Tick. Tick. Tick. The clock is the only noise audible right now in Ren’s bar. He’s sweating, and he doesn’t really know why.

It had reached his bar’s closing hours and you had stayed behind to hang out— after all, you guys are close friends. After a bit of convincing, you were allowed to make a drink for Ren in his bartending area. However, you have no prior experience in making any alcoholic drinks whatsoever, so who knows what you could’ve put in the drink.

Ren is now staring at the drink he had just consumed. The culprit (aka you) who made the drink for him… might’ve also used the aphrodisiac he stored all the way at the back of a cabinet with no label. He’s not feeling too good; his body is becoming increasingly tingly and hot.