The Love Potion (Yuri) (Slightly Lewd)

After the school festival went so well, Monika decided that we should do another event to keep the momentum going. And like last time, I find myself helping Yuri make decorations. But somehow…I feel uneasy. We’d had a good mood going the last time, but after the festival, nothing really came of it. And the longer we went without saying anything, the harder it got to bring up. We’d even been talking less in club, and the book we were reading together had sat unfinished for weeks.  Maybe I’d misunderstood things? At any rate, with this kind of atmosphere, being alone with her for a whole afternoon didn’t sound anywhere near as exciting as it should.

Yuri arrives right on time, and despite my misgivings, everything goes normally. I show her to my room, and she happily lays out her plans for decorating the club room. While many of the basic ideas are the same, she wants to change up the details, to keep things from feeling stale.

“…so to that end, I was hoping you could help me pick out a different scent.” Yuri produces a small box containing several vials of differently-colored oils.

“We had…jasmine last time, yeah?”

“That’s right. Hmm…” Yuri begins sifting through the bottles. “Lavender would be relaxing too, but maybe it would be better to go with eucalyptus, for energy?”

A bottle with a hand-drawn label catches my attention. There are no words to describe the pinkish oil inside, just a heart drawn in marker.

“Yuri, what’s this?”

“Eep!” Yuri jumps, her dignity momentarily lost as she notices me holding the vial. “That’s nothing, Anon, really, we can’t use that one…” Trying to look casual, she reaches out to take it back. I pull away, my curiosity piqued.

“That’s fine, I just want to know what it is. What’s with the weird label?”

“Like I said, it’s nothing…” Yuri reaches out to take it again, but I refuse to budge. Seeing that this fight is going nowhere, she relents, settling back onto her knees and nervously fidgeting with her hair. “…you promise you won’t tell anyone?”

“Is…is it that bad?”

“It’s just…really embarrassing, that’s all.” Still fussing with her hair, she can’t even bring herself to look me in the eye. “Um, well…about a year ago, I went through a bit of…an occult phase…”

An ‘occult phase’? That did sound a little embarrassing, but given her literary tastes, it wasn’t all that surprising. “That’s nothing to be—“

“No, that’s….well, it was around Valentine’s day, and I was feeling…lonely…and decided to look up how to make a…” Yuri’s face is bright red, and she can barely bring herself to finish her sentence. “…a…love potion…”

It takes everything in my power to suppress a laugh. I’m not really judging her for it, but, well, I can see why it would be embarrassing. She looks mortified, though, so I do my best to compose myself. “So…uh, you mixed this yourself?”

“...Yes. I’ve never even used it though.”

A slightly wicked thought takes hold in my mind.

“So you don’t even really know what it smells like?”

“No…”

“Well, why don’t we find out?” I uncap the bottle and pour a little into the diffuser while Yuri processes what I’ve just said.

“Anon! You can’t…” Yuri starts to protest, but then reluctantly returns her attention to the art supplies she’s laid out. “Well, now we’ll have to put aside the scent question until we’ve burned through that……in any case, I was thinking for the streamers, we could…”

I feel a little bad teasing her like that. Yuri’s so shy, putting her on the spot probably wasn’t the best move. I decide to be a good partner and focus on her instructions.

For some reason, though, my attention keeps drifting. The scent wafting through my room is actually quite…nice? I don’t really know all that much about this kind of thing, but it seems like it turned out pretty well for something she made herself. The aroma is heavy, floral…maybe a little too fragrant for something like a club event, though, it’s really…distracting.

I turn my focus back to Yuri as she shows me how to fold the paper. I can’t seem to get my head in the game, though, and instead find my gaze drawn to her chest as it rises and falls.

“…Anon. Anon? Are you alright?”

I snap back to attention. “Yeah, sorry, I just kind of spaced out there for a moment…” I’m worried she’ll be mad at me for staring, but instead she looks concerned, and a little…flushed? It is getting really warm in here. I briefly consider getting up to turn down the thermostat, but as Yuri leans closer, I find myself preoccupied with her hair. Something about the way it drapes over her shoulders is really…bewitching…

“Anon, you’re starting to worry me…” Yuri’s one to talk; she’s practically glowing red now, and her breathing has become slower, more labored…

“I think it might just be the oil…it’s really, uh, potent…” I stumble over my words as Yuri draws even closer. She’s practically leaning against me now.

“Yes…it’s almost……overwhelming…” Yuri lets out a long sigh and falls into me, the shift in balance sending us both to the floor. I meet her half-lidded eyes, and for a single, electric moment, the world is completely still. Our breathing falls in sync, and before I can even properly process what’s happening, she draws me into a deep kiss. She doesn’t waste any time getting her tongue involved, leading my own in a hot, wet tango. It’s…incredible, but…

“Yuri, maybe we shouldn’t…”

“Shut up.”

Her bluntness is startling, but seeing her so assertive is maddeningly erotic. I try to collect myself, but she rises off  me and pulls her sweater up and over her head, treating me to the breathtaking sight of her breasts gently straining against a lacy black bra.

With a wild look in her eyes, she descends on me again, pulling me into another messy kiss. After an eternity, I break away, but she pulls me back in with an insistent whimper. Inhibition crumbles and I relent, losing myself in the sensation of our bodies pressing together. My hands explore every inch, every curve of her exposed skin, tracing lines from the back of her neck to just below her waistline. Her hair is….everywhere, tangled between every part of us, the scent of her shampoo forming an intoxicating medley with the diffused oil in the air. Every bit of skin her fingers dance over becomes an erogenous zone, and I feel so good it’s like I’m going to lose my mind…

HSSSSZT!

A short hissing brings us back to our senses. At some point, we must have knocked over the diffuser, and the heating element is sizzling after being splashed with what little remained of the oil. Blushing furiously, Yuri grabs her sweater and holds it to her chest in a half-hearted attempt to cover herself.

“I’m…I’m so sorry, Anon, I…didn’t mean for things to move this fast, but sometimes my emotions get a little…intense…” The confident succubus of just a few moments earlier disappeared almost completely. “I mean, not that, um, I wasn’t enjoying myself, but…I just don’t think we’re ready to…”

“No, it’s fine, you’re right. And besides, it’s not like it’s your fault or anything...” I could hardly believe what I was about to say, but…it was the only explanation that made any sense. “I mean, it was all the love potion…”

Yuri’s giving me a strange look. She seems almost…baffled?

“Anon…there’s no such thing as a ‘love potion’. I got the recipe from an old book on the occult, but…it’s just rosewater mixed with lavender and a little almond extract…everything we did just now…” Yuri’s face softens into a sheepish smile, “…was of our own…volition…”

*fin*