[Protagonist's POV]
It felt like—
'…Drugs?'
By the time 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 same stuff as before."
