Alex followed his new landlord Elena back down the stairs toward the management office, crimson eyes locked on the hypnotic sway of her big peachy ass as it quivered with each precise step.
The tight pencil skirt clung to her like a second skin, riding up just enough to show the faint outline of pantyhose stretched over thick, juicy thighs that ground together subtly with every descent.
Her heels clicked sharp on the steps, hips rolling in controlled rhythm, but Alex's incubus senses caught the truth her cold facade hid: the faint musky-sweet scent of arousal blooming warmer between her long pretty legs, her pulse fluttering faster under pale flawless skin, thighs pressing tighter as if fighting something inside.
She was a goddess-like beauty. Too beautiful and elegant to be that cold. Never showed any unprofessionalism.
Liza's voice purred filthily in his mind, dripping with shameless giggles.'Look at that ass bounce, bro! She's trying so hard to stay ice queen, but her pussy's already drooling for you. I'm gonna crack that attitude wide open, and make her crawl on all fours like the bitch she secretly wants to be. Watch her break while she pretends she's still in control~'
Alex kept his expression neutral, matching her silence, but his gaze never left her grinding thighs. Elena reached the bottom first, posture still rigid, shoulders squared, face an unreadable mask of professionalism. She didn't look back once.
She led him into her private office—small, modern, spotless. Desk dark wood, chair high-backed leather, filing cabinets neat, faint scent of expensive perfume and printer paper. Elena gestured to the chair opposite her desk with a curt nod.
"Please sit."
Alex settled into the chair, legs spread casually, crimson eyes tracking her as she moved behind the desk. She sat with perfect posture, crossing one thick thigh over the other—skirt riding up just enough to show more pantyhose sheen. She pulled out paperwork with precise movements, grey eyes flicking to him coldly.
"Full name for the lease and an ID number" she said, voice smooth but edged, pen poised.
"Alex Evans."
She scribbled without reaction, then continued the standard questions—occupation, income verification, references—all delivered in flat, professional monotone. When he answered "college student" for occupation, her brow rose slightly—the first crack in her ice.
"A college student?" she repeated, tone dry. "Huh. You won the lottery or something?"
Alex leaned back slightly, a polite smile faint. "Something like that."
It was half true. Making a deal with a succubus queen was better than any lottery—power, money, women, all at his command. Elena muttered under her breath as she flipped pages, voice barely audible to normal ears.
"Dumb college kids these days waste money nonstop instead of investing…"
Alex's enhanced sharp hearing caught every word. His brow rose in surprise, then a slow, dangerous smile spread across his face. Nineteen years old, and she—mid-twenties at most—called him a "kid"? Unacceptable.
Liza's giggle turned darker in his head. 'Ohhh, she just insulted my handsome boy♡. Time for a lesson. Let me teach her who's really in charge here.'
Before Alex could respond, Liza's magic activated—soft, invisible powerful succubus zone rolling out from him like warm mist, wrapping around Elena without a trace. Her body reacted instantly.
Elena's pen froze mid-signature. A faint tremor ran through her frame—thighs clenching under the desk, breath deepening suddenly. Her grey eyes widened fractionally, then narrowed again as she fought to keep control.
A light blush crept up her ears, the only visible sign. She exhaled slowly, trying to blow cool air across her face with a delicate hand, but her breathing grew heavier, tenser.
Alex watched her over the paperwork, expression calm and unreadable. He could smell it now—her arousal spiking hard, musky-sweet heat flooding from between her thick plush thighs, soaking through pantyhose and panties, thighs grinding together subtly as if something invisible was teasing her clit.
Elena cleared her throat, voice still cold but slightly strained. "The lease terms are standard. Read it thoroughly."
She slid the contract across the desk. Alex took it slowly, fingers brushing hers deliberately. Elena's breath hitched—a tiny, involuntary sound—and her grey eyes flicked to his face, then away fast.
He read the contract line by line, peeking over the top at her quivering body. She sat perfectly still, but her hands trembled faintly on the desk, chest rising faster, a faint sheen of sweat appearing on her upper lip. It looked like she had a vibrator buried deep inside her, buzzing relentlessly—except it was Liza's magic, cranking her arousal higher with every passing second.
Alex signed smoothly, finding nothing abnormal. The agreed price was fair. He pulled out a pre-prepared envelope thick with cash—his savings from Liza's generous "gifts." He set it on the desk.
"Cash okay?"
Elena's mouth opened to reply—then a soft, involuntary moan slipped past her lips.
"Mmmh…"
She froze, grey eyes widening in horror. Hand flew to her mouth, blush exploding across her ears and cheeks. She stared at the envelope like it was a lifeline.
"Y-yes" she said quickly, voice cracking just slightly. "Cash is… acceptable."
Alex slid the envelope toward her. Elena reached for it—fingers brushing his again. Another faint moan escaped her lips, sweet and helpless.
She snatched the envelope, opened it with shaking hands, counted quickly—professional mask cracking at the edges but still holding.
"Everything's in order..." she said, voice tight. She pulled a set of keys from her drawer, slid them across the desk. "Move-in is immediate. Welcome to the building."
Alex took the keys slowly, fingers lingering against hers one last time. Elena's breath hitched again, grey eyes locked on his crimson ones—cold mask still in place, but her pupils super dilated as if she was staring at an angel, thighs pressing so tight her skirt creased.
Liza purred triumphantly in his head. 'I guess the hunt was successful~♡'
Alex stood, smirking faintly. "Thanks, Elena. See you around."
He turned and walked out, leaving her sitting behind the desk—face flushed, breathing ragged, thighs clenched, arousal scent thick in the air despite her frozen professional expression.