When Your Secret Crush Wizard Took a Love Potion - Chapter 13
Fortunately, I had packed some emergency potions when we left the cabin, and one of them was an antidote.
I quickly opened the potion and tried to administer it to Edgar, but his complexion remained unchanged. Normally, he’s quite pale, so it was hard to tell at first, but the furrowed brow and the sweat on his forehead indicated that he was indeed suffering from the venom.
“Chloe, you see.”
He said, his voice weak as he caught my hand, pressing his cheek against my palm.
“I think… you might need to suck out the poison.”
I was initially taken aback, but his earnest gaze convinced me to reconsider.
His voice seemed faint, increasing my anxiety. Although it was a primitive form of emergency treatment, with the antidote proving ineffective, I was willing to try anything that might help.
The bite was on the inner side of his thigh, which meant I had to act quickly, removing not only his pants but also his underwear. His thigh muscles were as solid as tree trunks. Upon closer examination, I noticed black blood oozing from the puncture wounds—likely the venom.
“I’ll try to suck it out.”
I had never done this before, but I assumed it would be like sucking on a candy. I swallowed nervously, the sound echoing strangely in the quiet of the forest.
I pressed my lips tightly against the wound and sucked as hard as I could.
“Ah…!”
Edgar groaned, the muscles of his thigh twitching under my grip. The hot breaths falling on my head were heavy with pain.
“Ah, ah… Chloe, that’s… ah!”
Does it hurt? Since my face was buried against his g***n to reach the wound, I couldn’t see his expression.
Instead of telling him to hang in there, I gently patted the back of his head, which seemed to offer him some comfort. He responded by lifting his hips off the ground, pushing slightly against my efforts.
After a few rounds of sucking and spitting, the bleeding stopped. Almost done. I spat out the last of the dark blood onto the dirt and wiped around my mouth, leaving the man’s thick thigh shiny with saliva where I had been working.
“It’s all done.”
I said, feeling somewhat awkward as I tried to wrap up the situation.
Suddenly, something rigid sprung up and obstructed my view.
The large hand that had cradled the back of my head now softly caressed my earlobe, making me realize what was going on.
All this while, I had been frantically worried about him succumbing to the venom, but it turned out, he was getting aroused by the act. Seeing his e–ction, I was too shocked to speak.
“It seems the venom has spread all the way here,” Edgar whispered with reddened eyes.
I wasn’t naive enough to fall for that.
“….Really? Well then, let’s handle it.”
I replied, half annoyed and half resentful. He looked surprised as I reached out and firmly grasped the grotesque organ that looked like it might indeed spurt black blood.
Using the same mouth that had just been sucking out poison was problematic, but more importantly, I couldn’t bear to put such a repulsive thing in my mouth.
Instead, I planned to squeeze it out like milking a cow.
“Ah!”
He shuddered under the firm grip, his lips fluttering in disbelief.
Sensitive areas on the body are sensitive indeed, especially for men, whose parts are exposed to the outside world.
“You’ll just have to endure the pain.”
I had no intention of stopping. I was determined to make him face the evidence squarely, which meant getting something out of him first.
The grotesque column of flesh that rose rigidly to his lower abdomen was so thick that it took both my hands to barely encircle it. I gripped it firmly and began to work my hands swiftly.
“Huff… Ahh!”
As I shook my hands, Edgar’s breathing became ragged. Each time I squeezed forcefully downwards, he would tilt his head back and moan helplessly.
The engorged tip of his veined member twitched, and cloudy se–n started to flow out. With each rub against my palm, the sound of wetness echoed—’thuck, thuck.’
Even through my anger-blinded eyes, the sight appeared obscene.
“Ah, your palm… the soft part is too… smooth…”
