Apocalypse Landlord: My Tenants Are All Beautiful Heroines.-Chapter 67: Begging For His Disgust (R-18)

After instructing everyone not to leave the building for the foreseeable future, Aiden took the elevator back to the fifteenth floor.

Either way, the bird’s appearance didn’t change his plans. The barrier would protect those inside. As for anyone who stepped outside, it would be their fault if they died.

His focus was on the hobgoblin corpses. With the corpses fairly intact, there was a good chance that Amaela could turn them into ghouls.

Once the sun set, he would release those ghouls outside.

Now that I know the butcher gang’s location, thanks to Marcus, I can have Amaela guide the ghouls there and watch the show.

Aiden wasn’t delusional to think a gang wouldn’t be able to handle four ghouls. He just wanted to see whether it was a feasible plan or not.

If it were, he would create more ghouls and keep attacking the gang till they were on the verge of ruin. Then he would take his time picking up the evolvers he thought worthy of his attention.

With that thought, he knocked on the door.

The door clicked open almost immediately, but Aiden wasn’t expecting Amaela to be so brazen as to do so while wearing only a towel.

Aiden’s gaze dropped straight to the vampire’s chest. A bath towel was wrapped loosely around her body, containing her medium-sized breasts and leaving the smooth upper curves clearly visible.

Her skin was still wet, and her hair was clinging to her shoulders and back. Other than the characteristic sweet smell of a vampire, she was also carrying the floral scent of soap.

As difficult as it was to pull off, Aiden had a feeling Amaela had planned it all. She was clearly taunting him, and her plan worked.

Aiden’s expression twisted into immediate disgust at the sight of her body. A vampire exposing herself like this made his lip twitch.

Without a word, he pushed past her and stepped into the room, ignoring the way her towel slipped just a little lower as she moved aside.

"Stop with your bullshit, Amaela," he said, refusing to even glance at her. "There are some corpses in the basement. I need you to convert them like you turned those goblins on your floor."

Meanwhile, Amaela closed the door and leaned her back against it. Watching how Aiden ignored her made a mischievous smile spread across her lips.

"But Aiden... I bathed so carefully today," she purred, voice sweet and dripping with fake innocence. "I scrubbed every inch because I know how much you hate the way we smell. I wanted to be clean for you. Doesn’t that make you happy?"

She took a step closer, deliberately letting the towel loosen further until one breast was almost fully exposed, the edge of a pale pink nipple peeking out.

"I remember last time... how angry you got. How hard you spanked me until I couldn’t stop squirting all over your hand. You were so rough with me... and I came so many times just from your hatred," she mumbled, deliberately getting close to him. "And now you won’t even look at me?"

Aiden’s jaw tightened. He didn’t turn around at first, fingers gripping the edge of the table hard enough to crack the wood.

"Cut the shit," he frowned. "Do the fucking job I took you in for."

However, Amaela acted as if she didn’t hear him. She stepped even closer, until she was standing right behind him, and let the towel slip another inch.

Her thinking was simple. She was hooked on Aiden’s disgust for her. So, if he would deny to give it to her, then she would force that disgust out in the open.

"Is it always about work with you?" She sighed. "Sorry, but I’m not in the mood to work tonight. Maybe if you punished me again, I’d behave better—"

That was the final straw.

Aiden spun around faster than she could blink. His hand shot out and clamped around her slender throat, fingers digging in hard.

Just like that, he lifted her clear off the ground, her bare feet dangling in the air. The towel finally fell away completely, leaving her completely naked and suspended by his grip.

Amaela’s eyes rolled back instantly. But instead of struggling to free herself, she let out a moan. Her tongue lolled out shamelessly as if she was unable to hide the pure bliss she was feeling at that moment.

"Ahn~ Yes... hate me... more..." she gasped, digging her fingers into her pussy that was already dripping from the rough treatment.

Aiden’s eyes burned with contempt as he stared at her ruined expression.

"Pathetic fucking leech," he snarled, tightening his grip until her airway was completely cut off. "You get off on this? Being treated like the disgusting parasite you are?"

He didn’t wait for an answer. Still holding her by the throat, he shoved her down hard onto her knees. The moment her knees hit the floor, he released her neck, only to grab a handful of her wet hair and yank her head back.

"You like this, right? Fine. I’ll give you so much you’ll be begging for more work."

Aiden’s disgust had turned into primal rage. The bitch just had to work diligently, and they could have a proper relationship. But no, the fucker wanted payment to satiate her degradation kink before doing any work.

If she wanted to be degraded so much, then fine, he would do it in a way she would never forget.

"Open your damn mouth!"

Amaela obeyed instantly, mouth wide, tongue hanging out like an obedient dog, eyes glazed with lust. She was getting something more than she had planned. Just the thought of what Aiden would do to her had already turned her wet.

Aiden freed his cock with his free hand and slammed it straight into her throat in one brutal thrust. Because she was a vampire, he didn’t hold back at all.

He buried every inch of his member down her throat until her nose was smashed against his pelvis. As he did that, her throat bulged visibly.

A throat without any gag reflex, and no resistance to stop him. Just wet, perfect, endless pleasure. A vampire’s throat was nothing more than an onahole to him.

The feeling brought back memories of the first time he lost his cool with Carmila. Well, she did punish him after the act, but Aiden still considered it a beautiful memory... A memory that was getting tainted by Amaela.

Just the thought made him rage even more.

He pulled out till only the tip remained in her mouth before driving back in balls-deep. Saliva poured freely from the corners of her stretched lips, dripping onto her tits as he railed her without pause.

"You wanted payment, right? Here, take it!" he growled, lower abs slapping against her face. "This is all you’re good for."

Amaela’s hands stayed obediently behind her back the entire time, even as her eyes crossed with overwhelming pleasure. Her pussy had gone into overdrive, wetting the floor beneath as her body trembled with pleasure.

It didn’t take long. Aiden’s grip tightened in her hair as he buried himself as deep as possible and came hard, thick ropes of hot semen flooding straight down her throat and into her stomach. He held her there through every pulse, making sure she took every drop.

When he finally pulled out, Amaela collapsed forward onto the floor, coughing weakly as excess cum spilled from her swollen lips.

Without Aiden’s support, her face hit the floor while her ass remained hoisted up high like a bitch in heat.

Aiden’s seeds continued to leak slowly from her open mouth, pooling on the floor beneath her cheek while her whole body twitched with aftershocks.

Aiden stood over her, cock still twitching, looking down at the cum-drooling vampire with pure disdain.

"Clean yourself up when you’re done shaking," he said coldly, tossing the towel on her face. "And get those corpses turned into ghouls before sunset. Or you can forget about my cock touching your mouth again."

Amaela could only whimper happily in response. Her tongue still hanging out, leaking his load from her mouth like the degraded toy she wanted to be.