I Gave My Bully A Love Potion, But...

"Here you are! I made you your favorite brownies again!"

Despite the circumstances, I couldn't help but give an uneasy smile as I stared at the girl in my seat.

"T-Thanks..."

Even though her smile seemed joyful enough already, that one single word being uttered out of my mouth was enough to get her beaming with uncontainable happiness. It was like she just won the lottery of the century.

"I hope you like them! I made them with extra L-O-V-E just for youuu~!" She did a cute tilt of her head and made a heart-shaped hand gesture, before giving me a girly giggle.

The brownies set in front of me did actually look quite delicious. I was shocked when I first found out that she happened to be a good cook. I never once thought she would be capable of having such an amazing skill back before.

I nervously grabbed one of the brownies and gave a tentative bite, allowing the flavor to rush through me. Yep, tastes like literal love and adoration to the highest degree. Something that would make even Gordan Ramsey buckle his knees and cry in joy.

"I-It's good." I muttered quietly.

She gave a squeal of victory before sitting down right next to me at our lunch table and proceeded to snuggle against my shoulder like I was her personal pillow.

Everyone around me blatantly stared in awe, shock, and envy. Girls were looking at us with genuine perplexity and confusion, while guys were frothing at the mouths from just the sight of us.

Can't exactly blame them for being so confused and jealous. It wasn't that long ago since the same girl snuggling against my shoulder like a lovesick puppy would repeatedly and gleefully humiliate me on a daily basis.

If the most popular girl in school suddenly had a personality shift overnight and was now suddenly professing her love to one quiet nerd who she used to bully every day, you'd probably raise an eyebrow too.

Bringing her face up closer to my ears, she whispered, "You should hurry up and finish lunch so that we can have some free time to ourselves... I really want to have my turn to swallow down something coming from you, you know?"

Oh dear lord...

It was only just a few simple words, but the insinuation behind them and the flirtatious voice that went along with it was enough to get another erection.

So, I hear you ask, you got apparently managed to get the most popular girl in school to be your girlfriend and she loves being lovey-dovey and flirtatious with you, and yet you're acting like a hesitant soldier in the middle of a landmind field who was only inches away from . Why are you acting like such a beta male instead of appreciating what most men could only dream of having?

Well, to answer that, I kinda need to go over some stuff first...

My name is (and you're probably gonna groan in frustration at this) John Doe. I'm a high school senior who happens to have an unrealistically prodigal talent in chemistry and science.

The girl here is named Bella Cardigan. She used to be my school bully who would torment me and try to ruin my life just for fun. Now she's my devoted and loving girlfriend who's always looking for an excuse to pamper, spoil, and sexually satisfy me in every way possible.

I somehow managed to create an actual working love potion that will turn anyone who drinks it into a mindless lovesick fool towards the first person they see. I tricked my bully into taking it in order to get for all the shit she's done to me. But since I'm such an emotional idiot, I couldn't help but feel extremely guilty over what I've done now that everything's gone horribly horribly right.

You'd think I would feel more happy and satisfied at turning the hottest girl in my school into my own personal toy, but I'm apparently too good-hearted and selfless to even actually enjoy it.

This isn't going to be a story of how I tricked my bully into taking a love potion. This is going to be a story of how I was going to try to turn her back to normal again.

"Aren't you going to finish the lunch I made for you?" Bella asked with a frown, pointing out the leftover brownies on my plate.

"I... um..." I couldn't help but stammer, trying to find the words to explain to her that while her food was delicious, I was too guilt-ridden to actually want to eat any more.

"You want me to hand-feed you, sweetums?" Bella offered in her honey-like tone of voice, before shifting to a flirtatious, "Or maybe you're just impatient and you want to start feeding me something yourself?"

Crud, I can't think straight with my mind being overwhelmed with pent-up horny thoughts like this!

Even though I felt so uncomfortably guilty at what I was doing, my primate body impatiently stood up and grabbed her by the arm so that we could both head to somewhere private.

Bella followed along without question, only showing a sweet smile in her face.

Despite it all, I was only human.

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We found an empty classroom that wasn't going to be in use until a later period.

The moment we stepped inside, Bella wordlessly began undressing her school uniform as I unbuckled my pants.

By the time I pulled down my underwear to show her my erection, she was already completely topless and down on her knees as she wrapped her fingers around my waist.

I felt my heart beating like crazy as I looked down at the schoolgirl who was wearing nothing but her skirt and thigh-high stockings, licking her lips like a predator as she stared longingly at my cock.

"I've been waiting all day for this~"

Without another word, she already had her lips wrapped around my head and started suckling on it.

I gave a groan, my knees literally shaking in absolute pleasure as this girl slowly started pleasuring me with her mouth. No matter how many times we've done this already, I still could never get enough of it. Every single time, it was just as good as the first.

With so much experience under her belt, she knew exactly what to do to drive me crazy. She went slow and steady, bobbing her head only centimeters at a time as she used her tongue to attack my weak spots. Slowly, inch by inch, she would start going further and further, putting more of my cock in her mouth.

She knew exactly when to speed up and slow down, attacking me in full before slowing to a crawl to calm me down. She knew I secretly liked it when I was getting teased, and every time I was almost ready to orgasm, she'd put on the brakes and moved at a snail's pace to keep me unsatisfied.

Sometimes she'd bob her head like crazy, moving up and down like a machined piston on overdrive. Other times, she's freeze entirely to have my cock get squished inside the tightness of her throat. She never gags and she never pulled away for air. She practically had the skills of a pornstar.

I would continue to gasp like crazy, sometimes losing my balance when things got too intense. Many times, she would catch me and hold me in place without ever letting go of my cock, bobbing all the way.

No matter how many times this happens though, I never cum. She never lets me cum. Some part of her must still be sadistic enough to know how to get under my nerve, because she would keep doing this over and over, bringing me to the brink only to reel me back in.

If I let her keep going like this, we'd probably still be here for hours and hour with her still sucking my cock. She's done this before, whenever she would come over to my house and blow me to sleep every night.

The only way to cum in this case, would be when I had enough and start grabbing her head to her to blow me at my own pace.

Once my hands grabbed onto her hair, she'd know that I had enough and would finally stop teasing me. She relaxed her throat and closed her eyes, letting me face fuck her as I roughly thrust into her mouth over and over. One hand would let go of my waist and would find it's way down to start rubbing her crotch, the other would hold steady to keep our balance in place.

When my pent-up energy finally managed to pass the threshold of my stamina, I'd release all the cum I had stored up into her throat, and she would dutifully swallow it down like it was nothing. Never once had she ever let a single drop of sperm spill out of her mouth.

Even when I was holding down her head to take as much as my cock as possible, she was like a sex-robot who didn't need to breathe. She somehow had the lung capacity to handle a full minute of my cock pouring down her throat.

Eventually, I let go from her and she would pull away with a loud slurp that left me with tingles up in my spine.

Licking her lips, she gave me a cute smile and said, "Thanks for the meal! Delicious as always!"

Seeing her smile so warmly after taking in gallons of my jizz down her stomach should have made me feel happy and satisfied. But if anything, the post nut clarity would wash over me as I remembered who was in front of me.

Then I was nothing left with shame, dread, and guilt, knowing that I gave into my lust and took advantage of her again.

No matter how perfect, how wonderful, how amazingly lucky this situation was, I still had to remind myself a simple fact.

None of this love she had for me was real. It's all just a product of my own creation.

I took away the free-will of a girl and turned her into my own personal sex-, and I felt horrible about it.

The only way I can absolve this guilt inside of me was to find a way to cure her and get her back to normal. It was the only way I could clear my conscious.

Whatever the consequences may be for my actions, nothing could make me feel any worse than I already do now.

But rarely do my ideas ever go to plan.