The boredom at that party made me return to the room earlier. I spent a good part of the time watching the protagonist interact with other story characters, like Lysette, in what seemed like an introductory mission for everyone there. I didn't care. it's not like I was going to force contact with everyone, I'm more interested in having a peaceful life.
Therefore, I fear what the contents of this package might be. I open the room door with a chill down my spine, the package is on top of the bed, in all its glory, bathed in moonlight and serving as a beacon for my cursed future.
I take a deep breath and remove the lid, finding some kind of parchment rolled up with a purple thread and a book beside it, both resting on a soft fabric at the bottom. In the middle, there is a letter.
"Dearest daughter,
Here I give you the most important secrets that we, elves, have kept for generations for the good of our species. I know that the sudden departure from the forest to human society can be a radical change for you, but I believe it is for the best for the coexistence of the two races, and also because of this, I hand you the most important possessions of our clan.
Do you remember when you looked at a half-elf friend during our people's ritualistic practices? You had enormous admiration for her and praised her constantly, crying heartbroken when the two of you parted ways. I still keep your friend's letters and I've caught you many times sending hidden replies from me, but I considered it too early back then. My dear, make important bonds in this country, you might be a little disgusted, but humans are wonderful and more virtuous than many elves. I wish you luck.
With love, Mom."
Sweet, very sweet. This doesn't sound at all like the Lady Lilaccuria who appeared in the game's story. Could it be that this woman was actually an excellent relative and because of our character's perception, we ended up believing she was a huge bitch? Maybe, who knows if the corruption of the elves also caused that change.
What she wanted here was just a good college life for her daughter, a pleasant phase of life that, for an elf's life expectancy, would only be like a month's trip. It even gives a warmth in my heart, and this time it's Aubrey herself showing this reaction! Look, things are improving...
I decide to look at the supposed most important possessions of the Lilaccuria clan. One looks like a magic scroll full of instructions for awesome spells, while the other must be an instruction manual containing a part of elven culture and history.
Wow, I loved the gift. How about we read the scroll?
I remove the purple thread and unroll it. Hmm, this beginning is a bit strange, but that's okay... Huh? What... wait a minute, what is this? This is very strange... What? What the hell is this? WHAT THE HELL KIND OF POTION IS THIS?!
WHY DOES THE CLAN'S MOST VALUABLE POSSESSION TEACH YOU HOW TO GROW A PENIS?!
Breathe, breathe, this can't be right. I reread it. Shit, it's right, it's exactly as I reread it!
What is the reason for Lady Lilaccuria to send something like this? I wouldn't complain if it involved contraception, I just don't understand why an ELF WOMAN would want to have a COCK!
Worse still, why does Aubrey keep reacting as if this is the best thing in the world? Were you a pervert this whole time and the players didn't know? How delicious... I mean, how disgusting!
Still, I really wanted my dick back, now this magically falls into my lap? I might as well try, it is a potion, after all. Rummaging a bit more in the box, I find some herbs and plants in a hidden bag underneath the padding. This mother is a true pervert for allowing her young daughter to screw around freely like this.
I run my hand through my hair, hovering between incredulity and admiration.
Alright, let's try, it's a chance to regain my masculinity.
I open the bag stuffed with dried herbs and seeds, separating everything on the desk. The parchment describes each component in detail, with proportion, temperature, mixing order, and even the exact maceration time. I never imagined elves would have so much attention to detail in this kind of fetish...
Damn it, one item is missing. It's a root called the Spiritual Tear, and according to the scroll, if one of the ingredients is missing, the result becomes unstable and innocuous.
At least there's no chance of screwing myself over, perfect.
I stare at the text for a few seconds, trying to decide if this is a divine sign to give up. You know what? Destiny's mockery has gone so far that giving up now seems cowardly.
"Ah, fuck it. If nothing happens, nothing happens."
I improvise. I follow the steps on the parchment as far as I can, crushing the leaves, preparing the infusion with the water embedded in the kit, mixing the pink petal powder, and rotating the little portable cauldron that comes folded inside the box. Then, I pour the mixture into a small vial that looks more expensive than all my past assets.
The potion takes on a purplish color, paler than the illustrated drawing. That's it.
I raise the vial.
"Cheers, I guess."
I drink it all at once. Initially, I feel nothing, no life-changing mystical effect appears to satisfy my curiosity about the penile growth potion. Finally, a warmth rises through my stomach and descends to my thighs, but it feels more like a fart than a side effect. Nothing changes.
"Big deal..."
I look in the mirror.
"...why am I sweating?"
A drop runs down the side of my neck, followed by another.
In a few seconds, it feels like someone raised the room temperature by twenty degrees. A suffocating heat rises from my stomach, as if I had drunk liquor that was too strong, but without the relaxing effect of alcohol.
Damn it, this must be a side effect! Ugh, now I need a bath...
"Exactly what I needed" I say, already taking off my first layer of clothing. "I hope I don't pass out from fever, that would be even worse for my reputation..."
I put on a light robe over it and leave the room. The corridor is empty, given the time, most students must still be at the party or celebrating in some more private corner. The students' bathhouse is at the end of the east wing, a large shared room with partitions and warm pools of enchanted water.
Now, with my body heating up as if it were entering spontaneous combustion, all I want is cold water on my head. I walk quickly, hoping no one approaches me on the way.
"Please, let it be empty..."
I push open the bathhouse door, no one is here, thank you! I take off the robe and throw myself into the pool, more than satisfied to wash the dirt off my body... until I look down and notice a kind of little arm growing in my groin. That's not what I think it is, is it?
The door abruptly opens behind me. Why did someone decide to walk in right now?!?