Apocalypse King: Recruiting S-Tier Beauties With My Ruler System
Chapter 134: Popping Yifei’s Cherry [R18]

Chapter 134: Popping Yifei’s Cherry [R18]

Yifei lay sprawled across the centre of the bed.

She looked up at me with her big blue eyes, softly breathing through her nose while looking vulnerable, but determined.

Not anymore.

Her thighs were still damp from the shower, the trail of her orgasm glistening faintly where it clung between her legs. She didn’t cover herself or even try. Nor did she ask what came next.

I leaned over her.

She closed her eyes.

Our lips met again — slow, deep, her breath caught halfway through the kiss as I slid my hand up her side and cupped her breast, skin-to-skin.

"Hnn... John..."

She whispered it into my mouth.

I kissed her again, this time softer. Her fingers curled into my shoulders. Her legs opened with no need to be told, one knee rising, the towel falling from her body entirely. She was already bare beneath me, flushed and slick and trembling.

Then she asked me in a small and lovely voice.

"I-It’s going to hurt, isn’t it...?"

I paused.

Looked her in the eye.

"I’ll be gentle."

She nodded before brushing my cheeks with her delicate fingers. Yifei’s eyes locked with mine, and it seemed she didn’t want to miss a single moment.

"...Okay."

I reached down, guiding my cock to her entrance.

She felt so warm.

So soft.

So tight.

I pushed forward slowly — the tip spreading her open, parting her wet lips inch by inch.

But she didn’t pull away.

"Ha—hhhnn..."

I paused when I reached resistance — shallow, firm. Yifei’s first and final barrier.

Her virginity, that thin veil of flesh... barely visible even if you looked for it.

She swallowed.

"...Do it."

I kissed her again—slow, warm, steady—then reached down and guided myself to her entrance.

Her thighs twitched beneath me, skin damp and sensitive. The scent of soap, sweat, and something raw filled the space between us. Her breath caught.

I pressed forward.

Shlup.

"Ah—!"

Her body jerked under me, legs stiffening as I pushed past the tight, untouched barrier. Her moist heat clamped down on me, squeezing around me, fluttering. The sound of her gasp echoed soft and sharp against the quiet air, like I had punched her chest.

Her face turned to the side. Fingernails bit into the sheet.

I stopped thrusting and looked down, while enjoying the feeling of Yifei’s quivering ass and her insides tightly churning around my cock.

Yifei’s breath sounded like hiccups, and her face flushed as drops of water clung to her hairline from the shower, dripping down her body, forming an erotic picture.

"H-Haa... it hurts a little... ahh... but... don’t stop. Just... stay like that for a second... nn—haah..."

I kissed her temple. Her skin tasted faintly of soap and salt.

The inside of her pulsed around me—tight, twitching, impossibly warm. My cock throbbed inside the clutch of her walls, still adjusting.

"Mn... It’s warm... and full... ffuuh... I didn’t know it would feel this full..."

Her thighs slowly relaxed, pressing against my sides with a breathy shiver.

"You can move... ahn... but slow..."

I pulled back an inch, then eased forward again.

Shlick...

She flinched again, thighs tightening briefly, but no cry came this time. Only a shaky inhale, lips parting slightly as her back arched under me.

Her fingers, still tangled in the sheets, eased just a little.

"I’m really... haah... having sex with you... ngh..."

"You are. And you’re beautiful."

Her face turned fast, burying against her shoulder.

"Idiot... mmnh..."

But her hips rose to meet me. Her legs wrapped tighter. The slow squelch of movement filled the room as I slid deeper again, her body now yielding.

Shlick... shhlick...

Her soft moans spilt into my ear, her breath warm against my jaw.

"J-John... it’s thick... inside... ngh—haah... I feel... full..."

But her hips tilted up to meet the next thrust, and her voice caught in her throat as I kept moving—slow, deep, careful.

Letting her feel every inch.

Her hips moved again.

Not by accident.

Not from pain.

She tilted up to meet my next thrust, a soft sound catching in her throat.

"Haa... aah... it’s starting to feel good... I can’t explain it..."

Her thighs pressed tighter to my waist. Her nails brushed my back, no longer digging, just holding on. Every time I sank in, her body twitched, her breath spilt out against my ear.

I kissed her again — lips soft and swollen now — and she kissed back.

Warmer.

Hungrier.

Our rhythm picked up, still gentle but less restrained. I could feel Yifei’s walls adjusting around me, her wetness growing as each thrust slid more easily.

Shlick... shlick...

She moaned again.

"J-John... I can feel all of you... fuhh... it’s too good..."

Her voice cracked on the last word, and I felt it — that subtle flutter. The way her pussy clenched harder, a reflex now. Not pain. Not nerves. Her body was craving more.

Her hands moved up to cup my face, then slid into my hair, pulling me down into a kiss.

Mnph... shlick... thmp...

She was melting beneath me.

When I pulled back, her eyes followed me — heavy-lidded, needy, cheeks glowing.

"I want more," she whispered, hips rolling up again. "Please... more..."

I leaned up onto my knees.

Took her thighs.

And lifted them back.

Her breath hitched.

"H-Hah?!"

Then I pushed deeper.

Her eyes went wide.

"W-Wait—John—ahh—n-not like thaaat—!"

I pushed her legs back, knees nearly to her shoulders.

Her pussy opened wider, lips stretched around my cock, swollen and flushed red from the slow fucking I’d given her so far. A string of wetness clung from her entrance to my shaft, and as I rolled my hips forward again, I watched the head vanish inside with a slkch, swallowed by heat.

"Hahh—aaahh...!"

Her mouth fell open.

Her thighs jerked in my grip.

Her eyes locked on mine, wide and glassy, her lips trembling as my cock sank deeper than before—deeper than her body had prepared for.

Her belly twitched.

"It’s—it’s pushing in too far—nnnh—too deep—!"

"You can take it," I growled low, hips grinding against her.

Each thrust now filled her to her cervix, stretching her open from the inside. Her body writhed beneath me, the wet slap of flesh meeting flesh filling the bedroom louder with each thrust.

Smack. Smack. Slap... shlick... slmp...

Her cunt was dripping. Loud. Leaking with every thrust. I could feel the mess on my thighs, sticky and hot.

"Yifei—" I leaned down, pressing my chest to her bent knees. "You’re clenching so hard."

"Aaah—nggh... I c-can’t help it... you’re so deep inside me—haaah—John!"

Her walls pulsed in erratic waves around me. Her back arched. Her breath came in ragged bursts, broken up by high moans she couldn’t control.

"Mnnh—aaah—haaah—mmph—!"

I drove harder.

Faster.

My balls slapped wetly against her ass with every stroke now.

Slap—slap—slap!

Her juices squirted out in bursts, spraying around my cock and making the sheets beneath her damp and shining. Her nipples were stiff and red, breasts bouncing with every movement.

She tried to speak again.

Failed.

Her mouth only made broken sounds now.

Her hands scrabbled at the sheets above her head, her body helpless against the pressure inside her.

"Aaaah—s-so big—hnn—fuhhh—too much—mmph—"

And still she kept cumming.

She wasn’t resisting anymore.

She couldn’t.

Her voice had melted into breathy cries and hoarse moans, her body soaked with sweat and fluid, trembling beneath the force of each thrust.

Slap—slap—smack—squelch!

I drove into her without pause, my hands gripping the backs of her thighs, folded tight to her chest as I slammed home again and again—balls slapping against her ass, cock dragging along every swollen, sensitive inch inside her.

Her eyes closed tight as if riding a roller coaster.

Her mouth opened.

Drool covered her lips.

"Nnn—n-not again—haaah—John—John!"

Spurt—shlick—splat!

She squirted.

Her pussy clenched violently, then burst around me—spraying clear fluid that splashed against my hips, her ass, even up to her own chest as her body lost all control.

She screamed.

It wasn’t even words anymore—just raw, broken sound.

Her nails dug into the sheets above her head, her thighs trembling in my grip, her face contorted in messy, tear-streaked ecstasy.

"Yifei—take it—"

"Hnn—AAAH!—I—I love it——haaah—feels too good—"

Her entire body jerked violently again.

Another squirt. Another contraction.

She came again.

And again.

Her pussy pulsed wildly, milking me, clinging, spasming.

She looked up at me—hair sticking to her cheeks, face flushed and ruined—and through the chaos, through the pleasure, she gasped:

"I—I l-love y-you—aaahh—! I love—love—haaah!"

I growled.

Then slammed in deep—burying myself fully to the hilt.

And came.

Spurt—spurt—SPURT!

Thick globs of cum exploded inside her.

Hot. Endless. Pouring into Yifei’s twitching pussy in heavy, slimy, wet bursts.

She moaned again—legs shaking, cunt clenching around the rush of heat.

I stayed there—grinding the base in—until I was sure every last drop was in her.

"...So full..."

Yifei’s voice was soft now. Dazed. Slurred.

"...still cumming... still inside..."

I slowly pulled out.

Shlrrrp—slkch—plop.

Her abused cunt twitched open—white cum immediately bubbling out, overflowing in thick waves. It slid down the curve of her ass, dripping onto the soaked sheets, pooling beneath her in warm streaks.

Her body was twitching still. Her thighs trembled, her stomach gently rising and falling.

Cum smeared between her cheeks.

Drooled down her hole.

Leaked onto the bed.

I watched it all, breathing hard, chest heaving.

Yifei’s eyes fluttered open.

"...Still hard...?" she whispered, a weak smile on her ruined face.

I leaned down.

Kissed her forehead.

"I’m not done with you."

She blushed—exhausted, dazed, messy.

And smiled again.

"...Mm..."

And so... we started again, this time... with her face buried into the pillow, and her cute ass lifted with a pillow under her hips.