Apocalypse Landlord: My Tenants Are All Beautiful Heroines.-Chapter 26: Storm of Misunderstandings (R-18)

Aiden pulled back his arm, letting Alisha fall to the floor. James once again reacted to it, but seeing Aiden remain unmoved, he thought his ears were actually buzzing.

"By the way, did you get any new system texts?" Aiden asked, intending to tell James about the workshop now that he was done playing with Alisha.

"Oh, right! I almost forgot," James chuckled, scratching his cheek. "I was offered a job as a [Workshop Artisan]. But I don’t know what it is."

"Yeah, I constructed a workshop by combining two free units. You can see the board in the far right corner."

Aiden then explained James his job and, to score more loyalty, even said he gave the same job to Lily so they could spend more time together.

As he did that, he noticed something from the corners of his eyes.

Alisha was squatting right in front of Aiden, fiddling with his pants while looking at him with her lust-filled gaze.

You still got appetite for more?

As if hearing his thoughts, she opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue. It was a good thing Aiden was just peeking from behind the door. Who knows what Alisha would have done if the door wasn’t covering them?

She’d blow me there, what else?

Meanwhile, oblivious to his wife’s actions, James was singing her praises.

She must have asked Aiden to give me a job!

His delusional ass thought Alisha cared for him and didn’t want him to venture outside the sanctuary’s safety. That’s why she must have arranged a job for him so he could stay safe and care for Lily at the same time.

Yes. She’s just too proud to tell it to me in person. Judging from how the boss is hiding behind the door, she must be there, right? Yes, she must be too emotional right now and holding his hand for support.

James was so touched that he completely forgot about Aiden referring to his brothel escapades. He didn’t even care about it anymore. His mind was filled with Alisha’s indirect ’confession’.

He wanted to let her know that he accepted her confession. But how could he? Alisha didn’t want to face him for now.

Wait! I should use boss as the messenger just like she did!

"T-Thank you so much for the job, boss!" James exclaimed, reaching for Aiden’s arm, only to be stopped by the barrier. "C-Can you give my thanks to Alisha as well...?"

Smack!

James’s voice trailed as the sound of slapping appeared from behind the door.

Aiden looked at him, but instead of looking suspicious, James looked happy to the point of tears welling up in his eyes.

His wife just got slapped by my cock, and he is happy about it?

Moments ago, Alisha finally managed to undo Aiden’s zipper, only to get slapped by his semi-erect member. It was a natural reaction any man would have if a sexy cougar were throwing herself at them.

Aiden thought James might have been a closet cuck, while the latter thought his wife was so happy from his words of acknowledgement that she was clapping.

Meanwhile, Alisha, unaware of the thoughts in either man’s head, kept slapping her cheeks with Aiden’s member alternatively. She didn’t forget about her tongue either.

"A-Also, can you tell her I-I’m sorry for what happened yesterday, and also thanks for taking care of Lily?" James sniffed.

Why is your record stuck between gratitude and apologies?

Aiden couldn’t guess what was going on inside James’s head. But the more he talked, the harder Alisha hit herself with the mini-Aiden, so he wasn’t complaining.

"Yes... Alisha is quite good at taking care of others," Aiden replied.

James nodded and turned to leave before turning back once again.

What now? More apologies and thanks?

"I-I’ll bring Lily back by dinner," he mumbled, even though saying those words hurt his feelings.

"No need," Aiden immediately shot back.

He would have let Lily back if Alisha hadn’t so brazenly turned him on. Now he had no intention of stopping without getting his fill. As much as he loved the little one, she would only interfere in his plans for the night.

"She can stay over for the night," he continued after clearing his throat. "I’m sure she would have missed her father dearly."

"A-Are you s-sure!?" James stuttered. "Wouldn’t Alisha mind if I—?"

"It’s fine, I’ll talk to her. But you better not do anything to Lily. Any complaints from her and—"

"Nothing will happen!" James laughed, already rushing back to his apartment.

Aiden smiled back and slammed the door shut.

"Finally! Now what should I do about you?" he said, staring at her sunken cheeks and furiously bobbing head.

The way her tongue kept circling his glans made Aiden regret not face-fucking her right in front of James. Unlike last night, she didn’t force the entire length down her throat. Instead, she kept teasing the tip.

Pop!

The erect cock fell out of her mouth with a pop. She didn’t say another word. She just got up and walked to the sofa. Her hand kept jerking Aiden off while guiding him to the sofa.

Once there, she lay on her back, opening her mouth wide with her fingers.

"Feed me... master..." she moaned.

"Fucking hell."

He didn’t know where she learned all that, but seeing a woman in such a desperate state, begging for attention, would be enough to turn on any man, and Aiden wasn’t an exception.

He placed his cock into her mouth, enjoying the sensation of her warm breath on it for a second.

"Just so you know," Aiden warned her. "I’m not stopping this time."

Before Alisha could reply, he forced his cock back in. His eyes were glued to her face as he grabbed her breasts and, using them as leverage, began pounding her face.

"Mhmmm!"

Alisha moaned loudly as her fingers moved towards her vagina. She, too, wanted some relief. However, that wasn’t what Aiden wanted. She had had her release. Right now, she was, but his toy and toy didn’t need pleasure, only the master did.

"Touch yourself, and I’ll... uh... stop," he grunted.

Alisha seemed to think about it for a moment, then placed her arms on Aiden’s back. A second later, she jerked him forward, taking the entirety of his cock in her mouth.

"Fuck!"

Aiden couldn’t help but scream out loud as Alisha licked his balls. It felt like it was her way of saying if she couldn’t touch herself, then Aiden better give it his all.

"You want all of me? Fine, take this then!"

Alisha’s eyes widened, and she couldn’t help but squirm in pleasure. While her moans got drowned out, Aiden didn’t hold back his grunts. He was enjoying it more and more with each passing second.

"Faster!" he commanded.

Alisha immediately obliged as her tongue kept licking his balls in anticipation of the semen stored in them. She wanted Aiden to empty everything he had in her mouth.

Aiden didn’t know how long he had been humping Alisha’s mouth. Nor did he care. All he knew was the taste of pleasure he was getting from it. But all good things must end, so did this.

"Almost... there!"

Upon hearing Aiden moan, Alisha doubled her efforts and began licking his balls faster. She couldn’t wait to taste him again.

With a loud grunt, he collapsed on top of Alisha, his face buried in her cleavage. Unable to hold back anymore, Aiden dumped everything he had into her mouth.

However, even Alisha wasn’t able to hold all of it within. As soon as Aiden pulled his cock out, his semen gushed out of her mouth, slobbering her face and eventually falling on the floor.

"Fucking hell..." he mumbled, getting off her.

As he got back up, he noticed a wet patch on the sofa between Alisha’s legs.

"So you didn’t have to touch yourself after all," he chuckled, carrying her to the bath.

As much as he wanted to fuck Alisha into oblivion, she was knocked out cold. What was the point in fucking her if he couldn’t even hear her moans?

Maybe she’ll wake up soon. Yeah, let’s wait till then.