When Your Secret Crush Wizard Took a Love Potion - Chapter 6

Lifting my head, the scene before me only made me more shocked.

“Ah… you’re finally awake. I was wondering how long you’d sleep.”

Edgar, his cheeks flushed deep red extending to his neatly-framed eyes, was standing uncomfortably close, looking down at me.

Normally, I might have been drawn to his seductive expression, but today, it was overshadowed by the unexpected view of his partially undone trousers and the disturbing pillar of flesh between it.

Suddenly, I realized what the liquid on my face was.

“Edgar, this is…”

A gasp of horror escaped through my parted lips.

Edgar, who had always strictly maintained his role as a guardian, had taught me how to bathe but never shared a bath with me. It left my only concept of a man’s naked body to diagrams in a biology book.

And now, confronted with the sight of a man’s ge–tals for the first time.

“It’s… disgusting…”

Could that really be considered a part of a human’s body?

The thick, dark-red flesh was a shock in itself. The gruesomely thick veins wrapping around it were far from the delicate image I usually associated with Edgar. It looked almost like a part of a monster created by forbidden magic.

The only resemblance to Edgar was the dark golden color of the pu-ic hair.

“I’m sorry. Seeing your innocent face asleep, I couldn’t help myself and ended up touching myself.”

The reality was so absurd it was hard to tell if I was dreaming or awake.

Edgar, whose features suited a priest’s robe more than a wizard’s cloak, was now drenched with lust. His whisper, contrary to his actions, had the calm tone of a confession.

Rather than scolding him, my first impulse was to wipe off the se-en he had splattered on my face.

I hurriedly got up from the bed and ran to the bathroom to wash my face with soap and even gargled with salt water. After brushing my teeth, my spirits lifted slightly, feeling a clearer mind ready to confront Edgar.

“Uh, Chloe. Chloe…!”

However, the situation had not improved.

“Is this really what you’re going to do, Edgar?”

Returning to the bed, I was met with a sight that left me utterly perplexed.

Edgar, resembling nothing so much as a dog burying its nose into the sheets, was panting heavily as he writhed around. It was as if I’d been struck with a bludgeon; my head throbbed with the absurdity of it all.

The always immaculate man was nowhere to be found. His shirt was so drenched with sweat that it hung open, exposing his chest, and his trousers were in disarray, barely serving their purpose.

“Could you please put on your clothes?”

“Heh, huh…!”

Every time his body pressed into the sheets I was using, the well-defined muscles of his back tensed visibly, creating a scene I could never have imagined from my usually dignified teacher.

Before me, the male body was blatantly lascivious. I floundered, unsure where to look, attempting to at least pull up his garments.

My fingers, reaching out, became entangled in a damp and clammy flesh. Edgar, sucking noisily on my fingers as though drawing water from them, had a look of intense thirst in his eyes, like a beggar quenching his throat with a spring in a dry desert.

“It’s so sweet…”

Flustered, my lips trembled as his half-focused eyes intensely captured my face.

It was as if my fingers suddenly had the ability to produce honey. Which, of course, was impossible.

“Ah, just a little more… let me taste it more. Chloe, will the water that comes from under you be this sweet, hmm?”

Edgar buried his head like a beast on its prey and frantically licked my fingers. His normally majestic and beautiful violet eyes melted in ecstasy, taking my breath away. Thump, thump, thump… My heart raced as if I had been sprinting, and it hadn’t calmed down since.

Dignity, social standing, and decorum were all cast aside in his behaviors meant solely to entice a mate. Watching him act as if he was in heat, licking my hands and feet, spreading a lascivious scent all over, left my mind reeling.

It was now clear. The man before me was no longer my teacher; he was merely an animal in heat.

“Chloe…!”

Just then, as Edgar, whose rationality seemed utterly lost, clung to me with wild eyes, he suddenly threw back his head.

His adam’s apple wriggled conspicuously, and the prominent veins on his sweat-glistening neck stood out starkly. Witnessing Edgar reach such a climax was something I had never imagined possible from my usually ascetic teacher.

I couldn’t take my eyes away despite it.

“Ah.”

A low moan escaped Edgar as he gasped in the throes of his release. Like a faithful priest yet flushed with red across his cheeks and eyes, he whispered lowly.

“It stood again. Will you take it in your mouth this time?”

Oh, wise Druids, why am I tested so?