The Potion's Persistent Flame
The morning sunlight spilled through the window, illuminating the messy bed. The air in the room was heavy and damp. The mingled scents of night flowers and sweat from their night-long, intense lovemaking made it hard to breathe.
"Mmm..." Hans stared blankly at the ceiling. Normally, he would have been hit with post-nut clarity so intense he could barely move a finger, but things were different now. His eyes were hollow, yet a fierce red flame burned deep within his pupils. And beneath the blanket, his lower half remained aggressively erect, pointing skyward.
I'm going insane... Why won't it go down?
Last night, he had lost count of how many times he had finished inside Masa. His legs trembled and his back felt ready to snap, yet that damn thing showed no sign of fatigue. If anything, it felt even harder than yesterday.
"Mmm... Hubby..." Masa, who had been sleeping beside him, stirred and burrowed into his chest. Her naked body glistened with sweat and love juices. When her ample breasts brushed against his arm, Hans's body jolted as if shocked.
"M-Masa?"
"Mmm... Good morning, hubby." Masa opened her bleary eyes and smiled brightly. Her gaze was unfocused, and a blissful smile lingered on her lips. Even after being pounded, squeezed, and ravished like a beast all night, she looked utterly content.
"Did you sleep well, my dear husband?" She wrapped her arms around his neck and planted a light kiss. That simple touch became the spark. The aphrodisiac [Bull's Strength] still coursing through his veins surged violently once more.
"Masa." Hans's voice dropped low. A beastly growl escaped his throat against his will.
"Oh my... What's wrong?"
"We're... not done yet." Hans roughly pushed her down onto the bed.
"Aah! Hubby...!" Far from being startled, Masa spread her legs wide with an ecstatic expression. Her eyes locked onto his raging pillar. "Goodness... It's already this angry again in the morning? You really are an unstoppable bull."
She giggled and parted her wet folds with her fingers. "Come on in. Time for breakfast."
Hans thrust his hips down without hesitation. Thrust—!Squelch.
"Aaaah!" Masa's moan shattered the morning silence along with the heavy sound of their joining. Her inner walls, thoroughly trained throughout the night, clamped tightly around him like a custom-fitted glove.
"Haa... haa... Ruin me, hubby...!" Masa clung to him, raking her nails down his back. The bedsprings screamed, and the room once again filled with lewd heat. Hans pounded into her, drunk on the drug's effects. Reason had long since fled, leaving only the primal instinct to thrust and release. It was a blissful hell.
At the same time, in the western frontier temple. Heretic Inquisitor Lucia's room.
Scratch, scratch. Only the sound of a quill gliding across paper filled the quiet chamber. Lucia sat at her desk, reviewing the proposal she had written through the night. Dark circles shadowed her eyes, but her gaze burned with obsession and madness.
[Plan for the Restoration and Sanctification of the Abandoned Temple near Ludel Village]
"Perfect." Lucia smiled in satisfaction. The justification was flawless. Abandoned temples easily became breeding grounds for heresy, so sanctifying it would expand the church's influence and allow monitoring of heretics. She, as the Heretic Inquisitor, would personally reside there to oversee the process. On the surface, it was an exemplary plan of official duty.
Yet beneath it lurked dark, selfish motives. With this... I can see him every day.
Lucia set down her quill and pressed a hand to her lower abdomen. A tingling sensation lingered where Hans's lips had touched, where his tongue had delved. Just recalling that day made the inside of her thighs grow damp.
"Every day... I'll receive purification every single day." She murmured to herself. "Once in the morning, once after lunch, once before bed..." Her face flushed crimson at the mere thought.
Just then, a knock sounded. "Inquisitor, your breakfast is ready." It was the voice of the new priestess, Chloe.
Lucia jolted and hurriedly hid the proposal among a stack of documents. "Ahem! Come in." She forced a solemn expression and straightened her clothes. Yet beneath the desk, her legs fidgeted restlessly, crossed and uncrossed.
I want to go soon. To Ludel. Her hips were already twitching with anticipation.
10 a.m. Moonlight Shelter Inn.
After finishing a storm-like morning encore, Hans and Masa descended to the first floor.
"Oh my, Hans. Your legs look like they're about to give out. Hohoho." Masa linked arms with him, beaming so brightly her face practically glowed. In contrast, Hans wobbled like a newborn giraffe. I'm dying... So this is what it feels like to have your energy completely drained. Yet his eyes remained sharp and alive, thanks to the lingering effects of the drug.
Just then, the inn door opened and a familiar figure entered. A crisply pressed maid uniform, an icy expressionless face. It was Mari, the maid from the Ludel viscount's household.
"Ah..." Hans flinched reflexively. "M-Mari? Don't tell me..." The nightmare of Elise's tea party flashed through his mind.
Mari bowed politely, her tone stiff and brooking no refusal. "Good day. The young lady requests your presence."
Hans shot Masa a pleading look. But Mari's next words changed everything.
"This time, it is not only the young lady. The madam also wishes to see you, Hans."
"The madam...?"
"Viscountess Ophilia."
Hans and Masa's expressions hardened simultaneously. The true ruler of this town. Why would the viscountess want to see him?
Mari pointed outside. A luxurious black carriage bearing the viscount family's crest waited in front of the inn.
"I am afraid refusal is not an option. The madam dislikes waiting. Let us depart immediately."
Mari's attitude was resolute. She looked ready to drag him away if necessary.
"I'll be back, Masa."
"Be careful, Hans. That woman... I mean, the madam is no ordinary person, from what I've heard."
Masa adjusted his clothes with an anxious gaze. With a reluctant expression, Hans followed Mari into the carriage.
Rattle. The carriage departed. Though the seats were luxurious, they felt like a bed of thorns to Hans. Across from him sat Mari, staring at him intently.
"......"
An awkward silence. Hans broke into a cold sweat and pressed his knees tightly together. There was a problem. Despite having released so much from last night until this morning, his lower half remained heavily swollen. The fabric of his pants was stretched taut, clearly outlining his embarrassing silhouette.
Mari's gaze naturally drifted downward. Her eyebrows twitched ever so slightly. Beast. Her eyes seemed to say.
Hans coughed awkwardly and rummaged through his pockets. His hand found the empty brown bottle. The empty vial of [Bull's Strength]. Absentmindedly, he turned it over and read the tiny print on the back.
[Dosage: Once daily, one teaspoon divided over the course of a week.]
[Caution: Overdose may result in loss of control lasting 48 hours. In severe cases, permanent...]
"......?!" Hans's eyes widened. Are you kidding me... The whole week's dose in one shot? 48 hours? If he drank it last night, that meant he would be like this until tomorrow evening? Hans screamed internally. I'm screwed. I'm so screwed.
He was supposed to meet the viscountess in this state? He looked ahead with a despairing expression. Mari was gazing out the window, but her reflection in the glass showed a faint, mocking smile. Hmph. Walking around with that thing standing at attention since morning? He must have stamina to spare. She sneered inwardly. Normally, she would have dragged him to the bathroom to relieve him with her mouth before letting him see the young lady, but this time was different. She planned to present him to the madam first. Serves him right. Let's see him sweat in front of the noble madam with that grotesque thing hanging out. Mari struggled to suppress the laughter threatening to escape her tightly pressed lips.
Hans desperately tried to squeeze his legs together, but the tent refused to collapse. If anything, the tight pants only made it more prominent.
Ludel Viscount's Mansion.
After stepping out of the carriage, Hans followed Mari straight to the second-floor study. As they passed the hallway leading to Elise's room, Hans's heart pounded, fearing she might burst out at any moment. Fortunately, the corridor remained quiet.
"Please go in." Mari opened the study door. Hans took a deep breath and stepped inside. The spacious study was furnished with antique pieces. Seated on the sofa in the center was a woman. Viscountess of Ludel, Ophilia.
"Welcome, Hans." She set down her teacup and looked up. Hans held his breath. She was elegant. Her skin was so firm it was hard to believe she was in her mid-forties, and her beauty carried an aristocratic grace. But what truly captured the eye was her attire. A deep navy silk dress. Her corset-cinched waist was slender, and above it, her ample cleavage overflowed, emphasized without restraint. Masa and Eila's breasts were large, but Ophilia's were overwhelming. They possessed a volume as if two massive watermelons had been placed atop her chest. Despite her age, they appeared remarkably firm, swaying with each breath.
"Mari, wait outside."
"Yes, my lady." Mari bowed and left. Click. The door closed, leaving only the two of them. Ophilia crossed her legs and looked Hans up and down. Her gaze traveled from his face to his chest, then stopped at the front of his pants, swollen as if about to burst.
"Hmm..." Ophilia's lips curved into a seductive smile. "Mari reported that you seem to be quite a busy man." Her voice was languid yet sticky. "It appears the rumors were true. Your vigor is impressive, even in the morning."
Hans's face burned. "I-I'm sorry. I'm not feeling well..."
"Not well? You look perfectly healthy to me." Ophilia rose from her seat. Tap, tap. She approached him. A rich lily scent assaulted his nose. "Could you use some pocket money?" She made an unexpected offer.
"Pardon?"
"My shoulders have been a bit stiff lately... If you give me a thorough massage, I'll compensate you generously." Ophilia opened a desk drawer and took out ten silver coins, stacking them neatly on the table. Clink. Clink. The clear metallic sound struck Hans's ears. Ten silver coins. In his previous life's Korean currency, that was a considerable sum, roughly 100,000 won. For just one massage? Something that would take three minutes?
Hans's mind raced with calculations. Jackpot.
"Yes, my lady! I happen to have quite the touch!" Hans answered eagerly and moved behind Ophilia. She sat back on the sofa and offered her back. "Please."
Hans reached out with trembling hands and began kneading Ophilia's shoulders. He pressed firmly into her knotted trapezius muscles.
"Haa..." A dreamy moan escaped Ophilia's lips. Each time Hans's fingers dug into her shoulders, the tight dress bodice shifted, causing the front to part ever so slightly. In those fleeting gaps, the pale flesh of her breasts overflowed above the corset. And the shy outline of her ripe, purplish nipples. The dangerous visual tease of fabric closing when he released pressure, only to open again when he pressed.
Whoa... This is insane. Hans felt his eyes roll back. The drug's effects dominated his brain. His touch grew bolder. Yet he dared not go lower, hesitating near her collarbone.
Then, Ophilia turned her head slightly and looked up at him. "Are you only going to massage my shoulders? It feels quite stiff underneath as well."
Her eyes were provocative. Hans swallowed nervously and lowered his hands slightly toward her collarbone. "H-Here...?"
Ophilia shook her head. "No... more..."
Hans gulped and moved his hands further down to the upper curve of her breasts. "Then... here?"
"No... a little lower... That's not it." Ophilia's voice grew sticky. Hans's hands trembled. They passed over the upper swell and reached the starting slope of her breasts. The soft, yielding sensation met his palms.
"H-Here?"
"No... just a bit more... deeper..."