Wine and Poison Chapter 36 - Enemy

Having nothing at all, and even having had the most precious time of all, youth, stolen from her as a human, who was she worrying about?

 

“If this were an ordinary commoner’s house, maybe. But this is the royal palace. Even if I don’t know the details of the royal family’s circumstances, I know it’s a dangerous and terrifying place. One wrong move and you could be unfairly framed and killed. So take care of yourself first. I’ll handle my own business.”

 

“It’s not that dangerous.”

 

“Langsion.”

 

“Alright, Teacher. I’ll do as you say. I’ll protect myself while also helping you.”

 

“That’s easier said than…”

 

Before Scylla could finish, Langsion pulled her into his arms.

 

“I have the ability. I can manage somehow.”

 

“…”

 

“Besides, I have a considerable amount of wealth that my late mother left me. That’s actually one of the reasons I came here. To trade with the merchant guild, I need money.”

 

Another lie was added.

 

It felt novel to be worried about, but if he followed her words, he would have to stay in the Theban royal palace for a long time, and that was something he couldn’t do.

 

“My family already knows I have no interest in the throne, so it’s fine. As long as I stay within my bounds, they won’t harm me. I’ll have to watch out for my stepmother’s gaze, though. I have my own thoughts behind this. So please understand. I really do want to treat you properly as my teacher.”

 

“…”

 

“If I thought they would treat you poorly, I wouldn’t have brought you down from the cabin. So stop worrying and just enjoy your time here, Teacher. There’s Mount Helicon nearby. It doesn’t have as many precious herbs as Mount Cithaeron, but it’s home to many unusual creatures, so it should be as interesting as studying poisonous plants.”

 

“Langsion.”

 

As she quietly listened to him, a look of trouble spread across Scylla’s face.

 

“Where do you think your hands are going right now?”

 

Langsion rubbed his forehead shyly against her shoulder.

 

“I want to hold you, Teacher. Right now.”

 

“You’re… really strange. How can you have such thoughts even after seeing what I look like during the day?”

 

Scylla let out a sigh that sounded almost like a moan.

 

“Because I love you.”

 

“Stop joking around.”

 

Langsion shrugged. 

 

Humans were such simple creatures. 

 

Even if they denied it, words passed through their ears and brain and eventually settled deep inside, close to the soul. 

 

I love you. I love you… 

 

If he kept saying it, eventually her subconscious would start to believe that he truly loved her.

 

“I love you, Teacher.”

 

“…”

 

“I’ll love you.”

 

“…”

 

“I just want your curse to be lifted as soon as possible.”

 

It was a matter of controlling intensity. When he removed the playful tone from his voice, it sounded completely sincere. 

 

With his characteristically sweet whisper seducing Scylla’s ear, Langsion’s hands untied and parted her clothes, spreading her legs. 

 

Letting out a soft “Haah,” he grabbed her ankles and lifted them up.

 

“What are you trying to do here?”

 

In the brief moment, she made a sound of surprise. Scylla’s eyes widened as she was stripped completely naked. 

 

Where were they? 

 

This was the royal palace of Thebes, which she had only heard about in stories. The door was closed but not locked; anyone could open it if they wanted to. 

 

And through the windows without curtains, bright daylight poured in.

 

“This isn’t Mount Cithaeron. This is where your family lives.”

 

At her urgent whisper, Langsion nodded.

 

“Why don’t you understand? I told you not to do anything that could get us caught…”

 

He cut off the end of her sentence by pressing his lips against her chattering mouth.

 

“Don’t worry, Teacher.”

 

“…Haah.”

 

“No one will know what we’re doing in this room.”

 

As he teased her entrance, a short sigh escaped Scylla’s lips. 

 

Langsion gently rubbed her clit with his index and middle fingers, slowly kindling the fire.

 

“I won’t do anything that would harm you, Teacher.”

 

“…”

 

“Trust me.”

 

While gently nibbling on her upper lip, Langsion pulled her top all the way up. Her pink nipples popped out perkily.

 

He slowly stroked her full breasts from below, lifting them.

 

“And haven’t you heard? The royal palace of Thebes is under the protection of the gods.”

 

Even though he himself was the very god the royal family, including Queen Inashan, believed in or used to believe in, Langsion shamelessly kept a straight face.

 

The Theban royal palace once possessed five barrels of Dionysus’s wine, something so precious it was nearly impossible to obtain even with vast wealth. 

 

It was only natural for them to boast that they were under the god Dionysus’s protection. 

 

Having personally shattered that laughable pride just a few months ago, Langsion now used that very rumor to reassure Scylla.

 

He had no intention of revealing his true identity to her. 

 

Unlike his father, he wouldn’t burn humans to death with blazing lightning even if he revealed himself, but telling a human who he really was brought far more harm than good. 

 

Getting involved with a god was, in itself, an accident for a human as insignificant as dust in the world.

 

Langsion didn’t want to drag her into such a swamp. 

 

Still, the reason he mentioned divine protection was that he was secretly curious how Scylla, who was generally negative toward the existence of gods, would react if she knew his true nature.

 

It was like a peacock proudly displaying its feathers to someone it wanted attention from, but Langsion himself hadn’t realized that.

 

“Divine protection?”

 

“Yes.”

 

“Wait, you were in the middle of… ngh… talking.”

 

“We can talk anytime, Teacher.”

 

“Ah, hah…”

 

“You can keep speaking.”

 

“You…”

 

He pinched her nipple tightly with his fingers and flicked it. 

 

Then he pressed the flat of his tongue firmly against it while stroking her outer lips. Her body, which had become extremely sensitive over the past month, quickly began dripping clear fluid as if familiar with his touch. 

 

Once her hole was thoroughly wet, Langsion tilted the pitcher on the side table to wipe his hands, then immediately pushed his now-clean fingers inside her.

 

“Besides, the most important thing is lifting your curse, isn’t it?”

 

He stirred her insides vigorously, then pulled his fingers out and brought them to his tongue. 

 

No! 

 

Scylla let out a short moan. 

 

Langsion deliberately sucked his fingers greedily, making loud wet sounds, and even gave her a sly, smiling glance. 

 

Scylla’s face flushed bright red. You perverted brat. Her muttered words were thick with genuine feeling. Yet Langsion smiled brightly as if he had heard a declaration of love.

 

“You’re so deliciously wet, Teacher. Even if your disciple is a pervert, you still like these fingers, don’t you?”

 

Scylla shuddered in disgust. Having deliberately touched her to see that reaction, Langsion chuckled and this time grabbed her ankles, lifting them high. Her knees rested on his shoulders. 

 

As her hips naturally rose, Scylla let out a sharp “Ah!” 

 

She struggled, trying to close her legs because she knew exactly what he was about to do. But it was useless. Langsion firmly held her knees, turned his head, and kissed her thigh.

 

“One taste clearly isn’t going to be enough.”

 

His eyes, now much darker, looked down at her. Because of the way her legs were spread, her thoroughly soaked pussy was completely exposed. 

 

Scylla repeatedly swallowed the deep, guttural moans rising in her throat.

 

“I don’t mind you doing it… But why do you keep saying such weird things?”

 

“Well…”

 

Langsion licked his lips and rolled his eyes. He slowly lowered his waist, extended his tongue, and began teasing her bush with the tip.

 

“You might not believe me, but I’m not usually like this.”

 

Scylla frowned. What a ridiculous thing to say. It felt like she could hear her own inner thoughts.

 

“It’s true.”

 

He didn’t need to do anything; humans intoxicated by him would spew all kinds of obscene words on their own. 

 

No matter how vulgar the dirty talk, Langsion remained indifferent. 

 

Such stimulation didn’t stimulate him at all. It was boring.

 

But with Scylla, he felt excited. 

 

The unfortunate woman whose curse acted as a thorny shield, keeping everyone away. Her body now responded well to arousal, yet she still blushed with shame at even a single touch. It made him want to keep teasing her. 

 

Like an immature boy tormenting the child he liked.

 

Her flustered reactions looked even better during the day than at night. 

 

Because of her aged appearance, or perhaps because she found it strange to be aroused in such a state, daytime Scylla always wore an expression of utter shame, as if she wanted to disappear from the world whenever Langsion tried to ravish her.

 

Without realizing how entertaining that was.

 

“It happens when I see you feeling embarrassed, Teacher.”

 

“…”

 

“Words that don’t even sound like me keep coming out.”

 

“Who do you think you’re saying that to…”

 

His breath tickled her pussy. Scylla covered her eyes with both hands and whispered. 

 

Langsion smiled softly and licked the small clit hidden between her labia with his tongue, coaxing it out.

 

“Ughh, ah, ahh!”

 

The moans that had been boiling deep in Scylla’s throat finally spilled out.

 

Langsion buried his face completely between her legs and moved his tongue like a dog in heat. 

 

He licked her outer lips with broad strokes, then carefully used the tip of his tongue to part them. He soaked her reddish inner lips with saliva, pursed his lips, and rubbed them. 

 

The more Scylla twitched and jerked, the more shameless and bold his tongue became. 

 

When he found her clit, sucked on it noisily, teased the surrounding area, and then sharply poked and pressed the now-swollen, sensitive bud, Scylla finally let out a suppressed cry.