Apocalypse King: Recruiting S-Tier Beauties With My Ruler System
Chapter 62: Volatile Pulse

Chapter 62: Volatile Pulse

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March 17th, 20xx — 05:55 AM

Zone 3A-Δ – Base: Jiang Roulan’s apartment

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The moment my lips touched Shen Yifei’s, something changed.

Not in the room. Not in her body.

Inside me.

The potion transferred easily—warm, thick, still humming from my tongue. Her lips were soft, cracked slightly from dehydration, but pliant. Familiar. Too familiar for someone I’d never kissed before. When she swallowed, her throat worked against my mouth with a slow, instinctive pressure.

Her tongue twitched.

Just once.

Then again—sliding forward, brushing mine.

And then it hit me.

Not heat. Not pain. Not like before.

Pleasure.

Pure, unfiltered, dangerous pleasure that started behind my eyes and sank straight to the base of my spine like a needle of gold. Her Qi didn’t just react—it wrapped around mine and dragged it closer, only to lash it with heat.

The marrow between us ignited.

And I mean that in every sense. My nerves flared. My breath locked. It felt like her fire had crawled into my bloodstream and started kissing my bones from the inside.

She moaned into the kiss, not loud but just enough to drive me crazy.

Her back arched.

My fingers grabbed the edges of the sofa, and my muscles tensed and bulged.

’What the hell is this...?’

It wasn’t like Qinglan—who made me vulnerable, whose kiss pulled the breath out of me like snow melting through skin. That was gentler, teasing, emotional. Qinglan made me sensitive. She disarmed me.

Yifei’s Qi didn’t tease. It seduced.

No, not even that.

It consumed.

Her taste was addictive—spicy, sharp, with an undertone of metal and citrus. Like fire forged in blood and orange rind. Her breath smelled faintly of crushed herbs, of something wild and honest. My stomach twisted with hunger I didn’t recognise.

Her body pulsed.

Her thigh brushed mine, and that small touch alone sent another rush down my spine.

I groaned.

She sucked again—this time unintentional, I think. Her lips tightened against mine in a lazy instinct. The potion slipped deeper into her throat. She swallowed, and the moan that followed was barely a breath but shook me.

My vision swam.

Everything felt too close. My heartbeat too loud. My muscles too reactive.

The heat was incredible. Euphoric. Her Qi didn’t feel like it was trying to break mine—it felt like it was trying to mate with it. Fuse it. Burn itself into my marrow like a brand.

A pulse rolled through me.

’Stop.’

I pulled away, gasping.

A thin string of golden saliva stretched from my tongue to hers. Her lips parted slightly, the tip of her tongue resting against the air as if tasting me still.

And I... I still wanted more.

Which scared me.

She was unconscious.

Unaware.

But her Qi wasn’t.

Her body was reacting—grinding slowly against the sofa now, her breath short, her cheeks flushed with heat. Her blouse had begun to stick to her skin. I could see the sweat forming just above the neckline, glistening against her collar.

Yifei’s breasts rose and fell unevenly. Her thighs twitched. The air itself felt humid now, charged with some mix of steam and raw, physical energy.

I stumbled back, my hand pressed to my abdomen where the Qi was reacting. Not expanding. Not circulating.

Flaring.

Boiling up my spine like it wanted to break out.

’Shit... not now...’

I forced myself to inhale through my nose, slower, anchoring my weight through my legs. My balance was off. My thoughts were cloudy. Even the scent of her skin lingered in my nose like something I wouldn’t forget.

And it was addictive.

Not just the heat. Not just the pleasure. Her. Yifei.

’Her fire makes me strong... but it’s also trying to ruin me.’

The potion had done its job. But too well. My marrow was screaming for release—Qi racing through every channel in my body as if searching for a way to fuse with hers completely.

I dropped to one knee and scooped her up.

Her back pressed against my chest, bending like a bow. She pushed her head against my neck and murmured something, unintelligible, and her breath grazed my skin with a needy warmth I didn’t want to admit I liked.

She clung to me.

Even asleep, her body leaned into mine like it belonged there.

I held tighter.

Then I moved.

Toward the ninth floor.

Toward the only place left to hide her burning body—and mine—from the consequences of what we’d just started.

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March 17th, 20xx — 06:24 AM

Zone 3A-Δ – Base: 9th Floor Apartment

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The elevator wasn’t working—of course it wasn’t.

So I took the stairs.

To the ninth floor, carrying her. Again.

But this time... it was different.

She wasn’t just hot. Her whole body shimmered with Qi now—vivid, unrefined, burning through her skin like a wildfire sealed under soft flesh. Her breath came quicker in my arms. Her hips shifted against my forearm. Sweat dripped down the inside of my elbow, but I wasn’t sure if it was hers or mine.

The weight didn’t bother me.

The smell did.

Not foul, but raw. Burning cedar. Charcoal and cinnamon. The scent of transformation—the same way Roulan’s had smelled before the water washed it all away.

She needed that now.

Fast.

The door creaked open with my shoulder.

It was the same apartment I’d turned into a base just yesterday. Clean enough. Tidy. Safe. For now.

I dashed across the room and found the bathroom.

Thankfully, I didn’t dismantle the toilet and water system. Then flicked on the light using my elbow.

Warm light poured across the tiles. Steam from the earlier bath still lingered faintly. The tub was dry now, empty. I adjusted the handle and let water rush in.

Yifei stirred in my arms, mumbling something that didn’t make sense. Her fingers twitched against my collar. Her breasts shifted against my chest as she squirmed—sleepy, restless, too warm.

I crouched.

Lowered her gently onto the ground.

Her body curled slightly, as if seeking comfort from the heat. Her lips parted in a half-conscious sigh.

Then, without a word, I reached for her blouse.

It clung to her like second skin, soaked with sweat. The buttons stuck to her chest, the cloth clinging around the rise of her breasts, but I undid them one by one, watching her skin emerge inch by inch.

She didn’t wake.

Didn’t resist.

Only moaned—softly, through her nose—as if the air itself soothed her now.

I pulled the shirt back, past her shoulders.

Slid it from her arms.

Let it fall beside the tub in a damp heap.

Her bra had already loosened at the strap. I hesitated... then slipped it off too.

Then reached lower.

Hooked her waistband. Pulled her trousers down with a slow drag. Damp. Hot. They peeled off her hips with effort, sticking to her curves like her skin didn’t want to let them go.

Underwear next.

Damp... A soft snap as they peeled free from between her thighs.

Her skin was flushed pink in places. Beads of sweat still shimmered in the curve of her hip. I lifted her and slowly checked the water with my hand, then lowered her inside with a quiet splash.

She breathed through parted lips, her legs shifting in the water as the heat rose around her.

Her hair spread around her shoulders like ink. Her nipples were already hard, sensitive from the temperature, or the Qi... or both.

I leaned back, wiped a bead of sweat from my brow, and sighed.

Then I sat down beside the tub.

Said nothing.

Watched.

The water lapped around her hips.

A pulse shimmered across the surface of her skin, faint but visible—like steam bending light above a flame.

And then, through the surface of the water, something black began to leak from her skin. Thin lines. Oil-like. Unnatural. The filth. The waste. The impurities.

Yifei’s breathing became louder as her legs rubbed together, and she swished in the water while letting out a gentle moan.

But her face... was calm.

Relaxed.

Like something deep inside her had finally let go.

And yet... my body reacted.

Again.

Harder this time.

I shifted away. Looked down. Cursed under my breath.

’Again? Seriously...?’

Her scent wasn’t like Roulan’s. And it sure as hell wasn’t like Qinglan’s. Yifei’s scent made me ache liked I’d taken a little blue pill.

And I wasn’t sure if that was a good thing anymore.

The water had risen halfway up her body now, pooling against her waist. Her skin gleamed in the light. Steam curled around her collarbones and drifted through the strands of her tangled red-black hair.

I should’ve left.

But I couldn’t.

Not yet.

Her chest rose and fell in an uneven tempo, and her lips parted every few seconds, twitching under the water.

The air was thicker. Warmer. Saturated with Qi.

Then her hand moved.

A slow, clumsy motion—like she was groping through a dream.

She reached toward the edge of the bath. Then higher. Toward me.

Her fingers brushed my wrist.

Then curled.

And before I could stop her—before I could even think—she pulled.

I caught myself, barely, hand slapping the edge of the tub. But my face was already close to hers. Too close. Her wet fingers slipped up my forearm, across my bicep, then clung to my shoulder like she was searching for something solid in her sleep.

Then her body moved.

She sat up slightly, enough for her breasts to press against my chest. Soft. Wet. Warm.

I froze.

The scent hit me again—stronger this time.

Cinnamon and smoke.

Hot, thick Qi poured off her like an exhale from deep inside her core.

"John..." she breathed.

She was dreaming.

Or halfway there.

But her arms wrapped around me.

Bare skin to bare skin.

Yifei’s cheek pressed into my shoulder. Her thighs shifted under the water, one sliding around my hip. Her fingers curled into the back of my shirt.

And that’s when it hit me.

Not just warmth.

Pleasure.

A wave of it. Raw. Volatile.

Her Qi surged again—violent, unstable, chaotic. It didn’t flow with me. It didn’t accept me.

It challenged me.

But the challenge felt good.

Too good.

’Shit... this is dangerous.’

My body stiffened, but not out of fear.

Out of instinct.

Her skin felt right against mine. Her warmth soaked into me like I’d been standing in the cold for days. I felt it pulse through my chest. Down my spine. Into my groin.

And she... responded.

Her hips rolled just once.

A soft sound left her lips. Not quite a moan. Not quite a sigh.

But her lips curled faintly as if her body knew it was touching mine.

I stared at her, chest burning.

’She’s not awake.’

And yet... she was holding me tighter now.

Her breathing slowed.

Her body softened.

And in seconds—just like that—she fell asleep again.

Still clinging to me.

Still pressing into me.

And I was... hard. Again.

I exhaled, slow and long.

Let my forehead drop to hers.

’This is going to be a problem.’

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