Apocalypse King: Recruiting S-Tier Beauties With My Ruler System
Chapter 96: Tearing the Frost (1) [R18]

Chapter 96: Tearing the Frost (1) [R18]

She didn’t wait for me to speak.

Mu Qinglan stepped back from the mats, tugged the curtain shut behind her, and pulled off her jacket without a word. It landed in a heap near the makeshift bed of layered mats and torn canvas sheets.

Then she turned and removed her jacket without a word. It dropped to the floor beside us, slowly like she was shedding the last layer of everything that kept her distant.

Her black hair fell over one eye as she leaned to the side, with flushed cheeks. And her shirt, thin, clinging with sweat, outlined every curve, every breath, every tremble. Now she revealed everything.

"You don’t need to say anything, just... don’t stop me."

I didn’t move.

She came toward me with that same calculated grace she carried in battle, cold precision hiding the heat underneath. Her fingers reached my collar, trailing down my chest. The tips were warm. A little shaky.

Her eyes locked with mine — sharp, electric blue. Usually unreadable. But not now. There was something behind them. Something I wasn’t sure she’d ever let anyone see.

"I wasn’t enough today," she said. "But I want to be. For you."

"Qinglan..." I started, but she raised her hand, brushing the back of it against my cheek.

"I know it’s stupid. We’re exhausted. Bleeding. Half-alive." She swallowed, voice quieter now. "But if I don’t do this... I might just break and kill someone."

Her eyes shimmered. Not full tears — not yet — but wet enough to catch the low light. She didn’t blink them away. Didn’t look down. Just kept staring at me, jaw set like she was daring me to see all of her and still stay.

She grasped my shirt tightly. I felt the tremble in her hands, slight, stubborn. She was holding herself together like glass about to crack.

Qinglan’s lips touched mine. Gentle. Careful. But hungry underneath.

She kissed me softly at first, like testing whether I’d pull away.

I kissed her back, hands moving to her waist. She pressed closer, her body fitting perfectly against mine — soft curves against hard muscle. Our bodies slammed against the walls, her lips wrapped around my tongue, sucking it... becoming more violent and aggressive.

Her tongue teased mine... dragging me inside, it changed quickly. From cautious to hungry. From soft to violent.

Qinglan’s hands stripped me... tearing off my shirt, unfastening my belt, while we slammed into the walls, knocking down quilts, supplies and other things.

She sucked my tongue like she wanted to devour me... a wet, slippery sensation bringing only pleasure and arousal to me. Qinglan kissed me like she wanted to prove something... as she pulled on my shirt, tearing it open, tugging at the fabric like it offended her.

I fell onto the mats before I realised she was pushing me down.

Her thighs slid around my waist and pinned me into place. Then stared down at me, with a faint smile, while breathing heavily...

"You’ve done this before?" I asked, voice low, still catching up.

"No." Her eyes never wavered. "You?"

"No."

That surprised her. "Really?" She blinked once. Her body stiffened — just a little — then relaxed. Almost as if it was a shock that I was a virgin... she narrowed her eyes.

"Good," she whispered. "I want to be the first one to have you!"

I brushed the long hair behind her ear.

"You don’t need to force yourself—"

"I do." She cut me off. "Because if I don’t show you I’m yours first, someone else will."

Jealousy. Passion. Libido. Rage. Fear. It was all there, buried under that perfect CEO mask. And now it was unravelling in real time — for me.

She pulled her shirt over her head and let it fall.

Her breasts bounced free, soft, round, heavy and flushed at the tips. I swallowed, stunned for a second by the sight of her fully revealed. She wasn’t just beautiful — she was vulnerable. Raw. Eager.

Qinglan’s body lowered, gazing up at me as she kissed my chest with small... teasing kisses, her warm tongue trailing down my abdomen and stomach, causing tingling down my spine. She grabbed my loose belt and removed the buttons before dragging my pants down with a slow, impatient tug.

My cock sprang free!

Hard, throbbing, and swollen as it slapped her cheek with a wet smack.

Her throat sounded as she swallowed... soft hands gripping and sliding down my shaft before her thighs spread wider, her sweet breath blowing against the tip of my cock as she looked up at me with a faint smile.

I could feel the heat of her crotch pressed against my thighs.

Qinglan wasn’t just wet, but soaking wet.

"You’re soaked... are you that horny?" I asked in a rough voice.

She narrowed her eyes and growled back. "Shut up... just enjoy it."

Qinglan’s hips shifted... her soft sticky petals dragging along my thigh, as she let out a cute sigh. Different from the graceful woman I was used to... this feisty and beast-like woman made my heart race.

She reached down while lifting her hips, and grasped the base of my shaft, tightly squeezing and then guided it towards her slippery, pink entrance.

The head of my cock pressed against her folds — warm, slippery, twitching with anticipation. Her lips parted slowly around me as she sank, inch by inch.

She grunted softly, face tightening as her body stretched.

I gasped — her cunt was tight, wet and slimy... the heat almost melting me. Much tighter than I’d imagined. Like silk and heat trying to strangle me.

But she kept going.

Every breath she took was a battle. Her hands braced against my chest. Her thighs trembled. The more she struggled... the tighter and more she clamped down, making it better for me... a wet sound echoed as she looked at me, shocked.

"Ah.... that was...."

"It’s fine."

Then she paused.

I felt it — a soft resistance.

Her virginity.

Her eyes met mine.

She was breathing fast now, lips parted, pupils wide with fear and lust tangled together.

"Do it," she said, voice small but steady.

"You sure?"

"If you stop, I’ll never forgive you."

I gripped her hips firmly and held her in place, the warm juices drooling down my crotch. Then I thrust up, slow, curling my hips.

She gasped — a cry that wasn’t quite pain or pleasure. Her body locked up as her cunt clenched hard around me as her hymen gave way, the slippery feeling increasing.

Blood trickled where we were joined.

A small... faint line down my shaft.

Barely a drop.

She collapsed against my chest, breathing sharply and shallowly.

I didn’t move. I wrapped my arms around her, holding her close as she shook in my arms.

"It hurts," she whispered.

"I know," I murmured. "It’ll pass."

"Don’t pull out."

"I won’t."

Her body was tight around me — so impossibly tight it felt like her cunt was still trying to keep me out, even though I was already inside her. She trembled, every breath shivering down her spine and into mine.

A soft, broken whimper left her throat. Barely audible, like she hadn’t meant to make a sound.

She didn’t speak. Just held on — arms wrapped around my shoulders, face buried against my neck.

Qinglan’s breathing became more hectic with each slight movement or action that we made. Each breath blew against my cheek, much hotter than the last. The sound of her pussy squelching as she endured the pressure filling her abdomen was erotic.

Her heart throbbed against my chest. It was wild and uneven.

She clenched around my thighs with hers, trying to keep me inside... as she glared at me.

I didn’t move.

Instead, I kissed her softly beneath her ear.

The moment I did, her hips trembled, a wet pop echoing as a lovely voice left her lips; she whimpered and hummed this time more desperately as if the pain was fading... for something else.

"Hnnng....!"

"Shh, it’s alright."

I leaned close and hugged her tight against my chest.

Her warm, slimy walls inside her undulated and squeezed me like a hungry beast.

"Let’s not rush it."

"I know," she whispered.

Her voice was wet now. She blinked against my skin. Her lashes left faint, warm streaks along my neck. Tears — silent, fragile things — that she didn’t want me to see.

But I did.

And I loved her more for them.

She began to move, just slightly. Grinding her hips against mine, not lifting, not thrusting, just rubbing. The wet sound of her cunt sliding along my shaft filled the small room — slick and messy. Her warmth squeezed me in slow, aching waves.

"Nngh... Haa...!" She moaned with a cute sound.

I couldn’t help but feel mesmerised at her heavy breasts swaying... so I cupped them in my hands, tracing the soft curves with my fingers, squeezing, pulling and wrapping her cute nipples in my fingers and pulled them closer to my lips.

She gasped — louder this time. It seemed she liked me picking her nipple.

Then moaned. Longer and lower.

Her back arched with a wet slap of hips.

She ground down harder, and I groaned against her skin, teeth grazing the peak.

A high-pitched breath escaped her lips — half-whimper, half-plea.

We weren’t fucking yet.

But we were already burning.