The air in the witch’s room was thick with the acrid smell of boiling herbs. After breathing in those harsh fumes all day, the fairy felt dizzy.

Prim swung his cage back and forth in protest. The iron cage was quite heavy, but he’d figured out a way to do it out of sheer boredom. With enough practice, he’d got the hang of it.

Creak—creak—

The hook on the ceiling squeaked as the cage swayed, but Marli didn’t even turn around.

“Cut it out.”

Of course, Prim wasn’t the type to obey just because he was told to. In fact, he shook the cage even harder, making an even bigger scene.

Marli banged the pot with her wooden spoon. The damned fairy couldn’t give her any essence, but he certainly knew how to get on her nerves. She placed the boiling pot on the brazier and stormed over to the cage.

“What’s your problem now?!”

“The smell of those herbs—it’s making me sick.”

In response to Prim’s grumbling, Marli glared fiercely at him. Only a week had passed since she’d captured the fairy, and her limited patience was already wearing thin.

‘The water tastes bad. The flowers aren’t fresh enough. It’s cold at night. It’s hot during the day.’ The fairy acted like some pampered noble.

She gave the slowly swaying cage a hard shake.

“Augh!”

Prim, who had been clinging to the bars, was sent tumbling backwards. Marli pressed her face against the cage and shouted loudly.

“You! Have you thought of a way to extract your essence yet?”

The witch’s sharp interrogation made the fairy flinch. It wasn’t as if Prim had been idle all this time; he’d actually been thinking as hard as he could — not about how to extract his essence, but about how to escape. He brushed off his wings and replied in a small, uncertain voice.

“I… I’m trying…”

Marli glared at the centre of the fairy’s body so intensely that he could have burned a hole through it. His p*nis looked pathetically small. Was he really impotent? If so, all the time she’d spent boiling and drying herbs would have been wasted.

“This just isn’t going to work.”

“Huh?”

She picked up the discarded piece of foxtail grass again. At the very least, she needed to check if that thing even worked. Marli shoved the grass through the bars.

The bristly little barbs tickled Prim’s soft skin, making him grimace.

“Stop it.”

“No way.”

Marli swirled the grass around, tickling the fairy’s chest. The real target was a little further away, but the flexible stem made it difficult to aim.

“Stop!”

Prim twisted his body to get away, but that only made things worse. The coarse bristles kept brushing against his armpits, hips, and other sensitive areas. This unfamiliar sensation caused Prim’s once translucent skin to flush a rosy pink all over.

He flailed around, trying to grab the stem, and was pricked by one of its sharp barbs.

“Eek—!”

Prim instantly dropped both hands to shield himself between his legs.

“Huh?”

Marli’s eyes twitched at the sight. That was definitely a different reaction than before. Up until now, the fairy had shown not a hint of shame, leaving himself completely exposed. She kept prodding his chest and lower belly with the stem.

“Hey, is it up? Did it go up?”

“No, it did not!”

Marli’s teasing tone made Prim stomp his foot in frustration, though he kept his tiny hands stubbornly clamped over his groin.

An unfamiliar tingle spread from where he’d been poked all the way to his lower back. It felt a little like needing to pee or like something inside him was itching — a strange and confusing sensation.

Every time the tip of the grass brushed against his chest — which he couldn’t protect while guarding his lower half — the odd feeling only grew. Still, he never imagined he’d actually get an er*ction. Even when other fairies had tried to touch him to coax him to mate, he’d always been completely unresponsive.

But then—pop!

“Ugh—?”

He felt as if someone had tugged on his p*nis, and immediately looked down. There it was—standing straight up, as if bowing like ripened rice. His own er*ction.

With not an ounce of delicacy, the witch, who seemed to think of fairies as nothing but livestock for harvesting essence, shouted in triumph.

“You’re up, aren’t you? It’s up, isn’t it?”

“No… No… This isn’t…”

Prim couldn’t make sense of what was happening. Why was this happening now?

“Perfect! I guess you’re not impotent after all!”

Delighted, Marli shook the foxtail grass around, letting the fluffy tip brush lightly against the fairy’s tiny n*pples. Completely flustered, Prim frantically waved his arms.

“No! Stop it! Get that away from me!”

“Why, it’s fine.”

Marli couldn’t understand why Prim was misbehaving. Not only did she need ‘fairy essence’, but it would also be nice if the broken part started working normally.

Recalling what she had read in the book, Marli continued in an incredibly indifferent voice.

“Hurry up and shake that. That’s how you can come.”

“Hey!”

Prim shivered, but there was nowhere to escape to within the confines of the narrow cage. His body trembled every time Marli touched him. He was clearly just ticklish, but his aroused body perceived everything as s*xual stimulation.

His p*nis, which had never been er*ect before, tingled and he couldn’t bear it. He pleaded in a tearful voice.

“I’ll give you essence. I’ll give it to you, so stop…”

“Really?”

“I said I’ll give it to you!”

Prim was so upset that he lost his mind, but he gave up in the end. He would only give her his essence once. He could escape whenever he got the chance.

Marli bit the grass swaying on the fairy’s body. Prim lowered his hand; his face expressed outrage.

When he carefully touched his p*nis, it felt hot, as if it weren’t his own. As he moved his hand slightly, the heat spread throughout his entire body instantly.

“Ugh…!”

An intense stimulation spread through his fingertips and toes, along with the heat. The pleasure was so intense that his mind went blank. Prim moved his hand a couple more times, unconsciously. His legs immediately gave way.