When Your Secret Crush Wizard Took a Love Potion - Chapter 3

“Open your mouth, Chloe.”

Even in my dazed state, I unwittingly obeyed. His low voice was the same as when he directed me during our usual potion-making sessions, even though the context was starkly different.

“Wai—!”

I snapped back to reality too late; the invasion had already begun.

His long, thick tongue delved my mouth. As the unfamiliar sensation of his tongue moving inside made me shudder, his long, delicate fingers wrapped around my nape.

The touch of his fingers tracing down my spine sent shivers down my back.

Is this a dream, or reality?

“Uh, Edgar!”

My thin nightgown offered no resistance to the intruder’s hands. As Edgar’s hand slipped under my skirt, all I could do was mumble muffled moans while trapped by his lips.

The wet sounds filled my ears. His skilled tongue rubbed against the roof of my mouth, traced my even teeth, and licked my wet lips.

Damn, why is he so skilled?

It was infuriating.

Normally, Edgar maintained an indifferent attitude towards me and all other living beings. He seemed so asexual that nobody would be surprised if he was a eunuch; he appeared utterly without desire.

But now, what was this?

“Wait a moment.”

His lips relentlessly savored even my gasping breaths.

Delicate fingers stroked down my back, lifting my thin clothes and caressing my softly rising chest. Strong arms wrapped around my waist, pulling me closer, and something hard pressed against my thigh.

“Uh, uh…”

Edgar’s kisses were excessively intense.

To be honest, this was my first kiss. His tongue’s exploration in my mouth left me completely disoriented.

“Ah…”

Weird sounds kept escaping me. It was completely unintended.

Even if I didn’t mean to let them out, even as I bit my lip trying to hold them back, moans kept slipping through. The probing tongue felt as invasive as a man’s member thrusting into a tight space.

It was dizzying.

As I was struggling to breathe and find something else to focus on, I soon locked eyes with his amethyst gaze.

Edgar gazed at me without blinking. It had an intensity that seemed almost devouring. His heated violet eyes blatantly scanned me as I gasped for air, from my flushed cheeks and red hair to my bare shoulders and the heaving of my chest with each breath.

“Chloe, I…”

His heated breath fell near my ear as I struggled to conceal my flushed face. His eyes, deep as the ocean, seemed to lick over me.

“I want to lick you from your head to your toes right now, to suck on your intimate parts. After I’ve pleasured you, your p–sy will be soaking wet. I’ll suck until you cry out in tears, then spread your thighs and thrust my c-ck inside you…”

“Ah! Edgar! Stop!”

His explicit, lewd talk was too much, making my face blush.

Usually, even a light hug from me would make him recoil in horror! Now, he was like a wild horse that had broken free of its restraints, completely changing 180 degrees.

“Why did you drink that potion!”

Edgar sometimes recklessly experimented with various potions on himself, believing in his transcendent physical resilience. While most times his experiments were productive for his research, this time was different.

“I love you, Chloe.”

His well-shaped lips, only a breath away, moved slightly. Facing Edgar as he declared his love with passionate eyes, the noblewoman’s request echoed in my mind.

“Make it potent, so he cannot live without me, so overwhelmed with love that he can’t breathe and sees only me!”

Oh my God.

What now?

* * *

“Edgar, listen carefully. You’re not in your right mind right now, but when you come to your senses later…”

Smooch smooch smooch.

“Edgar. Are you listening to me?”

Smooch smooch smooch.

“Edgar!”

This man, really.

A person intoxicated by a love potion couldn’t possibly be in their right mind.

Edgar, who was emotionally altered, had lost the ability to make rational decisions and clung to me incessantly, like a toddler learning attachment for the first time.

He was like a piece of gum stuck to me, constantly pressing his lips against mine, which was anything but adorable.

“Mmm, I’m listening.”

“What exactly are you listening to?”

His voice was deep, like a cave, but his whiny, childlike tone wasn’t cute at all.