Apocalypse King: Recruiting S-Tier Beauties With My Ruler System Chapter 113: The Sick Girl Liang Mei

March 18th, 20xx — 2:36 PM

Zone 3A-Δ – Elevator to Fifth Floor – En route

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The syringe pulsed cold in my palm.

[Compound A-12]

[Active Stabilisation Window — 168 Hours Remaining]

[Target Injection Point: Gluteus Maximus — Max Absorption Efficiency]

Goddamn.

"Of course," I muttered.

Liang i blinked, still resting in my arms. "Hm?"

"Nothing."

I didn’t explain. There was no point.

The needle was long. Deep-black steel with an amber-gold vial glowing faintly at its core — humming with so quiet, alien pressure. Even without scanning it, I could tell it was potent. Just below S-tier. The kind of compound that could push back death... for a while.

She needed this.

But I hesitated.

Her weight rested lightly in my arms, like sothing borrowed from a softer world. Her heart still beat unevenly — I could feel it against my ribs. And when I looked down, she was watching the needle.

Her expression shifted — not fear, but dread.

"Is this... for ?"

"Yeah."

"...Does it go in my arm?"

I didn’t answer right away.

Instead, I opened the small box and showed her the needle’s tag.

[Injection Site: Glutaeal Region Only – Intramuscular]

Liang i read it.

Her face flushed imdiately. Her entire body stiffened. She blinked rapidly, then lowered her eyes like she’d been caught doing sothing indecent.

Why would dicine to stabilise her heart need to be pushed into her rump?

I honestly felt the system was trying to push towards these won, or maybe an annoying higher power was controlling this?

Maybe one day I would punch him...

Because he knew my inner desires and how much I enjoyed holding her buttocks while carrying the plump little sheep.

"...Oh."

"You can do it over your clothes," I offered.

She looked up at again.

Then shook her head.

"If it’s for... my heart," she said quietly, "then it has to work."

She turned in my arms, slowly — like she was moving through water — and reached for her waistband.

My throat dried.

’What is this kind of scene...’

Her fingers trembled as she hooked them beneath the hem of her sweatpants and began tugging them down... just far enough. Just to expose the soft swell of her backside.

She wasn’t wearing anything underneath.

And that surprised .

Pale skin, porcelain-like and smooth, was suddenly exposed beneath the low blue elevator lights. There was a faint warmth rising off her, and an almost imperceptible scent — sweet, subtle, like freshly peeled lychee and warm linen. Not perfu. Sothing natural.

My eyes lingered longer than they should have.

The cloth fell to her thighs, revealing everything as she made a cute sound.

I tried my best to avoid making it any worse for her.

The curve of her ass was fuller than I expected — rounded, plush, a quiet kind of softness that didn’t fit her usual modest silhouette. It jutted out slightly, creating a faint crease where her thigh t flesh. Faint peach fuzz caught the light near her lower back, where her shirt had ridden up just a little too far.

She clutched the front of her sweatshirt like it would protect her modesty.

And didn’t say a word.

I didn’t either.

Not at first.

I crouched slowly, knees grinding, one hand on her lower back to keep her steady.

She flinched.

"C-Cold..."

"Yeah."

I placed the tip of the syringe against the upper outer curve of her right cheek. She jumped again — the muscles twitching beneath her skin, buttocks tensing instinctively.

’I’m not aroused, this isn’t sexual... I cannot feel the heat from her crotch... nor sll it.’

"I haven’t—"

She bit her tongue.

I didn’t ask what she ant.

The issue was probably the wet beads dripping between her glossy crack... we hadn’t showered or had ti to clean since rushing for the past night and day.

’It slls good though... a little thick...’

My thoughts beca filled with filth as I tried to focus myself with a deep breath.

Her breathing hitched. Her eyes were squeezed shut. Her fingers clutched her sweatshirt tighter.

"I’m going to count to three," I said flatly.

"Okay."

I didn’t.

The needle pierced clean.

She gasped. High-pitched. Like a yelp swallowed mid-word.

Her fingers clenched tighter.

"Ah—!"

I pressed the plunger. Slowly.

The golden stabiliser surged inward. I could feel the warmth radiating beneath my palm as her body accepted it, muscles relaxing slightly under the spreading heat of the dicine. Her breath hitched again. This ti slower. Shakier.

"It’s warm," she mumbled.

"ans it’s working."

She stayed frozen in place, still bent slightly forward. Her pants still down. Her hands still gripping her clothes.

I slid the syringe out.

She let out a breath like she’d been holding it the whole ti.

"...Sorry," she whispered, still not turning around.

"For what?"

"I... I didn’t think it’d be like that."

I didn’t reply.

I reached forward and gently tugged her pants back up, covering the pale curve of her bare skin without a word. She stayed stiff until the waistband rested safely at her hips again.

She didn’t move. Just stood there, head slightly bowed.

"...I’m really not used to this kind of thing," she said quietly.

"I noticed."

But the red of her cheeks was quite cute, so I didn’t want her to feel too bad. " either... I’d never seen such a pretty behind before."

"W-What!?" She gasped and hit my chest with her palms, looking up at while biting her lower lip, although she was mad... an angry sheep was still too soft.

"Haha, sorry. It’s the truth, though."

My words might have made her embarrassed, but it seed to help her focus and get past the awkward mont. Though having a handso face probably helped... if I were ugly, she’d probably have not even entertained the thought.

She let out a tiny laugh, barely more than a breath.

The elevator dinged again.

Fifth floor.

We stepped out without speaking.

"Thank you..."

What surprised was that Liang i skipped out of the elevator, sothing she would never have done before.

The biggest benefit.

[Liang i feels jubilant from feeling no pain for the first ti in years: Affection 50]

[Liang i is shaful, and that you saw her before she could bathe: Affection -10]

[Liang i enjoyed the situation and cannot forget the warmth of your breath: Affection 30]

▼ Liang i can now be recruited.

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Liang i POV

March 18th, 20xx — 2:41 PM

Fifth Floor — Jiang Roulan’s Apartnt——

I didn’t run.

But I might as well have.

As soon as the elevator doors closed behind him, my legs started wobbling. My knees were weak. My face felt like it had been dipped in boiling tea, and my fingers were so stiff I could barely get the apartnt door open.

The mont I stepped inside the strange woman Jiang Roulan’s room, I leaned back against the wall and let out the breath I’d been holding.

She guided to a spare room, where I collapsed on a small makeshift bed.

My hands flew to my cheeks.

"Oh no... oh no..."

I’d shown him everything.

My bottom. My thighs. Even... down there.

He saw it.

I an—of course, he saw it. I was the one who... who pulled down my pants! But it wasn’t supposed to go like that! I didn’t think they would fall! I thought he’d... I don’t know, inject it through the gap of my pants or sothing? Or maybe he’d at least close his eyes—

Why didn’t I ask him to close his eyes?!

I curled down onto my knees in front of the bed, burying my face in the sheets. My heart wasn’t pounding anymore, and that was the strangest thing. I was blushing so hard I felt dizzy, but my chest wasn’t tight. No sharp pulses. No shortness of breath. Just... warmth.

Gentle. Full.

It didn’t even hurt when I cried.

Just a few tears.

Silly ones.

I pulled my hood up and sniffled into my sleeves.

What must he think of now? I was supposed to be polite. Modest. Not... so girl who drops her pants in an elevator and bends over like—

"Ughhhh..."

I smacked my forehead softly against the mattress.

But still... when he touched , he was so careful. He didn’t say anything an. He didn’t laugh. He pulled my pants back up and didn’t look at weird afterwards.

And he even said I was... pretty.

My fingers curled in my lap.

I know he didn’t an it like that... but still.

It made my stomach feel strange.

In a good way.

Maybe I’m a little strange, too.

But... is it really so bad to want him to hold again?

Just once more?

Maybe longer next ti...