Apocalypse King: Recruiting S-Tier Beauties With My Ruler System-Chapter 247: Cat Fight

Mu Qinglan’s aura chilled the room as it swirled with a frigid squall. I couldn’t say that I preferred how soft and comfortable Tang Wei’s insides squeezed me. Right? That would be stupid... I am not that stupid.

"John... answer me."

Her ice sharpened into long, arrows of frost that hovered over her head. A marvel at the cultivation technique I passed on to her.

To avoid certain death, I sucked the air with a long breath. I absorbed her elemental qi, which flowed down to my stomach, forming a sphere inside my dantian. The bite of the icy qi was uncomfortable for a moment, but my body soon adjusted to it.

A darker swirl of aura leaked from my body in the opposite direction.

"Well, you’re different..." My answer didn’t clear the atmosphere, Qinglan’s eyes narrowed into a sharper glare. "It was comfortable inside Tang Wei, but you felt better." Her mouth twitched at my statement.

"Hah!"

Mu Qinglan pointed at me with a frigid expression on her face. "You..." She sank her teeth into her soft lips as they quivered. "Why, couldn’t you lie and say I am the best?" I watched as her eyes filled with small, frosty tears that soon dripped down her chin, forming frozen droplets.

"If I lied, would you be happy?" There wasn’t much I could do, lying never got me anywhere good and while Mu Qinglan carried more sentimental and emotional meaning to me, for sheer sex appeal and lust. Tang Wei and Jiang Siwan were far ahead.

"No, but...!" She bit her lip further, sinking her teeth, a soft line of red dripping down the soft pink flesh as her tears continued to spill.

"You’re the most important woman to me."

I knew that I lacked the emotional depth and experience to manage a single woman, let alone the many women I became involved with due to my greed.

[True, John, you’re horrible with women... except in bed]

Even the System turned against me.

Thud!

Before I could blink, the Qi wrapping Qinglan exploded in a series of sharp jets of ice. She lunged at me with both arms, reaching for my neck.

She’s not trying to hurt me... Her expression was confused yet gentle, so I didn’t resist or push her back and let her body collide with mine.

We fell back on the sofa, almost overturning as it rocked back and forth, but slammed down, bringing our bodies together. Faces close, noses touching, and the warmth of Qinglan’s rapid breaths blowing against my cheek.

Her breath smelled like honeyed peach, the dessert she had just finished.

I looked into her eyes while taking a deep breath, the scent of her perfume lingered on my lips, a sour yet floral taste.

She leaned against me, her eyes darting across my face as if searching for something, a reaction or maybe just taking in the view.

"Don’t cry."

"I’m not crying, bastard." She sniffled, her delicate fingers brushing the back of my neck, holding me in place as her knees locked me in place.

"Am I that bad? Is that why you need so many other women?"

A different tone, more delicate and vulnerable, even despite her eyes glowing crimson red, this brought a sense of intimacy to the situation.

"No... It’s just that... Well..." I didn’t know how to explain that I was getting stronger and felt more powerful. The more women I slept with, the better it got.

"Spit it out."

She snapped before pinching the nape of my neck; her nails dug slightly into my skin.

"Ouch! Stop, you little devil..." I grabbed her wrist and pulled it away. "It was my mistake, but it’s not because I don’t like you." I felt guilty and tried to make amends, but her expression remained cold, like a feral cat on a hot tin roof.

Her teeth clenched as she spat out, "If I’m not number one, I’ll kill everyone else." Her eyes flashed with a dark red aura, a clear sign that she was deadly serious.

I couldn’t help but feel a tingle in my stomach.

"Qinglan, don’t say that." I sighed and wrapped my arms around her waist. "Is this really how you feel?" My fingers slipped under her shirt, tracing her smooth back in circles.

I narrowed my eyes as her body shivered, the thumping of her heart pounding beside my ear. Her skin was soft, filled with warmth as I spread my fingers around her back.

"Stop trying to make me horny, John, I am angry..."

Her breaths grew more and more disoriented, a thicker scent of peach blowing into my nose as she shifted on my lap, although like a cat. I knew this was unfair, but I couldn’t stop Qinglan’s crazy outbursts through normal means.

"I’ll do better... I promise."

She didn’t say anything but pressed her forehead against mine, and I could feel her heartbeat slowing.

Though slower, the resounding thud echoed in the silent room.

"Better? I don’t want better... I just want you to love me more, most..."

Her lips quivered, tears welling up in her eyes once again. I couldn’t resist and leaned in to kiss her, our mouths joining in a slow, chilled touch.

The softness of her pink lips wrapped around me as she sank her teeth gently into my bottom lip, as if to mark it. With a slurp, she pressed her soft tongue into mine, the warmth of her saliva dripping from my lips.

A peach kiss.

The thoughts of other women vanished; lust, conquest - all that remained was Mu Qinglan.

She straddled me, sinking her soft mound until the wetness pressed against me, with a squelch, the soaked bodysuit leaked through her tight pants, rubbing against the tent of my crotch.

Slow, gentle thrusts of her hips began to increase as her tongue explored my mouth.

"I am the best, right? Mmmmph... you want me most, right?"

With each question, the glow of her eyes became more intense, her breathing more ragged, and her grip on my neck tighter.

Mu Qinglan was so cute!

How couldn’t she be the best?

I wanted to nod and agree, but I had a feeling that if I did, she would try to sleep with me right here. However, I needed to meet with Roulan’s father, and Roulan herself should be coming back any moment.

Managing a harem of women was far more work and an emotional burden than I had imagined.

Yet why did I find it fun, rather than a burden?

Do I have masochistic tendencies when dealing with this violent and crazy woman?

***

As much as I wanted to continue kissing and enjoying Mu Qinglan’s touch, a sudden cough interrupted us.

Shen Yifei’s face twisted with a sharp scowl, her arms crossed over her chest.

"A-Are you two done yet!"

Her blonde twintails bounced with each movement, her outfit changed from the bodysuit to a neat summer dress with polka dots and a pair of Alice shoes.

"Stop eating his face, you desperate cow!" Shen Yifei stomped and marched over to pull Qinglan from me by the arm, but she wouldn’t budge, clinging to me like a stubborn cat.

"Get lost, Yifei, we’ve been together the longest."

"Hah? As if that means anything, do you know how many times he’s used my mouth?"

"What!? Are you starting a fight?"

Qinglan climbed off me, her eyes flickering between blue and red, as the fight with Yifei brought back her logical mind. The zombie Qinglan I had met in the first days of the apocalypse seemed to exist in the depths of her mind.

Possessive, violent and excessively obscene.

The weight of Qinglan vanished from my lap as she dove at Yifei, who stood mocking her.

Swish!

Yifei twisted her body with a quick turn, avoiding Qinglan, before throwing a cheap kick at her stomach. The loud sound of a kick impacting flesh echoed.

"Ugh!" Qinglan winced, but I noticed her foot swinging at Yifei’s exposed ankles, tripping her. "You little bitch!" She pounced on Yifei and grabbed one of her twintails, pulling it tightly.

"Ack!? Get off my hair you slut!" The knee of Yifei swung upwards, landing a strike against the bottom of Qinglan’s jaw.

"Uhnn!"

Yifei and Qinglan were entangled in a wrestling match, engaging in hair-pulling, punches, kicks, and slapping. The two women screamed and cursed as they fought on the floor.

"..."

I watched quietly, eyes measuring their strength and the level of their fight. If it exceeded a playful and mere argument, I’d step in... but the flash of Yifei’s panties and bare butt... and the tight-fitting bodysuit of Qinglan distracted me.

"Oh my, what are they doing?"

Eventually, Jiang Roulan came inside, her nightgown and makeup removed; she looked homely yet delicious, with a few freckles around her nose. "John, why are you allowing this to happen?"

I looked at her before shaking my head, and pointing towards them, "it’s just an argument, besides if I stepped in between, I’ll only make it worse."

No...

I just thought they needed to release some steam and let out their jealousy.