Chapter 2

The sounds were soft at first, but for some reason, they grew louder later on.

Could it be that Leah was pleasuring herself at home? I left my bed and walked to the window to peer at Leah's unit.

The lights in her unit were on, so she was evidently still awake. Through the window, I could vaguely see the smooth skin of her feet. I was eagerly ogling her, hoping to see some action.

That was when Leah seemed to sense something was amiss. She suddenly approached her window and pulled the curtains tightly shut.

Darn it! Although I was miserable and unable to relieve myself, I could only suppress my arousal and return to my bed.

Since then, I paid close attention to any noises from the neighboring unit every night after I came home.

The soundproofing in this old-fashioned apartment wasn't the best. So, I could always hear those euphoric moans from the neighboring unit late at night.

Leah's voice would lull me to sleep nightly. That was why I became bolder when interacting with her.

My initial moves toward her were like before; I patted her back and greeted her whenever she swept the floor. Eventually, I gained the confidence to occasionally hold her by the waist or give her butt a light smack.

She would snap at me at first, but with time, she only narrowed her eyes at me. That later turned into stares while pitifully biting her lower lip. Seeing her pouty and upset made me want to pick on her more.

Yet, I didn't do anything more than greet her with these unique methods. That was because I knew she had a husband.

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When work ended today, I headed home like always and saw Leah cleaning the space. Surprisingly, she wore a bodycon dress this time, along with some black lace underwear. She was clearly trying to seduce me!

My ex-girlfriend and I had broken up a year ago, so I hadn't been intimate with anyone in a long time. Seeing Leah in such arousing attire nearly gave me a nosebleed.

"Hey, Leah." I patted her shoulder while remarking, "You're cleaning the stairs again in the middle of the day?"

"What's wrong with that?" Leah rolled her eyes at me. "You and the other tenants are to blame. It's your fault for not paying more attention to hygiene and throwing cigarette butts everywhere!"

"You're pretty dedicated, huh?" I eyed her with impure intentions as I casually mentioned, "The water pipe in my unit is clogged. Can you fix it?"

"Clogged? That's not possible!" She frowned. "I heard you flushing your toilet this morning. You're not lying to me, are you, Seth?"

"I would never dare do such a thing! Besides, my unit has more than one water pipe. I have pipes in my kitchen, bedroom, and throughout my unit. Why don't you come in and look at it for now? Maybe we can plunge or push something into the pipe to unclog it."

Leah seemed to recall something and flushed when I suggested "plunging the pipe." She gripped her broom tightly while glancing at me. "W-Well, I'll take a look, then."

"Sure!" I smilingly said while unlocking the door to my unit.

Although I wasn't home all day, my ex-girlfriend trained me well enough to ensure I always kept things clean and tidy. Even my room was clean.

Leah was no longer as nervous once she saw how spotless my apartment was. "Which pipe is broken, Seth? Hurry up and let me have a look."

"Alright, alright! What's the rush, Leah?" I chuckled before taking Leah's hand and leading her to the kitchen.

"W-What are you trying to do?" Leah was rattled as I stepped closer until my body was practically pressed against hers. She shrieked, "Seth, don't—"