Please stop. R-18

He pulled the bottle containing the black liquid out of his pocket, turning his head away as he unscrewed the lid.

The smell was without a doubt the worst stench Kelvin has had the privilege to have smelled in his life.

He tilted the bottle down towards his skin, its black contents rushed out, spilling onto Kelvin's wrist.

Shit!

Zafira clearly said not more than a drop, and this was definitely more than a single drop. Heck It was more like ten drops, if not 20.

He was deeply screwed.

He rushed to the sink to wash it off, but the black liquid stuck to his skin like a thick tar, refusing to wash off.

F--k! F--k!! F--k!!!

Now what was he going to do?

He definitely doesn't want to be torn to shreds by h---y women.

Kelvin slowly crept into Summer's living room, unsure of the effect the incubus pheromone would have on her.

She turned to him the moment he was in her line of sight.

"My God, what is that smell?" she asked, sniffing the air.