My Magical Girl System

Chapter 157: A Fair Exchange

The taste of the poison was bitter and metallic, but underneath it, Andrey caught the faint, sweet scent of Lumy’s skin, a clean feminine fragrance mixed with a hint of her natural body scent. It was surprisingly intoxicating, making his focus waver for a moment.

He shook his head slightly and continued sucking harder, drawing out the dark venom and spitting it onto the ground beside them. Lumy gripped his shoulder tightly, her breathing ragged.

In her mind, she repeated like a mantra:

’This is only to remove the poison... This is only medical... My heart belongs to Felix... only Felix...’

Even so, soft, pained moans continued to slip from her mouth every time Andrey sucked on the sensitive area.

"Ah... mmh... Andrey..." she whispered weakly, her voice trembling.

The wound was very close to her most private part. Every time Andrey moved his mouth to draw out more poison, his lips and breath brushed against the edge of her inner thigh, dangerously close to her crotch. Lumy’s body shivered involuntarily, a mix of pain and an unwanted warmth spreading through her.

Andrey tried to stay focused, but the combination of her scent, the softness of her skin, and her quiet moans made it increasingly difficult. He sucked harder, drawing out another mouthful of poisoned blood and spitting it away.

Lumy’s grip on his shoulder tightened. Her thighs trembled slightly as she fought to stay still.

’Just poison removal... nothing more...’ she thought desperately, her face burning with embarrassment and lingering pain.

Andrey pulled back for a moment to catch his breath, his lips glistening. He looked at the wound, the swelling had decreased slightly, but the poison was still spreading slowly.

"...I need to keep going," he said quietly, voice a little rougher than before.

Lumy bit her lip and gave a small, reluctant nod, her cheeks flushed.

Andrey pressed his mouth more firmly against the swollen wound on Lumy’s inner thigh and sucked harder. He could feel the thick, bitter poison flowing into his mouth. He drew it out aggressively, spitting it aside repeatedly.

Lumy’s breathing grew heavier. Her body trembled uncontrollably as Andrey’s lips and tongue worked on the sensitive, intimate area so close to her core.

"Nngh... haa... Andrey..." she moaned softly, her voice shaky and slightly erotic. Her thighs quivered, and she could feel herself getting wetter despite the pain. A shameful warmth spread between her legs as his hot breath and mouth continued stimulating the area around her wound.

Andrey kept going, sucking deeper and more intensely to extract every last drop of venom. His lips occasionally brushed against the edge of her panties, making Lumy bite her lip hard to suppress a moan.

After several long, intense minutes, Andrey finally pulled back. He spat out the last mouthful of poison and wiped his lips.

"...It’s done. I think I got most of it out."

Lumy was breathing heavily, her face flushed red. Her dark pencil skirt was badly torn from the earlier attack, the fabric ripped high up her thigh, exposing most of her smooth skin and the black lace panties underneath. She looked incredibly vulnerable and erotic in that state.

She looked at Andrey with hazy eyes and whispered breathlessly, her voice carrying an unintentionally seductive tone:

"...Thank you... Andrey... haa... you sucked it out so intensely... I feel... a little better now..."

Andrey’s gaze lingered for a moment on her exposed thigh and torn skirt. He felt a surge of arousal despite the situation.

But then he suddenly frowned. A burning sensation spread across his back and shoulder where he had been attacked earlier. He reached back and felt the wound, it was swelling and turning purple. The poison had entered his body too.

"Shit... I’m poisoned as well," he muttered.

Lumy’s eyes widened. She sat up slightly, still breathing heavily, and looked at him with concern.

"...Then let me help you," she said, her voice still a little hoarse. "It’s only fair. I’ll... extract it for you."

She slowly moved closer, her torn skirt riding up even higher as she reached for him. Her cheeks were still flushed, and her eyes held a mix of gratitude, embarrassment, and something else she was trying to suppress.

Andrey looked at her, the situation suddenly becoming even more complicated.

Lumy moved behind Andrey without hesitation. She knelt down and gently pulled up the back of his torn shirt, exposing the deep, swollen wound on his upper back and shoulder. The area was already turning a dangerous shade of purple.

Without saying anything, she leaned in, pressed her soft lips against the wound, and began sucking out the poison.

Andrey tensed immediately. A low grunt escaped his throat as he felt the warm, wet sensation of Lumy’s mouth on his skin.

Lumy’s mind was in turmoil.

’His body... it’s so firm and masculine... The aroma of a man’s body... This is dangerous... It’s making me feel even stranger...’

She tried to focus only on extracting the poison, but every time she sucked, her lips and tongue brushed against his firm back muscles. The heat from his skin and the subtle scent of his sweat made her cheeks burn hotter.

"Mmmh..." she hummed softly as she sucked harder, drawing out the dark venom and spitting it onto the ground.

Andrey clenched his jaw. Lumy’s mouth was unexpectedly warm and soft, a stark contrast to her usual cold, serious demeanor. The feeling of her hot breath and wet lips against his bare skin sent a rush of blood downward.

His cock began to harden again inside his pants, twitching noticeably.

’Her mouth... it’s so warm... Even though her face is always so cold...’

Lumy continued sucking diligently, moving her lips across the wound to make sure she got every trace of poison. Her hands rested on his muscular back for support, feeling the hard lines of his physique.

After several long, intense minutes, Lumy finally pulled back. She spat out the last mouthful of poison and wiped her lips with the back of her hand, breathing heavily.

"...I think... I got it all," she said, her voice slightly hoarse and breathless.

She looked at Andrey’s back. The swelling had gone down significantly, though the area was still red and raw.

Andrey remained silent for a moment, trying to calm his body’s reaction. His erection was now fully hard, straining against his pants. He slowly turned around to face her.

Their eyes met in the dim space inside the hollow tree. Both of them were breathing heavily, the air between them thick with tension and unspoken desire.

Lumy’s cheeks were flushed. She quickly looked away, trying to hide her embarrassment.

Andrey’s voice came out low and a little rough:

"...Thank you."