Chapter 59: The Potion’s Embrace

This was the twentieth time my eyes had fallen upon the potion bottle resting on the table.

After enduring a night of torment, my initial tension had long since given way to profound weariness. Should I glance into a mirror now, I was certain to find a vast network of bloodshot veins marring the whites of my eyes.

Normally, at such a critical juncture, indecision should not have plagued me.

After all, for the sake of both my own safety and that child from the former Lord of Coldwind’s territory, I knew I should simply obey Raven’s envoy and drink this unknown substance.

Yet the unknown always inspired fear. Especially when I suspected this mysterious potion was very likely the work of the witch Lulu, I couldn’t help but fantasize about what I might be transformed into this time.

‘Even a eunuch can get hard?’

Raven’s words echoed in my mind, compelling me to constantly try and decipher their deeper meaning.

However, time was ticking away, second by second. Any later, and Rodd would surely be awake.

Perhaps exhaustion had numbed my fear. As I gazed at the potion bottle on the table for the twenty-first time, I finally relinquished all thought.

‘I can’t hesitate any longer…’

Gathering my courage, I uncorked the bottle and drank it in one gulp.

No bitter taste, as I had imagined, materialized in my mouth. Instead, the liquid was as sweet as well water, refreshing my heart and mind.

The overflowing blue potion trickled down my lips and dripped onto my skin, strangely seeping into it as if my body craved it.

“It doesn’t seem to have any special… ugh—”

Just as I wondered what changes would occur, my body suddenly seemed to lose all control. The bottle slipped from my grasp, falling to the ground and shattering.

“Ah…”

A powerful, enduring pain, as if a strong hand had seized my heart, surged through me. It spread rapidly throughout my entire body.

In that moment, I knew the potion’s effects had begun.

The first sensation was pain, excruciating pain everywhere. It felt as though my muscles and bones were being forcibly torn apart. This was most pronounced in my legs and chest, the latter accompanied by a suffocating, distending ache.

Next came a burning heat, radiating through my entire body, causing me to sweat profusely. It was as much sweat as if I had undergone strenuous exercise, or been steamed alive. The perspiration soaked through my clothes, leaving them sticky and damp, utterly uncomfortable.

Finally, my vision shifted. My once clear sight grew blurry, everything I saw obscured by a thick grey film. It was as if a mist had spontaneously formed over my eyes, making it impossible to see clearly.

All these sensations flooded into my mind at once. My thoughts became chaotic, and only one idea seemed to remain:

‘I must complete the task while I’m still conscious…’

My consciousness seemed to fracture here. I only felt my eyelids droop for a moment before I succumbed to a heavy, dark unconsciousness.

When my awareness returned, I found myself staring directly at a man’s face. Though blurred, his bronzed skin exuded a powerful masculine tension.

Who else could it be but the Lord himself?

“Lilian…”

I heard an incredibly surprised cry escape his lips. It tickled my ears, a sensation so intense it made my body tremble, and my mouth instinctively let out a womanly gasp:

“Ing woo—”

With my remaining consciousness, I realized I was apparently slumped by the edge of this man’s bed. It was precisely this action that had alerted him to my presence.

What was I doing? What was I supposed to do?

My mind was a mess, but now that I was here, I likely recalled what needed to be done.

But how?

I had no idea, yet I trusted that by following the sensations in my body, everything would fall into place naturally.

No one could resist a witch’s power. I couldn’t, and Rodd wouldn’t either, I firmly believed.

So I focused my mind, struggling to open my weary eyes. As I lightly tugged at my collar, revealing more of my allure, I murmured softly:

“Master… I… I feel a little unwell. Could you… help me take a look?”

This was perhaps the first time I had spoken with such a constricted voice since becoming a woman. It sounded so easily bullied, even making me feel a bit disgusted, but I imagined it would be quite effective on a man.

Indeed, through my blurred vision, Rodd slowly approached me. One of his hands rested on my shoulder.

I could feel his hand trembling, quite violently, in fact.

What was this? Was he still trying to maintain his composure and endure at a time like this?

“What’s wrong?”

His voice was also tense, so tense he seemed reluctant to speak too close to me.

“Your head feels so hot. Are you running a fever?”

His other hand pressed against my forehead, also trembling.

Hmph…

What was this all about?

Could the usually composed and unperturbed Lord actually be this flustered in private?

It was quite unexpected.

Or was it simply this easy to seduce a man with a woman’s body?

No… it must be because of this body.

But Rodd seemed to have maintained his composure even when we were this close before.

What changes did that potion make to my body?

My head ached terribly…

I couldn’t think about it anymore.

Forget it. I needed to get the main task done quickly.

“My chest feels so tight… Master, could you check it for me?”

Perhaps due to my lack of experience in seducing men, I felt a degree of shame at this moment. I couldn’t bring myself to be too explicit, so I resorted to such suggestive words to invite him to explore.

“It’s not appropriate for me to examine you,” Rodd seemed to be struggling to suppress his trembling emotions. “Let Fina come, or Aisha. They are both… more suitable.”

Let them come?

Despite my head throbbing with dizziness, Rodd’s ridiculous excuse still made me laugh sardonically.

I truly wanted to curse him, asking if he was even a man. I was shamelessly seducing him like this, what more did he want from me?

“You’re more suitable!”

Perhaps it was the effect of the potion, scrambling my perception. I was gradually losing all sense of shame. I grabbed Rodd’s hand and placed it on my chest.

I was too eager, almost snatching Rodd’s hand. His large palm pressed against my chest like an iron.

“Ing woo…”

I had only done this to make him drop his pretense, but for some reason, the moment his palm squeezed my chest, I actually felt the distending pain ease somewhat.

‘What a depraved body…’

Such self-mockery involuntarily arose within me.

However, this self-mockery was quickly swept away, replaced by a flicker of anticipation.

No, it should be described as my body’s anticipation, hoping the man before me would be bolder, do more, go deeper.

So I began to gaze into Rodd’s eyes, staring intently, using my expressive purple eyes to tell him:

‘Move. Hurry and move…’

I didn’t know how long Rodd resisted, but it seemed his thread of reason finally snapped.

At my chest, I vaguely felt the large hand shift.

In my peripheral vision, I noticed a flush spreading across Rodd’s face.

“Master…”

Accompanied by my soft, delicate call, the usually gentle, humble, and unperturbed Lord finally seemed unable to suppress himself.

He slowly leaned closer, resting by my neck, inhaling my scent.

A subtle tension filled the air. I could feel his breath, soft and warm, brushing against my skin, like an invisible touch.

“Mmm…”

I felt so ticklish, so strange, I couldn’t help but make a sound.

But Rodd’s expression was absorbed and focused, not to be disturbed.

How odd. What was there to like? Wasn’t it just the smell of sweat?

Though I couldn’t understand, my body trembled amidst this intimate, slightly aggressive act.

‘How disgusting…’

That was what I thought, yet alongside this feeling of revulsion came a strange pleasure. This sensation made my already muddled mind even more hazy, as if I was about to plunge into an inescapable euphoria.

After a moment of hesitation, I decided to temporarily abandon thought. Instead, I yielded to the feeling, reaching out to embrace the man before me tightly.

Under my drowsy mind, I couldn’t conjure any poetic or suggestive words. I could only manage to say:

“Don’t resist anymore. You’ve done so well…”

But these words seemed to flip a switch, pushing Rodd, who had just been holding back, into the abyss of desire.

I don’t remember exactly what Rodd did. I only recall my clothes being torn open, my socks pulled off, and his heavy breathing and choked sobs accompanying the weight of his body pressing down on mine.

Beyond that, I also seemed to hear Rodd calling out something to me.

He seemed to be shouting…

A name?

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