Sean stammered, staring at James as if he were looking at a demon. One moment, he was cold and terrifying; the next, he seemed innocent, kind, even charming. Sean's heart pounded, and his hands trembled involuntarily. 

How could a person change so drastically in an instant? 

What kind of demon is this? 

James is only 13 years old! 

He's just a child! 

And yet now… he has become so… evil! 

From James' expression just now, Sean could not, no matter what, imagine that all of this was something a thirteen-year-old child could do! 

Sean started to wonder in his heart—was James just now possessed by an evil spirit? 

"Hurry up and put on your clothes, you two. You're setting a bad example for an innocent, underage kid like me!" Jonathan glanced at his watch—there were still one hour and twenty minutes left. "Sean, I'm only giving you one hour. Within that time, you must bring me back a chainsaw! Also, don't forget to get me some steaks, bread, compressed biscuits, anti-inflammatory medicine, a first-aid kit, and drinking water. Thanks!" 

Sean's face was stiff with embarrassment. He hurriedly put on his clothes, his expression dark, and without a moment's pause, he turned, opened the door, and strode away. 

He dared not underestimate this young master for even a second! 

Just now, from James Carter, he had felt a devilish kind of evil and cruelty.

Intuition told him that James-Carter, despite being only thirteen years old, was capable of anything.

As Sean closed the door and left, Jonathan gave a faint smile and turned to look at Natasha, who was still trembling on the bed, clutching the snow-white sheet tightly around herself.

Her figure was undeniably alluring—voluptuous and irresistibly seductive. Smooth, fair skin, a firm and curvaceous body, full, ample breasts, and the rounded hips that European and American men so often admired.

No wonder Jimmy and Sean had been utterly entranced by her.