A week had passed since Alex wrecked Alice in his mom's living room, turning her into his perfect collared puppy.
His routine rolled smooth as ever: morning college lectures, afternoon study group with Lily and Ash, both getting more comfortable with him, then part-time shifts at Mary's store where her golden eyes lingered lovingly, brushing his arm "accidentally" more often.
With, of course, a lot of just passionate sex with his bonded girls.
Bonds deepened—Alice cuter and clingier, she began sitting next to him more often. And Anna more affectionate and bold. It was all perfect. His daily life changed drastically with Liza's presence.
But his day wasn't done. Alex stepped out of a boring lecture, stretching tall into the warm midday sun, crimson eyes squinting against the light. Campus buzzed lazily around him—students chatting, bikes whirring past. He pulled out his phone, thumbing notifications.
Liza purred filthily in his mind, voice honeyed sin. 'Mmm♡, apartment appointment time, handsome? Not far—perfect spot for everyone. Go get it~'
Alex smirked subtly, pocketing the phone. He'd scoped listings for the last days, landing on a mid-tier gem: not cheap but no luxury rip-off, three rooms, slick kitchen, cozy living space, spacious shower with a deep bathtub—ideal for many bathers.
Location not far from his house and not far from Mary's store, with a nice busy street. No more classes for the morning; he decided to walk there solo, Liza's teasing his only company.
He set off with a casual stride, sun warming his skin, hands loose in pockets. Streets bustled vibrantly—cafes spilling chatter, shops hawking deals, and no thugs or shady alleyways. Safety was above all.
Liza's giggles bubbled nonstop, crude heat tingling his cock faintly. 'Hehe♡, imagine the landlord—a hot MILF? Bend her over the desk. Or that mommy Mary nearby... fat ass quivering while you drown her in cum♡. Walls thin for Ash's moans next door~ Giggle, cock twitchy already?'
Alex chuckled low, ignoring the half-chub. "Keep wetdreaming, Liza." But her vulgar thoughts fueled dirty flashes in his head: Mary bent over counters, Alice collared on all fours, Erin chained during study sessions.
The walk flew by quickly—ten minutes to the tidy complex: modern low-rise buildings, neat lawns, buzzing sidewalk crowds.
He veered to the small management building nearby—landlord desk, cleaning staff rooms, administration building. The door swung open before he decided to look around, and out stepped a stunning young woman.
Long smooth blonde hair cascaded straight to her mid-back, framing a sharp pretty face with piercing grey eyes. Professional black suit jacket hugged medium perky tits just right, tiny waist cinched slender like a corset dream, flaring to wide breedable hips.
Tight pencil skirt clung sinful, hem sinking deep into thick juicy thighs sheathed in sheer pantyhose, big peachy ass straining the fabric taut—every step a hypnotic sway. Mid-twenties vibe, sharp like his hot teacher Janeth but with a colder edge unlike her.
Alex drank her in slow, crimson eyes tracing curves appreciatively. Of course, his cock stirred interest too. Then her gaze snapped to his, frown pinching those plump lips, hand planting firm on her tiny waist, grey eyes narrowing ice.
She spoke feminine-smooth, voice polished but edged. "How can I help you, young man?"
Alex met her icy stare calmly, smiling faint but confident. "Here for the 3-bedroom viewing. Appointment at 2. It's Alex"
Her grey eyes flicked over him once—clinical, detached—then she nodded curtly, turning on her heel without a word of warmth. She did remember an "Alex" after checking the daily appointments.
"Follow me. I'm Elena Voss, the owner and landlord of the entire complex."
She led him inside the management office first—small, clean, desk stacked with folders, faint scent of coffee and printer ink. She grabbed a keyring from a drawer with precise movements, heels clicking sharp on tile as she walked back out and toward the nearest building.
Alex followed, eyes dropping naturally to the hypnotic sway of her big peachy ass in that tight skirt—fabric clinging like second skin, pantyhose shimmering with each step, cheeks flexing subtly. Liza purred low in his mind.
'Dang, handsome... that ass is criminal~ Imagine bending her over the kitchen counter in the new place, skirt hiked up, pantyhose ripped open, pounding her while she tries to stay professional and cool...'
Elena didn't glance back once. Her posture stayed rigid, shoulders squared, every movement efficient and professional. But as Alex walked behind her, his incubus senses sharpened—nose catching the faintest trace beneath her expensive floral perfume: a subtle, hidden heat.
Musky, sweet arousal, warm and feminine, pulsing low from between her thighs. Her pulse quickened under her pale skin, a light flush creeping up her neck she couldn't hide completely. She was wet—slickness gathering, scent blooming despite her ice-cold facade. Professionally flawless on the surface, but her body betrayed her.
Liza giggled filthily. 'Smell that, baby? She's dripping under that skirt. Cold bitch act, but her pussy knows what it wants. Push her buttons... see how long the ice lasts.'
They reached the third floor—quiet hallway, fresh paint smell, doors numbered and neat. Elena stopped at 3B, slid the key in, turned the lock with a soft click. Door swung open to bright, open space: large living room with big windows letting in afternoon sun, open kitchen with island counter, three doors leading to bedrooms, hallway to bathroom.
"Take your time" Elena said, voice flat and professional. "I'll be right here if you have questions."
She stepped inside but stayed near the door—arms crossed under her perky tits, grey eyes watching him like she was conducting an inspection, not showing a single crack in her cold demeanor.
Alex walked the space deliberately, opening cabinets, checking windows, testing faucets. He moved slowly, letting her follow a step behind—close enough to catch more of that secret scent wafting from her.
It grew stronger the longer he stayed near: warm, musky, feminine heat, her arousal leaking despite her rigid posture. Her breathing stayed controlled, but he caught the tiniest hitch when he brushed past her in the kitchen, arm grazing hers accidentally.
Elena didn't react outwardly—face remained impassive, grey eyes cool.
"Three bedrooms" she said, tone clipped. "Main one has en-suite shower. Rent's competitive for the area. Utilities separate, but the internet included."
Alex turned to face her, standing close enough to feel the faint heat radiating from her body. Crimson eyes met her grey ones, holding steady.
"Looks good. Quiet neighbors?"
Elena's reply was immediate, professional, detached. "Mostly young professionals and retirees. No complaints so far."
He nodded slowly, stepping closer—testing boundaries. "You live nearby?"
She didn't back up, but her voice stayed ice-cold. "I own the entire complex. My unit is next door to this one—3A."
Alex raised a brow, smiling faintly. "Convenient."
Elena's grey eyes narrowed slightly, lips pressed into a thin line. "It allows me to monitor the property directly."
Silence stretched thick between them. She uncrossed her arms, fingers drumming the counter lightly, grey eyes locked on his crimson ones without a flicker of softness.
"Any other questions?" she asked, voice lower but still edged and cold.
Alex leaned on the island counter opposite her, arms crossed casually. "Security?"
"Cameras in halls, keycard entry after 10 PM. Safe area."
He nodded again, eyes tracing her face—sharp cheekbones, full lips pressed into a thin line, cold grey eyes that felt like they could cut glass. Her arousal scent was unmistakable now—musky, sweet, feminine slickness gathering, thighs subtly pressing together under the skirt—but she stood perfectly still, posture rigid.
"Interested?" she asked, voice lower but still purely professional.
Alex stepped around the island counter slowly, closing the distance. "Very."
Elena didn't move. Her breathing deepened slightly, chest rising under the suit jacket, but her face remained impassive, grey eyes locked on his crimson ones without a flicker of warmth.
"Then we can discuss terms in the office," she said, voice smooth and professional. "Follow me."
She turned sharply, heels clicking as she walked back toward the door—ass swaying hypnotic, but posture rigid, cold. Alex followed, his cock twitching harder. It was too expensive for a student like him, but it definitely was worth every penny.
Liza giggled in his head. 'She's soaked. Ice queen on top, dripping underneath. Push harder... see how long she holds that mask.'