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Chapter 17: The Prophetess and the Potion of Sin
The dream was a suffocating swirl of neon light and heavy, floral perfume. In the haze of her prophetic vision, Cassandra saw the Entertainment District—Orario's pulsing heart of desire—and a book. It wasn't just any book; it was a profane manuscript that detailed a series of carnal, unholy acts between a white rabbit and a girl who saw too much.
She woke with her heart hammering a frantic rhythm against her ribs. The oracle's warnings were never wrong, and this one felt like a heavy stone in the pit of her stomach. Despite the fear gnawing at her, or perhaps because of it, Cassandra found herself slipping out of the Miach Familia home alone, her footsteps leading her toward the very place she feared most: the Pleasure Quarter.
The district was a sensory assault. The air was thick with the scent of expensive oils and the low, suggestive murmurs of those who lived in the shadows. Following the fragmented images of her dream, she bypassed the grander, more boisterous brothels, weaving her way into a secluded, dimly lit corner.
There, tucked away in the gloom, was a small, unassuming stall. And there, exactly as the vision had foretold, sat the book.
"Well, well. Welcome to my little corner of the world," a voice chirped.
Cassandra jumped, her eyes landing on the woman behind the table. She was a striking figure, dressed in charcoal robes that seemed to swallow the dim light, with hair the color of morning mist. She looked up with a playful, sharp-eyed grin.
"Ah... that book..." Cassandra stammered, pointing a trembling finger at the display.
"Hmm? Wait a second..." The woman tilted her head, her gaze sweeping over Cassandra with professional interest. "Are you 'Pessimist Mirabilis'? Did the rumors bring you here to arrest me, too?"
"Arrest? No... I... I had a vision."
The stall was adorned with a small sign that read NEW RELEASE. Below it sat a stack of books with a cover that made Cassandra's breath hitch. It depicted herself and Bell Cranel, their faces so close their lips were a mere breath away from a scandalous collision. There were other books—some featuring Bell with women she recognized, others she didn't—but her hand moved as if possessed toward the one featuring her own likeness.
"Thank you for your patronage!" the author said, accepting the Valis with a wink.
"Did... did you write this?"
"Guilty as charged. I know, I know—using real people as models is a bit of a legal gray area, but there's no copyright in the lower world! Call it a 'celebrity tax' and enjoy the read ♪"
Cassandra could only nod weakly. Even through her embarrassment, she couldn't help but notice how beautiful the author was; she had a mischievous charm that made it hard to stay angry. With the book clutched to her chest like a forbidden relic, Cassandra hurried back to the safety of her room.
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Once the door was locked and the lamp was lit, she collapsed onto her bed and opened the first page.
The story began with Naaza, the captain of the Miach Familia, hunched over a bubbling cauldron. Her face was twisted into a look of sheer, obsessive focus—the expression of a woman who had finally reached her breaking point.
Finally... it's done... a potion that will make that dense, beautiful idiot Miach-sama... fall for me instantly...
"What are you doing, Naaza-san...?" Cassandra whispered to the empty room. A small, nervous smile tugged at her lips. It was a ridiculous premise, yet knowing her captain's long-suffering devotion, it felt dangerously plausible.
In the book, Naaza poured a shimmering pink liquid into two flasks. She took one, leaving the second bottle on the shelf as she rushed out to find their god. That was when the fictional Cassandra entered the shop, just as a battered Bell Cranel stumbled through the door.
U-Um, do you have any potions left?
Bell-san!? What happened to you? Look at that wound!
Bell was bleeding from a deep gash on his shoulder. In a panic, the fictional Cassandra grabbed the pink flask, mistaking it for high-grade medicine, and urged him to drink it. Bell, trusting her implicitly, downed the liquid in one go. While he realized almost immediately it wasn't a standard potion, he stayed for tea while he recovered—and that was when the drug took hold.
Guh... haah...!?
Bell-san!?
"Wait, what!?" the real Cassandra squeaked, her eyes glued to the text.
In the story, Bell dropped his teacup, clutching his chest as his face flushed a deep, feverish crimson. Cassandra rushed to his side, terrified she had accidentally poisoned him, but Bell collapsed against her with a glazed, tranced expression.
Something's wrong, Cassandra-san. I feel... so hot suddenly. My heart won't stop pounding... ♡
I'll get an antidote! Stay—
Cassandra's gaze in the book froze, drawn toward the prominent, undeniable bulge stretching the fabric of Bell's trousers. The realization hit her like a physical blow: she had given him a powerful aphrodisiac.
"Bell-san's... thing..."
The real Cassandra swallowed hard, her throat suddenly dry. She turned the page with trembling fingers. The illustration showed her moving a panting Bell to the bed, loosening his collar in a desperate attempt to help him breathe.
Ah!
With him lying flat, the "problem" became even more pronounced. In the narrative, Cassandra's hands moved toward his belt as if guided by instinct, her mind spinning with a dozen flimsy excuses about "medical necessity" and "relieving the pressure".
This is... Bell-san's...!?
The next two-page spread was a masterpiece of scandal. Released from his trousers, the "Almiraj" had seemingly shed its skin to reveal a "Minotaur". It was a magnificent, imposing sight that seemed entirely at odds with the boy's innocent face.
Cassandra... san. Don't... don't look...!!
...It's okay, Bell-san. I'll... I'll take responsibility and treat you.
With a look of terrified determination, the fictional Cassandra reached out, her fingertips grazing the heated tip. Every time she touched him, Bell's body jolted, his extreme sensitivity only fueling her own curiosity.
Does... does it hurt?
—っ♡
"No way, no way! EEEEEEH!?"
The real Cassandra shrieked, thrashing around on her bed in a fit of embarrassment before forcing herself to keep reading. The "treatment" had moved past mere observation.
Nsh... nsh... ♡
Cassandra-san, I... I'm...! ♡
"——!"
The prose described the fictional Cassandra's movements with an expertise the real one couldn't fathom. She watched as her fictional self brought Bell to a violent, shuddering climax.
Ngh!! ♡
Kyaa!?
"So this is... Bell-san's..."
A splash of white liquid, the exact color of the boy's hair, coated the fictional Cassandra. Even though she was perfectly clean in reality, the vividness of the description made the real Cassandra's heart race. But the story wasn't over; despite finishing once, Bell remained active, and the fictional Cassandra began to shed her own clothes.
I don't want to ruin my clothes any further...
I'm sorry, Cassandra-san.
Naked and facing each other on the bed, the atmosphere was thick with inevitability. Bell moved first, pinning her down with a gaze that reminded her more of a beast than a rabbit. He leaned in, his lips inches from hers.
"A kiss with Bell-san... that would be so nice," Cassandra whispered, a pang of genuine jealousy hitting her. She closed her eyes, imagining the sensation, but as the lips in the book met, she slammed the volume shut.
"Awawawa...!!"
The "medical treatment" had been one thing, but the intimacy of a kiss felt too real to look at. She wrestled with herself for several minutes before curiosity won out again. She opened the book to the next page, peering through the smallest gap between her fingers.
Nnh... Cassandra-hyan... ♡
Amu... Bell-hyan... ♡
It was a full page of intense, deep kissing—multiple panels showing different angles. When they finally pulled apart, a glistening thread of saliva connected them.
(Wait... why do I feel so strange? Ah, I see... Bell-san's breath carries the scent of that pink potion. The aphrodisiac is spreading to me through the kiss...)
"Spreading through a kiss? If Naaza-san saw this, she'd actually try to make it..."
Bell-san. This is... my first time. Please... be gentle... ♡
I understand. It's my first time too... but I'll try my best not to hurt you.
"H-He's really going to do it!?"
Cassandra hugged her pillow tight, her eyes glued to the page as her fictional self spread her legs for the hovering Bell.
Relax... please...
...Ngh... Ah... ♡
"H-He's inside."
In the world of the book, Cassandra had traded her maidenhood for the experience of being loved by Bell Cranel. She felt a complicated mix of melancholy and sheer, unadulterated thrill. As Bell began to move, the book described Cassandra letting out a cry that sounded more like a siren than a healer. They moved slowly, their senses heightened by the drug, savoring every inch of contact.
...Cassandra-san. I'm going to— ♡
It's okay. Don't pull out. Today is... a safe day... ♡
She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper. Bell finished with a massive splash inside her.
Haah... haah... so much came out... ♡
"If he releases that much... wouldn't I get pregnant?"
The real Cassandra felt a sudden, sharp throb deep in her womb. But the book still had pages left. She turned to find her fictional self already begging for a second round as Bell's "Minotaur" showed no signs of retreating.
The next few pages were a blur of "mating rabbit" energy, showing a transformed Bell taking charge and "breaking" her. Finally, as the potion wore off, the Minotaur settled back into a peaceful Almiraj, and the two fell asleep in each other's arms.
"That was... incredible..."
Cassandra sat up, feeling lightheaded and uncomfortably damp. She realized she needed to change immediately. She stood up to head for the washroom, but a sudden, sharp knocking at the front door stopped her.
Thinking it might be a late-night customer, she hurriedly straightened her hair and clothes before opening the door.
"Yes? Coming!"
"Ah, I knew I'd find it here."
Standing on the doorstep was a woman Cassandra didn't recognize. She looked Cassandra up and down with a bright, knowing smile.
"Excuse me. Do you happen to sell that pink potion here? The one that makes men go into heat?"
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