Master, I Swear I Didn’t Mean To! - Chapter 50

Even when she made overstepping compliments—“Master, you’re handsome,” “Master, please make a photo book of yourself”—he had been embarrassed, but never this flustered.

Eki felt both curiosity and a strange thrill at realizing she could corner her master.

She began to wonder what she could do to make Cassius even more embarrassed, what she could do to make that restrained voice of his break with shame.

Then Eki realized something.

‘There’s probably no other disciple who feels this kind of emotion toward their master, right?’

A disciple who wants to tease their master—she had never heard of such a thing.

“Did you… dislike when I touched you?”

Eki looked up at Cassius with round, shining eyes like a magical yellow lamp, carefully stepping closer to him.

Cassius stepped back again, shaking his head, then quickly changed his answer.

“Of course I didn’t like it.”

“Really?”

“…Yes.”

Naturally, Eki didn’t believe him.

“I think you should drink the same potion I did, Master.”

“Stop saying strange things!”

“But you enjoyed it.”

“N-no, that’s not it. Just step back. Why do you keep— Eki!”

Eki kept approaching him, and Cassius kept retreating like a frightened beast until his back hit the wall, trapping him between her and the corner.

“Did you really hate it? When I touched you?”

Cassius bit his lip and looked down at Eki, his eyes trembling.

Her small round head, the maple-colored strands of hair swaying by her ears, drew his gaze. Her wide, innocent eyes carried a faint, unguarded yearning that didn’t suit her delicate face, and her smooth lips curved slightly upward.

Normally, it would have been Eki who panicked in such a situation, but now she seemed bold, almost playful, as if enjoying his reaction.

He couldn’t shake the thought that he was being toyed with. She was clearly using her ‘honesty’ as an excuse to satisfy her desires.

He should have scolded her for it… but unfortunately, Cassius was a shameless master whose body reacted to his disciple’s audacious words.

“…I didn’t hate it.”

Honesty draws out honesty. At Cassius’s strained confession, mixed with a rough, metallic tone, Eki’s face brightened.

But only for a moment, then she whispered shyly.

“Then, since you said we don’t have much time… should we finish quickly?”

Cassius shut his eyes tightly. Though he knew he should push her away, he slowly nodded.

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Just as Eki had said, they quickly satisfied their lust. Eki felt a sense of contentment as she watched Cassius pant for breath, while Cassius moved his hips under her hand and spilled his seed.

After that, they went right back to drawing magic circles and brewing potions.

‘These damn magic circles!’

She was busy. Cassius was busy. The overwhelming workload stripped both mages of their ability to think clearly.

Eki helped her master all day long without even two hours of sleep, and Cassius, without resting for a single moment, kept producing magic circles and potions.

After several days of this, their minds became worn down. Unlike Cassius, who was a dragon, Eki was human—frail, and barely walking three thousand steps a day—so her weak body soon began to ache as if she were dying.

Still, she thought that if she was this exhausted, no desires would arise, and therefore no ‘luck potion events’ would occur.

But that was a miscalculation.

Eki didn’t know that people often release their sharpest desires when they are in pain and struggling.

“Ah.”

As Eki nodded off, her head suddenly drooped forward, and at that moment, Cassius, who was sitting beside her, caught her cheek with his hand. His touch was careful, yet Eki opened her eyes and looked at him, her face resting against his large palm.

Cassius’s hand was warmer and larger than an ordinary person’s, and she liked that. Her drowsy gaze traced over her master’s face. Cassius’s firm jaw tensed for a moment. She immediately spoke the thought that had come to mind.

“I want to touch you.”

“…No.”

“Really?”

“…”

Actually, he would have allowed it.

And so, Eki toyed with her master once again.

Cassius rested his forehead against the desk, moving his hips in rhythm with his disciple’s touch beneath it. The old wooden chair creaked painfully with every motion. Only muffled moans escaped his lips as Eki’s right hand wrapped, stroked, and squeezed him mercilessly.

The moment the scales rose along his length, Cassius released, spilling his seed outside. His eyes rolled back, and the unclean essence smeared across the front of his half-unbuttoned trousers.