Akira stared at the options floating in his vision, his cock throbbing insistently against his jeans as a reminder of the unfinished business Lilithia's influence had started. His body was screaming for release, every nerve ending still buzzing with residual lust energy.
He looked at Ayaka, remembering his promise during the battle. "Stay in charge, and I promise you one hell of a time together... just you and I."
Her eyes had brightened at those words, at the promise of what was to come. And now here they were, alone in the hallway, her body pressed against his as she helped him walk.
But something felt off about taking her right now, rough and quick against the wall like some desperate animal. She deserved better than that… they both did.
His mind went back to the special perk the system awarded him the other night: Landlord's Sanctuary… a "safe zone" where Akira's demonic essence signature is completely masked, and passive generation of PP.
