Nyrn the Witch

Within the Black Forest lay a small, quaint log cabin. White smoke rose from a pot placed over the fire, and the cabin was warm, thanks to the fireplace. The woman abruptly stopped stirring the pot and turned around, beckoning to a man with grey hair.

"Sorry to have kept you waiting, guest."

She was Nyrn, a witch with jet-black hair hiding her eyes and a voluptuous body concealed under plain black clothes, giving her an enchanting look. She was tall for a woman, nearly 170 su in height (su = semis unzia, 1 su = 0.98 cm). She appeared to be in her thirties, but her true age was dubious.

"It's ready. The 'aphrodisiac that makes even an innocent child, a chaste widow, or the legendary Witch Queen Sherah beg and crawl for a man's love while selling herself'—this was what you wanted, yes?"

"Who asked for such specific details?"

"Oh, my apologies then."

The tall man in his twenties she'd referred to as her guest spoke gruffly as he approached. He wore a black coat over a worn white shirt and faded grey slacks, even indoors. His face looked weary of life, but his blue eyes held a dangerous glint. He was clearly not an ordinary man, especially in the Black Forest, a place where many witches lived and where ordinary people could not survive more than three days.

"How much is needed?"

"Three drops at a time, lasting a week. Used correctly, it'll last a year. One drop is enough for a simple love spell. The more you conserve, the longer it lasts. Bringing so much mandrake must have been hard, was it not?"

"No, it grows in my garden."

"Just kidding. I've taken ten percent as an extraction fee. Is that okay?"

The man peered into the pot, examining the pink concoction. It resembled jelly more than a liquid.

"Is this all?"

"I am a witch. What I seek is research and refinement. It's rare to receive such catalysts."

Nyrn explained as she poured the sticky aphrodisiac into a flask. The man nodded slowly, watching the scene.

"Is there something else of value I might receive?"

"I don't know what a witch would want."

"Even as a sorcerer?"

The man stood silently, his silence affirming her question.

"Well then, if I must say…"

Nyrn handed the sealed flask to the man. He received it, loosened the lid, and gingerly exposed his fingertips to the liquid. His fingers emitted a faint glow, seeming to test the quality of the drug.

"What kind of person do you intend to use this naughty potion on? … Fufu, just touching it with one's fingertips is enough to cause numbness, is it not? Who exactly would a sorcerer as strong as Yoal-sama, a man able to withstand the miasma of the Witchlands, plan on captivating?"

Nyrn, narrowing her eyes like a snake, smiled seductively.

"Let's see."

Yoal, the young sorcerer, stroked his chin, hesitating whether to speak or not.

"If you're going to cause enjoyable chaos in the world… personally, I wouldn't mind helping you."

Nyrn whispered, stepping closer to him. A glimpse of her white thigh was visible from her short robe. Yoal glanced at it and nodded.

"I've got it."

"Have you made up your mind?"

"Yes."

They were close enough for their ears and lips to touch.

"You."

He declared.

"… Huh?"

"I'll start with you."

Yoal grabbed Nyrn by the nape of her neck and pulled her closer, tilting the flask to her soft lips. He pressed on the back of her head, forcing the liquid down her throat. Nyrn's voluptuous body trembled violently in the next moment.

Her skin flushed quickly. Her cheeks grew warm, and her wet lips became hot. Sweat burst from her entire body, and her womb pulsed as if gasping for breath.

"What…?"

She collapsed on the spot. Her body's blood flow accelerated, an indecent heat gathering in her groin as love juices dripped from her inner thighs. The honey of her desire streamed down as if she'd had an accident, hitting the floor and splashing.

With wet, dazed eyes, she looked up at Yoal, her black hair covering her pitch-black eyes.

"Come on. Take me to your bedchamber."

He commanded, forcibly lifting her up. Her knees spasmed as her inner thighs continued to drip with that lustful nectar. Her desire was uncontainable, and she yearned for a man.

—But I'd definitely prepared a counterspell…

Nyrn thought bitterly, yet despite (trying) to glare at Yoal—

"Yes… I understand…"

—She led him by the hand, her face flushed.