Apocalypse King: Recruiting S-Tier Beauties With My Ruler System
Chapter 156: The Things We Don’t Say

Chapter 156: The Things We Don’t Say

March 20th, 6:00 PM — Longwan Mall, Service Wing

Jiang Roulan POV

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Steam still clung to my skin when I slipped out of the shower.

The curtain barely whispered closed behind me. My legs trembled—not from exertion. Not really. But the memory of the heat spreading inside made it feel like some was still inside me as the cold air pricked my chest.

My throat felt dry even though I’d just rinsed my mouth out.

But I hadn’t said a word when I left.

Nor did I even look back.

And I wasn’t followed.

The others were still in the main room, dim light casting long shadows across the broken vending machine and cluttered lockers. Tang Wei sat near the barricaded door, her shotgun resting across her knees, eyes flicking toward me the moment I stepped through.

Chen Xun and Liang Qiu barely glanced up. Shen Yifei, though... her sharp gaze penetrated through me... as if she knew everything with that smirk.

No one said anything.

But they’d heard something.

The room wasn’t soundproof. Maybe the water drowned out most of it. But not all. Perhaps they didn’t hear the words. Just the rhythm. The voice. The soft, unmistakable sound of a body reacting. Of skin on skin.

And maybe it was enough.

I didn’t meet anyone’s eyes as I moved across the room. Just brushed past them, silent, damp towel clutched around my shoulders. My steps felt heavy, stupidly loud even though I wasn’t wearing shoes.

I made it to my sleeping bag, slid down slowly, and pulled one of the spare blankets over my body even though I wasn’t cold.

I was burning.

But not from outside.

From inside.

To avoid the outside, I clenched my eyes and rolled onto my side, desperately avoiding making too much noise, shame and lust burning away inside my chest. I writhed into the silky soft warm blanket, trying to keep still and avoid thinking.

But it was impossible.

Every time I shifted, every time the blanket pressed down over my hips or my thighs brushed together, I could still feel him.

The weight.

The pressure.

The heat.

His chest was solid against my back, his body radiating heat. Every shift pressed hard muscle into me, and his hands moved with intent, gripping my waist, sliding up, squeezing my breasts like he owned them. There was no hesitation. No gentleness. Just hunger.

I remembered how hot his skin felt against mine, how his touch made my breath hitch and my body tighten with each pass.

I stopped pretending it was just teasing.

I stopped pretending I had control.

I wanted it.

God, I wanted it so badly my thoughts just vanished.

I don’t even remember how I moaned, what I said if I begged him.

But I remember the moment. The exact moment I felt the head of his cock press into my asshole—right at the end. Just the tip, hot and pulsing, like it didn’t care what I was ready for. And then it came—he came—inside me.

That thick heat spilt where I was weakest. I could feel it dripping even now. My body clenching like it still wanted to hold him inside.

I’d never done anything like that before.

Never even thought about it seriously, not until today.

Maybe at first I was just playing. Testing him. Perhaps I thought dragging him into the shower would prove something—that I could still be desirable, still be the bold, mature one. But once he touched me, once he kissed me...

All I wanted was more.

More of his hands. More of his voice. More of that slow, heavy cock sliding between my ass like it belonged there.

And now?

Now it felt like I’d lost something by giving in.

Or maybe I’d just revealed something I’d been too proud to admit.

I pulled the blanket tightly and wrapped it around my body, folding up on the ground like it could protect me from the mess I’d made and kept thinking—I shouldn’t have done it.

I was one of the oldest in the group. The one who should’ve stayed steady, stayed calm. We weren’t in high school. This wasn’t some fantasy dorm with a boy-next-door situation. We were surviving. Living on edge. Fighting monsters.

So why did I drag him into the shower like that?

Why did I press my ass against him and moan into the wall like a needy brat?

The worst part?

I’d liked it.

I’d loved it.

And I hated myself for how much.

But then—

I heard it.

Soft at first. Muffled by the water and the curtain and the wall. But it grew.

A moan.

High, breathy, feminine. It wavered and gasped and then came again, clearer this time.

"Ahh... John..."

My eyes snapped open.

It was Mu Qinglan.

The sound of her back hitting the tiles was faint but unmistakable. So was the rhythm that followed—flesh on flesh. Water slapping and their breaths growing faster.

They were fucking.

They hadn’t even waited.

And just like that, the guilt that had been strangling me... evaporated.

Yifei had already slept with him. Now Mu Qinglan. And they were doing it so easily. So shamelessly. As if I’d never been there at all.

So why the fuck was I the one lying here, curled up like a fool, pretending I did something wrong?

I wasn’t the only one with feelings.

I wasn’t the only one who wanted him.

Sometimes I wanted to wrap my arms around his chest and feel him hold me like I mattered. Other times I tried to push him down, climb over him, smother him with my tits and watch his eyes go wide as he begged for more.

It didn’t have to make sense.

It didn’t have to be romantic.

But I wanted it.

And just once...

I wanted to hear him cum while saying my name.

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A while passed, and the moans from the shower eventually faded.

Not sharply. Not like a switch turning off. They melted slowly—soft whimpers swallowed by the running water, the occasional thud of skin meeting tile, and then nothing but shallow breathing and steam.

I listened.

Not because I wanted to.

But because I couldn’t stop.

Across the room, the others were still. No one mentioned it. No one even shifted. But the air had changed. Like everyone had heard something, and no one wanted to admit it.

Liang Qiu sat with her arms around her knees near the broken vending machine, staring quietly at the door. Tang Wei leaned against a crate with her shotgun resting in her lap, checking the safety with calm, mechanical movements. Shen Yifei was lying back, her braided twintails spread across her chest, face expressionless, eyes open but focused somewhere else entirely.

I watched all of them from beneath my blanket.

No one looked at me.

No one asked if I was okay.

And for once, I was glad for that.

Because I was okay.

I let my legs shift slightly under the blanket, knees curling inward, thighs brushing. A faint wetness still clung between them, warm and sticky. The slow, quiet threads of cum sliding from my ass tickled faintly, the sensation both embarrassing and satisfying. It smeared across my skin with every twitch of my hips.

My muscles were still sore from how I’d held myself against the wall.

Still tingling from how hard he’d grabbed me and crushed my breasts in his lust.

I closed my eyes and pressed my face deeper into the fabric, sighing against the cotton.

It hadn’t even been sex, but my body felt exhausted just the same.

He didn’t kiss my lips for long, but they were still swollen.

He didn’t push inside, but I’d made him cum.

Just with my ass.

My tits.

My body.

I made him cum.

The memory was vivid—too vivid. The way his cock had ground between my cheeks, fat and hard, twitching with each pass until the heat built and surged. The moment I felt the first pulse, my back arched without meaning to, and I moaned despite telling myself to stay composed.

Then the warmth spilt in.

Right there.

There.

It didn’t stop after one burst. It just kept going. Ropes of it. Spurts. Each one hotter than the last, until it felt like he was carving a memory into my body that water couldn’t wash away.

And I hadn’t hated it.

I hadn’t even regretted it.

I’d loved it.

I was supposed to be mature. One of the older ones. Collected. Responsible. But I’d let John join me like some blushing college girl in heat.

And now?

Now I felt proud.

Not jealous. Not guilty. Not even humiliated.

Just... proud.

I wanted more.

I didn’t know what that meant for our relationship yet, but I didn’t care.

The thoughts from earlier became solid, and even when Mu Qinglan’s voice started again,... clearly wanting to do it again.

I felt nothing, only the heat that made me want to touch myself... to lie with him again and feel his arms around me while I pretended to be asleep. Maybe I’d to climb on top of him while the others watched and fuck him in full view of everyone.

Maybe I’d just want to hear him say my name when he came next time.

Whatever it was, I wouldn’t pretend anymore and smiled into my pillow, with a small and quiet smile.

Let them think what they want.

I’d earned that moment.

And I wasn’t giving it up.

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