Apocalypse Landlord: My Tenants Are All Beautiful Heroines.

Aiden stood there with his arms crossed and broke into laughter.

Knockers? What knockers does she even have?

Amaela’s only redeeming feature was her ass, not the breasts. As if reading his mind, Amaela smirked.

"Why are you always so quick to run that sharp tongue of yours?" she whispered before turning around.

As she did, Aiden couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow in surprise. Amaela’s breasts, which could only be remembered as modest and perky, began swelling right before his eyes.

Dark veins appeared on her body as her chest ballooned outward. It was a good thing she took off the black lace bra, or it would have been torn. What had been modest B-cups turned into mouth-watering DDs.

Amaela cupped them again, this time with genuine satisfaction as her hands could barely contain her enhanced figure. Staring Aiden right into the eyes, she squeezed them, letting her fingers sink in slightly before pushing them together to show off her inviting cleavage.

"I had been wondering why you treated me differently from Alisha and that tail-wagging dog. I wasn’t worse than them in terms of looks," Amaela murmured, playing with her overly sensitive breasts. "The only thing I lacked was these... but now even they couldn’t compare to these."

Aiden didn’t say a word, but he couldn’t lie... she did look enticing. Amaela watched him and let out a chuckle.

"Do you like them? Or should I make them even bigger?" she said, stepping closer.

As she did, her breasts jiggled, and Aiden could feel his body slowly betraying him. His pants felt unbearably tight, something that didn’t escape Amaela’s attention.

"Come on... touch them," she whispered, pressing her massive breasts against his chest. "I can make them any size you want. I can even make them leak if that’s what your dirty mind wants."

Amaela thought there was no way Aiden could resist her now. Even if he did, she could use it to press his buttons more until he lost his cool. Once he did, she could get him to do whatever she wanted, under the guise of him doing all that to her of his own will.

However, to her surprise, Aiden just scoffed and turned away.

"If you only wanted to give me a strip tease as your reward, then you got it," he said. "Enjoy the room by yourself. I’m leaving."

Before he could even take two steps, Amaela ran past him and kicked the door shut.

"Wait! Don’t leave yet—"

"Move."

Aiden cut her off and was about to shove her when she placed both hands on his chest and shoved him backward with surprising strength.

He stumbled a few steps and fell back onto the couch behind, but he was more shocked by her sudden surge in strength. Even if he was taken by surprise, Amaela didn’t possess the strength to shove him back like that, yet she did.

Even Amaela herself looked taken aback, but she didn’t give him any time to move. She climbed onto his lap immediately, straddling him with her thighs on either side of his hips, while her massive breasts were pressed against him.

The sheer black robe had already slipped off her shoulders, leaving her naked except for the tiny black thong, which, to be honest, didn’t cover much.

"You’re not leaving," she purred, holding him by the shoulders. "I was promised a reward, and I will take it even if you want to kill me afterwards."

[Host, what did you do to her!?]

The fuck do you mean by what I did? She’s the one willing to die just to force me!

[Would she do this if you hadn’t forced her like that—]

I force you too, it’s not like you want to get in my pants!

[...]

Oh, for fuck’s sake!

While he was arguing with the system, Amaela couldn’t wait any longer. Her hips rolled in smooth circles, grinding her soaked thong against the growing bulge in his pants.

Amaela noticed it all. She smiled triumphantly and picked up the pace, humping his lap harder. Every time she moved her hips forward, her swollen clit dragged against him, making her gasp with pleasure. Her big tits bounced right in front of his face, snapping him out of his thoughts.

Aiden wanted to push her off, but realized something was off. There was a strange smell in the air, but it wasn’t coming from Amaela. Whatever that scent was... it made his body go somewhat numb.

Suddenly, her overbearing strength made sense, and also why she wanted him to stay. She had drugged him and was waiting for it to take effect.

Is that the case?

[...maybe.]

Then get it sorted, you dumb fuck!

[On it, Host!]

"Mmm... feel how wet I am already?" Amaela moaned softly, rubbing her dripping pussy along the thick outline of his cock. "I would have asked you the same... but your cock is doing all the talking for you, sir."

Aiden wanted to bite his tongue, but because of the little vixen, his erection turned unbearably painful, trapped inside his pants.

Sensing that he was trying not to give her any pleasure, Amaela slid backward a little and placed her bare foot directly on the huge bulge in his pants.

"Since you won’t touch me... maybe I should entertain you like this," she whispered, teasing him.

Aiden glared at her like he would rip her to shreds. Amaela mistook it for his ’love’ for her and started rubbing her foot up and down his cock through the pants.

Her toes curled and flexed, teasing the head of his dick with surprising skill. At the same time, she brought her other foot up, using both feet to massage and stroke his throbbing length, her enhanced breasts bouncing every time she moved.

Aiden’s jaw tightened, but even his mouth was clamped shut with whatever Amaela had sprayed the room with.

However, Amaela wasn’t satisfied with just that. After all, she had submissive needs, too.

She adjusted herself so she was no longer straddling his lap properly. Instead, she moved to sit beside him, lifted one of his legs, and sat on it while pressing her bare feet firmly against his crotch.

A moment later, she began humping his feet like a bitch in heat, rubbing her dripping pussy against the top of his foot and ankle.

"Ahn~ your foot feels so good..." she whimpered, calling herself names because Aiden couldn’t. "Look at me! I’m such a pathetic whore... humping your foot like a desperate slut..."

Within seconds, she was completely lost in pleasure, grinding harder and faster against his foot, smearing her juices all over his pants and shoe.

"I’m nothing but a worthless bitch who needs to be used..." she gasped, eyes rolling back into her head. "I changed my tits for you... ahn~ and now I’m cumming on your foot like a brainless fucktoy! Thank you, Sir! Thank you for letting this pathetic whore use your foot..."

Her own words put her over the edge as she pressed her pussy harder against his foot as if trying to shove it in.

"I’m so disgusting... Nothing but a needy cumdump, only good for entertaining your cock. Please watch me cum like a stupid ahn~ bitch..."

The next second, her entire body tensed up, and her toes curled tightly around his bulge as she let out a manic moan. Once again, the bloody liquid gushed out of her, soaking through her tiny thong and spraying all over Aiden’s pants and feet.

Even then, she kept humping his foot through her orgasm. Doing anything to prolong the pleasure while calling herself every dirty name she could think of.

"Fuck, ahn~ I’m such a pathetic foot-humping slut... cumming all over Sir’s pants like a worthless animal. I’m sorry for making a mess, but it just felt too good..."

"It did, didn’t it?" Aiden said, glaring at her.

All the pleasure Amaela had been feeling evaporated in that instant. She jumped off the couch, intending to run away, but before she could, Aiden’s hand clamped around her neck.

"Where do you think you’re going?"