The Innocent Mage's Spellbinding Nights - Chapter 10
Not a junior, but a man first and foremost
Sending Hesed away left Irina in a foul mood all day. The nearby mana resonated with her feelings, becoming turbulent. The atmosphere was so intense that Celsia, noticing Irina’s uncharacteristic expression, couldn’t bring herself to speak to her.
After what felt like an unusually long day, Irina finally returned to her quarters. As soon as she locked the door and sat on her bed, her body collapsed.
‘Everything is a mess.’
The potion she made to lift her spirits had pushed her deeper into a pit of despair within just a week.
‘The antidote is almost finished, so you don’t need to worry.’
She had boasted in front of Hesed, but in truth, she was struggling with the antidote’s production. She had gathered all the ingredients, but two out of the five methods she had hypothesized had already proven ineffective.
‘What if the remaining three also don’t work? What if I have to live like this forever…?’
The horrific thought made her shake her head vigorously. Even though she knew she shouldn’t speak lightly of death, she felt that dying might be preferable.
As the extreme stress caused a sharp pain in her head, Irina subconsciously slipped her hand under her skirt. After days of indulgence, her body was becoming addicted to the stimulation and pleasure.
“Ah, mmm…”
With now-familiar touches, Irina’s hand roamed her aching flesh. Sensual moans escaped her lips. Gently massaging the wet nub hidden in her pubic hair with her thumb and forefinger, she felt her fluids gush out, soaking her fingers.
Her other fingers slipped into the narrow opening and began stirring inside. The flesh, now accustomed to pleasure, eagerly responded to her touch.
“Ah, ah…”
With half-closed eyes and cheeks flushed a light pink, Irina was rushing towards climax in a hazy trance.
“…Senior Sister.”
She heard a voice that shouldn’t have been there. Irina felt as if a bucket of cold water had been dumped over her head.
When had the barrier been broken and the door opened? Through the half-open door, she saw a familiar figure take a step inside.
Hesed, who usually wore a sly smile, now had a rigid expression. His ruby eyes were filled with shock.
“I thought you were ill…”
At his feet lay a box, seemingly dropped from his hand. The lavender-scented candle, meant to aid sleep, was shattered into pieces.
“Don’t, don’t look!”
With a blank mind, Irina managed to squeeze out those words. Hesed, hesitating, quietly muttered an incantation.
“Lock. Silence.”
True to his reputation as the White Tower’s prodigy, he effortlessly cast two spells simultaneously.
With a click, the half-open door shut firmly. The sound was cut off, and her quarters became a perfect sealed room.
Hesed, watching the pale-faced and panting Irina, slowly began to speak.
“Senior Sister, the side effect of the potion wasn’t insomnia… it was this, wasn’t it?”
Even if she had ten mouths, or a hundred, she wouldn’t be able to find a response. Irina kept her head down in silence.
Step by step.
He approached, feeling like a grim reaper to her.
Kneeling before her, Hesed pulled her arm and kissed her sticky fingers.
Startled by the soft, warm sensation, Irina looked up. Her tear-filled green eyes trembled violently.
“W-What are you doing?”
“I’m disappointed, Senior Sister. The solution is right beside you, yet you ignore it.”
“What do you mean…?”
“You know it well. Antidotes for aphrodisiacs are difficult to make, and the quickest and safest way to resolve the side effects is to have intercourse.”
“What?”
What was Hesed talking about? Irina’s face flushed with heat.
“No one needs to know. Let me help you. Please, use me as much as you need to feel better.”
“You’re crazy! We…”
Irina tried to push Hesed away in horror. But he held her arm firmly and responded unwaveringly.
“You say we are fellow disciples? But before that, we are a man and a woman.”
Hesed’s lips touched Irina’s captured arm. The soft sensation sent a shiver and a tickling feeling down her spine.
“It’s been hard for you to comfort yourself alone, hasn’t it?”
Irina’s body fell back. Her silver hair spread like a cloud on the white bed.
“There’s no need to struggle alone anymore, Senior Sister.”
Hesed’s lips slowly moved from her arm to her hand. Light kisses rained on her palm, which she used to cover her face out of embarrassment. Soon, her hand dropped in surrender, revealing her blushing face.
“Don’t… don’t do this.”
“You know it too. That kind of self-comfort is merely a temporary fix. What if the side effects reach your mind because you neglected it, thinking it was okay?”
Hesed, now back to his usual composed self, spoke in a gentle voice. Stories of people who had become ruined because they couldn’t properly handle the effects of aphrodisiacs flashed through Irina’s mind.
‘I don’t want to lose my sanity and become obsessed with lust!’
