When Your Secret Crush Wizard Took a Love Potion - Chapter 52

“Such a cute voice.”

Edgar unexpectedly startled me with his remark, but he seemed quite composed about it.

“I still can’t believe you’re in my arms.”

Edgar had been in a delightfully elevated mood since earlier, reveling in the sweet afterglow like newly intimate lovers would.

“Let’s lie down together a little longer.”

He hugged me from behind, pressing his body close as if he couldn’t bear to let go, peppering kisses on my cheek, shoulder, and nape.

As the white sheets flowed with our movements, Edgar’s body was fully revealed under the morning sunlight.

All creatures, theoretically of the same species, appear vastly different, and humans are no exception. Knowledge became stark reality under the bright light.

Edgar was certainly not the burly muscular type. Yet, his broad shoulders and thick thighs outlined by a delicately sculpted frame resembled a perfectly proportioned statue.

“Go ahead and look all you want. It’s yours, after all.”

Edgar noticed my gaze and smirked slyly, the foxy narrow eyes glinting. If I hadn’t spotted his morning wood, I might have been fooled by that cunning smile.

“That’s enough.”

“I could show you even more private areas if you want?”

“That’s enough, I said.”

“But it’s our first day as lovers.”

No matter my response, he took everything in a positive note. I was unsure how to act.

I felt an odd sensation when the thick tip began to gently probe the entrance. Reflexively, my shoulders jerked when the thing made its way through the damp bushes and poked the cli–ris that had been tormented until dawn, still sensitively inflamed.

“You’re not thinking of… doing it again, are you?”

There should be some limits. He had clung to my body and shaken his hips like an animal as I nearly passed out from exhaustion. Surely, he had indulged his desires enough.

“Because I kept you pinned down till dawn, you’re quite tender now.”

Blushing shyly, Edgar laughed as if he had erased all memories of last night, his brain appearing as pure as his act.

“Uh… just a little friction and it’s all soft and squishy… I could slide in all the way to the base in one go.”

“There’s no way it can fit that easily!”

It wasn’t a joke. My whole body was so sore that walking properly was a challenge, let alone enduring more. I would die. No matter how there were many ways to die, I certainly did not want such a sordid end.

“Come on, just one more time, okay?”

Despite appearing as young as someone my age due to his magical rejuvenation, Edgar was clearly mature. He must be well over a hundred years old, yet here he was, using those big, innocent eyes like a pitiful fawn, trying to elicit sympathy. How could he be so shameless?

But it was effective; I couldn’t bring myself to refuse him.

“Chloe…”

Edgar pouted, pecking at me like a dog begging for treats from its owner.

This shouldn’t be happening… No… It shouldn’t… But it was happening… My resistance faded as my rational mind blurred, and his thick, soft tongue plunged into my mouth. His teasing was dizzyingly intense, as if trying to suck my soul out.

By the time I regained my senses, I was already half laid down on the bed.

“No, not there, please, ah!”

My voice, feebly trying to maintain some decorum, quickly transformed into a sultry moan.

“Ah, no!”

Despite my reluctance, reality struck hard. Contrary to my body’s muscle aches, my lower regions welcomed his entry as if they had been eagerly waiting, eagerly swallowing the grotesque and monstrous organ with a sticky embrace, reminiscent of a carnivorous plant luring its prey.

“Ah… Ah.”

It was strange. It was my body, yet it didn’t feel like it.

“Ah, it’s hot and feels so good…”

His large hand cradled my trembling back as he pressed his body close to mine, his languid breath hot in my ear, hotter than ever before.