When Your Secret Crush Wizard Took a Love Potion - Chapter 92
“Aah, Chloe…So cute….”
Just a few months ago, Edgar had been excitedly touching himself in front of me while I was asleep and smeared his se–n on me.
Not only that, he had his head buried in the sheets of the bed I had been sleeping on, thrusting like a lustful animal and reaching climax in front of me.
“Hah. Haah. Just a bit more… let me lick a little more. Chloe, do you think the water from below tastes this sweet too? Hmm?”
I remembered the thick, warm breath that had covered my face, the sticky white fluid, and the faintly unpleasant smell. The dazed look in his eyes as he looked down at me, smeared with his c-m, was all too vivid.
It was maddening. Since I had slept with him, the lewd scene before me was intertwined with past memories, leaving me dizzy.
The carnal pleasure I first experienced was a potent poison for me.
My mouth was dry, and my throat was parched. Realizing that my panties were now wet, I unconsciously squeezed my thighs together, but once aroused, my body was slow to cool down.
“Ahh. Hmph.”
Edgar, with half-lidded eyes glazed over with pleasure, was in front of me. The pronounced Adam’s apple bobbed as he tilted his head back, letting sweat trickle down his skin. His strong thighs tensed with visible veins, and his waist jerked as he reached climax again.
“Ugh!”
Perhaps sensing the approach of climax before I did, he buried his nose in the cloth he had been holding in his other hand.
“Haah, huff… hnn.”
Moans of delirium spilled from Edgar’s open mouth. His broad shoulders hunched as he buried his face in his palm, trembling with a shiver down his spine. The scene before me, so different from his usual composed demeanor, was all too familiar from before.
‘What is that?’
I initially thought he was holding the cloth to wipe away his se–n, but it was surprising.
The clean but slightly worn cloth didn’t seem particularly special, but seeing how tightly Edgar had been holding it, it must have been something he kept with him.
Despite my curiosity, I had no time to analyze his actions in detail.
“Damn it…”
Having finished his climax, Edgar muttered a curse. He slowly got up, seemingly intent on cleaning the messied floor and tidying up.
If I delayed even a moment longer, I’d risk getting caught for spying. I quickly moved my trembling legs and hurried back to the bedroom.
‘Did he notice me?’
After anxiously waiting for any sign of Edgar, the silence outside meant that he hadn’t noticed me. It seemed he had tidied up the bathroom and returned to his room. After checking for any signs in the living room and waiting a bit longer, I finally managed to lie down in bed.
With this, there’s no way I can fall asleep.
My heart was pounding so hard it felt like it might burst through my ribs. I had no idea how difficult it was to suppress the scream that almost escaped in the middle of the night.
“What the…!”
What on earth did I just see?
The aftershock hit me belatedly. My face felt so hot it seemed like it might cook an egg if I placed one on it.
The image remained burned into my retinas, refusing to fade.
It was somewhat inevitable. Being human, Edgar must have natural s****l desires, and I had been oblivious to the fact that he might spend nights alone satisfying those urges.
But seeing Edgar now, fully returned to his normal self after taking the love potion, and still behaving like that, was hard to believe.
What shocked me was not just seeing Edgar in such a state while under the potion, but that I had never seen my teacher like this.
My revered teacher, who always maintained the same demeanor regardless of age, seemed to lack basic desires like appetite, sleep, and even the need to relieve oneself.
Sometimes, in my youthful naivety, I even questioned whether my teacher was truly human.
