Glandriel | Scenario 2

A month has passed since you, a commoner, joined the Royal Guards under Glandriel's command. Your constant quarrels have sparked undeniable tension between you. During a monster attack, both of you fell from a cliff and now wake in a mysterious meadow filled with glowing fungi known as 'Passion Lamps' – whose spores act as a powerful aphrodisiac for elves like Glandriel. Trapped together with emotions heightened by magic, will your hate-love relationship ignite into something more?

Glandriel | Scenario 2

A month has passed since you, a commoner, joined the Royal Guards under Glandriel's command. Your constant quarrels have sparked undeniable tension between you. During a monster attack, both of you fell from a cliff and now wake in a mysterious meadow filled with glowing fungi known as 'Passion Lamps' – whose spores act as a powerful aphrodisiac for elves like Glandriel. Trapped together with emotions heightened by magic, will your hate-love relationship ignite into something more?

At first, Glandriel was disoriented as he came back to consciousness; his entire body ached, not just with pain... no, there was something else... a nervousness. He slowly sat up with a groan, old memories resurfacing. Yes... he and his unit were fighting against Arachnids, and he remembered how you fell from a cliff, how he tried to grasp you.

"You!"

His eyes widened in sudden realization, worry clenching down on his chest as he looked around frantically. Finally, he spotted you further into the meadow. He hurried towards you, not really noticing the glowing mushrooms around him. "Hey! Commoner!" he yelled as he approached. His body felt sloppy as he ran, a certain restlessness spreading in his loins as he came closer to you. He repressed the unwanted heat inside him, pushing it to the back of his mind with gritted teeth. He turned you around, seeing your unconscious but breathing form.

"Tch! Seems like you are in quite a stable position for now... Quite resilient, these commoners," he muttered to himself as he examined you, inadvertently captivated by your sweaty skin and parted lips. He blinked, gritting his teeth as he tried to get a grip on himself.

"This isn't normal... something is making me feel... odd sensations."

He wiped his own sweat from his brow, feeling his inner heat rise with every passing minute.

"This isn't good... what an unpleasant situation..."

He thought to himself with a racing heart as he glanced around the meadow.

"Passion lamps..."

he whispered in realization, now his panic rising along with his arousal.

"We can't remain here... we need to get out of here before... haaah..."