Apocalypse King: Recruiting S-Tier Beauties With My Ruler System
Chapter 97: Tearing the Frost (2) [R18]

Chapter 97: Tearing the Frost (2) [R18]

Her moans deepened as she kept grinding on me, slow and messy. The sound of her cunt sliding along my shaft was obscene — wet, thick, rhythmic. Every motion sent a fresh ripple of heat through her walls, and I felt it all. Her breath against my neck, her tits pressed against my chest, the way her hips trembled every time she rocked forward.

"Qinglan..." I whispered.

She didn’t answer.

Just rolled her hips again, slower now, as if savouring the way her body stretched around mine. My cock twitched deep inside her, fully seated, every throb sending a moist warmth spilling out around the base.

She let out a soft, breathy gasp.

A trail of saliva glistened from her parted lips. Her face flushed. Her eyes were half-lidded.

"Feels... full," she murmured, voice shaky and soaked in need.

"You are," I whispered back. "You’re taking all of me."

A moan — longer, higher-pitched this time — broke from her throat. I could feel her cunt pulse around me, slow waves that massaged every inch of my cock.

I kissed her.

Deep. Tongue against tongue. My hand slid down her back, grabbing her plump ass, squeezing the soft flesh as I gently thrust up — not hard, not fast but... deliberate and grinding through her soft folds. Just enough to make her groan.

She gasped into my mouth — a wet sound, full of surprise and pleasure. Her thighs locked tighter around me.

I thrust again.

And again.

The sound of our bodies meeting — soft slaps and wet suction — echoed in the tiny room. Her pussy was soaked. Every movement made that wet schlk sound, like my cock was being swallowed deeper into her.

"F-fuck..." she moaned. "So deep..."

Her eyes fluttered open. That bright electric blue shimmered for a heartbeat, then flickered red.

Not fully.

Just a thin ring of glowing crimson circling the iris.

The change reminded me of when she became the other Qinglan...

I froze.

"Qinglan...?"

She blinked, her breath ragged, chest heaving. Her expression twisted into something deeper, not pain. Need. Obsession... and lust.

"No," she whispered, grabbing my wrists and pinning them to the mat. "Don’t stop. Don’t you dare stop."

Her hips began to move.

Slow thrusts turned to deliberate strokes. Qinglan’s cunt gripped me with a rhythm, and the room filled with slap, schlk, slap, faster each time. Her hair stuck to her face, sweat glistening down her neck, her breasts bouncing lightly with each thrust.

Then harder.

Faster.

"Ah—John—!" she gasped, her voice rising with every grind.

Her eyes were red now. Fully. A glowing, fiery red that stared down at me like I was prey beneath a starving goddess.

She rode me like she wanted to fuck the memory of every failure out of her body — her hips slamming down harder, wetter, faster.

The mat beneath us creaked. Her thighs slapped against mine, and my cock slammed into her soaked cunt with a lewd, violent squelch each time.

I couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think.

She placed both hands on my chest, digging her nails into my skin. She was moaning now — loud, wild, uncontrolled. Her back arched, sweat flying from her skin as she bounced on my cock, eyes glowing, mouth open.

"Ahhh—ahh—haaah—!" she cried out, voice high and broken.

Mu Qinglan’s eyes became brighter, her moans filling the small room, turning into more of a cry as her hips slammed down against my thighs.

"Ahhh—faster—deeper—!"

Again.

And Again.

And Again!

The sounds we made were obscene, wet, messy and loud.

Her pussy bubbled and squelched with each movement, each slap of her ass against my thighs, the slimy juices now oozing down her thighs.

My cock buried into her pussy, stretching her and reaching her cervix with its curved shape dragging along her soft, silky walls.

"Y-you’re hitting so deep," she gasped, trembling. "I can feel you—so fucking deep inside me!"

Her voice cracked.

Qinglan’s ass bounced with a loud smack.

She was riding my cock like a jockey, galloping with swift, quick rolls of her hips. Erotic slaps of flesh echoed as her ass squished against my thighs... her hips moving like a piston as she panted like a dog.

My head tipped back. I groaned through clenched teeth, every thrust threatening to undo me, but I held. I wanted to feel her unravel fully.

"I love this—" she gasped, "—I love you, John—so much I could break—let me break on you—Hnng—Haaa!—fuck me—!"

She bent down and bit my neck — not hard, not to hurt — just to mark. Her tongue followed, lapping at the sweat on my skin.

"You’re mine," she growled, voice wet, unhinged, desperate. "All of you. No one else gets this cock. No one else gets you."

I grabbed her hips and thrust up hard.

She screamed — a high, shameless sound that made her whole body lock and jerk. Her pussy clamped around me like a vice, choking my cock in spasming waves of heat and slimy juices.

"More—please more—use me, John—break me—mark me—"

Her voice shattered on that last word.

She flung her head back — hair whipping, red eyes blazing — and rode me with everything she had. Her juices streamed down my shaft, pooling under us onto the mat. The pace was violent now, ruinous. The room filled with a mix of wild moans, slippery slaps, and her broken cries of ecstasy.

Her inner walls pulsed harder, faster.

She was close again.

So was I.

"Cum inside," she moaned. "Fill me—I want it—I want it all—!"

Her hips slammed down one last time.

And I lost control.

My cock jerked deep inside her as I exploded, hot cum gushing into her tight, soaked cunt in thick, punishing bursts.

She squealed — a high, raw sound of perfect pleasure — flinging her head back again as her face became distorted with what looked like a mixture of pleasure and calm.

Her body shook violently on top of mine.

Her cunt milked every drop from me, squeezing and pulsing as her thighs twitched and locked.

We stayed like that — her grinding through the aftershocks, my cock twitching inside her — locked, wet, panting.

"I love you," she whispered again. "I love you, and I’m never letting you go."

Her voice was warm now. Possessive.

A little dangerous.

But I didn’t pull away.

Qinglan sighed, dropping down onto my chest with a sigh. I could hear her breathing, but she seemed exhausted as her muscles still quivered and twitched... her hands wrapped around my neck, muttering and humming in my ear.

I wrapped my arms around her.

And I held her like I meant it.

She was still seated on my cock — still inside her.

Her cunt twitched around me, slowly now, like it didn’t want to let me go.

I could feel the slow, sticky drip of my release spilling out from our connection, trailing down my thighs, soaking the mat beneath us.

Mu Qinglan didn’t move for a long time.

Just lay there against my chest, breath slowing, cheek pressed into the curve of my shoulder like it belonged there. Her fingers traced light patterns near my collarbone, aimless—not searching, just staying close.

I could feel her everywhere.

Skin is still warm. Slick. Legs locked lazily around my hips, as if Qinglan’s body didn’t trust gravity to separate us. Her scent clung to my throat. My heartbeat thudded heavily beneath hers, a strange echo of the rhythm we’d just shared.

I stayed where I was.

Didn’t speak.

Didn’t shift.

Her breath finally slowed to a quiet hum — no longer ragged, just tired. Satisfied in a way I hadn’t seen from her before.

Then she whispered — so faint I barely caught it.

"...still inside me."

I didn’t answer. Just held Qinglan tighter.

There was no need to speak.

She pressed closer anyway.

The sweat between us had cooled a little now.

Qinglan’s hair stuck to my chest. Her hands rested on either side of my neck — no longer gripping, no longer clawing. Just resting there. As if letting go would cost something she didn’t want to pay.

I didn’t move.

But I was starting to listen again.

The room was silent.

But the silence wasn’t perfect.

From the far wall, faint vibrations trembled through the plaster. Wood creaked. Not loudly. Just once.

Then another.

Like someone had stepped away too quickly.

My eyes opened slowly, but the sound didn’t repeat.

But I could hear breathing again — too distant to be Qinglan’s. Too careful.

Somewhere beyond the thin clubroom door, muffled voices started. Low. Whispered. Names, maybe. Words I couldn’t make out. Then nothing.

I turned my head slightly, glanced toward the door.

Mu Qinglan shifted above me, not waking, but responding. She nuzzled her cheek into my neck again, almost sleepily, her breath warm against my jaw.

I felt her legs twitch around my waist once more.

Still joined.

Still warm.

Still claimed.

Her voice broke through the quiet again, this time closer to her usual tone — low, dry, familiar.

"...don’t get soft on me."

"I wasn’t planning to," I said.

But something about the way she said it — the way her hips shifted again like she wanted me to stay just a little longer — felt less like her usual sarcasm.

And more like something else.

After that... her body started to sway, slowly at first.... then once again we lost ourselves to a forbidden and dirty pleasure in this small yet cosy storage room.

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