The Witch Didn't Raise the Tyrant That Way - Chapter 2: How He Grew Up (8) (M)
Kyle’s eyes remained locked on me, unblinking and intense. I could feel his gaze tracing every inch of my body, scrutinizing every movement. It was as if he was undressing me with his eyes, and the weight of his attention made my skin prickle.
No… It couldn’t be…
Could tonight really be the night?
My breath hitched, and I turned my head away, unable to meet his gaze. My shoulders instinctively hunched, and I found myself curling inward, folding my arms tighter around myself.
My toes curled, and I shifted my feet, nervously crossing my ankles.
The silence between us stretched, heavy and suffocating.
Then, finally, Kyle broke it.
“This.”
Kyle’s slightest movement carried an air of dominance, enough to make me feel on edge. As he shifted to one side, he reached into his pocket and produced a small vial.
The label read “Tickle-Tickle Potion.”
“…Why do you have that?” I asked, my voice stiff with disbelief.
“Why wouldn’t I?” Kyle replied casually. “It’s not like I can’t go into the lab if I want to.”
He had a point. This was his palace, his home—there were no places where he wasn’t allowed.
But that wasn’t the real issue.
That potion, Tickle-Tickle Potion, was far too potent. I’d specifically kept it locked away in a box because of how dangerous it was. When the lab had been moved to the palace, it had ended up displayed alongside the ordinary potions, which clearly had been a mistake.
“I remembered what you said about it once,” Kyle added, opening the vial with a sharp pop and placing it on the table with a deliberate motion.
He picked it up again, pinching the vial delicately between his thumb and forefinger. He gave it a light shake, the liquid inside swishing ominously.
“Be careful! That potion doesn’t have an antidote yet!” I exclaimed, panic rising in my voice.
“But you told me how to deal with something like this, didn’t you?”
“…What?”
Instead of answering, Kyle tilted his head, baring his teeth in a slow, mischievous smile.
My stomach dropped.
The only way to neutralize a topical potion like this in the absence of an antidote was through… saliva. The method worked only when the potion was in tiny amounts, but still, I had warned Kyle long ago to avoid letting the substance enter his mouth. Saliva could neutralize external contact, but if it was ingested, it could become lethal.
“…You’re not seriously thinking—”
“Don’t worry,” Kyle interrupted, his voice calm and unbothered. “I’ll be careful not to swallow.”
With that, he smiled faintly, his eyes glinting as he opened his mouth and extended his tongue.
Before I could stop him, a few viscous drops of the potion fell from the vial onto his outstretched tongue.
Drip… drip.
The deep red muscle of his tongue retracted, and his cheeks hollowed slightly as he swished the potion around his mouth.
“Ah…”
His expression shifted almost instantly. His lips, once pressed into a straight line, slackened, and his face contorted as waves of sensation overtook him.
“Lyn…” Kyle called out softly, his crimson eyes misty with discomfort.
I knew what was happening. The potion’s effect—a maddening, all-encompassing itch—was spreading throughout his mouth. And without an antidote, there was only one way to fix this.
My saliva.
I would have to apply it… directly.
To his mouth…
I groaned internally.
Kyle looked at me with pleading, tear-brimmed eyes, clearly struggling with the sensation.
I couldn’t bear to see him like this. Maybe that’s why I had tolerated so much of his behavior lately. I’d raised him, after all—seven years of care and responsibility tied me to him.
What made it worse was the thought of what might happen if I delayed. If he accidentally swallowed the mixture combined with his saliva, the potion could spread further, even affecting his internal organs.
There was no time to hesitate anymore.
“Kyle,” I called firmly.
“…Yeah?” he replied, his voice trembling.
“This is just to treat you. Got it?” I emphasized.
“Please… hurry…” he whimpered, his arms opening wide as if inviting me to sit on his lap.
Instead of doing so, I placed my hands firmly on his shoulders and leaned down, pressing my lips to his.
“Mm…!”
The moment I entered, Kyle’s mouth moved hungrily against mine, his tongue curling around mine as though he had been waiting for this. His desperate sucking made me gasp, and before I knew it, I was seated on his lap.
Kyle’s hands immediately encircled my waist, pulling me tightly against him. His strength was overwhelming, his arms solid as iron bars.
He’s doing this to neutralize the potion, I reminded myself.
To fully counteract the potion’s effects, every trace of it in his mouth needed to be neutralized with my saliva.
Kyle, who had been fervently tangling his tongue with mine, suddenly deepened the kiss, invading my mouth with an almost ruthless hunger. His tongue explored every corner of my mouth, as if determined to leave no spot untouched.
He licked along the edges of my teeth, grazed the ridges of my palate, and teased the soft flesh near the back of my throat. His tongue coiled around mine, pulling it into a forceful suction that made me gasp involuntarily. Then, he trailed along the inside of my lower teeth, gathering the pooling saliva there and swallowing it with an audible gulp.
This wasn’t just a treatment for the potion—this was a kiss.
There was no tenderness in it, no delicate exchange of lips meeting softly. This was raw, urgent, and consuming. Kyle, under the pretense of neutralizing the potion, demanded a kiss so deep it left no room for refusal.
Perhaps it was the potion’s effect driving him, or maybe it was something else entirely, but his movements were so desperate and insistent that I found myself breathless, my head growing light as I struggled to keep up.
Before I knew it, he had lifted me from his lap, carrying me effortlessly to the bed. My back sank into the plush covers, but Kyle’s lips never left mine. He continued to steal my breath, my saliva, and my composure, leaving me utterly disoriented.
“Haah… Lyn…”
Breaking away from the frenzied kiss, Kyle began trailing downward. My mind, still foggy from the intensity of it all, struggled to register what he was doing.
Before I could fully process it, he had already tugged down the loose neckline of my chemise, exposing my bare chest. Without hesitation, he latched onto one breast, sucking hungrily.
“K-Kyle, what are you…” I stammered, my voice trembling with both disbelief and something else I couldn’t name.
Instead of replying, Kyle glanced up at me briefly, his crimson eyes sharp and questioning as if silently asking, Isn’t this fine? Then, without waiting for a response, he sucked harder, drawing my nipple deeper into his mouth.
His other hand moved to the opposite breast, kneading and teasing it mercilessly. His fingers trailed along the sensitive underside, pinching and rubbing the hardened peak with precision, as if determined to drive me mad.
The sensation was overwhelming—his hot mouth, the firm pull of his lips, the slick warmth of his tongue circling and flicking over the sensitive tip. It sent jolts of pleasure radiating outward, making my back arch involuntarily.
“Ahh… hngh…!” I couldn’t suppress the sounds spilling from my lips as he switched to the other side, giving it the same relentless attention.
His hand, now slick with moisture from his earlier ministrations, returned to the first breast, rubbing and squeezing as his mouth worked over the second. The wet, lewd sounds of his tongue and lips filled the room, mingling with my unsteady breaths.
Every movement, every touch, sent a tingling current down my spine, pooling heat low in my belly. My body, betraying me entirely, began to react, my hips shifting slightly of their own accord as waves of sensation washed over me.
“Just hold on a bit… I’ll kiss you down here too,” Kyle murmured, his voice thick with desire as he alternated between my breasts, sucking and teasing them greedily.
At the same time, his hand crept downward, slowly lifting the hem of my chemise. The fabric, which had once draped modestly to my knees, now slid higher—over my thighs, past my hips, and then up to my waist, until it bunched just beneath my chest.
“Kyle…!” I cried out, my voice sharp with both panic and confusion.
“You’re so beautiful… so, so beautiful…” he murmured, his crimson eyes fixed on me with an intensity that made my breath hitch.
In the blink of an eye, the only part of my body still covered was the crumpled bit of fabric beneath my breasts. The sudden exposure left me gasping, a startled, high-pitched cry escaping my lips as my body instinctively tensed.
But Kyle paid no mind to my protests. He pressed his lips to my bare stomach, his touch reverent as if savoring every inch of exposed skin. His hands slid along my sides, palms brushing against my ribs and waist, while his lips scattered kisses across my belly.
Chup, chup, chup. Soft kisses landed on my navel and the jut of my hipbones.
His actions carried an almost devout attention, as though this was something he’d been longing for—an inevitability. Though he’d touched me night after night for the past ten days, he had never ventured beneath my clothes until now.
And yet, now that he had crossed that boundary, he did so with alarming ease.
One hand slipped beneath the waistband of my undergarments, fingers tracing the curve of my backside before deftly pulling the thin, semi-transparent fabric down. With one smooth motion, the last barrier between us was gone.
It all happened so quickly.
Just moments ago, Kyle had been holding up the vial of Tickle-Tickle Potion, teasing me as if it were a mere jest. And yet now, as if it had all been preordained, I found myself fully exposed before him, stripped of both clothing and pretense.
It felt as though this moment had been meticulously planned, everything falling into place with unsettling fluidity.
Kyle had already pried my legs apart, pressing them firmly to either side. His crimson eyes gleamed with an intensity that sent shivers racing up my spine. His gaze was utterly indecent, the kind that made me feel completely laid bare—not just in body but in soul.
The cold air brushed against the damp heat between my thighs, drawing a sharp breath from my lips.
“K-Kyle, wait, this isn’t—” I tried to speak, my voice shaky and weak.
“You always said it, didn’t you? Called me dirty.”
His words carried a bitter edge, but his voice was calm, almost resigned.
Kyle’s eyes dropped lower, and I followed his gaze with dawning horror, realizing exactly where he was looking.
Reflexively, I tried to close my legs, to shield myself from his probing stare, but his firm grip prevented it. His hands were unyielding as they held me open, his fingers pressing into the soft flesh of my inner thighs.
Then, with deliberate slowness, he reached down and used his thumbs to spread me even further, exposing the tender, hidden folds between my legs.
The sudden chill against skin that had never seen the light of day made me gasp, my whole body trembling at the unfamiliar sensation.
Haa…
Kyle’s gaze darkened as he stared, utterly fixated. His eyes roamed over the exposed flesh, taking in every detail with an intensity that made my skin burn. I could almost feel the weight of his stare, like he was tracing every line, every fold, and every quiver of my most vulnerable self.
And then, his gaze settled—stopping at a single point as though he had found exactly what he was looking for.
The spot he was fixated on was unmistakable.
As Kyle’s unwavering gaze lingered on that most intimate place, it felt as though his eyes alone were touching me, tracing every delicate fold. The sensation was so vivid, so overwhelming, that I unconsciously felt myself twitch under the weight of his attention.
Then he spoke, his voice low and commanding.
“Feel it directly.”
“Hnnngh…!”
Before I could react, Kyle lowered his head and pressed his face against me.
His tongue dragged slowly, firmly along my slit, the flat of it broad and unrelenting. The slick warmth of his tongue sent a shockwave through my body, making my hips jerk involuntarily.
Below me, Kyle’s face was painted with an expression of pure satisfaction. His lips, perfectly shaped and slightly parted, glistened in the dim light. Then, as if savoring the moment, his crimson tongue flicked out, slowly sweeping across his lips, tasting what lingered there.
“This,” he murmured, his voice low and dripping with something dark, “is what real filth looks like.”
The stark contrast between his pale skin and the vivid red of his lips and tongue made the sight unbearably indecent. The unabashed hunger in his eyes as he stared up at me only heightened the raw intimacy of the moment, leaving me frozen, unable to look away.
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Ichoosethesiblingroute
Bruuu there’s a potion like that? Is it even the real one?