[Protagonist’s POV]
It felt like—
’...Drugs?’
By the ti I realized, the whole bottle was gone down my throat.
"Haah... haah..."
"Wow, good job! Not a single drop wasted, just like I said."
Thump thump.
My heart raced, pupils quivering.
My mouth hung open, drooling uncontrollably.
But with my last shred of willpower, I glared at her—
Fury—no, contempt—welling up at her for stooping to drugs—
"Oh...?"
"Heh. Think I’d only put drugs in there?"
Thump thump thump.
My heart went wild.
I’d always known she was pretty, but now she looked gorgeous—lovable beyond words.
I wanted to keep staring, to kiss those luscious lips.
Her body, fully exposed without bandages indoors, held my gaze captive.
"Ah... ngh..."
No—this isn’t real.
I’ve got Master.
This fake, drugged-up feeling—I’d shake it off—
"Look over here?"
"Huh...?"
My brief resistance crumbled as her voice pulled my eyes to her.
Shake shake.
"It’s the sa stuff as before."
She dangled another bottle, giving it a light shake.
My resolve vanished—my stare locked on it.
"Now, watch closely..."
She popped the cap and tilted it.
A stream trickled out, drawn by gravity, landing on her pale, bare chest—
A breast too big for one hand, now cradled as the liquid soaked it.
From the top down to her pink nipple, the drug flowed, almost like it was seeping from her.
Shake shake.
"Here~ Your favorite drug~ Plenty right here~"
She swayed her drenched chest side to side.
Was it the drug—or just being a guy?—I couldn’t look away.
"But are you sure? It’s not just drugs in there... There’s a potion that makes you like more the more you take~"
"...!"
"You’re tougher than I expected, but you can’t hold out forever, right? This potion’s my own creation, after all."
"C-Coward..."
"Oh, saying you don’t need it? Impressive! You look frail, but I guess you don’t see the future for nothing~"
Before I could finish, she exaggeratedly grabbed a tissue from nearby.
"Too bad~ The ingredients are rare—hard to make~"
She slowly brought the tissue to her chest—
It was as clear as day that if I lingered just a bit longer, the drug would be fully absorbed into the tissue and vanish.
"The only bottle left was this one~ What should we do~?" Dang Ah-young teased in a singsong voice.
It was a childish trap.
A painfully obvious one.
There was no way I’d fall for sothing so blatant.
I resisted her temptation right up until her hand nearly let the tissue soak up the last of the drug—
Slurp.
—I couldn’t hold out.
Lick, lick.
I buried my face in her chest, frantically licking the drug sared across her skin. It had spread unevenly, making it harder to consu, but I lapped at it desperately. The softness of her breasts—the symbol of maternal femininity absent in n—yielded under my hands and tongue, offering a pliant, comforting texture.
Lost in my single-minded pursuit of the drug, I didn’t notice.
The mocking smirk on Dang Ah-young’s face as she looked down at .
"Haah... haah..."
Lick, lick.
Even after I’d licked every trace of the drug from her chest, leaving it slick with my saliva, I kept going. Rational thought had long since abandoned . The pleasure from the drug and the satisfaction of her soft flesh had addicted , blinding to everything else.
Suck.
Maybe it was because I’d seen a droplet lingering on her nipple earlier. With the irrational hope that sucking there might yield more of the drug, I latched onto it. The faint lingering scent of the substance clouded my mind further.
Pat, pat.
"Good boy~" she cooed, her fingertips stroking my hair.
"Mmph..." I mumbled, my mouth still working as I tilted my head to look up at her.
I’d always thought she was pretty, but now she seed even more breathtaking.
Thump, thump.
Beyond the drug’s effects, my heart raced the mont our eyes t. I wanted to etch her beauty into my mory—every second, every fleeting mont I could keep her in my sight.
"More..." My voice ca out wet and trembling.
Drool stained the corners of my mouth, and tears welled in my eyes.
"Please... more..." I begged her.
What I was pleading for, I couldn’t tell.
The drug? Her love? Raw pleasure?
My broken mind couldn’t decipher it.
But she seed to know.
"Alright. You want more of this, right?"
From sowhere, she produced another bottle of the drug—the sa kind. She’d said the last one was gone, but that didn’t matter now.
Nod, nod, nod.
All that mattered was that there was more.
I reached out with shaky, unsteady arms to grab it, but—
Whoosh.
"Nope, I can’t just hand it over that easily," she said with a playful grin, holding the bottle high above my reach. My short stature left powerless, even stretching as far as I could.
"Please... I’ll do anything..." I whimpered.
"Anything?" she asked, her tone teasing.
"Yes..." I breathed.
"Then sleep with ."
"Huh...?"
Twitch, twitch.
Her sudden proposition sent a jolt through my confined erection. It had been rock-hard for a while now, and even the slight brush against my clothes through the fabric sent waves of pleasure coursing through .
"T-That’s..." I stamred.
My ruined rationality couldn’t stop , but instinct did. A primal survival urge scread that giving in completely might shatter beyond repair. It knew how vulnerable I was to pleasure in this state.
"Don’t you want to? Don’t you love ?" she pressed.
"Ugh... ughh..."
I knew these feelings were fake, conjured by the drug, but that didn’t make them vanish.
Thump, thump.
"Ah... ahh..."
As the drug-fueled emotions clashed with my instincts, she delivered the final blow.
"One climax, one bottle. How’s that?"
"Ah...?"
Her offer crumbled the last of my resistance.
"Y-Yeah... just one bottle. Just one..."
"I’ll do it," I said, hastily stripping off my clothes.
Dang Ah-young’s disheveled attire revealed her undergarnts—remove those, and we could begin imdiately. Driven by the urgent need to get the drug, I reached for her clothes too, but—
"Wait. You think you can move?" she interrupted, stopping .
"What do you an—"
Slide.
"Eek...!"
Her hand brushed my erection through the fabric, and a shiver of pleasure so intense it gave goosebumps shot through .
"See? You can’t move, can you?" she said smugly.
"..."
Nod.
I nodded silently. She was right. In this state, overwheld by pleasure, I doubted I could even thrust properly. I might collapse mid-act from the sensation alone.
"Then... don’t you have sothing to say to ?" she prompted.
"...Huh?"
"You can’t move on your own. To get the drug, you need to climax through sex. Doesn’t that an soone else has to do the moving?"
"..."
My face burned with embarrassnt. I couldn’t believe I had to ask for sothing like this. But I had no choice.
"...Please," I muttered.
"What? I didn’t hear that," she teased.
"...Move for ... and make ... release. Please..." I forced out, mortified.
Whoosh!
The mont the words left my mouth, my vision flipped again. My barely upright posture was undone, and once more, the ceiling and Dang Ah-young’s face filled my sight.
"...You asked for this yourself, right?" she confird.
"Yes..." I whispered.
I knew I’d dug my own grave, but the drug’s lingering addiction and my feelings for her left powerless to resist.
Slide.
With swift hands, she stripped away my clothes, exposing my erection to the air. The coolness against its feverish heat was a stark reminder of how far from normal my body had strayed.
"Here... watch closely..." she instructed.
She began lowering her hips toward my straining mber.
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