When Marli refused to explain, Prim grabbed a fistful of her black hair and yanked as hard as he could.

“Ow!”

Marli waved her hand over her head, but the nimble fairy easily dodged and soared up to the ceiling. Rubbing her scalp, Marli continued.

“Fine, I’ll tell you—just this once. This is a potion that makes you lose weight as soon as you drink it.”

“What?”

“No matter how much you eat, you’ll still lose weight.”

“And?”

“What do you mean, ‘and’? Even if you keep eating and eating, you’ll just keep slimming down!”

Why was he finding it so hard to understand her? Marli shot Prim a look for failing to appreciate how special the potion was, then went back to filling the second bottle. The fairy hovered around the pot and asked again.

“Is losing weight a good thing?”

“Uh… what?”

Marli was momentarily speechless when faced with that fundamental question. Did fairies simply not grasp the idea of losing weight on purpose? She found herself looking at Prim in a new light.

Although he was small and hardly stood out, for a human Prim’s body would have been considered attractive — he had long, slender arms and legs and a firm chest with no excess fat. Even his small p*nis, no thicker than a matchstick, probably wasn’t disproportionately small.

Not that it mattered. His whole body was barely the size of Marli’s palm. As she corked the second bottle, Marli explained.

“Humans think being slim looks good. Especially women.”

“Humans are weird. Fairies and animals never eat enough to get fat in the first place.”

“It’s because humans have so many delicious things to eat.”

Marli answered offhandedly. She didn’t really know either, but that seemed like the reason. She scraped up what little potion was left at the bottom of the pot.

Meanwhile, Prim lazily circled Marli. Perhaps it was the change of topic, but he suddenly found himself curious about the witch’s body. Did she have a voluptuous figure hidden beneath that black dress?

Unaware of the fairy’s wandering thoughts, Marli quietly finished filling the bottles — two large ones and one small one. She would, of course, sell them in much smaller quantities when the time came. Just a single spoonful of essence produced this much, and with a fairy supplying her daily, she would soon be rich.

Marli glanced at Prim, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

“Hey, Prim.”

“What?”

“How are you doing?”

She was wordlessly asking if he could start producing more essence. Prim couldn’t help but feel like she was treating him like some sort of livestock bred for essence extraction, but in truth, his body was already a bit on edge. With a sulky look, he fluttered over to the desk.

“Then bring me more flowers.”

“Okay.”

Marli rolled up her sleeves and went over to the desk. Now that they were quite close, the foxtail grass was too dry and rigid to require any other tools.

Prim sat up on his knees. Marli touched his p*nis, which hung down quietly, with her fingertips. Prim shuddered. As she gently rubbed it, the soft matchstick gradually hardened. Prim pinched his n*pples between his fingers.

“Ugh……!”

Prim wriggled and let out a nasal moan. She was accustomed to seeing and hearing that sight and sound every day. But, for some reason, Marli had often felt uneasy lately.

Helping a hen lay eggs was no different.

The p*nis under her fingertips hardened completely. Sticky honey oozed out, making her fingertips slide smoothly. Prim hurriedly lowered his hand and grabbed his p*nis.

“Ugh, Marli, touch it up there.”

“Okay.”

They changed the positions of their hands. Now, Prim was holding and shaking his p*nis while Marli was tracing her fingertips over his chest. The fairy’s white face and body turned red again.

Marli blew out a breath, causing Prim’s thin hair and wings to flutter lightly. This aroused the fairy faster, but Marli couldn’t figure out why.

“Ugh……!”

Prim winced and twisted his waist, his eyes brimming with tears. He was clearly experiencing something, but, as always, Marli just couldn’t grasp what it was.

What could it possibly feel like? What did it really feel like? If a giant were to touch her body, she doubted it would feel pleasant.

As Marli began to rub his chest in gentle circles, Prim let out a ragged breath. Her face grew warm for reasons she couldn’t explain. Unlike fairies, who felt no shame, she was human — and that was why, she told herself.

Trying to rationalise her feelings, she watched Prim shake his tiny fist vigorously. Although she couldn’t see the p*nis hidden in his little fist, she could clearly see droplets of fluid steadily forming.

“Marli, now…”

“Okay.”

Marli quickly held out her palm. Prim crawled awkwardly onto it. He lay down on Marli’s soft palm, rubbing her warm body against it. He moved around vigorously.

As Marli gently stroked his plump b*ttocks with her other hand, he moaned and groaned.

“Huh, ahhh……!”

A surge of tension ran down the fairy’s back, and soon, a warm sensation spread across Marli’s palm. She gently tapped the fairy’s back until she was sure Prim had released every last bit of essence.

“Haa, that feels nice…”

Prim lingered on Marli’s hand for a while longer, squirming contentedly. Finding it oddly endearing, Marli stroked the fairy’s tiny head with her fingertip.

What had started as a one-sided kidnapping and imprisonment had somehow become a symbiotic relationship, like a crocodile and a plover bird. Neither the witch nor the fairy minded it much anymore. You could almost call them friends—something like that.

Marli was happy to have someone to talk to for the first time since her grandmother passed away, and, of course, to have a steady supply of fairy essence. As for Prim, not only did her body feel good, but talking with Marli was far more comfortable than with other fairies.

Maybe, after selling enough potions, they could even build a greenhouse warm enough for a fairy to live in. For now, neither of them noticed the approaching threat, and another day passed by.