When Your Secret Crush Wizard Took a Love Potion - Chapter 116
“I’m sorry if I kept it from you. But surely, not for that reason….”
It was hard to believe, but seeing him avoid eye contact made me think it might actually be true. Edgar had always been someone I looked up to. He hadn’t intentionally acted as my teacher, yet in doing so, he became an exceptional one.
But now…
“I don’t want to be hated… I thought I’d use magic to change it to a pretty, neat pink and then show you…”
He was trying to explain that there was no such magic existing and that he was developing new spells instead.
I was stunned by the sheer simplicity of his thinking—someone I had always wanted to be with was this much of a fool. He had even considered changing it with magic. The absurdity of his thought process was overwhelming.
There were many things to criticize. Using powerful magic and advanced knowledge for such trivial spells, was he not embarrassed as a wizard? Assuming there would be a magical potion with permanent effects, and thinking that changing the color to pink would make it look cute?
These were all issues that rushed to the tip of my tongue but then faded away with a sigh.
“It’s true that I was surprised when I first saw it. But I don’t dislike it that much now.”
I decided to address only the most important part for now.
“Really?”
Seeing Edgar, who was visibly relieved, looking so cute made me realize how deep my own affliction was. Even the most severe patient would probably be in better shape than this.
“And besides, since everyone’s body parts are different, there’s no need to change it with magic. I also have my own concerns, you know?”
To be honest, even something as minor as having inverted n–ples bothers me. Edgar says he likes them, but after realizing that only mine are always inverted compared to others, it makes me self-conscious.
But human desires are infinite, and the body is imperfect; it cannot be perfectly proportional like the symbols in a magic circle. Trying to fix every flaw like that might just make things look even more unnatural, like a patchwork homunculus.
“That’s nonsense. Chloe, you’re perfect just the way you are.”
Edgar, who had been listening to the conversation, refuted as if the proposition that the sun rises in the east had been challenged. His serious expression made me feel quite awkward, as though I was questioning an unchangeable law.
“What’s bothering you?”
“Well… it’s, um, the n–ple, for example…”
“Why does a cute n–ple that gets perky when I suck on it bother you? Is it troubling you because it’s too cute?”
“…Anyway.”
The conversation kept drifting. I cleared my throat a few times and tried to change the subject.
“Edgar, you don’t need to worry about it. I’ve already adjusted a bit.”
“Adjusted?”
“You know, if you keep seeing something, you start to find it cute, or so they say.”
“Really?”
I knew it was an awkward consolation. I was merely trying to encourage Edgar, who had been hurt by my earlier immature comments.
“Look all you want, Chloe.”
I never imagined the situation would come to this.
Edgar, leaning against the sofa table, spread his legs wide. His crotch was openly exposed to me, who was sitting opposite him as if to show off.
“Even if you tell me to…”
I peered through the gaps between my fingers, squinting at the exposed member.
A dark, thick pillar of flesh, the width of my forearm, throbbed and squirmed. The sharp tip seemed capable of tearing through even the narrowest of openings. The veins bulging out of the pillar were so numerous that they seemed to cover the entire organ.
The shape, like it had been carved from a black stone, writhed as if alive. The tip seemed to react to my gaze as if it was a gentle caress, already showing signs of pleasure and oozing a translucent prec-m.
As I turned my eyes away, unable to look directly any longer, Edgar, with his long legs spread wide and a flushed gaze, whispered.
“How about it? Have you warmed up to it?”
I couldn’t bring myself to nod.
“It’s hideous.”
My response came out sharp and immediate, causing his rigid shoulders to slump in disappointment.
