He still needs to go to class.

His university was a decent one. It had three different buildings. One for sciences, one for humanities and one for administrative purposes. Since he was majoring in journalism, he went to the humanities building.

He headed to the fourth floor for his writing class. He wasn’t in the mood to go at all considering his health and the recent break up, but he had always been responsible about his studies.

When he went into the classroom, he saw several heads turning to look at him, most of them women. He started feeling very self-conscious as they eyed him up and down.

“Hey, Will! Looking good today. Did you finally take a shower?” His friend Jeremy said with a strong pat on the shoulder and sitting next to him.

“Funny,” he said, deadpanned.

“Hey, I’m just glad you finally look like you’re putting yourself together. You’ve been a mess since last week,” he said with a smile.

“I have, haven’t I?” Jeremy said he was looking good, but the way he looked at him was completely different to how some of the girls around were eyeing him. Jeremy was looking at him as a friend; the girls looked ready to pounce on him. He had to admit, not a terrible feeling.

“Well, not the first time it happens. I keep hoping it’ll be that last, though,” he tried to joke. “I just don’t want this to lead to me failing a class. Or several.”

It was after class that things got weirder. One after another, as if taking turns, girls came up to him to talk, saying stuff that ranged from a pretty tame “I heard you broke up with your girlfriend. If you need someone to talk to, I’d be happy to lend an ear.” To more direct stuff like “I bet she was a bitch anyway. All you have to do is ask and I promise I’ll help you forget all about her.”

Yeah, that last one managed to get his dick hard. He was about to accept, too, but a lingering pain stopped him. He could almost see his ex’s face on that last girl, and that made him decline.

However, with every step he took back home he regretted that decision. He was feeling so stupidly horny. Something inside him told him to give in to his desires, but he kept fighting it because… well… because it didn’t feel natural. He had never been THIS horny before.

He thankfully only had to walk 5 minutes to reach his building. He would masturbate as soon as he got home and hopefully he’d start to think straight.

The building wasn't the only one here, of course. Being this close to the university, there were several apartment buildings with places for rent, many of which were owned by the same people. There were many students here, but since the apartments were expensive because of their location, only those that were better off could afford them. Of course, his ex had to pick one of the most expensive buildings.

He stepped through the double doors at the entrance and walked to the elevator. For the time being, he was on the 7th floor out of 10, with about 4 apartments per floor. When the elevator reached the second floor, its doors opened and in came two people. One, a tall man with very short black hair with a serious expression on his face. The second, his wife. A busty beauty with long, straight light brown hair and a curvy hourglass figure and slightly tanned skin.