Apocalypse King: Recruiting S-Tier Beauties With My Ruler System
Chapter 114: The Suble Changes in Jiang Roulan

Chapter 114: The Suble Changes in Jiang Roulan

John (POV)

March 18th, 20xx — 2:49 PM

Zone 3A-Δ – Fifth Floor — Jiang Roulan’s Apartment

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The lights were low.

Not dim like mood lighting — just lived-in, soft, like she’d chosen the setting to make it feel like home. The air smelled faintly of warm dust, old furniture, and beer. A gentle sort of silence sat between us, not awkward, not tense.

Liang Mei wasn’t here.

I noticed her shoes near the wall — already inside. Roulan must’ve tucked her into the side room to get some rest.

That left just us.

Roulan moved toward the kitchenette without a word. Her loose t-shirt hung from her back, the fabric sliding over the outline of her shoulder blades as she reached into a small storage crate. Her shorts were loose at the waist and tight around her ass and thighs — enough to show skin but not show off.

’She’s much bigger than Liang Mei...’

If Liang Mei was a soft peach... then Jiang Roulan was two fluffy pillows stuffed into her shorts...

Casual. Confident. Controlled.

Her hair was damp, wavy, swept into a loose side tie that rested near her collarbone.

Not regulation. Not even close.

I leaned against the back of the couch and watched her pop two cans of beer.

The soft tsshh echoed in the silence, followed by the low clink of metal as she dropped one in front of me.

"Drink," she said simply.

I caught it before it toppled.

She slid into the seat across from me, beer in hand, legs folded beneath her like she’d done this a hundred times before. Like this wasn’t the first real moment we’d had alone since I returned.

"You missed dinner," she said, sipping. "Twice."

"I wasn’t hungry."

"Liar."

She looked at me over the edge of her can. A half-smile played at her lips — small, sharp, knowing.

"And don’t pretend you didn’t stare just now. I saw your eyes."

"You wore that on purpose."

"Of course I did." Her smile deepened.

She leaned forward across the table. Her arms folded beneath her chest, squishing her melons together. Not trying to show off, but the shirt dipped just enough to draw the eye.

"I’ve been wearing stuffy clothes for days. Let me enjoy cotton for a night."

I took a sip of the beer. It was cold. Bitter. And good.

But I kept drinking.

"You still owe me an answer," she murmured, watching me. "About what you missed more — the base... or me."

Her question was amusing. "As if that’s fair."

My answer sat in the silence.

She didn’t wait for it.

She got up.

Came around the table.

And slid down into my lap like it was a seat meant for her.

Warm. Weighty. Familiar.

"You don’t have to say it," she whispered, arms wrapping loosely around my neck. Her breath tickled my ear.

"I already know."

There was something different about Roulan. From the moment I came back, it almost felt like she guessed something had happened. I didn’t know if she spoke to Qinglan. But Roulan’s efforts to touch me increased.

Though I wanted to start working on the base... this moment was too calming.

She settled into my lap like she belonged there.

Weighty. Confident. Her thighs rested across mine, warm through the thin fabric of her shorts. Her arms looped around my neck, but loose, not clinging. She didn’t act shy. Didn’t look away. She just stared at me, her eyes that deep shade of dusk brown.

Close enough to kiss.

"I didn’t expect the kiss," I said.

"That’s a lie too."

I smirked. "You’ve gotten bolder."

"You left," she said softly. "I didn’t like it."

"You told me to go."

"And you were supposed to say no."

I looked at her—not as the second-in-command of our base, not as the rational woman who rationed ammo and snapped orders—but as someone raw beneath the shell. Slightly flushed. Breathing a little harder.

"I wasn’t gone long."

"It felt long."

Roulan brushed her hands under my shirt and started rubbing the surface of my muscles with her smooth fingertips, with a smile on her face. There was something strange... something different about her from before I left.

Not just playfulness.

Not just relief.

Something closer to desperation, wearing a smile.

"...I know about you and Mu Qinglan," she whispered. "You don’t have to lie."

I didn’t respond.

She leaned her forehead against mine.

"I don’t blame you. But I hated it. Hated that she got to touch you first." Her voice dropped. "Hated that you didn’t come back smelling like me."

I could feel it — her jealousy didn’t burn. It simmered. Like a pan of hot milk bubbling and rising with each moment we spoke.

"And now?"

"Now..." Her fingers dug into my chest a little harder. "Now I want to fix it."

Her hips shifted. Just a little. A small movement — but deliberate. The heat of her crotch pressed directly against mine, she wasn’t hiding anything, as her lips touched my neck. A warm, sweet air was blowing down my chest.

"Did it feel good?"

She wasn’t trying to be the ’cool’ one.

"You’ve been mine longer," she said.

"I never belonged to anyone."

"But you keep coming back to me."

Her fingers slid into my hair. Her lips hovered just beside my ear. Her body pressed closer, soft in the right places, firm in the others. Her thighs tightened slightly as her breath slowed.

"...Do you know how many times I dreamed of this moment?"

I grabbed her hips and steadied her movement, the soft sensation causing me to become half-erect... this wasn’t the Jiang Roulan I knew, but did I know her that well before?

"How many?"

"Too many."

Before I could react... She kissed me.

Not like Jiang Roulan, the police officer. Not like Jiang Roulan, the leader.

Like a woman who’d run out of ways to say she wanted me.

It was hot. Messy. Moist...

The soft, slippery sensation as her tongue pushed into my lips, wrapping around mine, with a wet pop.

I returned her kiss. Rougher than I meant to.

My lips wrapped around her tongue and sucked gently.

The taste of her saliva was delicious. I found myself wanting more.

Her fingers fisted my hair, dragging a low noise from her throat — somewhere between a sigh and a growl.

"You’re so frustrating..." she muttered, breathless, straddling me tighter now. "You act like you don’t know just how much I need this. Then kiss me like that..."

I didn’t stop her.

And she didn’t ask permission.

She tugged her shirt over her head. Slowly. Seductively.

No bra. Just flushed skin, rising and falling with shallow breaths.

Her huge breasts, round... bouncy and tanned with light pink tips that protruded slightly.

"I don’t want to be second," she whispered. "Not tonight."

Roulan’s shirt was gone.

She pressed herself against me, chest bare and warm, breath hot against my neck. Her legs wrapped around me as she held me in place. Her skin looked glossy with her sweat and the faint light along her collarbone. Her mouth found mine again — messy, slow, wanting — as her fingers curled around my waistband.

And then—

Click.

The sound of the door.

Roulan froze mid-movement.

I didn’t have to look to know.

The weight in the room shifted.

Mu Qinglan stood just inside the doorway. She didn’t speak. She didn’t move.

Her black combat vest clung tight to her chest, undone at the front, revealing the curve of her tank top beneath. Dust streaked her pants and gloves. Her long black hair, tied back in its usual tail, was slightly wind-tangled, like she hadn’t stopped moving since I left her last.

Mu Qinglan stood in the doorway.

Her black combat uniform was unzipped halfway, revealing the black tank top beneath — sweat-damp against her skin, clinging to her sharp frame. Her boots were still laced, her gloves unremoved. She’d come straight here.

Her ice-blue eyes locked onto Roulan’s naked back.

Then trailed downward.

Then up to me.

Her lips didn’t twitch. Her voice didn’t crack.

"...Hah."

It wasn’t a question. Just amusement sharpened into a dagger.

Roulan started to move — maybe to cover herself — but stopped.

Too late.

Qinglan had already seen everything.

And she was already smiling.

But it wasn’t kind.

"You really couldn’t wait, could you?" Mu said softly, her voice like still water over glass. "You were that desperate?"

Roulan’s fingers tightened slightly.

Mu stepped further in. The door hissed closed behind her.

"Tell me, Roulan," she continued, cocking her head. "Did it feel better pretending this was the first time... or knowing I already took it from you earlier today?"

"Shut up."

"Hm. That’s not a no."

Roulan shifted in my lap, trying to sit taller — but she couldn’t. Not under Mu’s stare.

Not when she knew.

Mu’s gloved hand rose to her collar, casually tugging the zipper lower. Not all the way. Just enough to reveal the countless dark bruises, kiss marks and things remaining from the night we spent together.

Her smile was thinner now.

"I didn’t know you were the type to beg after sloppy seconds."

"Qinglan—" I said, but she held up a hand.

"I’m not mad. Why would I be?" Her eyes didn’t leave Roulan. "We’re all just surviving. Some of us just... get there first."

Her eyes narrowed — not angry. Just cold.

"I’ll be in my room. When you’re done fucking her come home to me, John."

Then she turned, her hips swaying in tight control, and walked out.

The door didn’t slam.

Because she won.

Her lips curled into a wicked smile as she left like a queen.

I couldn’t deny she looked extremely sexy either.

And Roulan... She stayed right there on my lap.

But now her fingers trembled.

’Man... dealing with several women is so annoying.’

A man’s brain was simple, and right now, I could only think of a threesome with both of them.

’Ah... I am scum, but I don’t care!’

First, I would deal with Jiang Roulan, because she didn’t have the mental state to endure.