The Red Flat apartment building was established in 1988. Back then, it was known to be luxurious and classy. However, after standing for 35 years, the building now appears old and lacking in class.
In 2003, during the third renovation of Red Flat, the aim was to maintain its prestige and market value. The previous developer, rumored to have lost a bet on a football game, was forced to sell due to mounting debts. That's when the Gupta family took over, and they remain the owners to this day.
The Gupta family's success in property management didn't last long, only thriving until 2012. Since then, Red Flat has been neglected and seems to serve as a mere money-making machine for the Gupta family.
Their management style and marketing strategies became outdated, leading to Miss Devi taking over as the manager. Although their business was only on a local level, Miss Devi made significant changes and streamlined efforts in managing Red Flat. One of her initiatives was to trap and exploit residents like me.
However, after a few months of enduring this "torture," I started to enjoy it. I received many benefits, and there were numerous amorous adventures I indulged in. I didn't question Miss Devi's behavior and desires in this regard, as long as I continued to relish in her sensuality and the beauty of her body. Her allure was truly extraordinary!
Apologies for digressing. I wanted to tell you about the first floor of Red Flat. It's where I usually meet Miss Devi in her office. Devi also runs a laundry business, transforming the space that used to be a cafeteria for Red Flat residents into a room with dozens of coin-operated washing machines.
Connected to the spacious lobby area, there's an information counter that now resembles a warehouse of remnants from Red Flat's glory days. Behind the information counter, there's a room she refers to as the "special security room."
Inside, you'll find several screens connected to CCTV cameras in every corridor and hallway. It's a place that grants Miss Devi true power over Red Flat. This room has a secret passage to the management office, where Devi sits and exerts her control.
Miss Devi bestowed her trust upon me to enter and enjoy "playing god" in that room, after countless sexual encounters with her.
While older apartments may have outdated security systems, Red Flat is not one of them. Devi recently installed this CCTV system.
But in that room, I discovered that our apartment building lacks proper fire safety measures, and some rooms have worn-out locks. This compromises the safety of the residents.
I informed Miss Devi about it, but she didn't seem to care. She only uses the CCTV to pry into the secrets of Red Flat residents and derive pleasure from it.
Oh, by the way! Devi and I often have sex in this room. It's soundproof, so our moans and screams can be as loud as possible.
Maria and Mr. Ahmed, who live on the second floor with the Wong family, have complained about their house keys being easily opened by Mr. Wong, who enjoys meddling in their affairs. They feel their privacy is violated by Mr. Wong.
There was quite a scandal in the Wong household because he would secretly sneak into Maria's house and spy on her while she was bathing. Mrs. Wong once confided in me about her husband's scandalous behavior.
Maria's room and Mr. Ahmed's room are separated by a staircase that connects us from the first floor, in front of the laundry room, to the rooftop. Our only elevator is located in front of that staircase, connecting the first floor to the seventh floor.
It's no wonder they feel so uncomfortable. Not only do they have to deal with Mr. Wong's meddling and voyeuristic tendencies, but the tenants on the seventh floor often come home drunk and rowdy.
I consider myself lucky to not have to deal with their behavior. It's a relief to be spared from the drama and misconduct happening in the building. I prefer to focus on my pleasure and indulge in the passionate encounters that Red Flat has to offer. As long as I can navigate through the chaos and find my moments of bliss, I'm content.
One day, Miss Devi made her final request to me. She said that after this request, she would release me from all the entanglements of "Community Services" that she had imposed on me. She confessed that she was also tired of watching my affair with Meira in the elevator.
Her final request was that she know Mrs. Ahmed, the Moroccan man who was living on the second floor, possessed something that I did not have - a 12-inch penis. She whispered it with a lustful tone.
Mr. Ahmed had previously lodged a complaint with Miss Devi about the maintenance disputes in the shared kitchen, which were affecting the harmony of his culinary creations. Ahmed, the talented chef from Morocco, took immense pride in his culinary creations. However, the clashes among residents of Red Flat regarding maintenance issues disrupted the harmony he strived to achieve in the kitchen. It was a clash of different maintenance standards and responsibilities that created tension, ultimately affecting the flavors he meticulously crafted for his neighbors.
"Despite the challenges, Ahmed continues to showcase his, uh, culinary genius," Miss Devi corrected herself, her words dripping with a playful tone.
She promised to set me free if I could bring Mr. Ahmed to her and make him one of Miss Devi's collection of pleasures. The seductive allure in her voice hinted at the twisted desires that consumed her.
The thought of manipulating Mr. Ahmed and luring him into Miss Devi's grasp sent a shiver down my spine. It was a dangerous game, playing with someone's desires and betraying their trust. But the prospect of my freedom tempted me, pushing me to consider the lengths I would go to fulfill Miss Devi's wicked desires.
I wondered how I would approach Mr. Ahmed, a man known for his culinary prowess and pride. The clash of his talent and the dark desires of Miss Devi created a captivating tension, one that could either result in a delicious surrender or a catastrophic fallout.
As I contemplated the twisted path I was about to embark on, I questioned the consequences of my actions. Would I become a pawn in Miss Devi's game, forever bound to her whims and desires? Or would I seize this opportunity to break free from the chains that held me captive in Red Flat?
One thing was certain - the fate of Mr. Ahmed and my liberation hung in the balance, entwined in the web of Miss Devi's insatiable appetite for pleasure.
In that CCTV room, Miss Devi kept meticulous notes about almost every resident in Red Flat, except for those on the seventh floor. It was the only record that included a column for "sexual preferences." I shook my head in disbelief as I read through the entries.
Under Mr. Ahmed's name, she had written: Chef at "Flavors of Mama Restaurant," but the "sexual preferences" column was left empty. Perhaps this was why he sought my help.
In Maria's row, Miss Devi had written: Reporter at "Truth Revealed News Agency," and in the "sexual preferences" column, she noted, "Maria's sexual preferences lean towards exploring her desires and pushing boundaries in her intimate encounters."
Oh, but I was quite disappointed when I saw what Miss Devi had written about me. It read, "Weak against women, armpit fetish freaks." I feel a mix of frustration and embarrassment. My desires and weaknesses laid bare in that column, forever etched in Miss Devi's record of Red Flat's residents.
I decided to approach Maria, the Brazilian journalist, hoping to find a connection and possibly gain her trust. I had heard stories about her relentless pursuit of truth, her fearless exposés that shook the foundations of power. As I made my way towards her, I couldn't help but be drawn to the fire in her eyes, a reflection of her unwavering determination and her passion for justice.
"Hey Maria," I greeted her with a smile, trying to strike up a conversation. "I've heard about your incredible work as a journalist, uncovering corruption and exposing the truth. Your reports have had a profound impact on this town."
Maria looked at me, her eyes filled with a mix of weariness and determination. She knew who I was, aware of my reputation as a man who was serving as their community services officer, of many I said volunteers.
I decided to address her concerns head-on. "I couldn't help but overhear your frustrations with the noise disturbances and constant disruptions in the building," I said, my voice empathetic. "I can only imagine how challenging it must be for you to maintain your focus and delve deep into your investigations."
Maria sighed, her frustration evident. "You have no idea," she replied, her voice tinged with exhaustion. "I strive to uncover the truth, to shed light on the darkest corners of our society. But with the constant disruptions from the neighboring stairs and elevator, it feels like I'm constantly fighting against a flawed environment."
I nodded, understanding the clash between Maria's unwavering determination and the flawed surroundings she resided in. The tension within her was palpable, fueling her passion to dig deeper and expose the truth. It was this fire within her that intrigued me, a flame that I hoped could ignite a connection between us.
"Maria, maybe we can find a way to navigate through these challenges together," I suggested, my voice laced with genuine intrigue. "Perhaps we can uncover more than just the truth within these walls. I have an idea that might interest you."
Maria's eyes narrowed, a flicker of curiosity dancing within them. "And what exactly do you have in mind?" she asked, her voice a mix of skepticism and intrigue.
I leaned in closer, lowering my voice to a seductive whisper. "Let's explore the depths of our desires, Maria," I said, a playful smile tugging at the corners of my lips. "Together, we can create a story that goes beyond the realms of journalism. A visual novel where you are the main character, a woman reporter with a passion for truth and a desire to push boundaries."
Maria's expression softened, a hint of a smile forming on her lips. The tension between us lingered in the air, a promise of thrilling encounters and secrets waiting to be uncovered. She was intrigued by the idea, and we decided to sit together and discuss it further in the comfort of her home. Our shared pursuit of truth and desire for something more would intertwine, creating a tantalizing dance of passion and storytelling.
I chuckled at Maria's surprise when I revealed my alias as "Runrun Tom." It seemed that she was already a fan of my work, as she excitedly showed me her installation of my visual novel in progress.
"You've played my game?" I asked a hint of pride in my voice. "I'm glad to hear that you're enjoying it, Maria. It seems you've reached level 8 already. Impressive!"
She laughed and playfully called me a bastard, teasing me about the challenges she faced in the game. I showed her my progress and offered her a hint to reach level 10, knowing it would add to the excitement and anticipation of the game.
"Oh my god, Tomas, your work is not only entertaining but also..." Maria praised, her admiration evident. She looked at me with a mischievous smile. "I have to admit, your stories have quite an effect. They can make a woman's panties wet."
I smirked, the playful banter between us electrifying the air. "Is that so?" I said, moving closer until our faces were inches apart. The tension between us grew, a magnetic pull fueled by desire and curiosity.
Maria looked at me, her eyes filled with curiosity. "Where do you get all these ideas for your game, Tomas?" she asked, her voice laced with intrigue.
Instead of answering her question directly, I decided to show her. With a mischievous smile, I leaned in and pressed my lips against hers, initiating a passionate kiss. The taste of her on my tongue ignited a fire within me, a desire to explore and create new experiences.
As our lips danced in sync, I began to run my hands along her body, tracing the curves and contours that I had become intimately familiar with through my encounters in the Red Flat. "This," I whispered between kisses, "I got from my romantic encounters with your neighbor, Mrs. Wong."
Maria's eyes widened in surprise and curiosity, her body responding to my touch. "Mrs. Wong?" she asked, her voice filled with intrigue and a hint of excitement. She opened herself up to further exploration, eager to experience the passions that had inspired my game. Maria, the passionate reporter, suddenly shifted her demeanor, transforming into a spoiled and demanding version of herself. With a mischievous glimmer in her eyes, she looked at me and said, "Show me everything, Tomas. I want to experience it all."
A devilish smile played on my lips as I understood her request. I was more than willing to oblige. I guided her towards the bedroom, our bodies moving in sync, fueled by a shared desire for pleasure and exploration. As we entered the room, I gently pushed her against the wall, my hands finding their way to the buttons of her blouse.
I slowly undid each button, revealing the soft skin beneath. My fingertips grazed over her bare flesh, tracing a path of anticipation and longing. Maria's breath quickened as I continued my exploration, my touch igniting a fire within her.
She moaned softly, her voice a mixture of need and anticipation. "Yes, Tomas. Show me everything," she whispered, her voice filled with a hunger that mirrored my own.
With a swift movement, I removed her blouse, revealing the delicate lace of her bra. I couldn't resist the temptation any longer. My hands expertly unclasped the bra, setting her breasts free, ready to be worshiped.
I leaned in, my lips finding their way to her exposed flesh. I kissed and nibbled, leaving a trail of fiery desire in my wake. Maria's hands tangled in my hair, pulling me closer, and urging me to explore more. Our bodies pressed against each other, the heat between us intensifying with each passing moment.
As we continued to lose ourselves in the passionate dance, we unleashed our deepest desires, indulging in a world of pleasure and fulfillment. In that moment, there were no boundaries, no inhibitions. It was a world where we could be our true selves, free from judgment or restraint.
The room filled with the sounds of our shared ecstasy, a symphony of moans and whispers. Our bodies moved in perfect harmony, each touch, each kiss fueling the flames of our desire. In that moment, we were lost in a realm of pure passion, a world where our wildest fantasies became a reality.
We found ourselves drawn to the large windows, the evening sun casting a warm glow that illuminated Maria's hair as she straddled me. The soft rays of light created a mesmerizing halo around her, enhancing her beauty and intensifying the desire between us.
With a graceful movement, Maria positioned herself above me, her eyes locked with mine. As she lowered herself onto my hardened manhood, a moan of pleasure escaped her lips, echoing the growing intensity of our connection. Her body moved with a rhythm that was both intoxicating and hypnotic, each grind and thrust pushing us closer to the edge of ecstasy.
The sensation of her warmth surrounding me, the tightness and wetness enveloping me, ignited a fire within me that burned with a fierce passion. I held onto her hips, guiding her movements as we surrendered ourselves to the pleasure that consumed us.
Her hair cascaded down her back, shimmering in the sunlight, as she moved with a sensual grace that mesmerized me. The view from the windows was forgotten as our focus shifted solely to the intensity of our connection. Time seemed to stand still as we lost ourselves in the euphoria of our desires.
The room filled with the symphony of our moans and gasps, our bodies moving in perfect harmony. The world outside ceased to exist as we created our universe, where pleasure reigned supreme and inhibitions were left behind.
The intensity grew with each grind and thrust, building a wave of pleasure that threatened to consume us both. Our bodies moved in unison, a dance of passion and desire, fueled by the raw connection we shared.
As the evening sun continued to bathe us in its warm embrace, we reached the peak of our shared bliss. Our bodies trembled with the force of our release, waves of pleasure crashing over us, leaving us breathless and utterly fulfilled.
We lay there, intertwined and basking in the afterglow of our passionate encounter. She crawled onto my shoulder after tasting my sperm and asked “How about the villain of our Spy fiction?”
I kissed her and told her. I plan to use her neighbor Mr. Ahmed as the portrait villain. She agreed and returned my kiss.
We lay there, our bodies intertwined and bathed in the blissful afterglow of our passionate encounter. Maria nestled into my shoulder, a contented smile on her face, as she tasted the remnants of our shared pleasure.
With a playful glimmer in her eyes, she looked up at me and asked, "What about the villain in our Spy fiction, Tomas?" Her voice was filled with a mix of curiosity and excitement, eager to dive into the world we were building together.
I leaned in, capturing her lips in a tender kiss, savoring the taste of her on my tongue. "I have a deliciously wicked idea," I whispered against her lips. "I plan to use your neighbor, Mr. Ahmed, as the portrait of the villain."
Maria's eyes widened with intrigue, her approval evident as she returned my kiss with equal fervor. At that moment, we sealed our agreement, intertwining our creative minds and our desires, all fueled by the passion that bound us together.
