The landlords.

These were the landlords. Mr. Landon Wilson and Mrs. Amelia Wilson. Mrs. Wilson stopped mid-step when she saw him, and then gave him a subtle, sultry look that made his heart skip a beat and his dick start hardening.

“Ah, Mr. Sawyer. Good to find you here. I wanted to speak to you,” Mr. Wilson said in a very business-like manner. “I wanted to remind you that you should pay your rent at most the week before the last of every month. It’s almost time.”

“Y-Yes, Mr. Wilson,” he stammer a bit, his eyes shifting from the big man to his wife every few seconds. “It’s just… my roommate suddenly decided to leave. I will have to pay this month and then look for a cheaper place.”

“I see. Well, as long as you pay for this month, that’s no issue,” he said, suddenly ending the conversation and turning to his wife. “I’ll go see the people on the 4th floor. You’re done for today, aren’t you?”

“Yes. I’d like to go take a short nap,” Mrs. Wilson nodded to her husband.

As soon as her husband stepped out of the elevator, Mrs. Wilson walked closer to William, her shoulder brushing his.

“So, your roommate left? She was your girlfriend, right?” she asked without looking at him.

“Y-Y-Yes,” he nodded. She happened to be slightly shorter than William, so he managed to get a nice look at her cleavage thanks to her shirt having its first button undone.

“Don’t tell me you two broke up?” she asked with a baffled expression. She eyed him up and down, and he could see clear hunger in her eyes.

“…I caught her cheating on me,” William told her, not really knowing why. A simple “yes” would’ve sufficed.

“No way. I find it hard to believe any woman would cheat on a sweet boy like you.”

Her seductive body language betrayed her kind smile. She rested her hand on his shoulder and slowly made its way down his arm.

‘Take her.’

Ah? He could’ve sworn he heard something.

‘She wants you. She lusts for you. She won’t resist.’

His head felt hazy.

…

God, Mrs. Wilson was really sexy. He had to wonder how soft her tits were.

‘She is, isn’t she? Her husband doesn’t deserve her.’

“Tell you what, Mr. Sawyer. Why don’t you stop by my place later? I’ll help you find a cheap new apartment. I know a lot of people in this business.”

He felt his lust rising again. Every second spent looking at this woman was a second filled with images of what he wanted to do to her.

Somehow this wasn’t like before, when his classmates were flirting with him. Maybe it was because Mrs. Wilson was older and he couldn’t see his ex’s face in her, but he knew it was more likely that he was past his limit.

‘Take what you want. Give in to your desire!’