Apocalypse : Transmigrated With Milf System

Chapter 30 - Negotiation

"System show me the task progress"

[Ding! Host the task rewards will be extracted only after fully completion of task]

[Ding! Dick down Both Anya and Elara]

[Completion Reward : Star Formation Skill, Energy Drink x3, 500mm Cola x5, 1kg Pork Ribs x2, Instant Medikit x2]

[Completion rate : 50%]

"Looks like i have to work hard again, huh" he smirked and fell silent.

The room was silent now, save for the faint hum of the ventilation system and the ragged breaths of two tangled bodies.

Ruel lay half atop Elara, his chest rising and falling as he stared at the ceiling.

His muscles twitched with aftershocks of release, but his mind... his mind was already racing ahead. Plotting. Calculating.

Elara lay still beneath him, her body trembling from the strain and overstimulation, her inner thighs slick and sore.

Her breath caught when she tried to move—but she didn't regret it.

She'd given herself completely—and been taken completely.

But now that the fire had passed, something colder crept in. Which braught her awareness.

Her voice was hoarse when she finally spoke.

"...You'll keep your promise?"

Ruel didn't answer at first.

He rolled to the side, stretching lazily, as though he hadn't just ravaged her within an inch of her sanity.

He turned his head toward her, one hand propping his cheek up.

"You think I go back on my word?" he said, voice laced with amusement. "I'm not a liar, Elara. I'm just... selective about what I value."

She turned her head, meeting his gaze. Her eyes, still glazed with the remnants of arousal, now carried a glint of guarded steel. "And does Madam Alena also fall into what you value?"

"She does," he admitted. "But not for the reasons you think."

"Then tell me."

He leaned in close, lips brushing her ear again. "Because she has something I want."

"Influence. Power... and No Fucks like that." he snapped back as he smirked evilly.

"She comes into mind plan because she's like a flower in the garden and I intend to be at the center of it."

"So that means... you look at us like a doll after all... " she said plainly, though her voice didn't carry accusation. Just resignation.

He shrugged. "Everyone uses everyone, sweetheart. I look for woman, to quench my inner desires, being frank aren't i."

"The question is: do you enjoy being used?" His fingers trailed down her stomach, suggestive. "Because you sure looked like you did a moment ago."

Elara flushed again, a mix of shame and memory burning in her cheeks. Her lips parted, but she didn't argue.

Instead, she asked quietly, "And what about me?"

He raised an eyebrow. "What about you?"

"Am I part of your plan, or just a pleasant distraction?"

There was a pause. For a heartbeat, Ruel's gaze turned sharp. Analytical. He didn't expect the question... or the weight behind it.

Finally, he smiled. Not the sadistic one he used to unnerve and seduce. This one was more curious. Almost... entertained.

"You're useful," he said. "Loyal, fierce, deliciously conflicted. And just dangerous enough to keep me interested."

She scoffed, looking away. "Romantic."

He chuckled, brushing a strand of damp hair from her face. "I'm not here for romance, Elara. I'm here for Fun. But you—" his voice dropped, "—you can stay close. So long as you don't forget who's in charge."

She gave him a sidelong glance, something like a challenge flickering in her eyes. "We'll see about that."

He laughed again, deeper this time.

Before another word could pass between them, a knock echoed through the room—three sharp raps.

Elara's body tensed. "That's the signal."

Ruel sat up slowly, his body still naked, unabashed. "Ah. Reality calls."

She moved to sit, but winced, grabbing the edge of the bed as soreness radiated through her hips. "Shit..."

Ruel smirked. "Told you I don't play soft."

"You're a damn beast."

"And you're a masochist," he shot back, reaching for his pants.

She managed a faint laugh through gritted teeth. "You might be right."

As they dressed—Elara in a tight black tactical uniform,

Ruel in his freshly stolen shawl, he covered his dick as the tension shifted. From lust to purpose.

Elara pulled her hair back into a bun, her expression hardening.

"Madam needs to see you. She's ready to talk strategy now that you're... on board."

Ruel buttoned his shirt, his eyes narrowing thoughtfully.

"Good. I've got a few ideas of my own. And a few weaknesses in this place's structure she'll want to know about."

"And in exchange?"

He looked at her. Smirked. "Oh, I'll collect when it matters."

Elara stepped to the door, paused. Then looked over her shoulder.

"You know, you might be a bastard, but you're an effective one."

"Careful," he said as he followed her, licking the edge of his teeth. "Say too many nice things and I might think you're falling for me."

She rolled her eyes. "Not in this lifetime."

"Challenge accepted."