Apocalypse King: Recruiting S-Tier Beauties With My Ruler System
Chapter 113: The Sick Girl Liang Mei

Chapter 113: The Sick Girl Liang Mei

March 18th, 20xx — 2:36 PM

Zone 3A-Δ – Elevator to Fifth Floor – En route

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The syringe pulsed cold in my palm.

[Compound A-12]

[Active Stabilisation Window — 168 Hours Remaining]

[Target Injection Point: Gluteus Maximus — Max Absorption Efficiency]

Goddamn.

"Of course," I muttered.

Liang Mei blinked, still resting in my arms. "Hm?"

"Nothing."

I didn’t explain. There was no point.

The needle was long. Deep-black steel with an amber-gold vial glowing faintly at its core — humming with some quiet, alien pressure. Even without scanning it, I could tell it was potent. Just below S-tier. The kind of compound that could push back death... for a while.

She needed this.

But I hesitated.

Her weight rested lightly in my arms, like something borrowed from a softer world. Her heart still beat unevenly — I could feel it against my ribs. And when I looked down, she was watching the needle.

Her expression shifted — not fear, but dread.

"Is this... for me?"

"Yeah."

"...Does it go in my arm?"

I didn’t answer right away.

Instead, I opened the small box and showed her the needle’s tag.

[Injection Site: Glutaeal Region Only – Intramuscular]

Liang Mei read it.

Her face flushed immediately. Her entire body stiffened. She blinked rapidly, then lowered her eyes like she’d been caught doing something indecent.

Why would medicine to stabilise her heart need to be pushed into her rump?

I honestly felt the system was trying to push me towards these women, or maybe an annoying higher power was controlling this?

Maybe one day I would punch him...

Because he knew my inner desires and how much I enjoyed holding her buttocks while carrying the plump little sheep.

"...Oh."

"You can do it over your clothes," I offered.

She looked up at me again.

Then shook her head.

"If it’s for... my heart," she said quietly, "then it has to work."

She turned in my arms, slowly — like she was moving through water — and reached for her waistband.

My throat dried.

’What is this kind of scene...’

Her fingers trembled as she hooked them beneath the hem of her sweatpants and began tugging them down... just far enough. Just to expose the soft swell of her backside.

She wasn’t wearing anything underneath.

And that surprised me.

Pale skin, porcelain-like and smooth, was suddenly exposed beneath the low blue elevator lights. There was a faint warmth rising off her, and an almost imperceptible scent — sweet, subtle, like freshly peeled lychee and warm linen. Not perfume. Something natural.

My eyes lingered longer than they should have.

The cloth fell to her thighs, revealing everything as she made a cute sound.

I tried my best to avoid making it any worse for her.

The curve of her ass was fuller than I expected — rounded, plush, a quiet kind of softness that didn’t fit her usual modest silhouette. It jutted out slightly, creating a faint crease where her thigh met flesh. Faint peach fuzz caught the light near her lower back, where her shirt had ridden up just a little too far.

She clutched the front of her sweatshirt like it would protect her modesty.

And didn’t say a word.

I didn’t either.

Not at first.

I crouched slowly, knees grinding, one hand on her lower back to keep her steady.

She flinched.

"C-Cold..."

"Yeah."

I placed the tip of the syringe against the upper outer curve of her right cheek. She jumped again — the muscles twitching beneath her skin, buttocks tensing instinctively.

’I’m not aroused, this isn’t sexual... I cannot feel the heat from her crotch... nor smell it.’

"I haven’t—"

She bit her tongue.

I didn’t ask what she meant.

The issue was probably the wet beads dripping between her glossy crack... we hadn’t showered or had time to clean since rushing for the past night and day.

’It smells good though... a little thick...’

My thoughts became filled with filth as I tried to focus myself with a deep breath.

Her breathing hitched. Her eyes were squeezed shut. Her fingers clutched her sweatshirt tighter.

"I’m going to count to three," I said flatly.

"Okay."

I didn’t.

The needle pierced clean.

She gasped. High-pitched. Like a yelp swallowed mid-word.

Her fingers clenched tighter.

"Ah—!"

I pressed the plunger. Slowly.

The golden stabiliser surged inward. I could feel the warmth radiating beneath my palm as her body accepted it, muscles relaxing slightly under the spreading heat of the medicine. Her breath hitched again. This time slower. Shakier.

"It’s warm," she mumbled.

"Means it’s working."

She stayed frozen in place, still bent slightly forward. Her pants still down. Her hands still gripping her clothes.

I slid the syringe out.

She let out a breath like she’d been holding it the whole time.

"...Sorry," she whispered, still not turning around.

"For what?"

"I... I didn’t think it’d be like that."

I didn’t reply.

I reached forward and gently tugged her pants back up, covering the pale curve of her bare skin without a word. She stayed stiff until the waistband rested safely at her hips again.

She didn’t move. Just stood there, head slightly bowed.

"...I’m really not used to this kind of thing," she said quietly.

"I noticed."

But the red of her cheeks was quite cute, so I didn’t want her to feel too bad. "Me either... I’d never seen such a pretty behind before."

"W-What!?" She gasped and hit my chest with her palms, looking up at me while biting her lower lip, although she was mad... an angry sheep was still too soft.

"Haha, sorry. It’s the truth, though."

My words might have made her embarrassed, but it seemed to help her focus and get past the awkward moment. Though having a handsome face probably helped... if I were ugly, she’d probably have not even entertained the thought.

She let out a tiny laugh, barely more than a breath.

The elevator dinged again.

Fifth floor.

We stepped out without speaking.

"Thank you..."

What surprised me was that Liang Mei skipped out of the elevator, something she would never have done before.

The biggest benefit.

[Liang Mei feels jubilant from feeling no pain for the first time in years: Affection + 50]

[Liang Mei is shameful, and that you saw her before she could bathe: Affection -10]

[Liang Mei enjoyed the situation and cannot forget the warmth of your breath: Affection +30]

▼ Liang Mei can now be recruited.

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Liang Mei POV

March 18th, 20xx — 2:41 PM

Fifth Floor — Jiang Roulan’s Apartment——

I didn’t run.

But I might as well have.

As soon as the elevator doors closed behind him, my legs started wobbling. My knees were weak. My face felt like it had been dipped in boiling tea, and my fingers were so stiff I could barely get the apartment door open.

The moment I stepped inside the strange woman Jiang Roulan’s room, I leaned back against the wall and let out the breath I’d been holding.

She guided me to a spare room, where I collapsed on a small makeshift bed.

My hands flew to my cheeks.

"Oh no... oh no..."

I’d shown him everything.

My bottom. My thighs. Even... down there.

He saw it.

I mean—of course, he saw it. I was the one who... who pulled down my pants! But it wasn’t supposed to go like that! I didn’t think they would fall! I thought he’d... I don’t know, inject it through the gap of my pants or something? Or maybe he’d at least close his eyes—

Why didn’t I ask him to close his eyes?!

I curled down onto my knees in front of the bed, burying my face in the sheets. My heart wasn’t pounding anymore, and that was the strangest thing. I was blushing so hard I felt dizzy, but my chest wasn’t tight. No sharp pulses. No shortness of breath. Just... warmth.

Gentle. Full.

It didn’t even hurt when I cried.

Just a few tears.

Silly ones.

I pulled my hood up and sniffled into my sleeves.

What must he think of me now? I was supposed to be polite. Modest. Not... some girl who drops her pants in an elevator and bends over like—

"Ughhhh..."

I smacked my forehead softly against the mattress.

But still... when he touched me, he was so careful. He didn’t say anything mean. He didn’t laugh. He pulled my pants back up and didn’t look at me weird afterwards.

And he even said I was... pretty.

My fingers curled in my lap.

I know he didn’t mean it like that... but still.

It made my stomach feel strange.

In a good way.

Maybe I’m a little strange, too.

But... is it really so bad to want him to hold me again?

Just once more?

Maybe longer next time...

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