At the airport, the wind and snow were isolated by an invisible barrier.
Aurora and Hera stood side by side.
In front of them, the air rippled like water, completely concealing their figures.
"Do you really intend to torment him like this?"
Aurora spoke, her voice devoid of either approval or blame.
On her youthful face hung a trace of indifference that didn't match her age, as if she had seen through the world.
Hera let out a scoff as if she had heard a massive joke and turned her head.
She stretched with seductive grace, her black evening gown outlining mature and voluptuous curves.
Every movement radiated a lethal charm—a mix of divinity and desire.
"Duh!"
She retorted rudely, "Did you actually expect me to lose?"
She took two steps forward, her bare feet stepping on the cold ground without feeling any chill.
Her gaze returned to the curtain of rippling air, her eyes flashing with the cruel and excited light of a hunter spotting prey.
"Isn't the joy of victory found in watching the prey walk step by step into a sweet trap?"
"Until he sinks completely and collapses in the end?"
"Please, you are the Queen of the Pantheon, for Merlin's sake," Aurora shook her head, noncommittal about the remark, offering only a reminder.
"Who is the Queen?"
"Who rules the Pantheon?"
"Don't talk nonsense!" Hera bristled like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.
She turned abruptly, glaring at Aurora, fire burning in her deep eyes.
"My name is Hess now! Professor Hess, got it?"
"The one from the Hogwarts Dueling Class!"
As Hera spoke, she rolled her eyes in an incredibly human way.
The gesture made her divine majesty vanish, replaced by the petulance and arrogance of a mortal woman.
Hera put her hands on her hips, walking up to Aurora like a nagging shrew and looking down at her.
"And!" Hera extended a finger painted with crimson polish, poking Aurora's nose.
"Since you want to participate in this game, drop that high-and-mighty act of yours as the President of the American Magic Association!"
Aurora leaned back slightly under the pressure of the aura.
She blinked, looking like an innocent novice being lectured by a big sister.
Aurora fell silent for a few seconds, then nodded, actually looking like she had learned a lesson.
"You lot really know how to play dirty..." Aurora muttered under her breath, half in awe and half in admiration.
Before her voice faded, Aurora's body began to undergo a shocking transformation.
The petite, girlish skeleton elongated and stretched with a series of crisp pops like crackling beans.
Beneath her skin, muscle fibers reshaped and bulged like a living stream of water.
Her flat chest became full, her slender waist became rounded and ripe.
In just a few seconds, her youthful curves matured into the evocative physique of a gorgeous, seasoned woman.
Her face underwent a dramatic change: her cheekbones rose, her jaw widened, and fine lines appeared perfectly at the corners of her eyes and mouth.
Her dark green eyes deepened, containing the tenderness and fatigue accumulated over years.
Her long black hair faded and grew into a shoulder-length, exquisitely waved deep brown.
Finally, her silk nightgown melted like wax, turning into a well-tailored beige cashmere sweater and black trousers.
The entire process took only a blink of an eye.
When the transformation stopped, standing there was no longer the girl president holding milk.
It was an Asian beauty who looked identical to Lin Wei's mother—Madam Lin—who was currently lying in a deep coma elsewhere.
Aurora even mimicked the haggard look on Madam Lin's face from the long journey with uncanny accuracy.
Hera watched the transformation and rolled her eyes again impatiently, as if annoyed by how slow she was.
"What a hassle," she pouted and complained.
Immediately, her own body began to transform.
Unlike Aurora's physical, visceral change, Hera's transformation was a magic of light and shadow.
Hera's form blurred and twisted in place, looking like a water-soaked oil painting.
Without a sound or a wasted movement, the blur solidified into a gentle-looking Asian woman with short hair and a scholarly aura.
This was Xiao Rou's mother, Madam Zhou.
Her magnificent evening gown turned into a conservatively styled deep-blue overcoat.
The two "women" who had just finished their transformation looked at each other.
Hera—now "Madam Zhou"—flexed her new body as if adapting to the mortal shell.
She laughed and said, "Let's go, Sister Lin. Our darling daughters are probably waiting anxiously."
The international arrivals gate at Heathrow Terminal 5 was teeming with people.
The overheated indoor air formed a sharp contrast with the silver-white world outside, ravaged by wind and snow.
Lin Wei, Xiao Rou, and Jerry stood out sharply in the crowd.
The two young Asian students were dressed in fashionable winter clothes, their faces filled with anticipation and anxiety.
Between them stood a blonde, blue-eyed boy with a lean frame.
Jerry was wearing an old-style men's puffer jacket that Lin Wei had found for him. It was a bit oversized, making him look even more delicate.
His excessively beautiful face acted like a silent spotlight in the crowd, drawing many curious or stunned gazes.
Jerry looked awkward, sticking close to Lin Wei and Xiao Rou like an elf who had wandered into the human world, curious yet uneasy about everything.
Jerry had no idea he was currently at the center of a drama meticulously woven by two ill-intentioned beings.
That morning, Jerry had intended to continue finding other women to collect panties.
But Lin Wei suddenly mentioned that for their gathering tonight, they would invite other roommates and the parents accompanying them.
Jerry's heart stirred. If that were the case, wouldn't it be simple to reach ten people?
Indeed, for a veteran of the flower thickets like him, this was a simple task.
No wonder the system hadn't even issued a corresponding quest.
Finally, after a long wait, the flight information display scrolled to the one they were waiting for.
The crowd at the gate thickened, and two travel-worn figures pushing luggage carts appeared in their sight.
"Mom!"
Lin Wei and Xiao Rou shouted almost simultaneously, waving their hands as they ran to meet them.
Walking in front was an exquisitely dressed woman in a well-fitted beige cashmere coat with a high-quality silk scarf tied around her neck.
Though the long flight left a trace of fatigue on her face, her shrewd eyes were still vibrant.
Every gesture radiated the capable and fastidious aura unique to women from Shanghai.
She was Lin Wei's mother, Madam Lin—disguised by Aurora.
Following close behind was a lady with a completely different temperament.
She wore a deep blue overcoat with traditional Chinese frog buttons. Her frame was slightly lean, and her ear-length short hair was meticulously groomed.
Her features were soft, with the gentle and scholarly air unique to the Jiangnan water regions.
She didn't speak much, only smiling at her daughter with eyes full of doting.
This was Xiao Rou's mother, Madam Zhou—disguised by Hera.
"Oh, my precious baby girl!" Aurora's disguised Madam Lin immediately pulled Lin Wei into a big hug.
She patted her back with moderate force and scolded, "Look at you, wearing so little! What if you freeze?"
"This British weather is just awful."
"I know, Mom," Lin Wei acted spoiled, breaking from her mother's embrace.
Her gaze then fell on Jerry standing nearby.
As expected, the gazes of the two "mothers" were drawn like magnets to the boy who looked too beautiful to be real.
"And this is...?"
Aurora's disguised Madam Lin narrowed her eyes, her gaze sharp as if evaluating merchandise.
She looked Jerry up and down unreservedly.
Lin Wei quickly repeated her well-rehearsed story: they met on the street, and he was stuck because of the snow and lost his wallet.
"Oh, my daughter is so kind-hearted!"
Aurora's Madam Lin nodded, but her tone held little praise.
"But you have to be careful, understand? There are so many bad people out there."
"Especially pretty young boys like this—they're the best at tricking girls."
She spoke to Lin Wei, but her eyes never left Jerry.
Pretending not to understand, Jerry shrank back a little, looking frightened.
"Oh, Sister Lin, don't scare the child like that."
Hera's disguised Madam Zhou finally spoke. Her voice was soft and gentle, with the sweet cadence of a Wu dialect.
It sounded as if it could melt the chill in one's bones. "Look at this boy, he looks so bright!"
She gave Jerry an extremely gentle smile.
Jerry didn't sense anything wrong at all. He just thought these two aunts were like their daughters—one passionate and direct, the other gentle and reserved.
He greeted them politely in English: "Hello, Aunts."
His obedient and well-behaved manner caused the trace of wariness in the two "mothers'" eyes to fade.
The group pushed their luggage and finally hailed one of London's iconic black cabs outside the airport.
The space was cramped, and with five people plus luggage, it was exceptionally crowded.
The final seating arrangement was: Lin Wei and Xiao Rou on the left and right, sandwiching Jerry in the middle of the back seat.
Madam Lin and Madam Zhou sat on the folding jump seats opposite them, facing them directly.
The moment the door closed, a confined space filled with ambiguity and pressure was formed.
Jerry felt like a monk dropped into a spider's den.
Their body heat radiated through the thin layers of clothing, making him feel like he was being baked by two warm fires.
Directly opposite him were two pairs of eyes filled with undisguised curiosity and inquiry.
"Young man, how old are you? What are you studying? What do your parents do?"
Aurora's Madam Lin immediately began her "interrogation" mode as soon as she sat down.
The questions were rapid and direct, giving no room for breath.
Jerry pretended not to understand the machine-gun-like Shanghainese.
He watched her mouth open and close, hearing a string of unintelligible syllables hitting him like popping corn.
He could only look at Lin Wei blankly, eyes full of confusion and a plea for help.
"Mom! You're acting like the police!"
Lin Wei pushed her mother with a playful scold, then looked at Jerry with a helpless smile.
She translated briefly in English, omitting the sharpness but keeping the basic questions about his age, studies, and family.
"He's only eleven, still in secondary school. His dad is in business, and his mom is a university teacher. He's here for a winter camp."
Lin Wei explained for Jerry and patted his back to encourage him.
"Oh? Eleven and already this tall?"
Aurora's Madam Lin let out an exaggerated exclamation.
Her gaze traveled pointedly across Jerry's long legs and the lower half of his body hidden by the puffer jacket.
Her eyes were like searchlights, performing a naked scrutiny without caring about Jerry's shyness.
"Kids these days are certainly well-nourished."
Even with her heavy accent, her voice carried a haughty sense of appraisal.
Jerry instinctively pressed his legs together, but the movement only caused his sensitive, giant member—wrapped in the puffer jacket—to feel the squeeze from both thighs more clearly.
"Look at this child, such nice skin and beautiful eyes."
Hera's disguised Madam Zhou had been smiling silently but now spoke softly.
Her voice was as gentle as the whispers of the Jiangnan water towns. "Back home, we call eyes like that 'Peach Blossom Eyes'. They're the most charming."
Jerry still pretended not to understand Chinese.
Xiao Rou whispered her mother's words in his ear in English.
When she mentioned "Peach Blossom Eyes," Jerry's cheeks pretended to flush even redder.
The taxi traveled through London's streets, its tires crunching over the snow.
Inside the cab, the heater was blasting, but the air felt stagnant due to the bizarre atmosphere.
The residual heat from the hotpot earlier, combined with the close physical contact, made the small space restless and hot.
Lin Wei and Xiao Rou were restless. They could clearly feel their mothers "scrutinizing" the boy they viewed as their "prey" in a way they had never seen before.
It felt as though their secret treasure had been spotted by a more powerful predator, making them nervous yet subtly excited.
Suddenly, the car made a sharp turn.
The driver swerved right to avoid a snow-covered obstacle and immediately yanked the wheel back.
Clack-thud!
A sudden, violent jolt tore through the carriage without warning.
the wheels hit a bump hard, and the body of the car shook violently.
Everyone lost their balance, pitching forward.
Jerry, already tensed due to his sensitive lower half, could no longer maintain his balance against the momentum.
Like a kite with its string cut, he was thrown forward by inertia.
He plummeted directly into the arms of Hera's disguised Madam Zhou, who was sitting closest to him.
"Oh!" she cried out softly, but she didn't dodge.
Her hands rose reflexively, her soft and slightly fleshy body catching Jerry perfectly.
Jerry's head dove right between the soft, mature-scented breasts of Hera's disguised Madam Zhou without hindrance.
He could feel the full softness being deformed by his head.
A warm, elastic sensation wrapped around his face.
Jerry's arms instinctively braced against Hera's body, accidentally pressing into her towering chest.
His nose was filled with a faint, mature fragrance mixed with the scent of powder.
More fatally, due to the car's jolt, Jerry's body took a sharp impact forward.
He wasn't wearing underwear, only wrapped in the down jacket.
His already proud and standing meat-pillar followed his momentum and dove ruthlessly between Madam Zhou's legs.
Her lower half was a tight and extremely sensitive warm area.
"Mmh..." Hera's disguised Madam Zhou's lips parted slightly.
A short, suppressed moan escaped the depths of her throat.
Her body trembled violently, her gentle eyes widening instantly.
A flash of shock, numbness, and unbelievable pleasure crossed her gaze.
Her hands tightened by reflex, hugging Jerry tightly as if afraid he would flee.
"Oh dear, the road is slippery. Everyone sit tight."
It took several seconds for Hera's disguised Madam Zhou to withdraw her hands nonchalantly.
There was an imperceptible tremor in her voice, but her face still wore that gentle, demure smile.
As if everything that just happened was a mere accident.
However, her hands hugging Jerry were now as tight as steel pincers, locking him in her embrace.
She didn't let him budge an inch.
Madam Zhou's lower half was clamped tight, feeling that scalding, life-filled giant object throbbing restlessly between her legs through the fabric.
On the other side, Madam Lin reached out "naturally" to tidy the open collar of Jerry's puffer jacket.
Her fingertips "accidentally" grazed Jerry's Adam's apple and collarbones with an unspeakable, exploratory intent.
Lin Wei and Xiao Rou saw everything. Their hearts were in their throats, yet they dared not make a sound.
They could only squeeze their bodies harder toward Jerry in the middle.
It was as if they were trying to declare ownership over their "prey" in this way.
In the cramped space of the taxi, five bodies were pressed tightly together.
Outside the window, the snowy landscape receded rapidly.
Inside, a silent hunting game centered around Jerry had just begun.
In a Chinese restaurant in Chinatown, a hall had been grandly booked by Xiao Rou's mother for a welcome dinner.
After the long flight, the two mothers didn't show much fatigue, having rested briefly in the apartment.
After changing into more comfortable house clothes, they came to the banquet with their daughters and Jerry.
The hall was already filled with a dozen other Chinese students and their visiting parents.
The hall was as warm as spring, filled with the aroma of food and the noise of people talking in various dialects—it smelled like "home."
Jerry's presence was like a drop of clear water falling into hot oil, instantly drawing the attention of all the young girls.
Their gazes were shy, curious, or bold, frequently casting toward this blonde boy with features as exquisite as a classical sculpture and an aura both clean and melancholic.
Several boys who had been laughing together clearly felt threatened, their eyes looking at Jerry with undisguised jealousy and hostility.
After several rounds of dishes, the atmosphere was pushed to a climax by several bottles of high-proof Baijiu someone had brought.
"Come, come, try this! Authentic taste of home!"
A middle-aged father opened a bottle grandly, and the strong, mellow aroma of alcohol spread instantly.
For these adults who hadn't tasted strong liquor in a foreign land for a long time, this was the best catalyst.
After three rounds of drinks, the adults' chatterboxes were completely opened.
Their cheeks were flushed, and their laughter and voices rose an octave.
The young people were also encouraged to take a few sips.
The boys, as if trying to prove something to the girls, took small glasses of Baijiu and downed them heroically.
As a result, after two glasses, their faces were flushed red, and their eyes began to glaze over.
The girls, however, appeared much more reserved.
Though they were full of interest in this "new" handsome boy, they all subconsciously maintained their lady-like images in front of him.
They only sipped lightly, replacing alcohol with soft drinks.
Each was as dignified as a princess preparing for a ball, afraid any loss of composure would ruin their image in the eyes of Jerry—a boy they rated a perfect ten.
Jerry was also urged to have a few drinks.
On his boyish face was a hint of helplessness from being unable to decline such hospitality.
He picked up the glass and, under the worried and expectant gazes of the girls, downed the spicy liquid.
A layer of abnormal crimson soon rose on his cheeks, and his eyes began to look hazy.
His body swayed slightly, as if he might fall at any moment.
Lin Wei and Xiao Rou looked at him nervously, while Madam Lin and Madam Zhou, sitting at the head table, exchanged a meaningful look.
Of course, this was all an act by Jerry.
With his magic suppressed by the system, he was indeed no different from a mortal right now.
However, his mental power—as vast as a god's and far beyond ordinary men—was enough to keep him absolutely sober even after drinking kilograms of high-purity alcohol.
He was merely waiting for a moment—a chance to "logically" escape the noise and be alone with the two true "prey."
The moment came quickly.
"Mmh..."
Jerry let out a suppressed groan. He suddenly covered his mouth with his hand, his face turning pale instantly.
He arched his body forward violently, making a dry-heaving gesture.
He looked as if he were about to vomit up everything in his stomach in the next second.
"Jerry! What's wrong?" Lin Wei and Xiao Rou cried out, about to stand up.
However, someone was faster.
"Oh dear! This child really shouldn't be drinking!"
Aurora's voice, as Madam Lin, carried a hint of exaggerated concern.
She stood up quickly and caught the swaying Jerry. "Go, go, we'll take you to the bathroom! Hurry, before you vomit here!"
"Weiwei, Xiao Rou, you stay with your classmates. We'll handle this."
Hera's Madam Zhou also stood up. Her voice was gentle as always but carried an unquestionable decisiveness.
She walked around the table and supported Jerry's arm from the other side. "Easy, easy, child, don't rush."
And so, under the worried or curious gazes of the table, Jerry was "propped up" like a completely drunken, helpless boy by two voluptuous and elegant mature women.
They staggered toward the bathroom.
Most of his body weight was leaned against the two "mothers."
On his left was the mature and elastic body of Madam Lin. Her arm circled his back, her palm "concerned" as she patted his back, while her fingertips intentionally or unintentionally grazed his skin, which had become slippery with sweat.
On his right was the equally soft body of Madam Zhou. She held his arm, her full breasts pressed tightly against him.
The shocking softness and heat were clearly transmitted through the thin layers of clothing.
They smelled of alcohol, perfume, and the unique scent of mature women, wrapping around him like an invisible net.
Jerry could feel their full buttocks and thighs constantly brushing against his body as they walked.
The sensation was far more direct than before, and far more blood-boiling.
The bathroom door was locked with a click, drawing the curtain for a secret ritual.
The noise of the crowd outside was instantly cut off, leaving only the monotonous hum of the exhaust fan and the increasingly heavy breathing of the three.
"Come, stand against the wall... this place is nice, there are hot towels. I'll get you a hot towel to wipe your face."
Madam Lin's voice carried an authoritative briskness. She leaned Jerry against the cold tile wall and turned to open the faucet.
As she turned, her full buttocks brushed against Jerry's lower abdomen.
Jerry feigned total weakness, hanging limply against the wall, head tilted, eyes unfocused, murmuring incoherent nonsense.
Madam Zhou stood considerately beside him, supporting his shoulder to prevent him from slipping.
She seemed to be simply performing a senior's duty, but the hand on Jerry's shoulder had fingertips tracing rhythmic circles on his collarbone.
The touch was as light as a feather but triggered a series of numbing electric shocks.
"Mmh... want... want to pee..." Jerry's acting was perfect. He frowned, his face showing a pained and urgent expression.
He clamped his legs together impatiently, as if he were about to lose control.
This mumbled sentence acted as a key, instantly opening Pandora's Box.
"Oh dear, what a sin! Having to pee while drunk—what if he holds it in and gets sick!"
Madam Lin immediately stopped wringing the towel. Her shrewd eyes lit up instantly.
She walked over quickly, her tone full of exaggerated anxiety. "Quick, quick, we'll help you! You definitely can't unbutton your own pants right now!"
Her actions were faster than her words.
Her slender hands, with their exquisite crimson polish, reached directly for Jerry's waist with a speed that brooked no refusal.
The metal belt buckle was expertly unfastened with a crisp click.
Next, the zipper of his jeans was pulled all the way down with a definitive zzzzt.
Madam Zhou also reached down in a tacit understanding, each taking a trouser leg.
Coordinating with Madam Lin, they yanked the restrictive jeans and his underwear down to his ankles in one swift move.
For an instant, it felt as though the entire bathroom had gone silent.
The beast that had been suppressed and bound all night erupted with a thump the moment it regained its freedom.
It carried a shocking heat and power.
"Oh... my god..."
Madam Lin's voice changed its pitch. She instinctively took a half-step back, covering her mouth.
Her shrewd eyes went wide and round, filled with unbelievable shock.
Then, that shock was replaced by an even hotter, almost greedy light.
"This... this brat... what on earth was he fed while growing up...?"
Madam Zhou said nothing; she simply knelt before Jerry, her head tilted back.
"Let's see if this thing is pure gold throughout or just a rotten core beneath a pretty shell."
Madam Lin was the first to snap out of her shock, her competitive spirit and curiosity completely overriding her reason.
She also crouched down, cautiously tapping the scalding shaft with her fingertip.
"Mmph!"
Jerry let out a suppressed groan, his body shuddering violently as the giant object throbbed powerfully in response.
"It's still so hot..."
Madam Lin felt as if she had discovered a new continent; her courage swelled instantly, and she wrapped her entire palm around it.
A warm, slippery sensation surged through her. Her palm was small, appearing almost comical and disproportionate against the size of the monster.
She struggled to grip the root, her thumb stroking the thick shaft back and forth with an inquisitive touch, feeling the bulging veins and the terrifying hardness.
"Sister Lin, take it easy. Don't break the little fellow," Madam Zhou whispered softly, extending her own hand.
Her movements were far more technical.
She didn't try to snatch the meat-pillar already "occupied" by Madam Lin. Instead, she used two slender fingers to gently pinch the two equally massive orbs, kneading and playing with them.
Then, with her pink-polished fingernails, she began to scrape and tease Jerry's perineum with a light, phantom touch.
"Ah..." Jerry couldn't keep up the act any longer; an uncontrollable moan of ultimate pleasure escaped his throat.
Having his two most sensitive areas toyed with simultaneously by different hands and techniques sent all the blood in his body rushing downward. The giant object visibly swelled another size, becoming even more hideous, the tip flaring open as thick fluid began to seep out even more eagerly.
"Oh dear, look at it leak."
Madam Lin marveled at the crystal-clear liquid.
She suddenly leaned down, extended her small tongue, and flicked a drop of the fluid from the shaft into her mouth, smacking her lips as if tasting a vintage wine.
"Tastes quite good. Sweet."
This act completely ignited the fires of war.
"Just playing like this is boring!"
Madam Zhou looked up at Madam Lin, her gentle eyes flashing with undisguised provocation. "Why don't we... help the little darling 'clean up'?"
"Fine by me!" Madam Lin agreed instantly. "Let's see who can make him 'leak' comfortably first!"
Without another word, she propped Jerry up, forcing him to sit on the cold toilet seat.
"I'm going first!"
Madam Lin seized the initiative.
She knelt before the toilet, adjusted her hair, took a deep breath, and parted her bright red lips.
Her mouth was small, which proved to be her greatest obstacle at this moment.
She stretched her mouth as wide as possible, leaned down, and cautiously took the massive, scalding head inside.
"Mmph!" Just the glans alone filled her oral cavity to the absolute brim, leaving no gap. The hard tip pressed firmly against her palate while the edge of the massive coronal ridge rubbed against her lips, creating a sensation of numbness and bloating.
She tried to swallow deeper, but the intense sensation of a foreign object and the feeling of suffocation hit her instantly, causing her to cough violently as tears welled in her eyes.
"Cough... what a sin... it's just too big..."
She lifted her head wretchedly, her lips swollen and red, a string of crystal saliva hanging from the corner of her mouth, looking both pitiable and enticing.
"Heh, don't try to show off if you don't have the skills," Madam Zhou chuckled beside her like a victor.
She adjusted her posture, kneeling closer to Jerry.
She didn't rush in like Madam Lin. Instead, she extended her moist tongue like a little snake emerging from its hole, meticulously licking upward from the root of the giant object, inch by inch.
Squelch... squelch...
Jerry trembled with pleasure, his hips thrusting forward uncontrollably.
After licking him for a long time, as if finishing the perfect foreplay, Madam Zhou looked up to give Madam Lin a provocative glance. Then, she tilted her head to an extreme angle and opened her mouth. This time, she didn't try to swallow the hideous head but aimed for the middle of the shaft, pressing her tongue and lips tightly against it, beginning a rapid and forceful sucking and slurping.
Her mouth formed a vacuum-sealed, hot tunnel, every suck creating a loud, wet pop sound.
"Mmh... ah..." Jerry felt as if his very soul was being sucked out of him.
Madam Lin, seeing Madam Zhou's smug expression, grit her teeth in anger. Refusing to be outdone, she wiped her mouth and leaned down again. This time, she learned her lesson, tilting her head to take the other side of the giant object.
And so, a shocking scene unfolded.
The massive spear, far beyond the realm of common sense, was now being wrapped and sucked by two hot, wet, and greedy mouths simultaneously from the left and right.
Madam Lin acted with a desire for conquest, sucking hard and fierce as if trying to break the thing off.
Madam Zhou was the technician, using tongue, teeth, and lips in combination—licking, scraping, slurping, and holding with a myriad of tricks.
Slurp... pop... squelch...
All sorts of sticky, slippery, and lewd water sounds intertwined and echoed in the cramped bathroom, composing a primal symphony of desire.
Jerry sat on the toilet, his hands gripping the water tanks on both sides deathly tight. He felt as if he were balanced on the border between heaven and hell.
The dual service of the two mature women, driven by competition, made him feel so good he was on the verge of losing consciousness.
His hips swayed back and forth uncontrollably under the drive of pleasure, while the giant object moved passively in and out of the two mouths, rubbing against them and bringing forth more fluids and lewd sounds with every move.
"Let's see who can swallow more!" Madam Lin squeezed the words through her teeth, her voice muffled.
She challenged the massive head again. This time, she desperately relaxed her throat, enduring the intense gag reflex, and finally swallowed the entire massive tip. The moment she achieved the deep throat, she let out a satisfied whimper, tears streaming even faster.
"You're on."
Madam Zhou refused to lose. She locked her target onto the two orbs below.
She opened her mouth and actually took both full sacks into her warm oral cavity at once, using her tongue and teeth to gently grind and tease them.
As the minutes passed, the air in the bathroom grew increasingly hot and thick.
Jerry remained in that posture—legs spread wide, leaning limply against the toilet.
His face was flushed with an abnormal crimson, his eyes closed tight with sweat beads hanging from his lashes, his mouth continuously emitting slurred, tearful moans.
Jerry looked like a beautiful doll whose nerves were completely paralyzed by alcohol, left at their mercy.
However, the giant object between his legs, which had been "served" by the two mature beauties for so long, showed no sign of surrendering.
It remained hard as iron and hot as a branding iron, standing tall before the two women like an immovable pillar, seemingly mocking their inadequacy.
"Huff... huff..."
Madam Lin was the first to give in.
She released him, propping herself up on her knees, panting heavily.
The long period of deep-throating had left her brain deprived of oxygen, her jaw aching as if it were about to dislocate, and her mouth numb and sore from the rough friction of the giant.
She looked up, her once shrewd and capable face now written with exhaustion and a trace of... defeat.
Madam Zhou also stopped.
She wiped the saliva from the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand, her gentle eyes now tinged with a look of solemnity and... impatience.
"What a sin... is this kid... made of iron?"
Madam Lin grit her teeth and said resentfully, "My mouth is nearly rubbed raw. Why won't he come out?"
"It seems... just using our mouths won't be enough."
Madam Zhou looked at the still-spirited giant, her eyes flickering. An even bolder and crazier thought formed in her mind.
She stood up, walked to Madam Lin, leaned down, and whispered a few words in her ear.
Madam Lin's eyes went wide, her face showing shock, but that shock was quickly replaced by an even stronger, almost manic excitement.
"Fine!" Madam Lin agreed without hesitation. "If I don't drain this thing of his today, I won't believe it!"
They reached a consensus.
Madam Lin moved first. She turned around, her back to Jerry. With a strange, rhythmic motion, she aimed her full, fleshy buttocks at the high-propped, scalding meat-root.
Her once proper dress was already soaked with sweat, clinging to her body and outlining her incredible, peach-like curves.
Her movements were slow and careful, like a beginner performing a difficult acrobatic act.
She spread her legs slightly, adjusting the angle, using her hand to guide the massive, wet head toward her own mysterious garden, which was also a muddy mess and desperate to be filled.
Jerry's lean, boyish body and Madam Lin's mature, voluptuous, and massive buttocks formed a visually striking contrast filled with taboo meaning.
Jerry sat there limply as a massive, soft "mountain of flesh," radiating the scent of a mature woman, slowly and irresistibly pressed down toward him.
Squelch...
A slight, sticky sound, like mud being stepped on, rang out.
The massive tip had only just squeezed in halfway when Madam Lin's entire body shuddered as if struck by lightning.
"Ah... mmh..." She let out a suppressed moan of mixed pain and ultimate satisfaction, her hands gripping the edges of the sinks on either side, her knuckles turning white. "It's... it's too big... so full..."
Her voice carried a sob, but her body was utterly honest, continuing to sit down slowly.
Madam Lin could clearly feel the iron-hard giant object prodding her inch by inch, dominantly stretching her tight passage—which had never accepted such a size—grinding against every inch of the sensitive inner walls and bringing her an unprecedented, tearing ultimate pleasure.
Madam Zhou stood to the side, not rushing to join. Like a calm commander, she reached out to steady Madam Lin's waist as she swayed from the pain and pleasure.
"Slow down, don't rush," Madam Zhou soothed gently, though her actions were firm. She pressed down on Madam Lin's waist, helping her overcome the initial hurdle and swallow the giant object down to its very root!
"AH!"
The moment the entire giant was swallowed, Madam Lin let out a high-pitched, unsuppressable scream.
She felt as if her body had been split in two and then completely filled by a scalding, life-filled force.
That feeling of being stretched to the limit, of ultimate fullness, left her brain a blank and her legs weak, nearly making her collapse.
Her entire massive backside was now fitted seamlessly and completely "seated" on Jerry's lean but powerful thighs.
Squelch... squelch...
Sticky water sounds echoed continuously from where the two were joined.
Madam Lin began to try rising and falling, slowly and awkwardly at first.
Every time she lifted herself, the massive tip would draw out a large amount of lewd, thick fluid—a mix of both their bodies. Every time she sat back down, the giant would ruthlessly penetrate her to the end, triggering wave after wave of her screams and moans.
Madam Zhou watched this intensely lewd sight, looking at Jerry's face—which still maintained a "drunken" state despite the extreme passive stimulation—and the fire of desire burned even hotter in her gentle eyes.
She couldn't wait any longer.
She turned around to face Jerry and then, with an even more elegant and seductive posture, straddled Jerry's other leg.
Madam Zhou wasn't wearing stockings; her long, shapely legs were spread wide, and her own mysterious garden—already flooded beyond measure—was aimed unreservedly at the... oh no, the giant was already occupied by Madam Lin.
But that didn't stop her.
She leaned forward, bracing her hands on Jerry's shoulders.
Then, she aimed her soft, elastic, and full buttocks at Jerry's lower abdomen, which was propped up slightly by his sitting position.
Adjusting her angle, she used her already muddy entrance to rub and grind provocatively against the base of the meat-pillar that was encased by Madam Lin's body, leaving only the root exposed.
"Mmh... ah... Sister Lin... you're so mean... eating the little darling all to yourself..."
She spoke the most lewd words in a sweet, soft cadence, her body twisting incessantly, coating Jerry's lower belly and the root of the giant with sticky fluids.
Then, as if making up her mind, Madam Zhou gave a sudden, forceful push and sat down hard!
Of course, she didn't sit all the way down.
Her target was the area below the giant—the two equally full and incredible orbs.
Squelch!
A duller, even stickier water sound rang out.
Those two scalding orbs were swallowed whole by her wet, tight passage!
"AH!"
This time, it was Jerry's turn to let out a soul-shredding roar.
If being penetrated from behind by a mature woman was a pleasure of ultimate conquest, then having his most vulnerable parts "swallowed" from the front by another mature woman was... an indescribable, ultimate stimulation—a mix of extreme pleasure and extreme pressure, bordering on torture!
Jerry felt as if he were being split in two; his upper body was wrapped in a soft, fragrant warmth, while the root of his lower half was devoured by another equally tight and fiery body.
The giant object connecting everything in the middle was caught between two volcanoes, enduring frantic squeezing and grinding from both directions.
"How is it, little darling?"
Madam Zhou leaned down, breathing into his ear. "Is Auntie Zhou's 'seat' comfortable?"
As she spoke, she began to coordinate with Madam Lin's rhythm behind her, swaying and twisting her hips.
It was an ultimate, human-sense-transcending pleasure of torture.
Jerry's brain turned into a complete blank, a chaos repeatedly torn apart by lightning.
His "drunken" disguise was instantly shredded before this world-destroying stimulation.
Jerry's body could no longer maintain its limp state. Every muscle spasmed and tensed frantically due to over-excited nerves, like tens of thousands of tiny, powerful snakes writhing under his skin.
His lean frame, once leaning against the toilet, now arched upward violently, forming a shocking, tension-filled bridge.
Only his feet, bound at the ankles by his jeans, and his hands—knuckles white as they gripped the edge of the tank—supported this young body completely ignited by desire.
"Ah... ahhhhh..."
Madam Lin behind him and Madam Zhou in front clearly felt the landslide-like upheaval happening within the "little horse" beneath them.
"It's... it's coming!"
Madam Lin's voice turned shrill from the violent jolting and extreme excitement. The frequency of her massive, fleshy buttocks rising and falling became more manic and disorganized, like a giant piston out of control, intent only on smashing the iron pestle beneath her. "Quick! Faster! I want to see... see exactly how much stock this brat has!"
"Mmh... ah..."
Madam Zhou emitted even more soul-searing moans, her voice thick with nasal tones.
She didn't speak, but her body gave the most direct response.
Her body, which had been swaying back and forth, now began a frantic, blender-like circular grinding.
This final, lethal blow completely destroyed Jerry's last line of defense.
He felt as though a volcano that had been dormant for ten thousand years deep in his lower abdomen was, at this moment, completely detonated by two equally scalding flows of magma from different directions!
"He's... he's going to shoot! Quick! Get out of the way!"
Madam Zhou's voice suddenly became sharp and urgent. In her eyes, which had always held a trace of playfulness, a look of genuine panic mixed with anticipation appeared for the first time.
She could clearly feel the giant object—encased by Madam Lin's body with only the root in her—was throbbing violently at a terrifying frequency! The force was so great it nearly sent her body flying!
The two of them, as if they had rehearsed it, "pulled" themselves off Jerry at an incredibly fast speed!
Squelch! Squelch!
Two loud and amazingly sticky water sounds rang out almost simultaneously in the cramped bathroom. Two streams of crystal-clear, thick fluid—a mix of both their bodies—gushed from their slightly flared entrances and splashed onto the floor in lewd puddles.
They didn't even have time to wipe the mess between their legs before stumbling backward, as if avoiding a lethal, impending flood.
Their faces were filled with a mix of madness, anticipation, and a hint of fear as they stared dead at the young "volcano" on the eve of eruption.
The moment they retreated, Jerry's liberated giant meat-root, now completely free of restraint, acted like a wild horse off its tether, shaking and jumping violently in the air.
The already hideous head now swelled to an inconceivable degree due to the impending ultimate release. Blue veins bulged across the purple-red tip, appearing like a thirsty maw from the abyss, about to spew world-ending energy.
"AH!"
A long roar that pierced the clouds and could no longer be suppressed erupted from the depths of Jerry's throat!
Simultaneously, Jerry's waist thrust forward with a strength transcending human limits!
In the next second, a flood of scalding, nearly milky-white fluid—far exceeding any imaginable amount—spewed forth like a fire hose pressurized by the highest-capacity pump! It tore through the air with a sharp whoosh in a posture of pure violence!
It wasn't just a few spurts, or even a dozen; it was a continuous, powerful, seemingly inexhaustible white water-dragon!
The first stream struck the massive mirror above the sink opposite him with perfect accuracy!
Smack!
A crisp sound rang out as the thick, incredibly adhesive white liquid splashed across the smooth mirror like an ink painting, then pulled long, lewd white trails down the surface.
However, this was only the beginning.
Jerry's body was like an out-of-control turret fixed in place, and his giant object was the barrel firing frantically!
He twisted his hips uncontrollably, and the white, powerful flood followed his command, starting a frantic, indiscriminate barrage!
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
The white flood was like a living serpent, first coating the entire mirror in thick, white brands.
Then, it turned its target toward the adjacent walls, the towel rack, and even the ceiling!
Madam Lin and Madam Zhou were completely stunned by this sight, which was both a miracle and a horror. They stood frozen, mouths agape, even forgetting to dodge.
A rain of scalding liquid, carrying a heavy, musky scent, showered down upon them!
"Ah!"
"Oh!"
Both cried out, instinctively reaching out to cover themselves.
But it was too late. Their once meticulously groomed hair, their exquisitely made-up faces, and their sweat-soaked dresses were instantly drenched through by this thick, white storm!
Yet, the terrifying "barrage" wasn't over!
In his final spasm, Jerry's body lurched forward. He fell from the toilet and landed prone on the cold, wet floor.
His giant object, still spewing its flood, changed direction with the move, aiming at the final and ultimate target—the white ceramic sink!
As if it had found its ultimate home, the white, seemingly inexhaustible flood poured with even greater surge and concentration into the smooth, recessed bottom of the sink!
Splash... splash...
The sound was no longer that of a spray; it was as if a faucet had been turned to its maximum, transcending its very limits!
The thick, milky-white liquid, like milk or paste, began to gather and accumulate rapidly at the bottom of the ceramic sink at a visible rate!
One centimeter...
Five centimeters...
Ten centimeters...
Under the petrified, shocked, and disbelieving gazes of Madam Lin and Madam Zhou, the white, thick liquid—carrying incredible heat and a musky scent—actually... truly... filled that decent-sized sink bit by bit, from bottom to top!
Only when the last few spurts fell feebly like broken pearls onto the already overflowing, milk-bath-like surface, creating tiny white ripples, did this nearly minute-long, terrifyingly epic eruption finally draw to a close.
The entire bathroom was deathly silent.
"What a... what a sin..."
After a long while, Madam Lin squeezed those words from her throat—a dreamlike murmur, part admiration, part terror.
In her shrewd eyes, which had seen many grand scenes, there was now only a boundless, world-shaking... blankness.
However, Madam Zhou's reaction shocked her even more.
As if guided by some mysterious force, she staggered step by step toward the sink filled with white liquid.
She said nothing.
She simply... leaned down slowly and then, under Madam Lin's horrified gaze, she extended her nimble, pink tongue and licked a single drop of the thick white liquid that was about to overflow from the edge of the sink.
"Mmh..."
A taste of warmth—heavy and musky yet strangely mixed with a hint of sweetness—exploded across her taste buds instantly.
She let out a soul-searing moan, sounding like a contented kitten.
As if infected by her, Madam Lin seemed to lose the last of her reason as well.
The struggle in her eyes was quickly swallowed by the most primal and frantic desire.
"I want some too!"
She let out a beast-like roar, no longer caring for any decorum or reserve, and lunged forward!
She wasn't as "refined" as Madam Zhou.
She plunged her entire face directly into the warm, milk-bath-like sink full of white liquid!
Glug... glug...
They didn't just want to drink; they wanted to lick!
Once they had drunk most of the liquid from the sink, they began using their tongues to meticulously lick every inch of the smooth ceramic bottom and walls, which still bore a thin white film.
From the edge of the drain to the base of the faucet, not a single corner, not a single residue escaped their nimble, greedy tongues.
They didn't even spare the splashes on the mirror, the walls, or the towels!
Madam Lin stepped on the toilet and clung to the wall like a gecko, stretching her tongue to lick the half-dried marks on the mirror clean one by one.
Madam Zhou knelt on the floor, carefully curling her tongue into the gaps between the floor tiles to retrieve every drop.
After an unknown amount of time, when not a single trace of the boy could be found in the small bathroom, they finally stopped.
The entire bathroom had... truly been cleaned by them, completely, until not a single drop remained.