My blood holds the power of enchantment—it can make any woman fall for me... but in doing so, it robs them of their brilliance. - Chapter 3

My body was burning up.

It felt as though my blood was boiling, radiating intense heat, while sweat poured from me like a broken dam. My nose was running, drool dripped uncontrollably from my mouth, and my body refused to move as I willed it.

Thinking back, if all of my bodily fluids were to turn into some kind of drug… was I going to be okay? Wouldn’t this affect my brain? Wouldn’t it make me lose my mind?

Mari-chan always seemed incredibly intelligent, but there was something off about her, a slightly shady aura that made her seem unreliable at times.

“Hah… hah…” I panted, struggling to breathe. Was I really going to survive this?

For the first time, regret began creeping into my mind.

My body was unbearably hot. Sweat and other fluids continued to stream from me, pooling around me in a grotesque mess. I couldn’t move, my consciousness wavering, as the world around me seemed to fade in and out.

How much time had passed? I didn’t know.
And then, I felt it—cold.

The biting chill jolted me awake. My body ached terribly, but there didn’t seem to be any immediate issues. Dragging myself to a mirror, I examined my reflection. Nothing seemed outwardly different.

Was I really now a person whose bodily fluids acted like a drug? I wasn’t sure… but the very thought made me nauseous.

Still feeling gross, I headed to the shower. The warm water felt incredible, washing away the filth and sticky residue that clung to my skin. For a moment, I could forget what had just happened.
After drying off and getting dressed, I went downstairs to the inn’s reception. I needed to report the state I’d left my room in—it was only right.

“Excuse me,” I said to the innkeeper, “I’m sorry, but I made quite a mess in my room. Could I request some cleaning services? I’ll pay extra for the trouble.”

“Oh, you threw up from drinking too much, huh?” the innkeeper replied, shrugging. “It happens. Just give me a silver coin, and we’ll take care of it.”

I handed over the coin and left the inn. They said it would take about an hour to clean up, so I decided to pass the time at a nearby tavern, grabbing a quick meal.

When I returned to the inn, I asked, “Is the cleaning finished yet?”

“They’re still working on it,” the innkeeper replied. “Shouldn’t be long now.”

“Alright, I’ll wait outside the room,” I said.

Walking to my room, I stood in front of the door. The cleaning wasn’t finished yet, but then I heard it—sounds coming from inside.

“Ahh… uhhn… slurp… slurp…”

The noises were strange, almost indecent. Frowning, I carefully cracked the door open to peek inside.

What I saw left me speechless.

The innkeeper’s wife was on all fours like a dog, lapping up the puddles of sweat and other fluids I’d left behind. She was moaning softly, her face flushed, her breathing heavy. Her clothes were discarded on the floor, leaving her in just her underwear as her hands roamed over her body, touching herself shamelessly.

She was completely absorbed, licking the floor with fervor, her movements frantic and unrestrained.

So it was true. My bodily fluids really had become like a drug.
But this was bad. Very bad.

If she realized that I was the source of this “drug,” there was no doubt she’d become obsessed with me. The innkeeper’s wife was beautiful, sure, but I didn’t want any unnecessary trouble with the inn or its owners.

Quietly, I shut the door, making sure not to disturb her.

Without a word to anyone, I paid my remaining balance at the reception, gathered my belongings, and left the inn.

Once again, I stepped into the streets of the city, unsure of what lay ahead.