A dick grew. Yes, that's right, I got my cock back, but the problem is I'm not alone in this bathhouse anymore. Just when I suspected movement in my groin, another person opened the door and slowly walked across the marble floor. I raised my head to look and... it was Lysette, the same Lysette I accidentally scared away earlier!
I have no idea why she came in and is bathing at this hour. Didn't she recognize who I am? Girl, I literally almost hit you with a laser beam from my eyes in the training room!
Alright, let's just calm down... This mast between my legs won't lower its sail, ever! Worse still, I can see almost all of Lysette's body because we're both naked, so that just gives this thing more motivation to stand up. I never thought that the moment I would be happy to get my dick back, I would be so angry because I can't control it properly! This is a problem, a huge problem that could get me expelled if noticed!
I don't even want to imagine what would happen if I were caught with an erection in the middle of the corridor, or worse, if she reported me for indecent exposure! My breathing gets that uncontrolled way again, even in the cold water, the heat still rises and twists inside me. I don't know if it's anxiety, the potion's side effect, or literally Aubry's body reacting to sexual stimulus, but whatever it is, please, just try to control it!
I swallow hard, diverting my head in the opposite direction from Lysette, who is brushing her hair and soaping up the front of a long mirror. The water vapor rises and clings to her skin, tormenting my two heads that are about to explode.
I swear by all that is sacred, I've never been so... horny as I am now. It's as if my sensitivity has been turned up to the maximum, and even contact with the pool water has some effect. Doing breathing exercises or anything like that won't help, it will stay the same!
I hear a movement next to me. Lysette is standing, walking towards the pool. As she walks, I make sure to hide the dragon emerging from the cave with my hand.
She slides into the water with the calmness of someone who has no idea of the absolute chaos she is causing, then sits down beside me. The glow of the steam outlining her skin creates a piece of art worthy of a gallery, forcing me to lock my eyes on the pair of breasts well hidden by the foam. I pressed my hand between my legs, rigid, firm, as if it were possible to shove elven pride itself back inside just by sheer willpower.
And then... nothing, just silence. The moment was so quiet that you could even hear the sound of the pool surface trembling, along with Lysette's fingers tracing circles in the water.
This is without mentioning the pulsing traitor between my legs, that insists on living a life of its own.
Why did you decide to come now? I know you're a magic knight and sweat a lot during training, but why take a bath at night when it's already so cold because of winter?!
When I risked a sidelong glance, I realized she was observing me. My damn cheeks burned with shame, and I was sure they were ruby red, giving everything away. My... member didn't help at all, growing a little more under the water, like an eel about to strike its prey.
"Ly..."
I caught my tongue at the last moment. I don't know her name in this context, damn it! How can I strike up a conversation like that?!? My inner desire is to say "sorry" because of that moment in the training room, but my entire race screams one sentence in unison inside my head:
"NEVER APOLOGIZE."
And because of those voices, this Aubry made me zip up my mouth.
Lysette raises an eyebrow. There's a graceful way about this woman, it must be because she has chiseled abs, she's muscular, with calloused hands that would attract any gender... Wait, did I start rambling? Have Aubry's thoughts started infiltrating and mixing with mine?!?
"Are you... alright?" she said, sending shivers down my spine.
I take a deep breath, trying to appear haughty, trying to seem superior, trying to be anything other than an elf about to pass out from horniness and shame.
"Me? Tense? Pff." I replied, with an arrogant air, worthy of the worst heiresses of elven clans. "You are imagining things. I... just wasn't expecting company."
"Are you sure? Your face is very red."
"I am completely fine, it's just because of the drink I had earlier! There's nothing wrong."
There wasn't even alcohol there, you idiot, how the hell would you get drunk?!?
"I can... take you to the infirmary if you'd like."
That question hit me like Cupid's arrow. It shouldn't have had such an effect, but it increased my heart rate by at least 10 beats just by those words being uttered. Now, looking at Lysette, there are petals surrounding her and a pink effect appears out of nowhere, raising the level of attraction in an alarming way.
I clear my throat, managing to return to myself a little... or to Aubry, or whatever the hell this all works!
"You ask too many questions for someone who... who shouldn't butt in" I say, looking away but unable to prevent the voice from trembling with tension. "But... I must say... you fight very well, from what I saw earlier."
Lysette widened her eyes a little, surprised. I could feel the blood exploding in my ears. Did I compliment her, seriously? It was kind of twisted compared to normal circumstances, but it was still a compliment. That admiration that Aubry denies is somehow almost exploding in my throat, wrapped in a tight knot.
This means that... Oh, I understand everything now. The letter, the conversation with the other elf at the party, this strange sensation in my chest... it's all a sign that Aubry is attracted to her!
I want to run away from here, I don't do well with this kind of development! Let's try it on three, keep your hands hiding that thing!
One, two, three!
When I moved my leg, the water shifted, and... she saw it. Lysette frowned, then looked down, then back at me, and then down again.
"Why did you... bring a sword to the bath?"
My heart stops. The water won't stop heating my skin, I feel like I'm going to explode from all the blood pumping through my red ears and face from shame.
Lysette, with that saintly face, delivers the final blow:
"That... isn't a sword, is it?"
It's over. My life in this institute is over. I wanted to sink into the sea and never be found again.
"...No."