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Jet-black curly hair, thick glasses, and a brusque personality.
Ophelia, who is solely focused on her research, is known at the Academy as part of the “Gloomy Sisters.”
To her, her perfect fiancé from head to toe, Cedric, is merely an object of envy, jealousy, and comparison.
He even consistently maintained an indifferent attitude, as if to protest his unwillingness to be engaged to Ophelia, often irritating her.
While continuing their antagonistic engagement, Cedric’s attitude began to change one day, and she discovered that he had consumed a “Love Potion” due to someone’s scheme…
“Why? Do you still dislike kissing me?”
“Th-that’s…!”
“I want you, Ophelia.”
As time went on, instead of the potion’s effects diminishing, they seemed to grow stronger, and Ophelia’s walls gradually crumbled under Cedric’s relentless affection…
Cedric did not seem intent on ending it there. He lowered his lips to tease Ophelia’s neck, showering her with endless short kisses. She couldn’t resist the moist, soft, and ticklish sensation. Ophelia’s neck tilted slightly backward.
“Ophelia, do you really hate me?”
“Ahh!”
A moan escaped instead of an answer. At this rate, she felt she might be devoured by him.
“Ophelia.”
His voice felt sweet. She should refuse gently, but just hearing his voice weakened her resolve.
As her dress loosened, he lowered his lips to her chest. The persistent kisses left Ophelia unable to think clearly.
His insistent touches drove her mad. She might really give in at this rate!
“Ophelia. I want to make you my wife as soon as possible.”
