My Heroic Life

"Do you think that I will believe you when you say that? You still play this game with me now? I tell you, I won't believe a word in your mouth now!"

"Well, it's really too difficult for you to trust me now, and I didn't intend to convince you just like that, but... medicine can't lie, right?"

"..."

Skaha picked up the Elixir of Love on the table and shook it. Roland glanced at her and fell silent.

The elixir of love. Although this alchemy potion that is expressly prohibited from circulation is strong, it also has a prerequisite. As mentioned before, this thing is only an accelerator. It is impossible for one person to fall in love with another after drinking it. Alone.

Simply put, you can't make things out of nothing.

Skaha reacted after drinking this thing, and when the diluted dose was not large, then there was only one possibility, and that was that she herself had a deep love for Roland, so she ran away just a little bit.

"People always don't know their own heart. Originally, I thought that the amount would last for a while, but I couldn't control it at all."

Skaha hooked Roland's neck and exhaled in his ear:

"Even if you don't trust me, you can't deny the boiling love in my body. This medicine is the best test agent."

"...So what, I don't like you, can you please stay away from me?"

"Do you really like it? I'm afraid it's just you forcing yourself to dislike it?"

Skaha licked his lips while asking, as if thinking about how to taste delicious things.

"Lan, I know you better than you think. Your bottom line is war and death, so I deliberately avoided these this time. You may be angry at me, but you won't hate me."

"Although it is a little boastful to say that, but my body is the type you like. When you wake up, your eyesight is very strong."

"!"

Skaha's words made Roland's flushed face suddenly even more red. The boy wanted to turn his head, but Skaha's face was fixed.

"Well, how about we make a bet?"

"what?"

"In the next ten minutes, if you kiss me actively, even if you lose, I won't be polite, but if not, even if I lose, I will let you go today. What do you think?"

"Oh, I take the initiative? It's really funny, your brain is pretty funny? It's a deal!"

Roland, in a state of brain congestion, saw the hope of escaping the clutches and decisively agreed to the bet. Skaha smiled, stretched out his hand and snapped his fingers, and the light and shadow of a clock appeared in the air.

"Okay, then ten minutes, the timing will begin."

The second hand on the clock moved under Skaha's instructions. The purple-haired beauty lowered her body to close to the boy's cheek, stopped in front of Roland's lips, and maintained a one-centimeter gap between kiss and non-kiss.

"You, what are you doing?"

"It's nothing, just want to do this. I wouldn't win if you didn't take the initiative, so you just have to hold back."

"..."

Scarha narrowed her red pupils provocatively, and she started the offensive, while Roland was enduring desperately.

The soft squeeze brings warmth, and the scorching breath makes the body surprisingly itchy. Skaha’s body is getting closer and closer. A pair of red pupils are moist and with infinite affection, and their lips are slightly shaken. Will get closer, Roland can even feel the warmth on the lips of the beauty.

In this silent and cold room, there seemed to be a sweet and greasy heat near the chairs where Scarha and Roland were. In this atmosphere, Roland’s eyes became more and more blurred, and the final victory was decided. It was the elixir of love that Skaha forcibly fed the boy just now.

Simply put, it's getting stronger.

Under the catalysis of the half bottle of potion, Roland finally couldn't stand the feeling of being ridiculous, only a second of absent-mindedness decided the outcome.

"!"

The sober boy wanted to leave the moment his lips touched, but everything was over. Skaha pressed Roland's head, and the long-term lure of the enemy deepened her to the limit.

The war of love has begun.

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Since ancient times, Orientals have often engaged in other activities to add to their fun, such as talent performances at receptions, ancient poems and even sword dances, and boxing games and wine making are also popular today.

In the West, wine plays more of a role as a drink. Red wine is often tasted like a work of art. Most Westerners drink only purely, and some people even owe it to chat.

There is no doubt that there are differences and collisions between Eastern and Western cultures in the area of ​​wine, but not necessarily in more basic things, such as reproduction activities.

From ancient times to the present, there have been records of seeing small pictures first to increase the interest in ancient times around the world. In modern society, small pictures have become documentaries. To be honest, Roland once fantasized about this scene during so many years of being a single dog. But what he didn't expect was that when it was his turn, he really watched documentaries.

On the big canopy bed where Roland first woke up, the long black-haired teenager was panting violently. His hot body and flushed skin all told how intense exercise he had just experienced.

The body was exhausted, as if it was hollowed out, but Mr. Roland's brain did not go down, but was forced to run at high speed.

Skaha really played him a movie every time after the end, but it was not played in any form of media, but played directly in the mind of magic, and the content was what Skaha had seen before.

As for why magic works on Roland, the question is simple. Roland is not immune to magic but assimilation. This takes time, so... as long as he goes deep enough, he can see some of it.

Of course, I just saw some, what should I do if I want to see it again?

Ha ha, then start over again.

Roland didn't know how long it had been since that dinner, but he knew that he was too tired to get up if he hadn't finished watching half of the film now.

"Although it is much better than ordinary people, it's a bit worse for me at this level."

On the big bed, Skaha was lying on the boy's body, with fingers drawn in circles around his body, while Roland, who heard this statement almost like "You are not good", blushed and protested fiercely.

"That's because I am in bad condition! If I am in good condition, I will definitely make you cry!"

"Hehe, although I know you are brave, but the unexpected feeling is quite cute."

Skaha seemed to smile like he couldn't help, making the man even more irritated for a while. Seeing this, the woman seemed to be afraid that the man might misunderstand it. She suppressed her laugh and asked:

"But now, after seeing my clairvoyance, you can probably believe my words?"

"..."

Skaha's words made Roland silent. He recalled the record he had just seen, turning his head and saying:

"It's just this little evidence. It's too early to convince me that your record is false."

"That's right, I didn't think it would be so easy to make you believe me."

Skaha nodded, seeming to agree with Roland's words as if understanding, she straightened up, crawled to the bedside to open the cabinet, and turned back with something.

In the dim bedroom, Roland squinted his eyes and looked at it carefully. In the dim light from outside the window, the glass bottle in Skaha's hand reflected a few rays of light, and the shape of the heart-shaped bottle mouth was so remarkable. People are familiar with the red liquid inside and Skaha's glowing pupils complement each other.

"Boom!"