The Innocent Mage's Spellbinding Nights - Chapter 6
“That’s because you’re so cute, Irina.”
Cute. That word might be a softer way of saying fragile and unreliable.
“…But you don’t treat Hesed like that.”
“Oh, come on. Hesed doesn’t have an ounce of cuteness. I bet Vine thinks the same way.”
Vine, the second disciple of the former Tower Master, was an incredibly taciturn man. Even if Irina mustered all her courage and asked him boldly, he would most likely remain silent.
“Anyway, Irina.”
“Yes, senior sister.”
“You’re doing well. Don’t put too much pressure on yourself.”
“Did you hear that Hesed and I raised our voices yesterday?”
“This place is full of people training in wind magic, so there are plenty of gossipy folks.”
Scarlet shrugged her shoulders as she answered. Her hand, which had moved from her hair to pat Irina’s shoulder, was still gentle and kind.
Her senior sister cared so much about her.
‘And I spent the whole night thinking strange thoughts…’
Irina felt guilty. With a flushed face, she hurriedly ended her conversation with Scarlet and fled from the spot.
But who could have known? The strange sensations she felt last night were just the beginning.
*
The schedule of the White Tower Master was no less demanding than that of a king. If not for the smart and capable Vice Tower Master Hesed, Irina would not have had even a moment to make potions or read her favorite novels, nor would she have been able to return to her quarters early today because she wasn’t feeling well.
‘This is strange, so strange!’
As soon as she returned to her quarters, Irina pulled off her robe and lifted her skirt to check inside. She saw her underwear, soaked as if she had been aroused by reading a racy novel.
‘Something is seriously wrong!’
Irina spent the whole day suffering from mild fever and strange sensations. When her chest bumped against the corner of her desk, it didn’t hurt but throbbed, and when her finger accidentally touched Hesed’s while handing him a document, it tingled as if struck by static electricity.
Embarrassingly, at those moments, not only the book she read last night but every erotic scene and description she had ever come across flashed through her mind, making her entire body feel hot. Her heart pounded, but more troubling was the itching and burning sensation below.
‘Unless I’ve somehow been secretly drugged with an aphrodisiac, there’s no way this is happeni… Ah, the potion! The potion I made yesterday must be the problem!’
It seemed she had found a clue to solve the problem. Irina hurriedly placed the potion she made yesterday on her desk and began to analyze it.
Two hours later, a shocked voice escaped her lips.
“That’s not citrus root?”
An unexpected ingredient had been detected in the potion instead of citrus root.
‘It looks like Limonera.’
Potion-making was a very delicate field. Limonera looked similar to citrus and had similar effects but could never replace citrus.
In short, Irina had just created a completely untested, new potion.
‘So, the side effect of this potion is… increased sexual desire? It’s similar to an aphrodisiac or a potency enhancer?’
Of course, potency enhancers were sold at high prices on the black market, but it was meaningless to Irina.
‘What do I do? An antidote! I need to make an antidote…’
The quickest and easiest way to counteract an aphrodisiac or potency enhancer was to spend a passionate night with someone. However, for Irina, who had never even been in a romantic relationship in all her life, this method was more difficult than killing hundreds of monsters.
‘Calm down. If there’s poison, there’s also an antidote.’
With her extensive knowledge of pharmacology, Irina quickly wrote down several antidote recipes. She added ingredients that could counteract the Limonera component to the antidote for the ‘feel-good potion’ she originally intended to make.
‘One of these should work.’ It had to, it absolutely had to.
She couldn’t continue her daily life in this condition.
‘It will take at least a day to gather the ingredients. Plus, considering the time to make it…’
Unfortunately, she would have to endure this lewd state for about a week. Irina felt darkness closing in on her vision.
***
“Ah, hng…”
“The more I see, the more alluring your brxxsts are.”
A man with light brown hair that looked as soft as silk and sparkling ruby eyes whispered as he kneaded Irina’s chest. She couldn’t clearly see his face, but the familiar feeling and voice made her realize who he was.
‘This is insane!’
Startled, Irina flailed and woke up from her sleep.
“Haa…”
Fortunately, no one was beside her. It seemed she had had such a bizarre dream because her chest had rubbed against the blanket while she slept.
‘Considering my current physical state, it’s understandable why I had such a dream. But why was the other person…’
Why did it have to be Hesed Clarke, the man she felt most uncomfortable with? Irina silently screamed and tugged at her innocent hair.
‘Does that make any sense? Of all people, Hesed?’
Objectively speaking, Hesed Clarke was a good man to be in a relationship with. He had a sharp, handsome appearance, was intelligent, had excellent magical skills, and was the Vice Tower Master of the White Tower, coming from the prestigious Clarke Marquisate. He had all the qualities one could envy.
But to Irina, he was…
‘A junior brother whose thoughts I can’t fathom, who accepted the position of Vice Tower Master without complaint despite being so smart and capable!’
If he had appeared in a bloody scene, she might have been less surprised. For a moment, thinking this, Irina lightly slapped her cheeks with both hands.
‘No, but still, Hesed has never treated me inhumanely. It’s too much to paint him as a bad guy! I can’t let my uncomfortable feelings turn into hatred, Irina!’
However, at that time, Irina did not know. Reality always surpasses imagination and comes closer than one expects.
