Chapter 3[18+]

Travis continued watching One Piece while feeling the sudden urge to use the bathroom. He hurriedly ran into the bathroom and took care of business. Meanwhile, on the surveillance footage, he noticed that Room 508 had a door open. A woman wearing a long navy blue gown, glasses, and a scarf covering her face walked out. She looked around, quickly ran down the hall to the stairway, and checked Travis's post to make sure no one was there. Startled by the sound of the flushed toilet, she rushed into the stairway.

After exiting the bathroom and washing his hands, Travis returned to the surveillance camera to check for anything unusual. Finding nothing, he sat back and resumed watching One Piece, which was currently at 22:30.

He thought to himself, "So far, everything seems normal." Suddenly, he felt a cold breeze behind him and quickly turned around to see the door to the stairway wide open.

"What the hell?!" he thought, feeling his heart sink. Fear made his blood run cold as he slowly approached the door and peeked inside, searching for any signs of what might have opened it, but he found nothing.

"Ah~" he heard a moan from below, sending shivers down his spine. Travis quickly checked the cameras in that area and realized there was a blind spot.

"Fuck," he thought. "I have to go check, even if I'm scared as hell." He grabbed his taser and walked into the stairway. As he descended the stairs, the sound grew louder and clearer.

"Wait, that's a girl moaning," he thought, his heart returning to normal, but his physical reaction remained. Peeking through the stair fence, he saw a beautiful girl wearing a gown, sitting on the floor with her legs spread apart, vigorously using a dildo on herself.

"Damn!" he thought, noticing that she was recording herself. Without hesitation, Travis pulled out his phone and started recording as well. Suddenly, a bright light flashed, causing the woman to panic and her heart to sink.

Cursing, Travis quickly ran up the stairs, returned to his post, and pretended to be engrossed in watching anime. The woman composed herself, packed her things, adjusted her gown tightly, and nonchalantly walked up the stairs as if nothing had happened. When she caught sight of Travis, she stared at him, wondering if he was the one who had caught her. However, she didn't jump to conclusions for now.

She passed by him, waved, and he responded with a friendly wave and a kind smile. "Hmm, I'll have to be more careful," she thought, entering her room and locking the door behind her.

"I just met a cam girl! And one who enjoys public activities too! This is the fourth time I've gotten turned on today. Nah, I need to relieve myself as quickly as possible," Travis thought, entering the bathroom and vigorously masturbating until he climaxed, the evidence ending up on the wall.

Meanwhile, the same girl entered the bathroom and noticed that Travis wasn't there. She decided to wait for him, sitting down patiently. When Travis walked out with his hand covered in semen, he gave her a complicated stare. She looked at his hand and smiled.

"I guess you were busy in there. Don't worry, wash your hand. I'll wait," she teasingly said. He laughed awkwardly, washed his hand, and sat back down.

"How may I help you, Miss?" he asked.

"Well, I have a bit of an issue in my room. Could you assist me?" she inquired.

"I could, but I'm not permitted to help residents with household issues. I suggest you call a staff member for assistance, Miss," he responded respectfully.

"Smart guy, but I have some leverage over him," she thought.

"If you help me, we can keep what you just witnessed a secret," she offered.

"Okay," he immediately agreed, and she giggled at his response.

"You're such a good boy," she said, attempting to pat his head, but Travis caught her hand. "Please don't touch my head, Miss," he requested.

Feeling his firm grip, she began to feel somewhat threatened, noticing the muscles on his arm as she looked down at his wrist.

"Wow," she thought. She pulled her hand away from his grip, nodded, and said, "Let's go." They walked out of the room and into her apartment. As soon as Travis entered, he saw several sex toys scattered on the ground.

"Don't mind these. The issue is with my bedroom's balcony. I tried to open the door, but it seems to be jammed. It has been this way since I moved in, and I've been too lazy to ask for help," she explained.

"Yet you didn't hesitate to ask me, you bitch!" Travis thought. He attempted to pull the door, confirming that it was indeed jammed. He noticed that there were two keyholes on the sliding door.

"Is this girl dumb or something?" he thought, turning back to get a good look at her...

"Yeah, she's definitely an airhead," he thought.

"Where are your house keys?" he asked. She retrieved them from her cardboard box, and Travis took them from her, unlocked the sliding door, and opened it.

"Wow! So it was just locked. Why didn't I think of that?" she remarked.

"He fell for the trap. Hahaha! I'll show you what I do to guys who think they're smart," she thought.

"Yeah, so can I leave?"

"Umm, no. You'll have dinner with me!" she declared.

"I'm afraid I can't do that. Goodbye," he replied, walking out of her room, ready to leave.

She frowned and followed him.

"You saw, didn't you?" she asked. Her airheadedness transformed into a cold, serious demeanor.

"Saw you do what?" he asked, coming to a halt and turning to face her, only to find her standing there naked.

"Why don't we play a game?"

TO BE CONTINUED