As a chill wrapped around her entire body like a snake, causing her to pull the sheet over her head, an emotionless voice settled in her ear.

“Fortunately, your limbs are still intact and well-attached.”

Evelyn’s hand clutching the sheet flinched at the low voice resonating through the space that had definitely been empty just moments ago. Gathering what little courage she had left, Evelyn raised her head and met eyes with Ian, who was looking down at her expressionlessly from right beside the bed.

Her teeth chattered involuntarily as the image of the unidentified monster that had been strangling her overlapped with him, but she forced herself to clear her throat.

“I see you’ve returned to your original state as well, Tower Master.”

“You don’t seem particularly surprised. Did you hear about it from Louinel?”

“It seems His Highness the Crown Prince knew. Unfortunately, I didn’t. We tend to communicate more through physical interaction than verbal conversation.”

Words without filter spilled randomly from her mouth, not yet fully recovered from fear. Ian laughed incredulously at this and sat down in the chair beside her bed.

“The recent disappearance of Louinel’s magical outbursts must be your influence, too. So you primarily heal through physical means, I see.”

“As you would know from analyzing my body fluids, that method proves most effective.”

“Then could your body fluids eliminate this demon inside me as well?”

Ian referred to the monster she had encountered hours ago as a ‘demon.’ Seeing his expression that seemed to hold little expectation even as he spoke, Evelyn carefully sat up.

“If I were to treat you, Tower Master, I would need to use my body as I did with His Highness. Would that be acceptable to you?”

Honestly, she wished she could flee to somewhere she’d never have to be involved with Ian again, treatment or otherwise. But she was a slave to the system, and she had no desire to spend her life being hunted by what Ian called a demon.

“Not your blood?”

“Based on my experience, I can guarantee body fluids will be more effective.”

“And you’re certain that physical union can eliminate it?”

“I think it’s better to try something rather than nothing. Actually, that creature-or—demon—living inside you said it would kill me first next time we meet.”

They say the enemy of my enemy is my friend. She wasn’t sure how the Tower Master had ended up harboring such a demon, but it seemed clear that he wasn’t pleased with the parasite freeloading in his body.

Moreover, based on the circumstances, the “black magic aftereffects” mentioned by the system was clearly this demon. In other words, she needed to drive this demon out of the Tower Master’s body to clear the sixth main quest.

“Well, that’s true.”

Ian, accepting her reasoning more calmly than expected, suddenly leaned toward the bed she was resting on. The distance between them narrowed abruptly, bringing with it a wintry scent that seemed out of place in early summer.

Evelyn, who had been staring blankly at his breathtakingly beautiful face, flinched. The Tower Master’s distinctly jointed fingers were toying with her slightly parted lips.

“Should we start from here? Though I’m not sure if all of my c*ck will fit in such a tight space.”

“Hmm. Usually, starting with a kiss would be the standard approach.”

“I prefer taking shortcuts rather than following standards.”

Ah, I see.

His unusually cool hand parted her lips, seemingly measuring their size, and entered her mouth, slowly caressing the tender mucous membrane inside.

“You’ll barely be able to swallow half of it, I think.”

Indeed, the p*nis sizes of male leads in this world were definitely not normal. Ian noticed her glancing at his waistband and laughed deeply for the first time. Evelyn blinked at the dimples that appeared much more clearly than when she had glimpsed him at the banquet hall.

‘I thought Nox was the prettiest among the male leads.’

If Nox was like a pure lily, this man before her resembled a rose harboring poison. As captivating as a rose that instantly captures one’s gaze, but with a precarious atmosphere suggesting you’d be cut if you touched it.

Evelyn’s saliva pooled between her parted lips, almost dripping onto Ian’s finger as he watched quietly before withdrawing his hand. The way his tongue licked his moistened finger was intensely erotic. After staring intently into Evelyn’s eyes, which fluttered like petals in a gust of wind, he pulled up the corner of his mouth in a smile.

“You haven’t even taken my c*ck yet, but your body is already vibrating with sweet scent.”

At those words, Evelyn flinched involuntarily and drew her legs together. Her body, always frustratingly sensitive, had already begun to grow wet just from watching Ian lick his own finger.

“I can’t quite tell from just this saliva.”

Ian’s consistently impassive gaze slid down to her lower body covered by the sheet. With a light flick of his fingers, the sheet scattered, revealing the thin nightgown that had been changed by a maid residing in the Magic Tower.

His smile deepened upon discovering her smooth legs beneath the nightgown, tightly drawn together.

“I should check there first.”

Because I’ve been finding it hard to endure that lewd scent you’ve been giving off.

***

Each time Ian’s tongue mercilessly invaded her entrance, Evelyn’s hands tightened their grip on the sheet. Ian firmly held her legs in place as they kept trying to close, and thrust his tongue into her twitching inner walls. Evelyn’s eyes rolled back halfway as his tongue moved in and out of her entrance like it was thrusting.

Slurp, suck, slurp. Even though she was supposedly the only patient in the Magic Tower’s infirmary, the wet sounds assaulting her ears made her entire body burn hot.

“Nngh!”

“I’m starting to understand why Luinel gets so excited and keeps pounding into you.”

His sharp nose pressed firmly against her cl*toris. Looking up at the increasingly writhing Evelyn with an expressionless face, Ian buried his face again in her s*x, which was once more convulsing and secreting fluid.

The memory of the day he first received Evelyn’s body fluid results flashed through his mind. Though still just speculation, her fluids seemed to contain not only magical power but also a strange pheromone that aroused people. His already fully er*ect member was proof of that.

He had thought that after harboring a demon for well over five hundred years, his s*xual desire had evaporated along with it. But the more he inhaled Evelyn’s fluids, the more tightly his p*nis stretched, and gradually, lust began to take root in his previously empty eyes.

“Does the healing effect increase the more aroused you get and the more fluid you release?”

“Hnn, probably… Ah!”

“It definitely seems better down here than up there.”

She wanted to protest that this wasn’t something to say while stirring her inner walls with the tip of his tongue, but Evelyn couldn’t speak as pleasure washed over her vision in white. Finally, Ian raised his head after licking every corner of her inner walls with tongue movements even more persistent than Hezel’s obsession with her fluids. Evelyn’s cheeks flushed at the sight of her own juices glistening around his mouth.

This was all because Ian’s face was unnecessarily sensual. Then came the sound of a belt buckle being undone—click—somehow feeling ominously chilling. Ian looked down at Evelyn, who shrank her shoulders, as if finding her pathetic, and his p*nis sprang out from his lower body.

‘Holy sh*t.’

…Could this also be a side effect of black magic?

Longer than Nox’s and as thick as Luinel’s, the shaft of his p*nis was densely covered with black veins. It truly escaped human proportions in every sense of the word. At a glance, the massive p*nis, which almost resembled a beast’s c*ck, dripped prec*m under her gaze.

The transparent fluid ran down the black shaft, past his t*sticles, and into his dark pubic hair. Despite her personal fear, her cl*toris tingled at the sight of the fluid drawing clear lines as it dripped.

Ian snorted when he noticed Evelyn, unable to take her eyes off his p*nis, discreetly pulling the sheet toward herself.

“You just faced a demon earlier, yet you’re afraid of something like this?”

“Calling it ‘something like this’ seems rather unconscionable given the size.”

“Don’t worry. You’ll get used to it soon.”

So spread your legs. Before I force them apart.