Apocalypse King: Recruiting S-Tier Beauties With My Ruler System
Chapter 132: Shen Yifei’s First Orgasm [R18]

Chapter 132: Shen Yifei’s First Orgasm [R18]

That’s why... just for now, just a little bit... I would drown in her gentle warmth.

For both herself and me.

Yifei shifted in my lap, her thighs tightening around my waist. Her breath came faster against my neck, lips brushing my skin without kissing. She wasn’t teasing. Just holding on.

My hand moved to her back, slow and steady.

Yifei trembled as I kissed her again. She parted her lips slowly, and I could feel the heat of her mouth. Not rushed. Just needy. Our mouths moved like they were learning each other — tongue brushing tongue, wet sounds filling the quiet space.

I found the clasp behind her shoulder blades and unhooked it in one motion. Her arms stayed around me for a moment before she let go, just enough for the straps to slide down.

She didn’t cover herself.

Her bra dropped to the floor.

Her skin was soft, flushed, and warm. My hands found her sides, palms dragging upward until I cupped her chest—not grabbing, not pawing. Just holding. Her chest rose and fell faster beneath my fingers, and her eyes fluttered halfway shut as my thumbs brushed over her nipples.

"Okay?" I asked.

She nodded — barely.

I leaned in and kissed the top of her breast, then lower. Her hands trembled on my shoulders, but she didn’t push me away. Her knees pulled in tighter around my hips, grinding slowly now, underwear damp enough that I could feel the heat through both layers.

Her breasts weren’t large, but they were soft, perfectly fitting in my hands with a smooth, pale skin that blushed a faint pink, nipples stiff from contact and maybe tension. I touched them carefully at first, cupping both, watching her reactions.

Her breath hitched.

Then I squeezed, thumbs brushing her nipples.

Yifei whimpered.

Not loud. Not high. Just a broken little exhale that let me know she wanted more.

She reached between us.

She reached between us.

Her fingers were slow, unsure. Not from fear — from need. She fumbled with my waistband, breathing harder now, forehead still resting against mine. I helped her, one hand covering hers, guiding her as we pulled my cock free together.

It slapped up against her stomach — hard, veined, flushed dark with heat. Yifei gasped.

She didn’t speak. Just looked down, wide-eyed, her mouth parted.

I reached for her soaked panties and pressed two fingers against the front.

She flinched.

"Already this wet?" I murmured.

Her face burned. She didn’t look away.

"I... I couldn’t stop."

I dragged the fabric aside, slid my fingers lower, between her soft folds. She was drenched. Warm and throbbing around my hand. I didn’t tease — I pushed two fingers inside, slow but firm, curling them against her walls.

"Aa-ah... John—"

She clung to my shoulders, knees trembling on either side of me as I worked my fingers deeper. Every motion was deliberate — slow thrusts, curling pressure. I slid across her clit with my thumb, the soft, pulsing nub with tight circles.

Yifei let out a sharp moan, before covering her lips, blushing red, before dropping her face into my shoulder as she bit down softly to muffle the sound.

"You don’t have to hold it in."

"I-it’s too much..."

I pushed deeper and curled my fingers against her soft walls.

Her thighs squeezed tighter around me, shaking her body with each stroke. She was dripping down my hand, her pussy clenching on my fingers like it didn’t want to let go.

"Fuck... you’re tight."

I pulled back and slapped her clit lightly with my fingers.

She yelped. "Ah—!"

Her lovely moan revealed something...

Then again. Slap. Slap. Wet smacks as her arousal coated my hand.

"You like that?"

She shook her head, but her hips rolled against my palm.

"You sure?" I asked, thumb returning to her clit, rubbing harder now, watching her twitch with every stroke. "Because your pussy’s squeezing like it does."

"John—! Don’t say that—"

I pressed my mouth to her ear.

"Say it. Say you like the way I finger your soaked cunt."

She whimpered. Her breath hitched. Her legs were shaking now, her whole body leaning into mine.

"Say it."

"I... I like it—" she gasped. "I like the way you—aaah—fuck me with your fingers."

Her voice broke on the last word.

I didn’t stop.

Kept fingering her harder, faster now, fingers curling up inside her, thumb grinding her swollen clit. Her hot sights became louder, breathless and desperate.

She clung to me tightly while digging her nails into my back.

Her cunt was fluttering around my fingers, wetter than before, her thighs trembling violently.

"I—John—I’m—"

She tensed.

Then she came.

Hard.

Her whole body convulsed, pussy pulsing around my fingers in tight, frantic squeezes as she cried out into my shoulder. Her cum spilled down my wrist, hot and messy, soaking my palm and dripping onto my lap.

I held her.

Didn’t say anything.

Just kept my fingers deep inside until the shaking stopped, until her body slumped against mine.

She was panting now. Face flushed. Hair sticking to her cheeks. Still twitching slightly as I slowly pulled my hand free with a wet noise.

She looked down, saw the mess on my hand, and bit her lip.

"That... wasn’t fair," she whispered, voice raw.

I licked her taste from my fingers.

Then I grabbed her ass with both hands and lifted her slightly — cock twitching beneath her, nudging between her soaked lips.

"You want fair?"

I looked her in the eye.

"Suck it."

With a wet slap, I stood before her and slapped my cock against her face. My bulbous, wet tip pushed against her cheek... deforming the soft meat, letting my precum smear across her smooth skin.

"Suck it."

With a wet slap, I stood before her and slapped my cock against her face. The weight of it hit her cheek, smack, again and again. My swollen tip smeared precum across her skin, glistening lines streaking down from her cheekbone to her jaw.

Yifei didn’t speak.

Her lips parted slightly — just enough.

I pushed the head of my cock against her mouth, letting it sink against her lips.

"Open wider."

She obeyed, tongue sliding out with a trembling breath.

Shlick...

I pushed in — slow at first — until her lips wrapped around the head. Her mouth was warm. Wet. She groaned as I held her there, not moving, just resting the weight of it on her tongue.

Gllck... slrp...

She started sucking — hesitant at first, then deeper.

I watched her eyes flutter as she took more. Her nose bumped into my stomach. Drool leaked from the corner of her mouth.

Ghlck... ghlck... gllp...

"Take it," I said, gripping the sides of her head. "You can cry if you need to, but don’t stop."

"Mnngf—ghlp!—haa—shlrk!..."

Her spit clung to me in thick ropes as I began to thrust.

Slow at first and gradually gaining speed, faster and faster.

Ghlk! Ghlk! Ghlk!

Her eyes rolled back. Tears welled in the corners. Her hands gripped my thighs for balance as I fucked her mouth with wet, brutal strokes. The sounds were obscene — her throat convulsing, sloppy suction, spit splattering onto her chest with every thrust.

Thump-thump — her knees hit the floor.

Slrp... shhlk... glck—glk!

She gagged and looked up at me in tears, so I brushed them away with my thumb.

But she didn’t pull away.

Her face turned red as I pushed deeper, forcing her nose flush to my skin. Her throat flexed around the head, struggling to keep it inside.

"Look at you," I muttered. "So cute, and lovely."

She moaned — even with my cock down her throat.

"Mmn—mnnghh—glck!—mmph—slrrrp!..."

I held her there, throat bulging, lips stretched wide.

Pop.

I pulled out. A thick line of spit clung to the tip, stretching from Yifei’s tongue to my cock.

Something about Shen Yifei ignited my passion, desire, and I wanted to make her cry, to squeal... nothing like Mu Qinglan or Jiang Roulan... a special... dark feeling.

As a bubble formed from her nose, I could only grin.

I gripped the base, stroking once, twice.

Yifei blinked up at me, dazed and broken, mouth still open, tongue hanging out as drool dripped from her chin in thick strings. Her face was flushed, her eyes glassy, throat still twitching like it was trying to swallow something that wasn’t there anymore.

"Good girl..." I whispered, voice low, almost affectionate.

Then I came.

Spurt— the first thick rope splattered across her cheek, streaking up to her eye.

Spurt—spurt—spurt!

Each shot hit her with a wet slap — painting her lips, her nose, her forehead. One strand clung to her eyelashes, another dripped slowly from the corner of her mouth.

"Fuck... Yifei."

She didn’t flinch. Didn’t wipe it off.

Her eyes fluttered half-shut as my cum oozed down her chin, pooling between her tits. A final twitch of my cock left a weak trail across her collarbone.

She stayed there.

Covered.

Used.

Smiling faintly — and breathless.

"...Am I your favourite yet?" she whispered, cum sliding off her lip with a soft drip.

I leaned down and brushed the semen from her lips, and kissed her lightly, right between the mess.

"You’re getting there."