Euphoric Nights

Chapter 3 - The Lecherous Wilson

As the landlord, I stayed on the fifth floor. Summer was staying on the fourth floor. Could it be that Summer had directly gone knocking on my door to look for me?

"Mister Zimmer, Mister Zimmer…" A gentle voice could be heard. Indeed, Summer was calling for me.

I was stunned as I stood in place.

After pausing for a moment, I immediately seize the opportunity to put the stool back in place. I then opened the door, turned around, and locked the door from the inside. Fortunately, there were no other tenants in the corridor, so nobody saw me coming out of there. I walked down the corridor, and with the lightest footsteps ever, I went downstairs and ran to the street. I then spent the entire day wandering the streets aimlessly.

Why did Summer knock on my door? What did she want from me? After she returned to her room, would she notice that something had been moved? Did the blond brat realize that I had been in the room? My mind was a mess and I did not know what to do.

When it was getting closer to nightfall, I quietly went back. I deliberately walked faster when I passed by Summer's room.

After I got home, I switched on the surveillance monitors in front of the couch, and I saw that Summer was still lying in her bed at that moment. She had her laptop and was focused on writing. The blond brat in the bathroom was still tightly bound, and his head drooped to one side. However, what was different from before was that his body was slightly swollen. I could not see it very clearly, but I had a hunch that he was already dead.

I clenched my fists tightly and I was shrouded in despair once again. Should I make this matter publicly known or help Summer keep this matter a secret? If I were to make it publicly known, then this room would absolutely no longer be able to be rented out. Even if I were to sell it, it could only be sold at a low price. Also, if the police were to come investigate, they certainly would be able to see the spy cameras that I had installed. Once the other tenants heard that there were cameras, they certainly would run away in fear as well. However, if I were to help Summer, then would I not be a criminal? By the time the matter was found out, I would be held liable and may even be imprisoned along with her as well.

Since Summer so naturally did the deed, she certainly was a repeat offender. However, at that moment, she was still safe and secure as laid on the bed. I suddenly had a kind of trust in Summer. I trusted that everything that she had done could be perfectly concealed. After all, millions of people go missing without reason every year. Perhaps this blond brat could just be one of the millions, right?

My mind was a mess and I decided to just let Summer be. I switched off the monitor connected to Summer's room, and I switched on another surveillance monitor. I focused my gaze on Wilson's room.

I saw that Willson had just walked through his door. He then filled a cup with the water that had been mixed with aphrodisiacs from the water dispenser and drank it. It would be all good if he drank it. I was looking forward to seeing what kind of things this 50-year-old man, who was even more perverted than me, would do after drinking such a strong aphrodisiac.

This was especially so when I saw on the surveillance monitor that Miss Roselle, who was staying across from Wilson, had coincidentally brought her fitness instructor boyfriend home that night. At that moment, the fitness instructor was taking a shower in the bathroom, and Miss Roselle, who had just showered, was standing in front of her closet and picking out sexy lingerie. My mood, which was gloomy because of Summer's matters, instantly got better. I had to admit that when I saw beautiful women, my eyes would be pleased, and I would also feel happy.

After Miss Roselle got dressed, she swayed in front of the mirror and there was an inconcealable smile at the corners of her lips. I could tell that when the fitness instructor came over, Roselle would be particularly happy and expectant, like a schoolgirl who was about to receive an award. On the other hand, when the skinny scholar came over, it would be as if she was simply doing the deed according to the protocol.

Nearly half an hour later, the fitness instructor came out of the bathroom…

I looked over to the room across from Miss Roselle, which was Wilson's room. At that moment, Wilson was pacing back and forth next to the bed and was extremely anxious. In the next moment, he squatted in the corner of the wall and grabbed his hair with both his hands. It was probably because the aphrodisiac had taken effect, right?

I had never taken the drug before, so I had no idea what the reaction would be after taking it. However, I predicted that it would be how Wilson had looked, right? I had read in a novel that after men had taken similar drugs, there would be changes to their bodies in a short period of time. However, that was the first time I had seen with my own eyes how a person looked after taking the drug. Once again, my pleasure from peeping was heightened. Was there anything more delightful than this scenario?

In a haste, I saw that Wilson had walked out of his bedroom. Clearly, Wilson also knew that the man that Miss Roselle had brought home that night was the fitness instructor. He was at least 6.08 feet tall and was covered in muscles. He had a chiseled face and strong, masculine arms. He exuded an aura that an outstanding man should have. Even I, who was already a middle-aged man, was slightly aroused when I saw this fitness instructor. If even I doubted my s****l orientation for a moment, ladies in their prime would absolutely be drooling as well when they saw such a hot man.

Wilson quickly and lightly walked to the room across from him. He stood at Miss Roselle's door, pressed himself against the door, and peered through the gap. I could not help but snicker a little. He went to peep, but could only cowardly peer through the gap of the door, and he was also worried about being discovered. I, however, was lying comfortably on my couch and watching everything as if it was a movie.

Through the gap between the door and the frame, Wilson saw the intense scene inside the room. Sweat ran down his forehead and Wilson's body trembled. It looked as if he would fall over if he was not careful. His eyes, in particular, were fixated on what was inside the gap of the door. The muscles at the corner of his eyes twitched as if lasers were about to radiate out of them. I believed there was a complete possibility that Willson might suddenly push the door open and fight the muscular man to the death! Just like when two males in the savage world of the animals liked the same female at the same time, the only way to decide which of them had the right to have the female was through battle.

However, Wilson was also hesitating because he knew very well that he absolutely was no match for the fitness instructor. If he suddenly rushed in, he would absolutely be seeking to die. However, he was slightly unable to suppress the desire that was somehow burning in his body any longer.

I got up from the couch and squatted in front of the surveillance monitors. I looked at the monitors showing Miss Roselle's room and the corridor in front of her door, and I was yearning for Willson to rush in.

I shouted inside of my mind, Rush in, rush in…

If he were to rush in, then as the ‘director’, my first show would be considered an initial success.

Three minutes later, Wilson pushed at the door, lowering his head. The door made a faint creaking sound. However, the muscular man and Roselle, who were having s*x inside, were so immersed in the joy of it that they were not bothered by the sound at all. This was especially so when Miss Roselle was being too loud and she completely drowned out the creaking sound.

"Why don’t you kick the door down?" I shouted at the surveillance monitor!

I grabbed the surveillance monitor and shouted at it as if I was shouting at Wilson, "Just a little harder. Just a little harder and the door will open! Don't you want to have her? Don't you want to finish off this muscular man? Hurry up!"

However, Wilson still removed his hand in the end. He clenched his open palm into a fist. He breathed heavily, and then turned around and walked away. He went back to his room. He then grabbed his wallet and phone, and he rushed out like he had gone crazy. I was in a daze.

I cut the sound that came from the audio bug, but I was still able to vaguely hear the sound that Roselle, who was staying on the second floor, was making. If the aphrodisiac from earlier on had stimulated Wilson a little more, he probably would have gone in, right? However, where was he rushing off to?

I hurriedly ran to the window on the other side and saw that Wilson had run out. He got on his electric bike and rushed off toward the north. I then understood everything in an instant. There was a red-light district in the north. Wilson must be heading there. I sighed. I was slightly disappointed. Why did I not think of this earlier on? If Wilson's impulsivity had been slightly more aggressive earlier on, perhaps a good show would have been staged.

I put my hands behind my back and then turned my head to look at the image on the surveillance monitors. If Wilson had gone into Miss Roselle's room as well, it really would have been a good show.

I decided to give Wilson a helping hand again! I took the spare keys and went down to the second floor. I sneakily opened the door to Wilson's room, opened the cap to his bottled water, and poured some aphrodisiac into it again. While I was pouring, the joy I felt had once again reached a peak. Like I said, other than peeping, I had another hobby, which could also be considered a dream that I had when I was young. I wanted to become a director.

I was already 34 years old, so I figured it was impossible for me to become a film director. Therefore, I transferred my dream of making movies to my tenants. I made them my actors as I secretly direct their lives. Adding aphrodisiac to Wilson's bottled water was actually the equivalent of a director making his actor drink coffee to ensure that the actor could complete his upcoming scenes with vigor.

After I added the ‘coffee’, I closed the door again while ensuring the lock was locked in the exact same way before I unlocked it. I had to make sure that I did not leave the slightest trace as I went in and out of every room. Only then could I better satisfy my dream of being a director.

When I returned to my bedroom, the muscular man and Miss Roselle had finished having s*x. Miss Roselle went to take a shower while the muscular man played with his phone in a corner. I felt slightly bored, so I turned my head to look at the other tenants.