Nurturing the Hero to Avoid Death

Ch 19.3

Warning: Slightly NSFW.

It seems like that drug in the tea is an actual aphrodisiac.

I could still handle its effects earlier, but the sudden physical contact from Alfred goes past the tipping point. With my heightened sensitivity, his touch is scorching, no matter how light or brief. I really want to run away.

Now that my panic has faded due to my rescue, my condition deteriorates. In response to his touch, my lower half feels hotter.

Damn it. That bastard.

Even though I only took a sip, my fever still hasn’t abated.

He did say he had used a version of the drug with a stronger dosage.

Thinking about what would have happened had I drunk the whole cup, I feel horrified.

I likely wouldn’t even be able to stand anymore. Unable to escape, I would’ve been assaulted by that scum just like that.

A shiver runs through my body. Too scary.

I don’t want anything to do with that bastard anymore. Even imagining it is too much.

“Lian?”

“I’m alright…” Controlling my trembling, I focus on gently removing my arms from Alfred’s grasp.

“I’m alright. Thank you, Alfred…” To convince him that I’m fine, I flash my usual smile and muster all my willpower to stand. “You can go back to work already. I’m sorry for bothering you.”

“What are you saying? You definitely aren’t bothering me—”

“I’ll pay for the room too. You don’t have to worry.”

“Hey.”

But I ignore him, quickly slipping past Alfred and entering the bathroom. The door is still open from when he had gone to prepare the bath. Upon entering, I immediately shut the door.

Inside is a small one-person ceramic bathtub filled with hot water. Thick steam rises from the surface of the water, filling the narrow room.

A mix of pink, aqua blue, and light green tiles cover the walls. Such a pattern gives the bathroom a somewhat warm and cute atmosphere. Did the landlady design this?

As I settle down, thoughts begin running through my mind again. How did I get myself in such a mess?

No, I do understand. I’m simply reaping what I sow.

I sink down onto the cold tiles, heaving a big sigh.

Definitely the worst day ever.

I pick up the small wooden bowl floating in the bucket of hot water, which Alfred carried up earlier. Filled the bowl and poured it over my head. Then I lean against the bathtub, feeling tired and weak. A helpless sigh escapes my lips.

Mixed with the hot water flowing down the drain is my own precum.

This really sucks.

I want cold water. Or even better, iced water.

If I pour that over my head, would this fever subside?

“Haa…”

Just what kind of drug did I ingest? Why does this crap even exist?

Will the effects really disappear in the morning like the captain said?

I want to get rid of my worsening fever, but the water isn’t helping at all. I have no other choice but to touch myself until release.