When Your Secret Crush Wizard Took a Love Potion - Chapter 59
A cold sweat trickled down my spine. I had let my guard down too much, thinking I was safe with others around. Edgar, despite his ascetic appearance, was like a primitive beast with no self-restraint whatsoever.
His hands, which had been wrapped around my waist, slowly moved towards the horse’s head and began to caress my hands, which were holding the reins. His long fingers, curling into intricate patterns, felt ominously unsettling.
“Don’t think about anything.”
I shifted slightly and glared at him. Even if Edgar was aroused, this was not the time to indulge in his advances.
“Do you know, Chloe?”
Edgar, with a calm smile that was hard to believe was coming from a man with an e–ction, abruptly changed the subject.
“Riding a horse requires maintaining balance and using your lower body and core muscles, which is quite similar to the position for intercourse. Like how you were sitting on my thigh and moving your hips the other day.”
I didn’t have the energy for more lecturing. My esteemed teacher was acting like a monkey who, after learning self-stimulation, couldn’t eat, sleep, or do anything but obsess over it all day.
I was confused about the side effects of the love potion since it was my first time making and using it. Was it not a potion that made people fall in love but a powerful aphrodisiac that kept one aroused all the time?
“It’s nice that you know such trivial knowledge, even if I don’t see the resemblance.”
“Then I’ll show you.”
“No, that’s really not necessary… Ah!”
Before I could refuse, a large hand descended and began to caress my thigh, which was focused on maintaining balance on the saddle.
“Put some strength here.”
I had no intention of following his instructions, but the sensation of his slender fingers caressing my skin through the thin fabric involuntarily made my thigh muscles tense and hardened.
“Try to straighten your back.”
I felt his other hand moving down my spine. It was an odd sensation. Even though it was just a brief moment, an unknown shiver passed through me, following his hand as it swept down my back.
Even if I tried not to remember, images kept flashing in my mind of me straddling his solid thigh and moving my hips, gasping for breath.
“And now, lift your heels and lower them while lightly bouncing your body up and down…”
“Ugh!”
With each powerful thud of the horse’s hooves striking the firm ground, both Edgar and I were jostled along with the vibrations. The hot, hard sensation pressing against my back grew even more intense.
“Haa…”
A languid breath brushed against my ear.
“…You’re doing very well.”
The whisper, tinged with a strange tone, made me shiver uncontrollably. Even without seeing it, I could feel the heat rising to my face, with every hair on my body standing on end.
What in the world are we doing on a perfectly normal horse?!
“Hey! Are you okay? You don’t look well.”
At that moment, someone approached us. Startled, I looked up to see a concerned Olio Bennett, who had come closer while still holding the horse’s reins.
My dazed mind cleared as if cold water had been thrown on it. Despite the alarming situation, Olio’s genuine concern felt pure and made me feel even more awkward.
“You’ve seemed off since this morning.”
“I—I just had a rough night.”
If I were to list the specific reasons, it would be physical exhaustion from being tormented by Edgar all day, and mental fatigue from constantly wrestling with my conscience.
“You’re red now.”
“That’s…”
It’s not because of pain…
Unable to answer directly and feeling awkward, I was relieved when the traveling party finally stopped.
Being on horseback gave the advantage of a better view of the surroundings. It seemed that Marka, who had been leading the way, had reached the end of the road and confirmed that the vast reed fields extended up to the entrance of the Mistwood Forest before coming back.
“We won’t be able to move any further today. Let’s have a meal and set up a temporary camp here for the night.”
Since the weather wasn’t cold, we could manage with sleeping bags, but we still needed fire for cooking. Lighting a fire in the middle of the reed field could easily cause a disastrous blaze.
“Alright, let’s get moving!”
The mercenaries dismounted their horses and began to prepare for the meal efficiently. They secured a spot in the center for the campfire and tied up the horses and unloaded the gear in the nearby area.
Instead of using magic to start a fire, I gathered dry twigs and handed them to the mercenary who was starting the campfire.
