Adam climbs the old stairs and finally arrives on the fourth floor. On his way, he saw a few people who gave him curious looks but didn’t approach him to spark a conversation, unlike the old woman.
Adam almost got PTSD from her; luckily, he was perceptive enough to get out of there before she started putting pictures into his mind that he didn’t want.
Sure, she was trying to narrate about it when she was young, but Adam has not seen her younger self, and he knows his mind very well. It will definitely put her old wrinkly, saggy ass into his imagination.
Of course, one can say, ’Don’t imagine it’. But try not to imagine some big ass gorilla fucking your mom. Can’t do it, can you?
Now on the fourth floor, Adam looks around and sees room no 403. He smiles and rubs his hand, ready to have some fun, when suddenly the door of room no 401 opens and a scrawny-looking guy wearing big, round glasses walks out.
Adam looks at the man while the man looks at Adam. He adjusts his glasses and stares at Adam, making him feel weird.
"Who are you?" The man asks.
"Hmm? Why do you care?" Adam feels something off about this man, so he doesn’t bother socializing much. Instead, he walks past the man and arrives before Leila’s room and rings the bell.
A few seconds later, Leila opens her door. Adam looks at her and smiles. She is wearing an oversized white t-shirt that covers her whole upper body and some of her lower body as well, so Adam has no idea if she is wearing anything beneath.
But seeing her in this T-shirt makes it feel like she is wearing nothing but the T-shirt, so he can’t help but drift his eyes towards her nipples and sees her nipples protruding out from her shirt made him smile.
’Just like I thought,’ He thought to himself, but he still doesn’t know if she has any panties on. ’Well, I will figure it out in the next few hours,’ Adam thinks and smiles.
Seeing Adam look at her protruding nipples makes Leila feel annoyed but also shy.
"Come in," She says in an annoyed tone, not wanting to call him out for his perverted behavior. "You don’t sound that happy seeing me," Adam says in a teasing tone.
"Just get in already," she says. "Okay, okay, I didn’t know you were so desperate to have me all for yourself," Adam says teasingly and walks in. Leila rolls her eyes and moves to the side to let Adam in.
As Adam walks in, Leila sees her neighbor staring at them. She didn’t think much of him and closed the door.
Inside Leila’s house, Adam looks around and is surprised by what he’s seeing.
He thought her apartment would be dark and broody like her clothing style, but her room is bright and green. He sees a few canvases with incomplete paintings, green plants, and tasteful wall color, making her apartment feel cozy.
"What?" Leila asks, seeing Adam look around her apartment with a curious gaze.
"Nothing, I just thought your apartment would be more... gothy..." Adam says, chuckling, earning another scoff from her.
"Just because I dress style myself like that doesn’t mean every part about my life is the same," She says, folding her hands below her t-shirt, making her breasts pop up and her t-shirt rising a little, revealing a little more of her thigh, but still not enough for Adam to make sure if she is wearing any panties or not.
Adam was, of course, very sneaky with his eye movements when checking out Leila, pretending to look some other way and take a quick glance at her.
"So where do you paint?" Adam asks. Leila stares at him for a few seconds, battling with her own thoughts that only she is privy to.
"Follow me," She says and leads Adam to another room. Adam enters a big room, and this room is completely different from the rest of her apartment. It’s messy, and things are all over the place, but he doesn’t expect much from it, as this is a painting room, and things will get messy here.
Adam walks around and checks out some of her paintings; they are not like any traditional paintings that Adam can judge just based on how they look. Leila’s paintings are colorful, but they are not just splashes of paint on a canvas. They have shape, and they clearly depict a thing, a person, or an object.
Adam is impressed by how Leila uses contrasting colors together to make her painting stand out, like using purple as the base and using yellow to depict the shadows.
"What do you think?" Leila asks. There is a hint of nervousness in her voice, hoping that Adam likes her work.
"Do you want an honest answer?" Adam asks. Leila gets even more nervous hearing his question, but nods her head anyway.
"Well, if I am being honest, I don’t know much about art. But what I see before me, I am impressed. I like the way you use colors to make each of your paintings unique," Adam says, giving Leila high praise.
"You are not lying?" She asks, hopeful.
"Why would I? Didn’t I tell you I am being honest? I like your art," Adam says, giving Leila a genuine smile.
Leila feels extremely happy hearing Adam’s praise.
"So, should we start?" Adam asks.
"Huh? Start what?" Leila asks, surprised, taking a step back while thinking dirty thoughts.
"The sketch, the one I am here for," Adam says.
"Oh, the sketch, yes! Wait here, I will get my things ready," Leila says and hurries away. She was so consumed with the thoughts of letting Adam touch her, her main objective in inviting him here flew out of her mind.
Adam chuckles and watches Leila leave in a hurry. He lets her take her time while he checks out her other work.
’I wonder what makes a good painting good?’ Adam asks himself. As the son of a rich man, he has seen many paintings in his life. Some are very lifelike, some are super detailed, while some don’t make a single sense, but all of them seem to be more expensive than the other.
Their value, as high as one is willing to pay for.
’Looks like I need to be more cultured to understand it all,’ Adam thinks to himself and chuckles, and whether he will go out of his way to become more cultured? Well, it depends on whether he has enough time to waste on it.
A few minutes later, Leila comes back with her equipment. She then sets up the canvas and cracks her fingers to get started.
"So what do you want me to do?" Adam asks.
Hearing him, Leila blushes. Even though she doesn’t want to say it, but is forced to because her teacher is the type of person who thinks nakedness is also art.
"I want you to strip..." she says, embarrassed.
"Huh? What?" Adam asks. He clearly heard her, but he just wants to make it even more embarrassing for her.
"I know you heard me the first time," Leila says, annoyed.
"I don’t know. I think I am suddenly getting hard of hearing. You know, aging does that to a man," Adam says, smirking.
Leila rolls her eyes. "What are you, still eighteen?" Leila asks. "Indeed, 18, that’s like 20 percent of my life down the drain," Adam says, continuing with his teasing tone.
Leila sighs in defeat, realizing that she will have to play Adam’s annoying game if she wants to get this done and over with.
"I want you to strip... naked..." Leila says, blushing a little while avoiding eye contact with Adam.
"I think there’s something missing," Adam says.
"What’s missing?" Leila asks, confused. She looks at her tools and sees that she has everything she needs.
"I didn’t hear you say please~" Adam says, continuing to fool around.
"Ugh, you are insufferable!" She says with a little growl in her voice. "But you like that about me, don’t you?" Adam asks.
Leila frowns, but knowing Adam won’t budge unless she dances to Adam’s tune, she decides to go along with it. A please won’t going to change much.
"Can you strip, naked, please~" she says with attitude.
"See, it wasn’t that hard, was it?" Adam says and begins unbuttoning his shirt.
He locks his eyes with Leila as he slowly unbuttons down, one after the other, slowly revealing his amazing physique.
Leila knew that Adam had a nice body underneath his clothes, as they nicely framed his lean, aesthetic body, but she had never seen him naked until today.
What stands before her is perfection. She has never seen a man whose body is as perfect as Adam’s. All his muscles are perfectly symmetrical. There seems to be no fault in his body at all.
From his wide shoulders to his thin waist, forming the perfect aesthetic triangle that every man who is into fitness desires, but genetics plays the most crucial role in it.
Leila can’t help but drool as she stares at Adam with her mouth open. She then gulps down the saliva accumulating inside her mouth and tries to calm herself down, even though her body is telling her something else.
Leila is extremely turned on by Adam’s hot body.
Adam smirks, seeing Leila mesmerized by his physique, but he is not done. She still hasn’t seen the most important part of his body.
Adam reaches down and unbuttons his pants. Ready to show Leila what she is going to be subjected to from here on out.