Chapter 4
548 Words
After entering high school, Tyler's desire for the opposite s*x intensified. Perhaps due to frequent m**********n, his longing wasn't driven purely by lust—it also included genuine yearning for romantic sweetness. He often fantasized about marrying his crushes and having children with them.
His first confession came near the end of his sophomore year's first semester.
Along with it came his first bitter taste of direct rejection.
Tyler was a practical person who clearly distinguished between fantasy and reality. So he slipped that note to a girl he'd maintained a good relationship with—one who'd even sparked classroom gossip about them.
He figured turning rumors into reality wouldn't be so bad.
But she rejected him.
The blow wasn't insignificant. It completely transformed his attitude toward her—his previous affection vanished entirely, replaced by anger, disgust, and a sense of betrayal.
Only much later, when he learned the meanings of terms like "backup option" and "leading someone on," did Tyler understand the source of his resentment.
She had never liked him. Her reluctance to be direct, even attempting gentle "friendship" salvaging, was simply to maintain that convenient relationship.
Tyler, who had always excelled in sciences, resolutely decided to choose liberal arts for the upcoming class divisions in his junior year—despite his school's weakness in that area.
This would free him from mathematics, which he claimed to hate, and the girl he truly despised.
Just two days after his rejection, Tyler discovered a bizarre book at the bearded man's shop.
The book contained numerous flashy, peculiar talismans, claiming to be distilled from ancient wisdom. His decision to buy it wasn't because of the extremely demanding bedroom techniques described within, but because of the Love-Lock Curse.
For some inexplicable reason, Tyler immediately felt this was what he needed—and that it would definitely work.
Every spell and technique in the book had impossibly harsh conditions that discouraged practical experimentation. But the Love-Lock Curse—he could actually perform it.
Drawing the talisman wasn't overly difficult. When he first tried, he succeeded once every three to five attempts, creating symbols identical to the book's examples.
All he needed to do was prepare such a talisman daily, ejaculate onto it, and if the talisman's patterns glowed faintly, indicating success, he would quickly dry it over flame, burn it to ash, mix it with water, and drink every drop.
Repeat for three hundred sixty days, and success would be his.
With a "let's try it" attitude, Tyler bought cinnabar and other necessary materials from a traditional medicine shop, prepared the ink, and used skills from a winter calligraphy crash course to draw his first talisman. Nervously, he m*********d.
When his ejaculate hit the paper, like a hallucination, those twisted, intertwining patterns actually glowed!
He immediately ran downstairs to buy a cheap lighter from the convenience store, rushed home, dried and burned the paper, then drank the mixture with the same courage he'd once needed for herbal medicine—downing it in one gulp.
From that day forward, Tyler firmly believed he would succeed.
And after success, he would gain the power granted by the talisman: any woman who tasted even the tiniest drop of his semen would fall hopelessly, irreversibly in love with him—for all eternity.
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