When Your Secret Crush Wizard Took a Love Potion - Chapter 9
The cabin Edgar and I lived in was nestled deep within the Torenne Mountains, a remote valley so secluded that not even monsters, let alone people—save for the occasionally greedy herb gatherer—would venture there.
Leaving the cabin meant navigating out of the mountains first.
Stepping out from the cabin where I had spent half my life and into the outside world was a strangely exhilarating experience. Each morning, I began my day amidst sunlight streaming through the leaves like lattice and the cheerful chirping of birds. It was unfamiliar but thrilling.
“It’s heavy…”
If only Edgar, who clung to my back and added a significant weight, weren’t there, the feeling would have been even more refreshing.
“Why do you always sleep here?”
I had complained a few times initially. Even if I set up two sleeping bags with a fire burning nearby, I’d inevitably wake up in Edgar’s arms by morning.
He even chose to sleep on the hard, cold ground instead of in the warm, soft sleeping bag. Even though it was the season of full-bloom flowers, the early morning forest was chillingly cold, a perfect recipe for catching a cold.
Yet, Edgar clung to me like a leech with its suckers attached, drawing blood. He seemed to have thrown his own comfort to the wind, making physical closeness with me his life’s purpose. Frustrated, I eventually had no choice but to lend him my sleeping bag.
The sizable one-person sleeping bag I bought from the village was a bit loose on me. It would be snug if Edgar joined, but as long as it didn’t rip, we could manage.
During his days as a teacher, Edgar never shared his bed with anyone, and following his principles, I had become accustomed to sleeping alone from a very young age. So, the unfamiliar sensation of being enveloped by his warm body heat was particularly uncomfortable.
‘This is really uncomfortable.’
After some restless tossing and turning in the awkward sleeping arrangement, I found myself surprisingly sinking into a deep sleep each morning.
Since then, Edgar and I started sleeping together. Every morning, waking up with marks from his drooling like territories marked by wild animals on my cheeks and neck, it was odd, yet not entirely unpleasant.
Perhaps it was the solid sleep of the past few nights, but I felt unusually refreshed. Was Edgar still asleep? I hesitated to wake him.
His thick forearm wrapped around my waist was tense, almost to the point of quivering. Now that I noticed, there seemed to be a subtle nudging against my hip that had been there for a while. Once I became aware of it, the movement grew bolder, and a substantial end pressed more insistently against the curve of my hip.
“Ah… Chloe… You smell of flesh. Soft and sweet.”
“Wait a minute.”
Had he been awake this whole time? The hot breath scattering across my neck made my spine tingle.
“Edgar, Edgar! Wait a minute!”
The object rubbing against, and now aggressively nudging into, my hip felt as though it could pierce through the thin fabric. Trapped in the tight confines of the sleeping bag, intertwined as one, the lewd movements below caused my ears to flush with heat.
Sharing a bed with Edgar wasn’t bad, but this was the problem.
The Edgar Blayden who seemed to have no desires, or even basic human urges, had disappeared, leaving behind a man who seemed to have just discovered mas—bation for the first time.
Watching Edgar constantly e-ect and pressing against me made me wonder if I had accidentally concocted an aphrodisiac instead of a love potion.
“If you’re awake, let go!”
“Umm… I’m sleepy.”
It seemed almost a reflex. Even when I tried to scoot forward to escape, he clung to me, leaving no space between us.
A cold sweat broke out along my spine. The breathing transmitted through our touching skins grew harsher, and Edgar’s movements at the waist became more violent.
[Aqua!]
Unable to bear it any longer, I chanted a spell.
A bucket’s worth of ice-cold water poured down over us.
* * *
“Truly a perfect morning.”
Edgar, who was moments ago fervently pressing against someone’s rear, now had a refreshingly innocent expression as he squinted up at the sun, seemingly dazzled by the light.
“Traveling is all about the weather, and it seems we are lucky. Perhaps even the heavens are blessing our love. What do you think, Chloe?”
“Think whatever you want.”
