He can make her familarise him with her smell

Sakshi tried standing up, her breathing uneven, her body leaning slightly against the washing machine for support. Her glazed eyes stared down at the pile of Allen’s clothes now crammed into the machine, her fingers twitching as if she were grappling with some invisible ****. Allen watched her intently, the corners of his lips curling into a sly smile.

“You know,” Allen said, his voice light, almost conversational. “I think you don’t actually hate my smell as much as you claim.”

Sakshi’s head snapped up, her eyes narrowing in indignation. “What? That’s ridiculous,” she said, her voice cracking slightly.

“Is it?” Allen countered, taking a step closer to her, his shirtless frame looming in the cramped space. “I mean, think about it. If you really hated it that much, you wouldn’t have gone through the trouble of smelling so many of my clothes one after the other. Right?”

Sakshi opened her mouth to retort but hesitated, her brow furrowing. “That’s not—”

“Logical?” Allen interrupted, leaning in just enough to make her shift uncomfortably. “Come on, Sakshi. You’re smarter than that. Admit it—some part of you doesn’t mind it as much as you’re pretending to.”

“That’s absurd!” she shot back, though her voice had lost much of its edge.

Allen sighed, shaking his head with mock sympathy. “You don’t have to lie to yourself, Sakshi. Here-let’s see if we can clear this up.”

Before she could react, Allen raised the perfume bottle and sprayed it directly into her face again. The fine mist enveloped her, and Sakshi stumbled back, coughing and waving her hand in front of her face.

“What the hell, Allen!” she sputtered, her voice muffled by her own sleeve.

But the effect was immediate. Her protests grew fainter as her body slackened, her shoulders drooping. Her lips parted slightly, and a dazed, almost vacant look spread across her face. She blinked several times, as though trying to grasp a thought that kept slipping away.

Allen tilted his head, marveling at the transformation. This time, the perfume seemed to hit her harder, like it had amplified its hold on her. Her breathing slowed, and the tension that had defined her moments ago seemed to evaporate entirely.

“I bet you test your own stink before throwing your clothes in the wash, don’t you?” Allen said, his voice slow and deliberate, the words rolling off his tongue like a challenge.

Sakshi blinked at him, her expression flickering with confusion and faint resistance. “I—no, that’s not—”

“Think about it,” Allen pressed, his tone a mixture of insistence and mockery. “If you’re already sniffing mine, it only makes sense you’d do the same with your own. After all, you wouldn’t want to waste water washing something that isn’t really dirty, right?”

Sakshi shook her head weakly, as though trying to dispel the suggestion. But her movements were sluggish, uncoordinated. “No... that’s not...”

“Oh, come on,” Allen said, rolling his eyes. “It’s perfectly normal. Everyone does it. Just admit it—you’ve probably done it a hundred times.”

The silence stretched for a moment, and then, almost imperceptibly, Sakshi’s head dipped in a small nod. Her hands moved mechanically to the hem of her hoodie. Allen’s eyes widened slightly in surprise as she pulled it over her head without another word, revealing smooth skin and a gorgeous pair of lace encased tits beneath.

With robotic precision, Sakshi lifted the hoodie to her face and took a hesitant whiff. Her nose wrinkled, and she let out a soft gag, but there was no resistance in her movements. She tossed the shirt into the washing machine and reached for her slacks, her actions slow but deliberate as she pulled them down and stepped out of them.

Allen’s heart raced as he watched her kick off her slacks and repeat the process, each article of clothing eliciting a brief grimace followed by a vacant smile. She stood in just her undergarments, her face had transformed. The corners of her lips curved upward, forming a wide, derpy grin that seemed completely at odds with her usual sharp demeanor.

Allen grinned, barely able to contain his excitement. So, it works even better than I thought.

Sakshi’s glassy eyes flicked toward him, her smile unwavering as she stood there, awaiting her next instruction. Allen could feel the power shift, the control firmly in his hands now.

“Well,” he said, his tone dripping with satisfaction. “Looks like we’re making progress.”

Sakshi’s grin widened, her breath steady now, though her eyes remained hazy, almost dreamlike. She stood in her undergarments, her body still, except for the faint rise and fall of her chest. Allen’s heart raced as he stepped closer, the scent of the perfume still lingering faintly in the air, mingling with something more primal—something human.

“You know,” Allen began, his voice low and coaxing, “I think we’ve been making some real progress here. You’re starting to come around, aren’t you?”

Sakshi tilted her head slightly, her expression almost childlike in its simplicity. “Come around?”

“Yes,” Allen said, his smile widening. “You’re not just okay with body odor, Sakshi. You love it. You crave it. Especially mine.”

For a moment, her brows twitched as though she were trying to process the words, to fight against them. But then, her lips parted, and she whispered, “I... love it?”

Allen nodded slowly, his gaze locking with hers. “That’s right. You can’t get enough of it. It’s like nothing else. And you don’t want to be greedy, do you?”

Sakshi shook her head faintly, the motion almost imperceptible.

“Of course not,” Allen continued, his tone taking on a near-reassuring quality. “If you enjoy my scent, then it’s only fair I get to experience yours too. Right?”

Her smile wavered for a split second before it returned, stronger than before. “Yes... that’s fair.”

“Good girl,” Allen said softly, the words almost slipping out instinctively. “Why don’t you make it easier for me, then?”

Without hesitation, Sakshi interlocked her fingers behind her head, her elbows jutting out to the sides as she raised her arms, baring her armpits to him. She stood there in total compliance, her breathing even and steady, her body language radiating a strange sense of pride.

Allen blinked, momentarily stunned by the ease with which she obeyed. He took a step forward, his gaze flicking between her expression—still adorned with that silly, vacant grin—and the exposed skin of her underarms.

“Well,” Allen murmured, leaning in slightly. “Let’s see if it’s as good as I’m hoping.”

His face hovered inches from her, the heat of her body noticeable as he closed the distance. The earthy, musky scent was overwhelming, raw, and unfiltered, filling his senses in a way he hadn’t anticipated. A part of him wanted to recoil, but another, darker part relished the control, the sheer audacity of the moment.

Sakshi let out a soft hum, her eyes half-closing as though basking in some unseen warmth.

“You really are somethin-,” Allen started to say, but the sharp chime of the doorbell cut through the charged silence like a blade.

Both of them froze for a moment. Sakshi’s arms remained locked behind her head, but her eyes flicked toward the door with faint curiosity.

“Who’s that?” Allen asked, his tone sharp, though he made no effort to move away from her.

“It must be... Priya,” Sakshi said, her voice carrying a slight dazed edge. “She’s here to visit me.”

Allen arched his brow. “Your friend Priya? You didn’t mention that.”

“I forgot,” Sakshi admitted, her grin faltering slightly. “I can tell her to leave.”

Allen chuckled, shaking his head. “No, no. I think we can work with this.”

Sakshi blinked, confused. “Work with this?”

Allen stepped back slightly, straightening his posture, a smirk spreading across his face. “Here’s what I want you to do…”