The Innocent Mage's Spellbinding Nights - Chapter 7
After a second sleepless night, Irina finished her day’s schedule with superhuman perseverance and returned to her quarters, more exhausted than usual.
“At this rate, I’m going to die from lack of sleep…”
She collapsed onto her bed, muttering in a weary voice. Yet, damn her body, it still reacted, heating up whenever something touched it.
“I really hate this.”
Why did she have to make a potion that made her feel good?
‘Irina, you fool! You should have checked the ingredients more carefully!’
She had gathered about two-thirds of the ingredients needed to make the antidote. Since she planned to make the antidote in five or six different ways, she needed quite a large amount.
‘Even if I gather all the ingredients by tomorrow, some herbs need to mature, so it will really take another week. Rather…’
Her body heated up at any time, and she couldn’t sleep properly.
Pushed to her limits, Irina began to consider using polymorph magic to change her appearance and find a partner for one night.
‘No, no. What am I thinking… I can’t just sleep with someone I don’t even like for this reason.’
However, the constant tingling and heat in her lower abdomen were slowly eroding her sanity.
‘…Could self-pleasure help relieve this?’
Suddenly struck by the thought, Irina sat up abruptly.
She had never tried mxstxrbating before. Most of her knowledge on the subject came from reading romance novels.
After hesitating several times, Irina lifted her skirt. Her underwear, which had seldom been dry lately, came into view.
‘They say there’s a spot inside that feels pleasurable when lightly rubbed or pressed, right?’
The light pink underwear dropped to the floor. Just being exposed to the slightly cool air made her vulva tighten.
Her delicate fingers touched a place she had never touched except when washing. As she rubbed the soft flesh, slick with sticky fluid from inside, a strange sensation washed over her.
“Ah, ooh…”
Her fingers moved a little deeper inside. Every time she rubbed and lightly scratched the tingly spot, a lascivious thrill made her shoulders shake.
What started as an attempt to quell a bizarre thirst, akin to drinking saltwater, turned out to be more pleasant and addictive than she had expected.
Irina began to move her fingers in pursuit of greater pleasure.
Finding her clxxxxis, hidden by her nether region’s hair and flesh, was not easy. But the act of searching for the nub was excellent stimulation itself.
“Ah, mmm!”
Just the contact and friction of flesh against flesh felt incredibly good.
The nub that had been hard to find due to its size and hidden location was slowly becoming plump under Irina’s fingers. After teasing the small nub for a while, her fingers courageously ventured into the parted slit.
“Ah, ugh.”
Even though the entrance was thoroughly wet from the fluids that had poured out, inserting her finger into the seemingly narrow hole required considerable courage. The entrance, hot and tormented, clenched tightly around Irina’s cautiously intruding finger.
“What if it tears?”
Startled by the unfamiliar sensation, Irina slowly tried to pull her finger out. As her finger grazed a certain spot on its way out, fireworks exploded in her mind.
“Ah, oh!”
Her shoulders twitched involuntarily at the moan that escaped her lips, but instinctively, she pushed the nearly withdrawn finger back in. The finger, thrust in more forcefully than before, quelled the maddening itch and heat as it stirred her insides.
“Ah, it feels… good.”
Irina bit her lip and shivered with an inexplicable sense of release. Her finger movements became faster and bolder. The increasing flow of fluids from the entrance made her pale thighs glisten.
Irina was a sharp mage and a quick learner. As she continued to probe the itchy hole with one hand, she gently massaged the swollen nub with the other. The mixed intensity of the stimuli soon made her vision go white.
“Ah, uh!”
For the first time, she reached the peak through masturbation.
Irina felt like she was falling into a sweet abyss and sat still for a while, savoring the sensation.
*
From that day onward, Irina’s life began to change little by little. The pleasure she had experienced—not by her own volition—was like a sweet poison.
Her face now bore a mix of fatigue that was hard to hide and a vitality that was difficult to explain. She looked tired but also seemed like someone who had encountered something delightful.
“Irina, is something really going on with you? Why does your face look like that?”
Her first senior sister, Scarlet, who always took an interest in her, questioned her thoroughly.
“I heard you haven’t been sleeping well lately. Are you alright?”
Even Vine, the second senior brother who usually had no interest in anything outside his training to become a magic swordsman like the Blue Tower Master Siord, asked about her well-being when they met in the hallway.
