When Your Secret Crush Wizard Took a Love Potion - Chapter 91
Perhaps because I fell asleep early, it was still the early hours of the morning when I woke up. I stared blankly at the familiar ceiling, wiped away the tears streaming down my temples, and struggled to get out of bed.
Pathetically, the tears wouldn’t stop.
It was truly absurd. Despite having lived with an indifferent teacher for half my life, the Edgar that kept appearing in my thoughts was the same man who had showered me with love over the past few months.
I have to admit it now. I missed the Edgar from that time very much. I even had the shameless thought of finding a way to turn back time and create a spell to go back to the past, regretting my choice to administer the antidote.
‘This won’t do.’
I found myself imagining a future where I would spend my entire life studying time magic, only to end up a lonely old woman. At this rate, I might end up staying up all night just with these useless thoughts.
When my mind is tangled, I need to clear my thoughts even just a little.
‘Maybe a quick wash would help.’
Taking a hot bath to refresh myself might help me calm down.
The living room was silent, shrouded in darkness. The quiet atmosphere, coupled with the fear of waking the housemate sleeping in the other bedroom, made me tread carefully.
Edgar hadn’t equipped each room with necessary facilities, reasoning that having a bathroom in every room would lead to never seeing each other’s faces. Thus, to use the bathroom, I had to leave the bedroom. Moreover, our cabin was full of Edgar’s pointless rules.
No going out without permission. Or, at the very least, having one meal together each day if we lived together.
I used to wonder why someone who looked like him could be so rigid.
‘Well, after being five hundred years old, it makes sense…’
Recalling the shocking truth learned during this trip, it made sense. Despite his reserved and calm demeanor, he was surprisingly rational and inflexible. The fact that he accumulated such a debasing past due to the love potion was undoubtedly a source of shame.
It wasn’t surprising that Edgar found me uncomfortable.
‘No, that’s not the issue here.’
Even though I tried to deny my complacent attitude that always leaned towards comforting Edgar, it had been about five minutes since I walked to the bathroom.
When I finally arrived, there was already an unexpected guest inside.
At this late hour, I could hear occasional splashes, as if someone was filling the tub and washing. Normally, I would have thought nothing of it, but right after a steamy dream, I couldn’t help but imagine the sensual sight of a man with smooth skin bathing in warm water.
Just as I was about to leave, shaking off the embarrassing thoughts, I heard a sigh.
“Haah…”
The sound of breath split with excitement made me freeze involuntarily. I couldn’t help but be startled.
Could it be?
My anxious heartbeat pounding, I approached the door and peered through the slightly ajar crack. Inside, a man sat naked with his back against a wooden tub, knees up.
While a well-defined body with lean muscles would have been interesting under any circumstances, my fixation was due to something more specific.
“Hah, huff… ngh…”
To my astonishment, Edgar was touching himself, gripping his member and stroking it. Even though he had been out of his mind when he took the potion, this was different.
But I was so captivated by the lewd sight before me that I couldn’t bring myself to question the reasons.
The thick pillar, too large to be gripped by my own hand, was already drenched in prec-m. It made squelching noises with each friction against his palm.
The perfectly smooth and solid physique was in stark contrast to the grotesque and massive member, which was always repulsive and enormous no matter how often I saw it.
It was dark, with an oddly reddish-black hue, and when it oozed slick liquid from the tip, it looked less like a part of the body and more like an unknown, tentacled creature.
The bulging veins were so numerous that even a slight touch with a fingernail seemed like it might cause an explosion of c-m.
‘Disgusting…’
Yet, for some reason, I couldn’t take my eyes off it.
