When Your Secret Crush Wizard Took a Love Potion - Chapter 49
The excessive pleasure was almost akin to pain.
“Uh, ugh! Enough, oh!”
Struggling instinctively to escape, I writhed in Edgar’s embrace, unable to free myself despite his large frame. I knew he was tall and well-built, but I hadn’t realized he was this formidable.
Regardless of my cries and tears, he relentlessly drove his hips between my spread legs. He seemed lost in the sensations, moaning as he gripped me tightly.
If only that had been the extent of it. Misinterpreting my thrashing as pleasure, he reached between my thighs and started rubbing my most sensitive and private area, already tender from his teeth and tongue.
“There, no, stop!”
His fingers, the thickest parts, pressed and rubbed against the swollen flesh. Despite being a tiny part of my body, it felt as though all my nerves were connected there, sending shocks through me. I was on the verge of losing consciousness.
“No, please!”
“Relax. It’s okay…”
How was anything okay? At that moment, there was no teacher, no family—nothing. I felt cornered with nowhere to escape and a deep-seated desire to strike back at the man pushing me to the brink. Had I been less overwhelmed, I might have hit Edgar, scolding him for his carelessness.
But not now. Instead, I sobbed as I tried to escape Edgar’s rough hand movements syncing with his vigorous hips. I rubbed my forehead against the pillow, squeezed my thighs together, then apart again—all in a desperate attempt to get away.
Yet no matter how much I tried to escape, his relentless touch followed, thoroughly soaking and pleasuring the swollen cl–oris.
“No, no!”
Just when Edgar’s neat fingernails flicked my sensitive spot, I reached another climax.
“Ah, oh…”
Saliva dripped unchecked from my parted lips. My vision, which had whitened out, took a long time to normalize.
As my senses overwhelmed me like a bursting dam, the sound of gushing water echoed in my ears. The opaque liquid saturated the bedsheet, staining it a deep color. The fountain that erupted between my thighs arced and burst messily.
Despite the situation, I felt no shame, perhaps because I was already half out of my mind.
“Ha ha.”
A buoyant laugh fell upon the top of my head.
“I never expected to see you wet yourself from too much sensation.”
Edgar did not hide his heated breath that was bursting with excitement. He busied himself pressing his lips against my ears, nape, and cheeks, seeming utterly content.
“Did my body feel that good to you? Ah, you’re so cute. Adorably maddening.”
Occasionally, he bit hard enough on my pale skin to leave marks.
Confronted with such predator-like behavior, it felt only right to shrink back, but I was unable to say anything. My body, worn out from repeated climaxes, couldn’t bear it anymore.
I slipped into unconsciousness.
At some point…
“Haah…”
Rough breathing could be heard somewhere.
“Hoo, hah.”
My body was swaying, moved by a force beyond my will. As my consciousness drifted back to reality, my senses gradually sharpened. It felt as though my body was not my own.
“What the… Ah!”
As soon as I regained consciousness, I was jolted by the violent thrusting inside me, causing my spine to shiver and a pained moan to escape my lips.
“You’re awake now, Chloe.”
Edgar, his neat features drenched in lascivious sweat and excitement, smiled down at me. His blonde hair was scattered and damp.
As I was still disoriented from waking, I blinked rapidly, only for him to thrust into me strongly.
“Haah!”
The sensation of being deeply penetrated made me tilt my head back and moan. I was just realizing the situation.
How much time had passed? It must have been close to dawn by now, as the outside was eerily quiet, but the room was filled with heat.
Edgar had continued his actions even as I had passed out.
At some point, our positions had even changed. Lying on my side with my face against the pillow, Edgar clung tightly to my back, moving his lower body against mine. My thighs, having been spread for so long, felt sore and tender.
