When Your Secret Crush Wizard Took a Love Potion - Chapter 117
Despite everything, the state of Edgar’s lower body was so intimidating that it couldn’t be praised even as a lie. Its appearance was more akin to that of a monster than a human’s. Each time I saw it, I couldn’t help but be horrified.
“Why does it look so hideous?”
Suddenly, an old rumor from our travels came to mind. The mercenary group, which enjoyed making crude jokes regardless of gender, once had a tale about how a man’s member would turn a different color with frequent use, like a banana that had been repeatedly handled by many people.
At the time, I had dismissed it as mere gossip.
“Have you been living debauched somewhere without me knowing?”
His face, which exuded a devout and pure aura that could easily be passed off as a priest, was pale and smooth under the sun, yet only a specific part was darkened. The more I thought about it, the more suspicious it became.
Although there was a mention of a five-hundred-year-old virgin from a longtime friend, no one knew the truth. Who was to say a man ablaze with desire might not have spent wild nights with many people?
“Absolutely not!”
Noticing my suspicion, Edgar jumped up like a dog with its tail on fire.
“Don’t misunderstand. It’s not true, Chloe!”
Despite his plea, I still couldn’t shake my doubts, and Edgar seemed on the verge of tears.
“It’s true. You’re my first in everything.”
His trembling voice didn’t sound like a lie. People have all sorts of different appearances, and it was said that each person’s anatomy is unique. Just as my n–ples have been inverted since birth, there could be various reasons for Edgar’s condition, even if he had no experience.
“Believe me…”
His desperate plea was becoming tearful. I felt I might push him too far if I continued.
“Alright, I’ll believe you.”
Even though I gave him the answer he wanted, his tearful eyes showed no signs of calming down.
“You’re being really unfair. You know I don’t want to be with anyone else, so why keep saying it’s hideous? I know it, but hearing it over and over still hurts.”
The sense of injustice and the constant confirmation from my own words that his lower region was hideous seemed to make Edgar’s expression droop with sadness.
“Do you think I wanted to be born like this? That’s why I was trying to make it look nice and pink before showing you…”
Left alone, he might have actually carried out that suspicious plan.
Instead of stopping his rambling, I took hold of his firmly e***t member, which showed no sign of softening. As I gripped the thick s***t that was too large for one hand, his complaining voice cut off abruptly, replaced by a low moan.
“Ah…”
The air gradually warmed with his hot breath.
The surface of his member was already slick with pre-c*m. I spread my palm as wide as I could to grip the thick s***t and rubbed it up and down. The tip twitched like a snake flicking its tongue.
Seeing this reaction, I couldn’t help but find it a bit cute. So, he really had never shown it to anyone in five hundred years.
“This…”
“Ah!”
When I lightly slapped the s***t with a sound, it stood even more e***t, reddening further.
“You shouldn’t use it on anyone else but me from now on.”
“Yes… I will. Definitely.”
His amethyst-colored eyes, half out of focus, gazed at me as if enchanted. His face, continuously nodding and agreeing, looked quite endearing. Watching the man who always put me beneath him in ecstasy now struggling with the pleasure I gave him felt both enjoyable and novel.
“Ah, Chloe. Your palm is so smooth, and it feels good. There. A bit harder.”
Despite it being a large object and my only was to grip it tightly and rub the veins on the surface, his reaction was fervent. The sensation of his member throbbing hotly in my hand made my mouth dry and my legs wet.
Before long, I was holding his member with both hands.
The wet skin made a squelching sound as it rubbed against the firm tissue. A sound like a beast growling echoed in my ears. As if my small palm were a hole for him, Edgar began to pant and thrust his hips.
