Apocalypse Landlord: My Tenants Are All Beautiful Heroines.

Plap. Plap. Plap.

Even a few hours later, the sound of rhythmic claps hadn’t left the room. Aiden had been brutally fucking Amaela’s ass for nearly two hours straight.

He never slowed down. Even when he wanted to, the rage would make him go right back at it again. The couch beneath them had long since given up, leaving the cushions flattened and tilted at a weird angle where Amaela lay quietly.

The entire room smelled of sex, as the cloth of the couch had long since been soaked with their fluids.

Her asshole was gaping slightly every time Aiden pulled back, only to be stretched wide open again when he slammed back in. Thick white cum kept leaking out around his cock with each thrust.

Plap. Plap. Plap.

Aiden never stopped moving. His grip on her waist was like a vice, as his fingers dug deep into her pale skin as he used her like a living fleshlight. Amaela could only moan weakly as her voice had long been silent from all the screaming she had done.

However, Aiden was so engrossed in fucking her that he didn’t notice the changes in her body. Nor did he notice her looking back at him with a tired but amused smile.

"Are you having fun, boya?"

Her words made Aiden freeze mid-thrust. That familiar voice... wasn’t Amaela’s. He looked up only for his eyes to widen in surprise.

Amaela’s long black hair was gone, replaced by curly white hair. It wasn’t just the hair, her entire body had changed as she had become even curvier.

However, it was the face that took him by surprise. It was a face he had never been able to forget...

"Carmila...?"

He looked too shocked to do or say anything else. But the shock didn’t last long. His face twisted with an unadulterated rage. Even his teeth creaked from how hard he was gritting them.

"I don’t know how the fuck you knew what Carmila looked like," he snarled. "But your cheap tricks are only making me angrier!"

Without another word, Aiden grabbed her white hair roughly and slammed his hips forward again. What minuscule amount of tiredness he had in him disappeared as he started fucking her mercilessly.

"Ahhn~! Wait! Aurdeus! ahnnn~!" Carmila yelled, but Aiden had gone beyond listening.

He kept brutally reaming her asshole, his thick cock stretching her tight ring over and over again. Cum from the previous loads gushed out of her.

"Ahhn~ You idiot!" she yelled, but didn’t try to push him away. "When will you ever grow up, ahn~? Still so quick to anger..."

Aiden didn’t pay any attention to her words. She sounded like her, she looked like her, yet he wasn’t ready to believe it was her.

At least, not until he heard her say something that took him by surprise.

"Do you... ahn~ remember the time you sneaked to the lake to peek at me while I was bathing? Ahn~" she mumbled between moans. "I caught you red-handed and hung you naked upside down from that big tree for an entire day as punishment!"

Aiden’s thrusts slowed down. It was a memory no one but Carmila had he knew about. When he stopped, Carmila began moving at her own pace... but didn’t stop clenching Aiden’s cock as she continued.

"And what about our first time together? You were so nervous you couldn’t even last one full minute inside me. You came the moment the tip went in—Ahhn~! Look at you now... going hours without rest..."

"T-Teach!?"

Hearing his secrets aired out like that, Aiden jumped back in shock, his cock falling out of her ass with a wet pop. Thick globs of his cum drizzled out of her gaping hole, running down her thighs and dripping onto the destroyed couch in heavy white strands.

Carmila stayed in her face-down, ass-up position for a moment longer. She reached for her leaking asshole, feeling the warm cum pouring out.

"...How am I supposed to walk now?" she mumbled, sitting upright on the broken couch. "Well, boya? Are you going to keep pretending I’m just some whore... or are you finally going to greet your teacher properly—?"

The moment she said that, Aiden bent down on one knee with his right hand on his chest while his left hand was firmly behind his back.

"Aurdeus von Alucard, greets..."

However, before he could even greet her properly, his voice quivered, and his vision blurred from shimmering tears.

How many decades did he spend on finding ways to get her back? Fought and killed his siblings for her. Destroyed entire races and became a god-killer just to get her soul synced with his.

Yet, only now she was back... alive, right in front of him in the most unexpected way.

The entire reason he became the demon king was staring right at him like no time had passed between them.

"How—"

Smack!

Carmila backhanded him before pulling him into a hug.

"You idiot boy," she whispered, scolding him just like the old days. "After everything you went through... the first thing you do is try to greet me on one knee? Have you learned nothing? A king does not kneel to anyone!"

Aiden didn’t reply, just wrapped around her waist, holding her like she might disappear again at any second. Carmila too couldn’t hold her emotions and let out a small sigh and gently stroked the back of his head.

Vampires can’t cry, but if they could, Aiden’s shoulder would be soaked through Carmila’s tears.

The two just held one another like that. Was she disappointed in the things Aiden had done? Obviously, but Carmila knew it wasn’t the time or the place to dig out skeletons from the past.

Besides, she was sure Aiden had plenty of questions of his own.

"Amaela... did you possess her?" he asked. "How did you—?"

"Starting there, are we?" Carmila smiled and let go of Aiden before gesturing for him to sit next to her. "I have to thank the little girl and you for that."