The unique fragrance of the medicine

It was a unique fragrance.

Like a mixture of milk and honey. A hint of sweetness mingled with the soft aroma, unconsciously relaxing the mind and body.

Enveloped in this subtle scent, my spirit slowly relaxed. Gradually, I began to indulge in this feeling, a feeling of wanting to completely surrender myself.

"Hoo—ha—"

I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself down. I understood why I wanted to indulge in it, just as I understood what what I was about to do meant for me. But perhaps it was precisely because I understood what what I was about to do meant for me that I wanted to indulge in it.

"Hoo—ha—"

I took another deep breath, trying to empty my mind, striving to get myself into the best possible state.

Then I decided to do what I had already decided to do!

*** *** *** ***

"Good morning—"

"Ah! Ah—good morning."

It was my childhood friend who greeted me. She lived right next door to me. We went to the same elementary, middle, and high school, and coincidentally, we were even in the same class. We know each other inside and out, even details her parents don't know. Greetings like this are practically a daily ritual.

"So listless this morning? High school is much harder than middle school; if you fall behind even a little, you'll struggle to catch up..."

But...

what's the point?

Since starting high school, she's been the school's star. Her elegant and outstanding appearance, quiet and pleasant personality, plus her top-ten grades, made her beloved by teachers and classmates alike.

And me?

Since my parents died in a car accident in the second year of middle school, I've been completely devastated. I gradually closed myself off, refused to communicate with others, and slowly became isolated by my classmates. Getting into this high school was solely due to my existing foundation and my admiration for her.

How could someone like me be worthy of standing beside her?

"Honestly, are you even listening? You'll never get into college if you keep this up." She seemed angry, frowning and turning her head away.

"I'm listening, I'm listening,"

I replied with a forced smile.

I wanted to stand beside her too.

*** *** *** ***

I picked her up, my arms tightly wrapped around her back. Then, I kissed her forcefully, trying to pry open her tightly closed lips and teeth with my tongue. Surprisingly, she didn't resist much; instead, she extended her tongue and intertwined with mine.

A faint sweetness wafted from the tip of my tongue, mingled with the fresh scent of a young girl, making me feel slightly intoxicated.

The kiss didn't stop; we continued our entanglement. Between our lips, drops of saliva, whose name I didn't know, trickled down the corners of our mouths, splashing tiny water droplets unseen by us.

She wrapped her arms around my neck, closing the distance between us. Her snow-white breasts pressed tightly against my chest, along with her increasingly rapid heartbeat and rising body temperature.

I couldn't suppress the pounding in my heart. My left hand continued to hold her, while my right hand unconsciously and slowly moved downwards.

Her slender frame made her knuckles so prominent. One… two… three… Following her spine, my palm slid over her back, past her tailbone, and reached her groin.

As if sensing my intention, she released her arms from my neck and then grasped my hand.

Not to stop me, but as if guiding me, she led my hand to her chest, past her mons pubis, stopping at her most intimate place.

She began to knead my hand, circling it repeatedly, occasionally pressing down. She seemed to have a particular fondness for this method.

But gradually, her hand began to slip, and faint, soft moans escaped her lips. As my fingers continued to knead and rub, her body gradually began to writhe unnaturally, and a faint blush began to spread throughout her body.

She was getting excited.

Thinking this, my hands didn't stop; instead, they gradually increased in speed, following the writhing of her body. Rubbing, pressing, teasing, squeezing—the techniques I'd learned from films came in handy here. I wantonly played with her clitoris. And she could only helplessly moan, repeatedly wetting my hands with her vaginal fluids.

"Ah—"

Finally, with a long and beautiful cry, she climaxed. Although I didn't know the feeling of a female orgasm, I could tell from her cry that she was experiencing pleasure, genuine pleasure.

Like being teased by her beloved.

*** *** *** ***

"Maybe I'm fucking crazy to believe that shopkeeper's nonsense," I thought, looking at the pendant in my hand. It was a small glass bottle with a rope threaded through the neck, and a cork tightly sealed at the mouth.

"What do you mean the scent in this can hypnotize anyone you want to hypnotize?! You're kidding me! If something this convenient existed, would you even need a shop?! And what's with the whole box only having one useful component, and whether you get it depends on luck? This is obviously a scam!"

I lay in bed, examining the bottle under the glaring light. It was deep blue and transparent, completely obscuring what was inside, not even whether it contained gas.

Why did I buy it?

I shielded my eyes with my arm, asking myself in the darkness.

The result… was it still because of her?

Looking at the memories flashing before my eyes, I realized I couldn't fool my own heart.

"But believing in these things, I'm really stupid."

"I should go to sleep early; I have school tomorrow,"

I told myself, turning off the light.

Tears streamed down my face.

*** *** *** ***

"Give me oral sex."

"Okay."

It was a joking question, but the answer was unexpected. I genuinely couldn't imagine her, so elegant as a lotus flower, giving oral sex. Blacklotus?

What interrupted my idle daydreams was her even more unexpected skill. Although still a little clumsy, occasionally biting my penis with her teeth, her tongue techniques were clearly learned.

"This technique… have you learned it?"

"Guess, and I'll tell you if you guess right."

She looked up at me with a bright smile.

"You…"

Not knowing what to say, I reluctantly gave up.

I lay on the bed, and she straddled me, performing oral sex in a standard 69 position. Her delicate mouth couldn't completely envelop my penis, but the most sensitive part was already melting in her mouth.

Her soft tongue wrapped around my penis, moving with the rise and fall of my head. The organ originally used for taste was now giving me a different kind of sensation. Her slightly raised tongue constantly rubbed against my glans and corona, the delicate friction incomparable to any other method. Along with this, I was stimulated by a slight pain and a tantalizing, almost imperceptible, sucking sensation.

These three different sensations melted together in the fiery furnace of her mouth, sublimating into a completely new kind of pleasure that I couldn't resist.

My nerves were melting along with it. Under this intense onslaught, my previously tense nerves slowly relaxed, allowing me to experience this extraordinary pleasure. Gradually, not only my upper nerves, but also my lower nerves were about to give way. With the further swelling and slight trembling of my genitals, I knew I couldn't hold back anymore.

Finally, under the girl's continued assault, I ejaculated.

White semen splattered onto the girl's face, who couldn't dodge in time. Just as I was about to apologize, the girl turned around and, right in front of me, stuck out her tongue to lick the semen off my face. The flush on her face and the fine beads of sweat seemed to indicate her current state.

I was about to say something when she suddenly kissed me, pressing her lips against mine. Then she began to stroke my penis with her hand. For some reason, my previously limp penis suddenly came back to life under her rhythmic strokes. It felt as if everything that had just happened was unreal, but the sensation from my genitals made it clear that it was all real. After

a long while, the kiss ended, and she straddled me, pressing her most private parts against my penis, rubbing her warm, soft flesh against my genitals, looking at me with a seductive smile.

"Don't you want to have sex inside me?"

she said with a soft laugh.

It was as if she were talking to her beloved.

*** *** *** ***

[The End]

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