Apocalypse King: Recruiting S-Tier Beauties With My Ruler System
Chapter 155: Roulan’s Temptaion - A wonderful Ass [R18]

Chapter 155: Roulan’s Temptaion - A wonderful Ass [R18]

The water echoed softly as I stepped inside, the curtain falling shut behind me. Steam rolled across the cracked tiles, fogging the overhead light into a dim glow. The showerheads were older models—one was leaking slightly, ticking against the metal drain.

Roulan stood beneath the working one, back turned to me, her dark hair now unpinned and soaked down to her shoulder blades. Water slid down her spine in slow rivulets.

She didn’t turn.

"You took your time," she said, voice calm, like she hadn’t just invited me into a fogged-up stall with her shirt already half off.

I didn’t answer. Just let the water hit my shoulders, trailing down skin that still carried grit, dried blood, the sharp tang of gunpowder.

"Still so serious," she added, reaching up and adjusting the water as it sprayed between her breasts, creating a lewd puddle in her cleavage.

My breath caught—not from nerves, but from the way her bare back flexed with the motion. The muscle was lean, marked by a few old scars, but it was the curve of her hips that caught my eye.

She didn’t cover herself. Just bent slightly under the stream, letting the water coat her fully.

"You gonna wash or just stare?"

"Depends," I muttered, stepping closer. "You doing this to tease me again?"

Roulan laughed—a short, low sound, warmer than I expected. "You’re the one following me into the shower, John."

"Because you asked me to."

"Mm. That’s how it starts."

Her tone was playful, but her movements weren’t.

She turned then—slowly, deliberately—and leaned forward to grab the shampoo bottle resting on a cracked soap tray. The shift in posture pushed her ass back just enough that it pressed against my hip. Her skin was slippery, warm from the water, and that contact lit a spark low in my gut.

"Relax."

She said, glancing back over her shoulder with a smile, winking at me. "I’m just washing up. You’re the one reacting."

I didn’t move.

Couldn’t.

The pressure building between my legs wasn’t subtle anymore. My cock brushed the top of Roulan’s ass, twitching from the heat, from the softness of her skin and the way her body stayed close without pretending to notice.

She shifted again, slightly.

Enough that the underside of my shaft nestled right into the crease between her cheeks.

Not accidental.

"You gonna keep pretending this is nothing?" I asked, my voice rough and more aggressive than usual.

She tilted her head, water tracing the line of her jaw. "Why ruin the fun?"

Then her hips moved—slow, controlled. Not a grind. A press.

She squeezed them back, trapping my length between the plump meat of her ass. With each shake, her buttocks bounced, and the skin along my shaft dragged back, sending tingling sensations of pleasure through my body.

"You’re really playing with fire," I murmured.

Her voice dropped to a whisper. "I’m not the one that’s hard."

Then she rolled her hips again.

Shlick—!

My cock slid between her cheeks—friction softened by the water, but tight enough to feel everything.

And still, she didn’t turn around.

Didn’t touch me with her hands.

Only her ass.

Only slow, steady pressure.

She kept rocking her hips—slow, deliberate strokes that sandwiched my cock between her soft, wet ass. The pressure was perfect. Water flowed down both our bodies, amplifying the heat, the friction, the obscene slide between her cheeks.

"You’re so tense," she said, breathily. "Let your big sister take care of you, hmm?"

I exhaled hard through my nose, jaw clenched. My cock throbbed helplessly between the plush meat of Roulan’s bouncy ass, already slimy from more than just water now. She arched her back slightly, the movement soft but practised—like she knew exactly what effect her curves had on me.

"Bet you’ve been holding back this whole time," she murmured. "Acting so strong. Always leading. Always thinking."

Her voice dropped lower. "You don’t have to think here. Just fuck my ass... nice and slow... just like that..."

She shifted her stance—feet spreading, hips lifting. My tip brushed higher into her crack. The heat there was searing.

I growled under my breath. "You really don’t know when to stop."

"Oh, I do," she whispered. "But I like playing with fire."

Then she gave a little bounce, smack, the sound wet and loud in the shower’s tight space as my cock jumped and the tension snapped.

I grabbed her hips, and grunted thrusting my cock against her ass, the soft meat spreading and dragging against my glans. She gasped as I slammed forward, driving my shaft deep between her cheeks, the wet grind of skin on skin making a lewd schlick with every thrust.

"Oh—hnn... John—!"

Her hands hit the tiled wall, palms flat as I began to move—hips driving forward, slapping into her backside with rhythmic, growing force. She tried to stay composed, tried to keep the act going, but her voice started to break with each wet slap.

Smack. Smack. Schlk.

Her moans came unbidden now—soft at first, then higher, breathier, cracked with heat.

"You like this?" I rasped. "Still gonna pretend you’re just helping me?"

She turned her head slightly, cheek brushing the tiles with parted lips and glazed eye.

"That depends," she moaned. "Is your big sister doing a good job?"

My hands tightened around her waist.

I pressed against her asshole, my tip pushing it apart with a wet squelch, before slipping deeper into her crack—thick, hot, every inch grinding into that narrow valley, coated with water and slippery arousal. Her ass swallowed me up with each pass, soft and heavy and perfect.

She whimpered.

Then her fingers slipped lower—one hand between her legs, stroking herself while I fucked between her cheeks like she was going to die.

"Oh god..." she whispered, voice shaky. "You’re so fucking hard... it’s twitching..."

"You brought this on yourself."

I grunted, hips slapping harder. Jiang Roulan’s body jolted forward with every thrust, tits pressing flat against the tiles, her breath fogging the wall as she tried to brace herself—fingers still working between her legs, messier now, wetter.

"Then don’t stop," she begged. "Don’t you dare—stop—until you cum all over my ass."

She was moaning by now—voice thin and sweet, eyes lidded, her mouth open against the wall. Every thrust of my cock between those fat cheeks made her body rock, tits smearing wet across tile, her hand furiously working between her legs as she chased her orgasm like a girl starved for it.

"You’re close," she breathed, barely able to get the words out. "I can feel it... you’re twitching..."

I didn’t answer.

Didn’t need to.

I reached up and grabbed her tits—both, wet and heavy, squeezed them so tight they bulged between my fingers. She squealed, high and cracked, her hips jerking in rhythm with my thrusts. Her ass bounced against me, soft and greedy, swallowing my cock again and again into that slimy, tight valley.

Then she came.

Hard.

Her legs trembled, her whole body locking as she squirted across her own thighs, juice spilling out in hot, messy spurts that mixed with the water and dripped down her legs. She gasped, open-mouthed, whimpering.

I kissed her while filled with arousal, hard and sloppy.

My tongue dominated hers, sucking it into my mouth like I was claiming her with every pull. Her body melted into mine, hips still shaking, her moans muffled by the way I kissed her like I owned her.

And I did.

I wasn’t gentle.

I thrust harder—grinding my cock between her cheeks until my tip found her tight, twitching asshole.

She felt it.

"Wait—w-wait, don’t—"

I didn’t stop.

I pushed forward, not inside, just against that soft entrance—and came.

Thick, molten ropes of cum pumped straight inside her hole, the pressure making her whine as it seeped down, warm and obscene, coating her back entrance in a mess of heat and sperm. It pooled there, slipping down the backs of her thighs as she trembled, helpless and overstimulated.

"Aah... haah... oh my god... It’s so warm... you came on my ass—"

"No," I whispered. "I came into it."

Her breath hitched.

Her asshole fluttered.

But just as I exhaled—

I felt arms around me.

Slender.

Wet.

And then—

Schlk.

A hot mouth swallowed my cock.

I flinched, hips jerking back—but the grip held firm.

Warmth. Suction. Wet, eager pressure dragging every last spurt out of me.

Then I looked down.

Mu Qinglan.

Kneeling in the steam, water pouring down her cheeks, hair plastered to her face. Her mouth was full of me—stuffed—her blue eyes never blinking, never breaking contact.

She moaned around my cock, her throat tightening with each slow, deliberate pull.

One hand gripped my base.

The other cupped my balls, squeezing gently as she milked the last drops out like it belonged to her.

And then—pop—she let me go.

Cum ran down her chin.

"I told you it was mine," she whispered.

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