Apocalypse King: Recruiting S-Tier Beauties With My Ruler System
Chapter 135: Something to Protect

Chapter 135: Something to Protect

Not dead — just broken. Soft. Flushed. Spent.

Her body was curled slightly on her side, chest rising and falling in a slow rhythm. Damp strands of hair stuck to her cheeks. Sweat glistened faintly along her collarbone.

Between her thighs, the mess we’d made continued to leak out, thick and heavy, pooling beneath her hips and soaking the sheets. Her breasts lifted with every breath, the tips still stiff and red. A slow twitch passed through one thigh, then the other.

She looked at peace.

The basin nearby held a stack of clean towels. One was pulled free, soaked in warm water, then wrung out until damp enough. The first stroke along her stomach was slow, with a soft cloth dragging across flushed skin, careful not to startle her.

She didn’t wake.

One leg was lifted gently, parted further. The inner thighs were worse — still sticky with dried cum and sweat, her lips red and swollen. The towel moved through carefully, soaking, wiping, and cleaning. Her pussy clenched once, twitching as the cloth passed between. A small moan escaped her lips — faint, breathy — but her eyes stayed shut.

Every part of her had been used. Now she was being cared for.

The towel grew heavier as it absorbed the trail down her thighs. Another passed across her calves, her ankles, the tops of her feet. Once more up her legs — slower now. Reverent.

A second towel was used to pat her dry.

Yifei’s unique scent lingered in the air: soap, sweat, sex, and faint traces of shampoo.

I stroked her cheek, tucking her damp hair behind Yifei’s ear. Her lips parted slightly as she shifted on the pillow.

Words were not meant for her ears, but maybe they were anyway.

"...I’m a scumbag."

No bitterness. No excuse. Just honesty.

"Could’ve stopped, no I Should’ve, maybe. But didn’t."

The silence between breaths gave space for more.

"I could’ve stopped. Or at least slowed down. I didn’t have to keep going. Not four times."

A glance down showed her legs still twitching every so often.

The outline of my load still leaking from her, drooling into the sheets.

"I don’t know how deeply she feels, but in this hellish world feelings and affection become distorted... I cannot say I love her. But I still want her... Like a selfish child."

My fingers... spread out, flexing — the same hand that held her soft hips, dragged her back, and pushed too deep — still tingling with memory.

"But I won’t pretend to be someone I’m not."

I lifted myself from the bed and let out a long sigh. "I’d take that label. Scumbag. Bastard. Whatever they call me." My lips curled into a smile while watching her sleeping quietly, and I realised I might like her. No, I probably liked her a great deal.

"If it’s not love now, then I just need to treat her well and let it become love."

I let my hand rest over hers.

I turned off the leading light, leaving only the dim bedside lamp on.

She looked smaller in the glow. Her back rose and fell.

The sheets were clinging to her skin. Her lips slightly parted.

I reached down one last time and pulled the blanket over her shoulders.

"Sleep well."

Then I stepped out of the room.

The hallway outside was dark and quiet, and the sound of the city was nothing more than a hush behind the windows.

I was guided to the rooftop, somewhere I hadn’t checked yet.

———

The metal door creaked open, letting in the warm dusk air.

It was a calm but more violent wind up here. The sky stretched wide and cracked with fading pink and soft orange. The sun hovered low, above the horizon, a molten disk smeared behind a wall of haze.

Footsteps echoed faintly against the rooftop tile — slow, steady, slightly uneven.

I noticed some fluffy figures moving from the corner of my eyes before sitting on theedgee of the roof, my legs dangling from the side.

"Yin?"

Yin was curled on a patch of concrete near the corner, where the wind was blocked and the air still carried a hint of heat. His tail twitched once, then stilled again.

A second figure lay beside him. Smaller. Dirtier.

A female cat, thin, with patchy fur and bruised ribs showing through the curve of her body. She lay with her face tucked beneath her forelegs, her breathing shallow, stomach barely moving. Her paws were covered in old soot and dust.

Yin didn’t move. But his eyes opened when the steps stopped.

The message appeared the moment I focused on her.

[Feral Domestic Variant — Female, Juvenile]

Vitality Low. Immunity Damaged. Infection. None.

Would you like to administer an evolution Injection?

Cost: 2,000 ZKP

’What would that do, will she be saved?’

[The cat will be injected with a similar bloodline to Wang Yin, restoring health and improving attributes and survivability.]

"Yeah," the answer came out quietly.

The green confirmation window pulsed once and vanished.

The air around the stray shimmered, just for a moment — a faint pulse, like heat rising from metal. Her back arched slightly.

Then she settled again with steady breathing.

Her ribs no longer moved so sharply. The dirt along her paws began to flake, and her fur darkened to a healthy gloss, matching Yin’s moonlight coat.

Her body tucked in tighter beside him, head sliding to rest against his flank.

Yin’s ears flicked, then he meowed at me.

He stood up slowly, stretched his legs, and walked over with measured steps, tail curling high. He rubbed his head against my leg, then leaned into my thigh, purring deep.

"You like her?"

"Meow!"

"Well she should be better in a few hours, you need to feed her well, so work hard with me."

He meowed again.

The female didn’t move or cry; instead, she rolled onto the warm patch he’d left.

I crouched beside them and lay on my side, watching the horizon and the cute cats flirting. It was relaxing and I felt relieved. While resting one elbow on the concret,e I watched the pair for a while.

Yin didn’t just want to eat or nap. He’d brought her up here, lain beside her, and even shielded her with his warmth.

Maybe he wasn’t just another survivor.

Maybe he was like me.

Looking for something to protect. To keep warm. To carry into the future.

I looked around the rooftop — cracked tile, scattered leaves, and the distant sound of wind brushing against antennas.

It could be better.

"Open system."

[ZKP Balance: 27,000]

[Available Enhancements Detected — Rooftop Zone]

• Rooftop Conversion (Feline Sanctuary Module)

• Dome Enclosure + Environmental Comfort Grid

• Multi-Level Cat Trees + Territory Enrichment

• Passive Safety Barrier (Prevent Falls)

• Automated Feeder/Water fountain.

• Solar Panel System (Power Storage)

Cost: 3,000 ZKP

[Confirm?]

The System screen was transformed into a digital 3D blueprint of the apartment. The dome on top was physical and looked like an energy barrier for extra protection.

"Do it."

The rooftop didn’t shake, but the air did.

Thin blue light swept the concrete, drawing lines like threads across the surface. One by one, curved support poles rose silently at the roof’s edges, forming a dome lattice of transparent material that shimmered only in the right light. The wind softened immediately.

Then came the rest.

Padded catwalks unrolled from the edges. Soft, spiralled towers rose from the corners and were made of treated wood and reinforced foam.

Rope bridges stretched between large tree-like climbing structures, each dotted with perches, dens, and swinging platforms. Multiple water dishes appeared. A small automated feeder. Heated bedding domes with cosy, plush linings.

Within seconds, the rooftop had transformed.

It wasn’t a war zone.

It was a home.

Yin sat beside me, tail flicking slowly as he watched it unfold. He didn’t move yet — as if he knew the space wasn’t just his anymore.

The female stirred, eyes blinking open, soft and unfocused. Her head turned slightly. When she saw him, her tail thumped against the tile once.

They didn’t meow. They didn’t touch.

But she shifted closer.

He let her.

We sat at the edge of the roof together, two cats and one man. I rested both hands on each cat, stroking the struggling female and reassuring Yin she would be fine. My body ached from the past few days... maybe I needed rest too, and the cuts and marks from Yifei also burned slightly, so I removed my shirt.

The sun continued casting long shadows through the dome’s ribs.

Yin rubbed against me again, then curled up beside my hip.

We sat in silence for a while.

Watching the city.

Smoke still rose from one of the distant streets. Somewhere far off, a dog barked. Drones passed overhead, red lights blinking against the haze.

I leaned back slightly, eyes half-lidded.

"Yin," I murmured.

He looked up at me with his cute face and slowly blinked.

"Do you think tomorrow will be a good day?"

He didn’t answer.

But he stayed.