When Your Secret Crush Wizard Took a Love Potion - Chapter 37

His large hand snatched mine as I waved it in the air, trying to push him away. I backed up against the wall to evade the looming shadow climbing onto me, but found no escape on the bed. Twisting my head to the side only exposed my neck further, seemingly whetting his appetite.

“Ah, such a good scent.”

The heat of his breath clung to my sweat-soaked skin like a wet cloth. His nose buried in my neck and he panted heavily. Anyone seeing this would be horrified at his blatantly perverted behavior.

Just as I was trying to push Edgar away, a knock at the door rang out.

“Someone come in, please!”

“Finally coming to your senses? I was starting to worry…”

Marca paused at the door, catching sight of our tangled forms, and hesitated.

“My apologies.”

Then, she promptly turned and left, leaving me dumbstruck. Meanwhile, Edgar, still nuzzling my neck, lifted the blanket.

“Ha…”

His hand naturally slid over, seizing my softly rounded b****t in one swift motion. The shocking touch sent shivers down my spine as I inadvertently gasped.

“It’s inside.”

Edgar’s gaze was feverish as he kneaded my b****t as if molding dough. His eyes intensely focused on my chest area.

It was not until he pointed it out that I realized he was talking about my b*****s. The pale pink n–ples were modestly recessed. It was something I’d never paid much attention to, but being explicitly pointedly brought a strange flush of embarrassment.

“So cute. Oh, too cute.”

What made me even more self-conscious was the way he looked at me, as if beholding the most beautiful piece of art in the world.

“Let go, please… Ah!”

Just as Edgar’s face seemed about to bury itself in my chest, his wet tongue flicked across one n–ple.

The moist tongue rolling over the tip of my b****t seemed to have a deliberate intent. Edgar, with the tip of his tongue sharply probing, eventually aroused the reddened n–ple. The previously unnoticeable n****e was now embarrassingly pert.

“Stop, will you? What’s so good about this…!”

“What are you talking about? Don’t you know how beautiful you are right now?”

His dreamy eyes captured the now exposed red tip. It was glistening with saliva. The n–ple, wet and gleaming, stood tall as if it had never been hidden.

“Look. It’s so cute how it perks up when I suck on it. Ahh. I want to suck on them every day until just pulling on the n****e will make you c-m and sq-irt down there.”

Edgar’s gaze, entranced as if by a spell, devoured the plump n****e, and he swallowed hard. He was looking less like a scholar and more like a creature driven by base instincts. It was chilling how his focus did not waver.

As I twisted my body to escape his clinging, his hands replaced his tongue.

“Ah, ugh!”

The b****t on the other side was equally tormented by his rough fingers. His thick thumb pressed and flicked the flesh, then pinched, sending a shiver down my neck.

“Ah, uh, stop…”

It wasn’t the first time Edgar acted perverted under the influence of the potion, but why couldn’t I dismiss it this time? Was it because this was the first time he was touching me directly? Why was I still here, allowing this?

Everything felt strange. The moans escaping my lips, the man frantically lapping at my chest like a nursing child, all felt unreal and alien.

“Even just from that brief sucking, your n–ples are still beautiful. Chloe. At this rate, you’ll start leaking milk soon.”

His overly excited, husky voice slithered into my ear, making my thighs instinctively clamp together. Edgar seemed to notice my reaction immediately. And then, unexpectedly,

“Gasp…!”

Long fingers slipped between my thighs, probing the shaded area still covered by underwear. The thin fabric did little to mask the distinct touch, startling me into clenching my legs together. I heard the sound of him swallowing dryly.

“Your panties are wet too… Can I suck them? I won’t leave a single drop, I’ll suck it all up, okay?”

His amethyst eyes, burning with a fiery hue, gazed up at me seductively. If not for the strangely noisy commotion outside, I might have helplessly succumbed without a thought.

“Why not!”

A frustrated shout came from beyond the thin walls of the inn. It was Olio Bennett. His voice snapped me back to reality.

“Move, Edgar!”

“I don’t want to.”

As I tried to push him off, moving his solid shoulders in an attempt to escape, he unsurprisingly didn’t budge. Edgar pouted like a sulky child just as I was about to scold him.

“Here I come, I’m entering!”

Olio’s unstoppable approach made the room spin. No, this couldn’t be happening. The thought of everyone seeing us intertwined on the bed, half-naked, was embarrassingly unbearable.