When Your Secret Crush Wizard Took a Love Potion - Chapter 54
I was half-exhausted, leaning my cheek against his firm shoulder, my body limp like a wet rag.
Our bodies were pressed together, soaked in sweat and heat. If this had been in the past, or even on our first night together, I would have been embarrassed and covered myself with the sheets, but after two days of continuous intimacy, being naked now felt almost natural.
“My hips are so restless; it’s hard to hold back,” Edgar sighed, his voice low and breathy, yet he hugged me fiercely as if he wasn’t tired of it.
“I managed to hold back. Do you know how cute you looked, Chloe, when you were on top of me, moving your hips and coming all over? I want to see it again and again. I want to keep you inside me all day, whether you’re awake or asleep. When you’re hungry, I’ll feed you, and when you’re sleepy, I’ll let you rest. How about it?”
Even though he was someone I liked, being alone with him on the bed while he was half-asleep and drooling on my cheek made me feel a real sense of urgency.
“I’ll wash up by myself.”
As I stumbled to the bathroom with trembling legs, Edgar’s voice, filled with unmasked disappointment, came through the closed door.
“It’s too hard. This time, I’ll really only wash you, no other things.”
How many times had I been deceived by his gentle promises before?
“Just stay put. I’ll wash up first.”
My legs were shaking so badly I could barely stand. If we went any further, my intelligence would drop to ogre levels. Realizing my resolve, the sounds of Edgar’s presence outside the door finally quieted.
He may be obedient, I smiled as I approached the bathtub.
Edgar had always been the type to bundle up in robes, revealing only his hands, feet, and neck, a dry man in appearance. Yet his mind was full of mischievous intentions, turning him into a persistent leech, unwilling to be apart for even a moment.
A few months ago, I might have suspected that Edgar was actually some other life form polymorphed into his current shape.
As I washed my body in the warm water I had prepared in the tub, the muscle soreness I had forgotten about hit me, and only then did I feel a sense of reality.
‘What am I doing right now?’
I realized that this was not the time for easy smiles.
At first, I was determined not to get caught up in it, but before I knew it, I had not only adapted to Edgar’s perverse desires but had become accustomed to them. Even if Edgar had become strangely energetic after taking the potion, what was I supposed to do with my own reaction to it?
Even if Edgar was in an abnormal state because of the potion, why was I behaving like this?
Feelings of guilt and regret for doing things I shouldn’t have were as fleeting as a wisp of cotton in the wind, always collapsing in the face of pleasure.
Is there anything more foolish than spending the night with someone under the influence of a love potion?
I knew I had to return to my original self eventually, but why had things turned out this way?
‘At least there’s no chance of pregnancy.’
While everyone’s different, my monthly period and its resulting discomfort were particularly severe for me.
When I was about fifteen, Edgar, who had always watched over me during my menstrual struggles, made a drug to regulate the human body’s condition. It could make a man impotent due to temporary cessation of reproductive function, but it was convenient for me as a woman.
Long-term use was not recommended, but it allowed me to manage my cycle comfortably. I had taken the drug according to my travel schedule, so I didn’t need to worry about contraception.
But that didn’t solve everything.
‘This can’t go on.’
The situation had already reached an irreversible point.
What if my teacher found out that we had been physically involved?
The thought made the hot water feel like ice and sent chills down my spine.
I was scared.
Edgar was more familiar to me than any family member, and he had always been my teacher whom I relied on without question. I had never imagined losing his support, even if I lived independently one day.
I found myself thinking.
Regardless of whether it was the power of the love potion or anything else, I wished that Edgar would continue to love me.
Even knowing that his affection now was artificially created by the love potion.
* * *
That night, I had a very old nightmare.
A dark forest where bare branches screamed in the wind, a nightmare of being abandoned on a remote mountain path with no one around.
The nightmare, mixing with memories of my childhood, sometimes felt more real than reality. My bare feet were dirty with soil, and I didn’t even notice the pain of scraping my knees on stones as I searched for the parents who had abandoned me.
