When Your Secret Crush Wizard Took a Love Potion - Chapter 90

Moreover, although he had been childish and petulant, he was also genuinely honest. As I reminisced about how much I missed him, many memories that I hadn’t even realized surfaced vividly.

“Now it’s standing up again. Would you take it with your mouth this time?”

No, not this kind of thing.

“Did you also want to take my c-m with your mouth, Chloe? If you want, I’ll show you as much as you like!”

“Chloe, you like sweet things too. How about researching a spell that makes my c-ck taste sweet?”

“……”

It was strange. There must have been cuter moments, but why did only these ridiculous and filthy lines keep coming to mind?

They say that all past memories are romanticized when revisited in the present; this might be a similar case.

Anyway, Edgar, who had regained his sanity, was not acting like a wild horse with no reins as he did when he was under the love potion’s influence, so it was relatively better. However….

“Please don’t abandon me. Don’t leave, stay by my side. I beg you. I’ll do anything as long as I can be with you.”

“I’ll confess to you dozens, hundreds of times, until you believe me.”

It’s true that I was happier when I doubted his true intentions. I remembered how Edgar used to come at me relentlessly and how I tried hard to push him away.

In the end, I was completely swayed and fell for him.

“It’s already this time.”

I glanced out the window absentmindedly and noticed that the sunset was slowly fading.

Having met the client, delivered the completed love potion, and returned to the cabin for dinner, it wasn’t surprising that it was getting dark.

Is it still too early for me? But it was too late for a walk, and I couldn’t focus on studying magic.

When feeling frustrated, it seemed better to get a good night’s sleep. After a brief contemplation, I went to bed earlier than usual. It was almost a form of escape from reality.

* * *

My body was swaying.

My vision was blurry as if underwater, and my entire body felt distant, as if I were drifting in a dream. A thick tongue was erotically entangled in my mouth, yet I was still half observing.

Then, a strong impact against my sensitive inner parts partially jolted my consciousness back to reality.

Ha…!

Unintentionally, I let out a cry, and a low, laughing sound came from the man who looked down at me as the hazy mist cleared.

“Are you finally awake?”

His action of rubbing his cheek against mine made our sweat-soaked skins press together. The warmth of our bodies touching was intense.

I could immediately tell that the man in front of me was Edgar from the time when he was under the love potion’s influence. The familiarity of his demeanor made the situation feel unreal.

“What if you fell asleep and left me behind? I was so lonely.”

The faint memories were astounding. It was ironic how he, the one who pushed me until I was exhausted, could talk so easily. Recently, I had fainted so often from trying to keep up with his stamina, only to wake up in the middle of such moments.

At this rate, I might even develop some bizarre s-x habit.

“Don’t say hurtful things. Even now, you’re squeezing my c-ck as if you’re going to burst it with that pleasant expression.”

I didn’t want to admit his words directly, but it was clear that he had been inside me for quite some time. The inside of my body was moist, and the thick object was moving in and out of my g***n. Squelch. Squelch. It made a disgusting sound that made me want to cover my ears.

Moans, whose origin I couldn’t determine, erupted, and at the same time, he started moving his hips again.

Gasp, gasp… The rough breathing was audible. I stared blankly at the man on top of me, clearly excited and breathing heavily. His round forehead was drenched in sweat, his golden hair sticking to his face, and his eyes, filled with intense desire, sent shivers down my spine.

I had never imagined seeing something like this, not even in my wildest dreams, before he took the love potion.

“Feels so good. It’s so good.”

The sound of him thrusting forcefully between my legs, the dizzying air, and the whispers in my ear were all sweeter because I realized it wasn’t reality.

Yes, this isn’t reality. Still, the sensation of his hand firmly clasping mine, gripping it tighter than usual, was more vivid than ever.

“I’ll confess to you dozens, hundreds of times, until you believe me.”

His soft fingertips traced each of my finger shapes as the intense heat enveloped my body, and Edgar’s smiling face was vividly visible.

“I love you.”

The Edgar in this dream, who expressed his feelings honestly, was very different from the man in reality who always made me feel neglected.