163. When the wind picks up

When Winnie had bought the potion offered by the witch, the omega was only full of doubts and suspicions. He wasn't the type to blindly trust anyone, whoever the person was. He had, of course, asked her to detail the effects to expect, but the mysterious young woman had just shook her head, telling him that it was impossible because the potion adapted to each of its users. She had assured him that the magic concoction would know very well what he wanted to achieve and would become his tool.

At first, the male omega had thought everything was a lie from a peddler who want to avoid complaints, but, from the first sip he took, it was indeed as if the potion knew very well how it should work to help him fulfill his goal.