Aphrodisiac (1)
Seong Hyun-jin burst out of the room in an instant, dashing down the hallway as if he'd completely forgotten he was in the Levatein mansion. The servants startled at the sight, staring at him in bewilderment, but he had no time to spare for their gazes. They were all people he'd never see again after this anyway—no need to worry about it.
As he barreled past countless servants, someone familiar appeared before him. It was Clarice. She must have just stepped out of her room; she stood frozen for a moment by the door, eyes widening at the sight of him sprinting down the corridor.
"Seong Hyun-jin? Where are you rushing off to like that...?"
Startled by his frantic pace, she'd blurted out the question before even asking about his condition. Clarice realized her mistake a beat too late, but Hyun-jin didn't have the bandwidth to care. He brushed past her with a quick, "...We'll talk later."
With that, he vanished down the hall. Clarice watched his direction for a moment, then it clicked who was down there.
"That way..."
It was the corridor housing the rooms for female guests: Serena Eldark, Siela Teraport, and Yeonhui. And there was only one person he'd rush off to see like that.
Does he have some business with Serena Eldark...?
Assuming he was just going to visit his girlfriend, Clarice let it go. But as she passed, she overheard the maids he'd rushed by whispering excitedly among themselves.
"D-did you see that just now...?"
"Y-yeah... the guest..."
Realizing they were talking about Hyun-jin, Clarice approached. "What did you see?"
"Ah, Lady Clarice..."
"Well...?"
"Was something wrong with Seong Hyun-jin?"
The maids hesitated, flustered. "W-well, if you call it a problem, it is one..."
"Why beat around the bush? Explain quickly."
"It's just... it feels terribly rude to say about a guest of the young lady."
"Rude?"
Clarice tilted her head, and one maid leaned in quietly. "...May I whisper it in your ear?"
Clarice nodded. The maid approached cautiously and murmured something. Clarice's previously impassive expression shifted to shock, then flushed beet red.
"His... his crotch is... swollen...?"
"...Yes."
The maid nodded gravely. Clarice's mouth fell open, words failing her. No way this maid had lost her mind to mock a guest of the duke's daughter—which meant it was true. But it was still too absurd to believe outright.
"...Y-you must have seen wrong!"
"It was really like that."
"We wouldn't lie to you, Lady Clarice...?"
"Th-then..."
Suddenly, the reason Hyun-jin had rushed off to Serena Eldark hit her. Overwhelmed, Clarice faltered. But as the lady of the house, she composed herself and issued a practical order.
"...Tell the servants to clean the female guest rooms and that corridor later."
"...Yes, ma'am."
The maids, realizing what she'd pieced together, blushed as well. Clarice, who had given the order, and the maids who received it—they all shared the same flush of embarrassment right there.
***
Serena, who had been tending to Hyun-jin, had returned to her room briefly. Not because she thought his care was done, but because unavoidable circumstances demanded some personal time.
What had pulled her away from nursing him was a single message. As she prepared to head to Terastial Academy, her father had given her a treasure called the Dragon Jade, along with living expenses. The urgent notice had come through it.
Her father, Dragon Star Ahajaka Eldark, had sent a warning. He somehow knew about her experiential training in Levatein Duchy and reported unusual movements from the Empire across the border. He urged her to wrap it up quickly and return to the academy.
Having witnessed it firsthand, Serena couldn't ignore her father's alert. And since Clarice was involved, she needed to inform Duke Levatein directly too.
Serena tucked the Dragon Jade back into her bag and was about to head out to tell Clarice—ensuring it reached the duke's ears—when the doorknob turned with a click before she could even touch it.
She jolted back in surprise, but relaxed slightly upon seeing Hyun-jin step through the opening door.
"...Hyun-jin?"
It wasn't a stranger, and the man who'd collapsed was back on his feet. Relief washed over her. A soft smile curved her lips as she called him affectionately by his nickname.
"Darling, when did you get up? You should have rested more. You had a bit of a fever..."
Her voice mixed worry and joy as she approached. She reached out to check his forehead.
Slap!
But Hyun-jin suddenly snatched her wrist, gripping it tight and refusing to let go.
"Darling...?"
"...Serena."
The moment he said her name, her whole body shivered. Unlike his usual tone, his voice dripped with raw excitement. Even without knowing why, she could tell he was aroused—and that alone put her on edge.
"Wh-what's wrong? What on earth is going on...?"
"...Sorry it's like this."
He apologized out of nowhere.
"Huh...?"
"...I can't hold back anymore."
With that, he yanked her wrist hard, wrapping his other arm around her waist and squeezing her ass roughly.
"D-darling...!?"
Serena startled at his sudden forceful touch, but that clarity lasted only a moment.
"Nngh...!"
Hyun-jin pulled her into a forceful embrace and crushed his lips against hers. This wasn't the sweet, innocent kiss they'd shared in the classroom that day. It was sticky, passionate, laced with oozing lust.
It went beyond mere lip-locking. He sucked her lips, released, licked them with his tongue... As her mouth parted involuntarily under the intense kiss, his tongue invaded, ravaging the inside. Their tongues tangled wildly. Every time his rubbed against hers, or he sucked it lightly between his lips, her body twitched.
"Haa..."
"Pha... haat... nngh... mmph...!"
Except for brief moments to catch his breath, Hyun-jin kept devouring her lips and entwining their tongues. He released her wrist, gripping her waist firmly instead, and slowly maneuvered her toward the bed.
Thud!
He pushed her down onto the mattress. Pausing the kiss, he reached for her without hesitation.
No second thoughts. He ripped open the buttons of her uniform jacket in a flash, yanked her tie loose, then undid the top three buttons of her shirt before shoving his hand roughly into the gap.
Serena trembled in surprise, but made no move to resist. Even through her underwear, the astonishingly soft texture transmitted fully. Too large for one hand, his fingers sank plushly into her flesh.
The numbing, intoxicating feel made his reason flicker. He claimed her lips again, the kiss dragging on until breath failed.
"Haa..."
"Phahaa...!"
Quite breathless, Serena exhaled raggedly when he finally pulled away. Her hot breath hit him, and the mingled scent of their saliva stung his nose.
Hyun-jin gazed at her, lost in arousal. Her jacket hung half-off her arms, shirt splayed open, breasts fondled—disheveled, yet more beautiful than ever. Her lost, flustered eyes, cheeks flushed crimson with shame, lips glossy from their repeated tangling tongues.
His mind reeled. Not just from Yeonhui's drug. His girlfriend was just too damn sexy.
"...Driving me insane."
His expression darkened slightly, scary even. Serena shuddered, shoulders tensing.
"D-darling..."
"...Scared?"
"It's just... so sudden. I don't even know what's happening..."
She made a vulnerable face, and his body twitched. Something deep inside stirred—a sadistic urge born of conquest. Realizing it, he frowned faintly and preemptively apologized.
"...Sorry."
"...Sorry for what...?"
To her anxious question, he answered with rare honesty.
"...I'm probably going to treat you rougher than before. Apologizing in advance."
"...Huh?"
He grabbed her shirt with both hands and tore it sideways. Buttons flew, the fabric parting completely to the sides.
"...!!"
"...If you really hate it, say so. I'll hold back."
After staring blankly at her stunning body, he dove back in for her lips.
"Mmph... chup... slrp..."
While she lost herself in the kiss, he swept away the last barrier over her breasts. He unclasped her black bra—perfectly matching her—and tossed it aside, grasping her bare tits fully with both hands, kneading them.
The maddening sensation flooded his palms. Soft, yielding, yet springy. Even when he squeezed hard enough for his fingers to sink deep, they bounced back upon release.
Each firm grip made her twitch, legs clenching, hips twisting—but he didn't stop. Caressing them felt like a drug, addictive. He never wanted to let go.
Seeing her thighs press together only spurred him. He slid one hand down from her breast, fingers trailing her side, unfastening her skirt's button.
She jolted, sensing it loosen. But his touch knew no hesitation—or rather, no patience. Not in his current state.
He tugged the skirt down, revealing her bare thighs and matching black panties, just like the bra.
Realizing even her skirt was gone, her eyes widened. As he reached for her panties, she urgently called his name to halt him.
"S-Seong Hyun-jin...!"
"...Don't want it?"
"It's not that I hate doing this with you... just not forced like this..."
She confessed. "R-right now... it's a bit scary..."
"......"
He eased off her slightly and murmured an apology.
"...Sorry if it felt that way."
"J-just calm down a little. And tell me why you're suddenly like this..."
His gaze still glued to her exposed breasts and the thin fabric barely covering her crotch, he mustered what little patience he had to explain.
"...Yeonhui sunbae fed me something weird."
"Huh?"
She blinked in confusion, then caught on. "N-no way, an aphrodisiac...?"
"...Dunno exactly what."
He pointed to his crotch, below his beltline. "It's been like this since before I came to you."
"...!"
Serena understood his state now, and why he'd pounced so aggressively. But that didn't mean she wanted to be taken like this. Sure, it might be fine with Hyun-jin someday, but she wanted their first time romantic, tender—like lovers. Not this rough, primal way.
"I-I don't want to force it like this. It's too sudden... and we haven't even been dating that long."
"...Sorry."
His apology was curt, lacking true remorse. Not because he felt no guilt—the drug had warped his state beyond normal. Serena saw that clearly.
Left like this, he'd suffer until the effects wore off. She hated forcing it, but hated his agony more.
There has to be... another way.
Steeling herself, she offered. "But if we leave it... y-you'll be in too much pain..."
Overcoming her shame, she continued. "I-I'll do it with my hands. Or... with my mouth, if you want."
"......"
"M-men like that stuff, right...?"
Serena wasn't utterly clueless about sex. No direct experience, but she'd heard plenty over twenty years. Though the embarrassment made her stammer.
Hyun-jin eyed her, questioning if that would suffice.
"Th-think of it as practice... for when we properly share a bed next time."
"...Then, I'll take you up on that."
He started unbuckling his belt and unzipping, but she stopped his hands.
"I-I'll do it. You made me like this... all embarrassed."
"......"
It was payback, fair and square. He nodded.
"......"
Trembling slightly, Serena reached out. She undid his belt, popped the button, and eased his pants down a bit. His bulging crotch strained against stretchy underwear, barely contained.
She startled at the sight.
Is it normally this big...?
She knew half-elf blood made him larger than average—elves' endowments were a racial trait. But this exceeded expectations, and she hadn't even removed the underwear yet.
"...Serena, kinda hard to wait."
"S-sorry... I'll do it right now."
With shaky hands, she grasped his underwear and carefully pulled it down. His trapped cock sprang free, bouncing like a taut bowstring released.
And upon seeing Seong Hyun-jin's manhood...
"...Eh?"
...Serena let out a dumbfounded noise.