Closing the book and putting everything back in the box did nothing to diminish the unease that had settled within me. Losing complete control over your own body is terrifying, especially when you know the thing or person controlling you is going to mess things up.
That magic was far too dangerous and completely unlike anything conventional, but the more I reflected, the more I realized it would be impossible for this elf to control. I don't fully understand the anatomy and social system of elves, but I was certain of one thing: Aubrey is definitely a hormonal teenager!
The mere idea that Aubrey's body operated according to ancestral elven rules created by a bunch of nymphomaniacs scares me, because then I can do nothing but despair and watch the shit hit the fan.
I can try to pretend to be sensible and tell myself it was part of the culture of this exotic people, but that is highly irresponsible. What would she do if Lysette got pregnant? Do elves even have a system for defining these things? Are you forced to marry? I don't know!
A part of me wants to see where this is going, I still have my own desires, but I am also aware that this is not some trivial thing or something to be taken lightly!
Aubrey, unlike me, is not afraid to dive headfirst into sex, and that courage had begun to infiltrate my thoughts by this point.
I crossed the silent corridors of the male dormitory without a sound, driven by a determination that was definitely not mine. Elandor's room was in semi-darkness when I entered, illuminated only by the bluish light of a reading crystal forgotten on the table.
He was snoring with his face buried in the pillow and turned to the side just as I approached the bed, which gave Aubrey the perfect opportunity to poke his shoulder.
"Elandor."
He opened his eyes with such a start that he nearly fell out of bed, staring at me with a mixture of dread and confusion.
"B-By all the spirits, Miss Aubrey, are you trying to give me a heart attack?"
"No. I just want to know if you have a Spiritual Tear root saved."
He blinked several times, clearly trying to figure out if this was a dream.
" That root? I use it as medicine... Well, there's maybe a little, but may I know the reason?"
The body crossed its arms and arched an eyebrow, reinforcing the kind of posture Aubrey always uses to get what she wants.
"No. Just hand it over."
Poor Elandor sighed, defeated by my insistence, and opened the drawer beside the bed, pulling out a dark cloth bundle tied with silver thread.
"Here it is. Please be careful, this is not simple material. If you are messing with some strange magic, it's better not to use it."
I took the bundle without answering. His expression clearly showed that, despite being terrified, he was still trying to be helpful. It was almost cute, although elven pride would never admit that out loud.
I returned to my room with the constant feeling that something was pressing against my chest from the inside, a mix of anxiety and anticipation of what Aubrey was about to do. The materials were placed on the table, with the scroll open to review the instructions.
The entire process took several minutes, with the sweet scent of the root spreading through the room in an unexpectedly pleasant way, something that hadn't happened the first time I made it. The mixture bubbled, glowed, and then stabilized, revealing a shimmering light purple substance.
I stared at it with a final hesitation, knowing that by drinking it, the Aubrey controlling me would be led to a world full of carnal desires. This is your last chance to take a step back... and she drank it all at once. I was done for.
The effect ran through my body like a warm wave. Aubrey's breathing quickened, my fingers trembled slightly, and I felt the internal mana rearranging itself as if it had received an ancient and irrevocable command. My consciousness flickered, trying to put me to sleep, but I managed to hold onto a single thread of what was left of me, but the elven nature took over completely.
Before I knew it, I was already outside the room, guided by memories from the game... Wait, did you force my memories and figure out the location of the place? That's terrifying, I didn't imagine the opposite would be possible too!
The door creaked, revealing Lysette's face peering out, only for her eyes to widen as she encountered the elven lady right in front of her. She was in her pajamas, likely preparing for bed.
"A-Aubrey? Why did you come here at this hour?"
"I need... help again."
" Again? Is it the same… problem of last time?"
"Yes."
The knight glanced down the rest of the corridor, and seeing no one, she relented and opened the way. Aubrey rushed in too fast, almost running over the poor girl. The lock turned behind the two of them and the room fell silent, with only the elf's uneven breathing filling the space.
I cannot describe my agony at this exact moment. The view is under a pink filter, and I feel like I am tied to a chair and being forced to keep my eyes open to watch what is happening.
Aubrey tries to maintain composure, tries to act like she is in control, but every gesture betrays the opposite. I have a similar impression, with pressure building in my head and feeling like it's about to explode at any moment.
Lysette took a step forward, worried, but before she could open her mouth, Aubrey lunged.
Fingers grabbed the collar of Lysette's pajamas, pulling her hard enough to destabilize any resistance.
That shock was broken by the way Aubrey kissed her without warning. The movement was so voracious and full of impulse that the tongue snaked in, trying to consume the other's soul.
Lysette let out a small, muffled sound, too surprised to react. The wall hit her back and the entire room seemed to spin, until Aubrey finally broke the contact abruptly, but it was in that moment that I had the chance to see her reflected in the pupils of the girl who had become her prey.
A pair of hearts glittered in her irises.