Apocalypse Landlord: My Tenants Are All Beautiful Heroines.-Chapter 52: Spanking The Brat (Soft R-18)

Meanwhile, Aiden, blissfully unaware of the rebellion Karina had incited, was standing in front of Amaela’s unit.

"Just be nice to her. She doesn’t deserve it, but try to be nice."

He kept repeating the words like a mantra between deep breaths. The system had suggested a method to him. Instead of focusing on Amaela’s vampiric nature, he should try to see Carmila in her.

That way, he wouldn’t just give in to his disgust like always. After all, Carmila was the only vampire who didn’t disgust him.

"Right," he mumbled and, with a final breath, stepped inside.

As expected, the room was plunged into darkness. Aiden hoped that since it was daytime, she’d be asleep. Instead, Amaela was sprawled on the floor, staring at the empty ceiling.

Her head was towards Aiden, but she didn’t even bother looking at him. Instead, she just bent one leg while the other was stretched in the opposite direction as if she was airing her nether regions.

Great. One step inside, and I already want to beat her ass.

As if finally sensing his presence, Amaela tilted her head upwards, staring at him.

"What?" she asked. "Sleeping with two women wasn’t enough for you, so you came here now? Sorry to disappoint you, but that’s not gonna happen. Not when you disturbed my sleep... even if you bribe me with that stuff."

Aiden’s mouth twitched with anger as his eyes fell on the blood-cola bottles he was holding. He was there to fulfill the part of their contract and hopefully get a response from Carmila.

Now, that had been mistaken as a bribe to make the vampire sleep with him?

Gutter. Her mind is like a gutter.

[Host, remember the mantra!]

Yes... be nice...

Aiden took a deep breath to calm his raging nerves. He placed the bottles on the floor beside her and turned to Amaela.

"How are you settling in?" he asked, barely concealing his anger.

Instead of replying, her hand shot towards a cola bottle and she gulped it down in one go. Only after drinking her fill did she turn to Aiden again.

"Pah! That’s the stuff," she smiled and wiped her mouth on the hoodie sleeve. "Damn, it felt freshly squeezed. Did the landlord trouble himself for my sake? Did you think I’d be touched and ready to jump your bones now? Hm? Is that your conquering technique—?"

As if wanting to tease him, she turned onto her belly. Even the oversized hoodie couldn’t hide her entirely, exposing her mighty fine ass to him.

Just because she was a shut-in didn’t mean he didn’t know how to press a man’s buttons. It was a deadly move in all the eroges she played. Even during her streams, those retard viewers of hers kept asking and tricking her to bend over.

Obviously, she didn’t fall for it, but now someone who wasn’t seemingly interested in her was getting a full show without buying subs or tipping.

Besides, I want to see the real thing too! Those women were screaming their lungs out for the entire night and day. Just because I’m a virgin doesn’t mean I don’t have desires, ok?

If Aiden knew what his escapades would cost him, he would have been more discreet. But what was the point now that the cat was already out of the bag?

"Didn’t Alisha give you clothes?" he asked, pinching the bridge of his nose as the system kept repeating the mantra.

"Can’t you see I’m relaxing?" Amaela frowned. "You keep me like a prisoner, and now I’m not even supposed to wear something relaxing in my cell?"

Instead of fixing her clothes, she deliberately dragged the hoodie upwards, exposing what little remained hidden before.

That’s it! Get angry and scold me. Come on, do it already!

Unfortunately for her, Aiden remembered about her weird kink. It didn’t take long to realize she was baiting him.

As much as I want to do it, there’s one thing I hate more than vampires.

[Giving into their whims, host?]

After accompanying me for two centuries, you’re starting to get me now.

[...]

"Right," he mumbled, turning to leave. "Pardon my intrusion, and feel free to be naked for my next visit if that makes you comfortable."

Amaela sat up as Aiden stepped towards the door. She didn’t know why he was leaving? Where was the guy who kept cursing her yesterday?

Did I overdo it? No, he must be tired after all the activities. Yeah, that must be it. Maybe I should do something that he can’t ignore?

While Amaela was lost in her thoughts, she didn’t notice when Aiden stepped back. In one smooth motion, he grabbed her by the hood of her hoodie and lifted her up like she weighed nothing.

"Hey, what are you—"

Her words cut off as he sat down and dropped her across his lap, face down. This wasn’t how she thought things would get.

She tried to get up and cover herself, only for Aiden to press her back down with one hand while the other roughly pulled her hoodie back up.

"What the hell do you think you’re—" 𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶

Smack.

The sound of his open palm hitting her bare cheeks stunned her into silence. It wasn’t the pain, because she was a vampire. Other than a sting of pain, she didn’t feel a thing. It was the act itself that took her by surprise.

[Tenant: Amaela Quinn’s Affection rose to 26%]

"Stay still," Aiden warned her. "Then again, it’s not like you didn’t want it."

Amaela glared at him, but didn’t deny the claim. It wasn’t the script she had in mind. Forget the script, it felt like Aiden had jumped right into the sequel.

"T-This is abuse! You can’t—!"

This time, she tensed before the impact even landed. A small, involuntary breath escaped her lips, and her fingers curled against his leg.

"It’s called punishment," Aiden said calmly. "You act out, you get corrected. Pretty straightforward, if you ask me."

"But I didn’t—!"

Smack!

"Even thinking about acting out is a crime."

Amaela didn’t care what went wrong with Aiden. She was just enjoying it, but since she thought it was all roleplay, she couldn’t just let him have his way with her.

"You think this does anything to me?" she scoffed. "I’m a vampire, idiot. I don’t feel things like humans do—Ahn~"

Smack.

This time, Aiden actually put some strength into the blow, and Amaela moaned instinctively. A faint warmth spread across her skin where he struck, and to her, the warmth felt strange.

She hadn’t been warm in a while now. Yet whenever Aiden hit her, something happened to her. Aiden hit her again, but it felt different somehow.

"W-Wait, something’s happening—"

Smack!

"Aiden! I’m serious! Something is wrong with—"

Smack!

"Just stop—AHNNN~~"

Aiden did the opposite, and the next second a tremor ran through her as she dug her fingers into his legs, holding on to them for dear life.

At the same time, a strange-smelling liquid shot out of her vagina, soaking Aiden’s pants. Her body lay on his legs as she trembled once, twice, and then again until she had emptied her bladder.

[Tenant: Amaela Quinn’s Affection rose to 69%]

"Gosh... that was weird—"

Smack!

"Aiden!? What now? I already—!"

"You filthy bitch! You dare to dirty my body with your... your! FUCK THIS!"

Smack! Smack! Smack!

[Host! Remember the mantra!]

Shut it, or I’ll fuck you up too!

[Host... hit her harder. SHOW NO MERCY!]

"AHN~ Aiden! No More! I’m sorry~~!"