"One, two, three, four, five, six, seven..."
In the hotel room, Jerry sat cross-legged on the bed, seven pairs of women's panties spread out before him in various styles.
Lace, cotton, thongs, boyshorts... they were displayed like trophies, yet they seemed to silently mock his "hard work" over the past two days.
This was his entire harvest.
Without his magic, Jerry could only rely on his physical appearance and his long-mastered, precise grasp of female psychology to "hunt."
Against young international students who were inexperienced and had zero resistance to his face, he was almost invincible.
But the problem was that most of the mature women at this gathering were parents visiting their children; they were mentally mature, and many were accompanied by husbands or male partners.
Though Jerry could read the fleeting, complex emotions of amazement, appreciation, and a hint of frustration in their eyes when they saw him, he had no magic to manufacture coincidences or isolate them. He simply couldn't create the private environments necessary to make his move.
He couldn't exactly demand a wife's panties right in front of her husband.
This gave Jerry a long-forgotten sense of defeat. It was like a general accustomed to leveling everything with heavy artillery suddenly being stripped of all weapons and forced onto the battlefield with only a small knife.
Just as he was wallowing in self-pity, his phone rang.
It was Lin Wei calling, but the voice on the other end was Madam Lin's, carrying an authoritative, sharp Shanghai accent.
She spoke in English, however.
"Hello? Is this Jerry?
This is your Auntie Lin!
Weiwei and the others have some business to attend to. It's not safe for you to be in the hotel alone. Auntie Zhou and I are driving over now to take you back to the camp."
Before he could refuse, the call was disconnected.
Meanwhile, in another room, Aurora asked Hera with some confusion.
She was currently importing copies of her memories into the mind of the unconscious mature woman before her.
Threads of memory, one after another, rapidly submerged into the woman's mind, causing her face to break into an expression of intense pleasure.
"Why keep switching back and forth?
That brat doesn't seem to have noticed us."
Hera rolled her eyes and said, "Do you think that brat's reactions are really that slow?
He's sharp as a tack!
Heehee, he definitely had his suspicions last time, but after a day of being together, he probably confirmed his guess was wrong. Now we switch back and see what he does!"
"You really... know how to play!"
Half an hour later, a black sedan pulled up in front of the hotel.
The window rolled down, revealing Madam Zhou's still gentle and beautiful face.
"Jerry, get in the car," she said with a smile and a wave.
Jerry pulled open the door and sat in the spacious backseat. A warm current filled with feminine aura—a mix of high-end leather, the heater, and two different perfumes—instantly enveloped him.
Madam Lin was sitting on the other side of the backseat. She wore a slim-fitting black cashmere coat, legs crossed in an elegant posture. Her sharp eyes fell on him the moment he entered, carrying a hint of playfulness and scrutiny.
"Sit properly now. The snow is so heavy outside, and the roads are slippery."
As she spoke, she shifted slightly to the side, seemingly making room for him, but her voluptuous, massive buttocks wrapped in the cashmere coat still occupied most of the backseat, forcing Jerry to sit tight against the car door.
Madam Zhou started the engine.
The compact sedan drove exceptionally smoothly on the snow-covered roads. The interior was quiet and warm, forming two completely different worlds from the silver-white blizzard outside.
The car slowly drove out of the city area, and vehicles and pedestrians on the road became scarce.
On both sides of the road were woods covered in snow, looking like a fairytale world.
The wheels crunched over the snow, making a rhythmic creak, creak sound like a lullaby.
Suddenly, Jerry looked down and found that at some point, Madam Lin's hand, adorned with an expensive diamond ring, had "naturally" rested on his thigh.
"Oh dear, Jerry, your trousers are so thin. Are you cold?"
Her tone was full of elder-like concern, but the movement of her hand held no "concern" at all.
Her soft, warm palm, as if possessed of its own life, began to rub back and forth on his inner thigh with a strange rhythm.
Jerry's body tensed instantly.
His lean, youthful thighs formed a sharp contrast with Madam Lin's voluptuous, meaty, mature thighs, whose staggering volume could be felt even through the thick coat.
At this moment, that hand belonging to a mature woman was wantonly exploring and teasing this sensitive domain of a young boy.
"Auntie... I'm... I'm not cold." Jerry's voice carried an imperceptible tremble. He tried to move his leg aside a bit, but the space in the car was only so large; where could he hide?
"Not cold?"
Madam Lin let out a meaningful chuckle. Her fingers moved even more boldly and slowly up his inner thigh. With every inch they moved, Jerry's body tightened further.
Her fingertips had already touched the hideous monster that was rapidly awakening due to her teasing, angrily lifting its head beneath his jeans and propping up a shocking tent.
Just then, Madam Zhou, who was driving, spoke softly as if nonchalantly.
"Sister Lin, help me look at the navigation. There seems to be an intersection ahead, and I don't know which way to turn."
"Oh, alright," Madam Lin responded.
She didn't withdraw her hand; instead, using the movement of leaning forward to look at the navigation, the weight of her entire upper body pressed down on Jerry.
In an instant, Jerry felt as if he were being swallowed by a soft, warm mountain of flesh.
Madam Lin's incredibly full breasts pressed tightly against his face without ceremony, sending him instantly into a sensory storm of fragrance, suffocation, and ultimate softness.
And her hand, placed at his crotch, became even more aggressive. Through his trousers, she accurately gripped the giant object that was already hard and scalding, kneading and toying with it using her palm with moderate pressure.
The car suddenly braked hard and stopped by the roadside.
"Oh dear, it looks like a tree has fallen ahead and blocked the road." Madam Zhou's voice carried a "just right" amount of surprise. "It seems we'll have to wait here for a while!"
With that, she killed the engine, but the heater and music in the car remained on.
She even considerately pressed a button on the center console, causing the sunshades for the rear windows to slowly rise.
In an instant, this car parked by the deserted snowy woods became an isolated, absolutely private mobile greenhouse filled with ambiguity and desire.
Madam Lin straightened up, her sharp eyes flashing with a leopard-like light in the dim car.
She no longer bothered to pretend. That aggressive aura belonging to a superior being was completely released.
She pushed Jerry down onto the wide backseat.
Then, with a queenly posture, she unhesitatingly straddled Jerry directly!
Jerry's lean frame appeared so small and vulnerable before her massive, voluptuous, mountain-like buttocks.
Her hand slid down rapidly.
The giant object, which had long reached its limit of endurance, snapped out fiercely with a thwack the moment it regained its freedom, its tip pressing directly against Madam Lin's soft lower belly.
"Hiss..."
Without a moment's hesitation, she steadied the scalding giant and aimed it at her own pussy, which was already flooded and desperate to be filled. Then, her body sank down violently!
Squelch!
A loud, sticky sound, like mud being stepped on, exploded within the quiet cabin.
That massive spear, which completely defied common sense, was swallowed to its very root in one breath by Madam Lin, who acted with a nearly barbaric desire for conquest without a shred of foreplay!
"AH!"
This time, the one who screamed was Madam Lin.
It was a roar of total loss of control, a mix of ultimate pain and ultimate pleasure.
Her body arched upward in an exaggerated curve as if electrocuted, her hands gripping the headrests of the front seats so hard her nails sank into the leather.
She could clearly feel her body being ruthlessly penetrated and propped open from its most vulnerable point by something as hard as iron and as hot as a brand.
Madam Zhou, sitting in the driver's seat, quietly appreciated this live show of "a big car sitting on a little horse" through the rearview mirror.
Her face held no expression, but her hands—gripping the steering wheel so tight her knuckles were white—and her increasingly rapid breathing betrayed her internal turmoil.
After the initial severe pain, Madam Lin began to rise and fall with a strange rhythm.
Her voluptuous, fleshy buttocks, like a massive grinding stone, began a frantic, powerful grinding against Jerry's lean, almost negligible waist.
Squelch... squelch... squelch...
"Ah... mmh... you brat... you're so... so good... ah... Auntie is going to... be... ahhh!"
Her consciousness was completely blurred; she shouted incoherently, her body acting like a tireless machine, instinctively and frantically undulating and stroking on Jerry, trying to extract more from the thing beneath her that brought both ultimate pain and joy.
The car also began to shake slightly and rhythmically with her violent movements. Outside, the heavy snow continued to fall, silently isolating this iron box filled with primal desire and heat from the rest of the world.
This feast of taboo and madness staged in the deserted snowy woods lasted for an unknown amount of time.
Madam Lin's movements became faster and more ferocious.
Her massive, fleshy buttocks acted like an out-of-control, powerful giant piston, frantically rising and slamming against Jerry's thin body, which was completely out of proportion to her size.
Every time she sat down, it felt as though Jerry's entire waist might be snapped.
Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!
The loud, crisp sounds of flesh colliding echoed densely in the quiet cabin like raindrops.
The voluptuous, fleshy cheeks of her ass and Jerry's lean but muscular thighs created a blushing crack with every impact, splashing crystal-clear sweat and nameless fluids.
Squelch! Squelch! Sizzle!
Madam Lin had gone completely mad.
Her hair was a complete mess, and her expensive cashmere coat was soaked through with sweat, clinging to her body and outlining her full breasts, which heaved violently from extreme excitement.
Her face was entirely flushed, a trail of crystal saliva hanging from the corner of her mouth. Her once shrewd eyes were now completely out of focus, leaving only the primal, dazed look of a female utterly drowned in desire.
"Ah... ah... it's coming... brat... it's going to be... squeezed out by you... AH!"
Madam Lin let out a high-pitched, inhuman scream. Her body stiffened abruptly, and then, as if struck by lightning, she began to spasm and twitch violently and uncontrollably.
Streams of scalding warmth, like a flash flood, erupted frantically from the depths of her body, watering the giant object still ravaging her until it was even more slippery and hot.
And Jerry, in this battle he dominated yet which was detonated by her madness, finally reached his breaking point.
In the instant Madam Lin's body spasmed and her passage tightened and sucked with terrifying force, he felt the last string of reason in his brain snap with a twang!
"ROAR!"
Jerry let out a low roar, suppressed to the extreme like a wounded beast. His hands, which had been gripping Madam Lin's voluptuous butt-flesh, suddenly exerted force, pressing down hard!
At the same time, his hips thrust upward at an incredible angle that defied human mechanics!
The meeting of these two forces caused the giant object, already deep to its limit, to seemingly plunge another inch forward!
It was a soul-shaking, ultimate penetration—the most ruthless kind!
"AH!"
Madam Lin's scream cut off abruptly. Her eyes went wide, and her body collapsed heavily onto Jerry like a puppet with its strings cut.
An unknown amount of time passed before the frantic symphony in the cabin slowly faded.
Madam Lin lay prone on Jerry like a dead fish, only her heaving chest proving she was still alive.
Her body continued to twitch slightly and uncontrollably; between her legs was a total mess.
The thick, milky-white liquid—a mix of both their essences—flowed slowly from the root of her thighs, staining the expensive leather seats with an ambiguous, indelible mark.
Jerry also lay exhausted beneath her, gasping for breath.
His eyes were unfocused, every muscle in his body screaming in sore pain.
Just then, Madam Zhou, who had remained silent in the driver's seat, turned around.
At some point, Madam Zhou's face had also become flushed. In her gentle eyes, water shimmered, flashing with a heat as intense as fire.
Her breathing was rapid, and several buttons on her deep-blue Chinese overcoat had been undone, revealing the heaving, snow-white skin beneath.
She looked at the messy, lewd scene in the backseat, then at the boy who, though exhausted, wore a satisfied smile like a conqueror.
She licked her dry, red lips and spoke in her soft yet husky voice, using a tone of unquestionable command.
"Alright, Sister Lin. You've had enough fun, haven't you?"
Madam Zhou's voice rang out in the quiet cabin like a devil's whisper from hell, carrying that raspiness and absolute authority.
"Now..."
"...it's my turn."
Madam Lin lay prone on Jerry like a dead fish, only her heaving chest proving she was still alive.
Madam Zhou ignored her. She opened the driver's side door and stepped out of the car.
The cold wind, mixed with snowflakes, instantly poured into the heated cabin, making both people inside shiver.
Madam Zhou walked around the front of the car and opened the rear door.
Her long legs, wrapped in black trousers, stepped into the cabin, carrying the chill of the outdoors.
Without a moment's hesitation, she reached out and, with a posture bordering on rough, yanked Madam Lin—still paralyzed on Jerry—off of him and tossed her to the other side of the backseat like a discarded rag doll.
"Mmh..." Madam Lin was startled awake by the sudden move. She let out a grunt of dissatisfaction and tried to resist, only to find her body so weak she couldn't move a finger. She could only watch as Madam Zhou took the position where she had just "battled."
Madam Zhou didn't straddle Jerry directly like Madam Lin had.
She chose a way that was more... humiliating and filled with technique.
She propped up Jerry's body, which was weak from the previous exertion, and let him lean against the seat. Then, she turned her side to him, her back to Jerry, and knelt on the leather seat, bracing her hands on the headrests of the front seats.
This posture allowed her equally voluptuous and full buttocks—even perkier and rounder than Madam Lin's—to be presented unreservedly and completely before Jerry's eyes.
Madam Zhou wore a pair of high-quality black suit trousers. The fabric clung tightly to her incredible, peach-like buttock curves, outlining the two rounded, fleshy cheeks vividly.
At the junction of those two cheeks, a deep and tempting cleft was formed.
Madam Zhou knelt like that and then, with a strange rhythm, began to sway and twist her waist and hips back and forth.
The massive, fleshy buttocks swayed provocatively right before Jerry's eyes, right in front of his nose.
With every sway, the two firm cheeks would slightly deform from the squeeze, emitting a visual impact that made the blood boil.
"Little darling..."
The voice came from ahead, carrying a raspiness and a bone-melting flirtatiousness. "Do you like Auntie Zhou's ass? Hmm?"
How could Jerry withstand such ultimate teasing?
His giant object, which had just released and was in a semi-flaccid state, once again engorged and expanded at an incredible speed upon seeing this intensely lewd sight. It became harder and hotter than before!
Jerry reached out and grabbed the two fleshy, swaying cheeks of her ass.
Smack! A crisp sound rang out.
The feeling in his hands was one of amazing elasticity and warmth.
Jerry felt as though his palms had sunk into two massive, life-filled mounds of dough, making him unable to resist kneading and gripping them forcefully.
"Mmh..."
Madam Zhou let out a satisfied moan, the swaying of her hips becoming more intense and frantic.
She could clearly feel the strong hand belonging to the boy wantonly ravaging and toying with her buttocks.
"What's the point of just touching?"
She panted, looking back at Jerry with eyes like liquid silk. "If you have the guts... put it... inside..."
As she spoke, she actively and forcefully used her two full buttock cheeks to clamp the massive spear, which was already purple-hard with a trace of white fluid remaining on its tip.
Sizzle... sizzle... squelch...
Sticky and loud water sounds once again echoed in the quiet cabin. That terrifying giant object moved passively in and out, rubbing within her equally fleshy butt-cleft. Every move drew out a large amount of lewd fluid—a mix of both their bodies.
This "unofficial," surface-level play was more agonizing and stimulating than direct entry.
Jerry felt as if his lower abdomen were on fire. Streams of heat rushed frantically toward the giant being ground and clamped by the warm, tight cleft.
He let out a low roar and used his hands to pull Madam Zhou's massive, twisting body fiercely toward him!
Then, he guided the giant—already glistening and scalding from the friction—and aimed it at the mysterious garden hidden within the deep cleft, which was already a muddy mess and desperate to be penetrated.
"Little darling... you have to be... gentle... Auntie Zhou was... all swollen last time..." Madam Zhou sensed his intent to explode, her voice carrying a feigned panic and... a deeper expectation.
Jerry didn't answer her. He responded with the most direct, barbaric action.
His waist exerted sudden force. In a posture filled with explosive power from below, he ruthlessly drove the terrifying giant through her voluptuous, fleshy cleft in one go, submerging it to the very root!
Squelch!
Another loud, sticky sound like mud being stepped on!
"AH! PAIN!"
Jerry gave her no room to breathe.
After successfully opening a new, tighter, and more soul-searing battlefield, he began a new round of even crazier and more tireless charging!
Thump! Thump! Thump! Thump!
He lay on the backseat, his waist thrusting upward with incredible frequency and power. Every time, he drove the giant mercilessly into the deepest part of Madam Zhou's body, which was as tight as a virgin's.
The dull, loud sounds of flesh colliding intertwined with the increasingly frantic, swamp-like water sounds, composing a symphony of desire far wilder, more primal, and more filled with taboo and destruction than the one before.
Beside them, Madam Lin—who had just recovered from her ultimate orgasm—watched this "doggy-style" scene, which was even more frantic and lewd than her own earlier encounter. She looked at her own lower half, a mess from the ravaging and still uncontrollably leaking white fluid.
However, just as this frantic feast reached its absolute climax, Jerry's amber eyes—which had been slightly dazed by ultimate pleasure—suddenly flashed with a strange light.
Jerry's movements stopped abruptly.
The giant object, still buried deep within Madam Zhou, stopped its thrusting, remaining motionless in that state of total penetration.
"Mmh... why... why stop..." Madam Zhou let out a grunt of dissatisfaction. Her brain, washed blank by pleasure, hadn't yet realized what had happened.
She instinctively twisted her hips, wanting to continue the interrupted ecstasy, only to be held down by Jerry's hand on her buttocks.
"How much longer are you going to pretend?"
Jerry's voice was as cold as the wind and snow outside, carrying a trace of mockery and... scrutiny.
His amber eyes became incredibly sharp at this moment, like two poisoned daggers staring dead at the voluptuous, trembling body before him.
In that frantic union just now, Jerry had keenly captured some... anomalies.
The bodies of these two women were too perfect.
The passages were as tight as a maiden's, their endurance and capacity were staggering and far beyond ordinary men, and they were able to maintain a certain... restrained reaction even in the midst of ultimate pleasure.
These were not traits ordinary human women should possess.
"Little... little darling... what are you saying..." Madam Zhou's voice carried a sob. Her face, flushed with passion, was written with confusion and grievance. "What did... what did Auntie Zhou do wrong..."
Madam Lin, beside them, was also startled awake by this sudden turn of events.
She propped up her still-weak body. Her shrewd eyes were also filled with confusion and... a hint of annoyance at being offended.
"You brat, what's gotten into you?"
Her voice was sharp and direct, her English carrying a heavy Shanghai accent. "What 'pretending'? I don't understand what you're talking about!"
Jerry looked at their reactions... reactions that were sincere to the point of being stupid. The confusion in his heart grew stronger.
He once again used his mental power—which, though his magic was suppressed, remained exceptionally sharp—to scan the bodies of these two women.
There were no traces of disguise.
Their bodies, their souls, everything about them... was so... ordinary.
As ordinary as any mortal woman in this world, driven by desire and ruled by instinct.
Had he... truly perceived it wrong?
Jerry's brows furrowed tightly.
In his amber eyes, complex and unreadable lights flashed.
Perhaps these two days without magic had made him oversensitive and paranoid.
Perhaps they really were just two... mature women conquered by his skin and that thing of his—ordinary, thirsty, middle-aged women.
"NO!"
Jerry's eyes suddenly sharpened. The coldness that erupted in that instant caused the temperature in the car to plummet several degrees.
That sense of discordance, that feeling that something was wrong, flashed through his mind again.
It was the presence of magic!
It was... the Silencing Charm!
"Still want to play?"
Jerry's voice was cold and devoid of any emotion. The hand still pressing on Madam Zhou's buttocks suddenly exerted force.
"AH!"
Madam Zhou let out a cry of pain. The expression on her face—the one written with "grievance" and "confusion"—finally changed.
The feigned softness and vulnerability of a mortal woman fell away rapidly like a shattered mask.
In its place was a high-and-mighty, cold... playfulness belonging to a deity.
Her body began to glow. Her gentle Asian features began to reshape and change.
Her eye sockets deepened, the bridge of her nose rose, her black hair turned to a brilliant gold, and those eyes—once gentle as water—now flashed with an all-knowing, majestic, and aggressive divine light.
Madam Lin, slumped on the other side of the backseat, also slowly sat up.
Her shrewd and capable image as a Shanghai noblewoman turned into a young girl in a flash of light. Her face was written with the arrogance of a superior being in total control.
They were no longer "Madam Lin" and "Madam Zhou." They were Queen Hera and Aurora.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk. So you finally realized?"
Hera stood up slowly from Jerry's body.
The giant object, still coated in the fluids of both, slid out from her mysterious garden—which had already restored its pristine smoothness, leaving not even a single trace.
"Pop!"
She looked down at Jerry, who was still sitting in his seat, with a mocking smile curling her lips.
"I really thought our all-powerful King of Succubi was going to be completely drained by two 'ordinary, mortal middle-aged women'."
"It seems that after your magic was suppressed, your senses have become quite dull as well."
Aurora stood to the side with her arms crossed, looking Jerry up and down with the gaze of someone inspecting a trophy.
She took in his lean body, covered in sweat from the recent exertion, and that thing which—though currently soft—remained shocking in size.
"However, this body of yours truly is a fine toy."
Aurora paused, then extended her fingers, counting methodically.
"One, two, three, four, five... tsk, even counting the two of us, your mission this time doesn't even reach the passing grade."
Of those seven pairs of panties, two belonged to them.
And the two of them were fundamentally outside the scope of the mission's count.
Thus, Jerry's harvest this time was only five.
The mission was a total failure.
Jerry's expression became incredibly dark.
Being mocked, being toyed with, and even... mission failure.
All of this stemmed from his suppressed magic and his current weakness.
A towering rage ignited in his chest.
He stood up abruptly from the seat, ignoring his naked lower half, and grabbed the arm of Hera as she was about to dress.
"The game is over?"
He looked at her, his amber eyes flashing with a dangerous light.
"No, the game... has only just begun!"
His figure became blurred instantly.
The next second, they were no longer in the sedan parked by the snowy woods, but in the grand, ancient hall of a Gothic castle.
A roaring fire burned in the warm fireplace, making the entire hall feel like a balmy spring day.
The heavy velvet carpet, embroidered with the Rosier family crest, was soft and silent underfoot.
"What, still not convinced?"
Hera brushed off his hand and tidied her somewhat messy clothes, her face showing no surprise at all, as if she had expected this long ago.
However, Jerry ignored her.
His gaze fell on several figures sitting on the sofa in front of the fireplace.
They were two teenage girls in Hogwarts uniforms, identical and as exquisitely beautiful as porcelain dolls, along with a noble white lady who, though older, still possessed a lingering charm and high-class aura.
The Patil twins, and their mother.
"Jerry!"
Seeing Jerry appear, the Patil sisters stood up from the sofa immediately, joy crossing their faces.
But their mother, upon seeing Jerry and the two "strange women" behind him—who were disheveled and whose faces were unclear, yet could not hide their divine and luxurious aura—flashed a look of vigilance and doubt in her eyes.
"Master, you have returned."
A house-elf wearing a tuxedo appeared out of thin air before Jerry and bowed respectfully.
"Madam Patil and the two young ladies have been waiting for you for a long time."
"Old Henry!"
Jerry nodded, his face returning to a calm state, as if the madness and anger in the car earlier had never happened.
"Take them to the guest rooms to settle in and entertain them well.
I have some matters to attend to."
"Yes, Master."
Old Henry bowed again and then led the somewhat bewildered Patil family away, disappearing into one side of the hall.
In the massive castle hall, only Jerry, Hera, and Aurora remained.
Jerry walked to a single armchair in front of the fireplace and sat down.
Jerry did not put on clothes immediately, but simply sat there with his lower half naked, letting that giant object—which was already showing signs of revival under the warm firelight—remain exposed to the air.
"Speak!"
He looked at the two women opposite him, his voice flat and without a ripple.
"What is your purpose?"
Hera and Aurora exchanged a glance.
"I've played enough!"
Hera shrugged, being the first to speak.
"I'm bored!"
She paused, then spread her hands, a hint of helplessness appearing on her face.
"As for your two little lovers, Katherine and Ophelia, I'm sorry, I can't save them."
Jerry's eyes darkened.
Just then, Aurora, standing to the side, suddenly began to laugh.
"If Hera can't, it doesn't mean... I can't."
Aurora walked over to Jerry, leaned down, and extended her long fingers to trace teasing circles on that giant object that was slowly lifting its head and turning scalding hot.
"I can help you!"
Aurora looked at Jerry, her sharp eyes flashing with the brilliance of a shrewd businessman.
"But..."
She changed her tone, her fingers sliding up the giant to pinch the two full orbs, kneading them with moderate pressure.
"You must agree to one condition."
"Speak."
Jerry's voice remained calm.
"I want to borrow that 'Mother Bug' from beneath your alchemy workshop,"
In Aurora's eyes, a light of near-madness and intense desire flashed.
"For... a period of time."
"How do you know... fine, I promise you!"
Aurora's eyes, sparkling with shrewdness, watched Jerry, her lips curling into a sly arc that completely contradicted her youthful appearance.
"You misunderstood, little darling!"
Aurora's voice was clear and melodious like a silver bell, but the content was filled with unquestionable authority.
"I cannot personally take action.
I have an agreement with the False Olympus. If I were to break in and take people, it would be a public tearing up of the treaty and would trigger a massive mess. I don't want to get involved in that kind of trouble."
Aurora leaned down. Her petite body, like that of an undeveloped girl, formed a bizarre yet harmonious unity with the powerful, mountain-like aura she radiated.
Aurora's fingertips continued to flick and tease Jerry's giant object, which had become engorged and scalding again due to her touch.
Every flick made the full tip quiver slightly, oozing more crystal-clear mucus.
"So, you have to make the trip yourself."
Aurora spoke unhurriedly, as if stating the most ordinary matter.
"But don't worry, I will help you mask all the prying eyes of the Wizard Towers.
No one will discover that your two little lovers 'cheated' through their trials with your help.
Furthermore, I can use the resources of the United Association to 'send' you safely to the ferry."
Aurora paused, her sharp eyes narrowing slightly, flashing with an all-seeing light.
"As for how I knew about the Mother Bug in your workshop... I only just found out.
Don't forget, I am the President of the Magic United Association. Very few things in this world can be hidden from me.
But I can tell you clearly, Fudge and Dumbledore do not know.
However, Sue Chan knows."
Jerry looked at Aurora calmly.
In those amber eyes, there were no emotional fluctuations, deep as an ancient well.
Jerry did not question the truth of her words.
He was merely calculating the costs and benefits calmly and quickly.
A few seconds later, he spoke, his voice flat and without a ripple.
"When will you send me there?"
"Tomorrow!"
Aurora straightened up, her face showing the satisfied smile of a successful plotter, like a little fox.
"You need to rest. After all... you've worked very hard these past few days."
After Aurora finished speaking, she and Hera exchanged a look.
The two spoke no more. Their figures slowly faded into the air like ink dissolving in water, about to disappear.
Just as their figures were about to vanish completely, a burst of lowered mutterings filled with annoyance and mutual accusation drifted over clearly.
"I told you the kid would find out!
It's all your fault!
Why did you cast a silence spell?"
Hera's voice was full of irritation, clearly still brooding over her earlier state of being completely conquered and losing control.
"It's clearly because you screamed too loud!"
Aurora's voice likewise carried a trace of shame and unwillingness.
"I could hear you screeching like a slaughtered pig even through a silence spell.
If a passing Muggle couldn't notice that, they'd have to be deaf!"
"I screamed loud?"
Hera was like a cat that had its tail stepped on, her voice turning sharp instantly.
"That thing of his... that thing is so huge!
It's like a red-hot iron rod, just shoved all the way to the end without any warning!
And I couldn't even use magic for protection!
Would you not scream?
Who wouldn't scream?"
The voice was filled with the grievance of being ravaged and... a trace of the shiver that still lingered, an endless aftertaste.
"..."
Aurora fell into a rare silence.
A few seconds later, she was heard muttering in a voice that was almost inaudible, carrying a hint of resentment and admission:
"...Fair point."
As soon as the words fell, the figures of the two vanished completely into the air.
Only that conversation, filled with desire and complex emotions, continued to echo faintly in the empty hall.
"Two sluts who need a good pounding... I should have fucked you both for longer if I'd known!"
A smile outlined Jerry's lips.
He had actually noticed the silence spell the moment it was cast.
The reason he forcibly ended the fun was because the system had issued another emergency quest.
Katherine and the others were in danger again. If he didn't go to their rescue now, it would likely be the end for them.
"Tomorrow, then?"
"Mmh, little kitten, you'd better hold on!"
When Jerry emerged from the bathroom, he was only wearing a silk bathrobe.
Warm steam rose, carrying the crisp scent of his cologne and body wash, diluting the heavy musk.
Old Henry had already cleaned the hall until it was spotless; every mark on the carpet had vanished, as if everything that had happened was just a dream.
Jerry walked straight to the lounge in the hall. There, Madam Patil and her twin daughters were already seated and waiting.
Although Madam Patil could not hide her weariness, she still maintained the elegance and reserve unique to the nobility.
And her two daughters, Padma Patil and Parvati Patil, were still in their Hogwarts uniforms, nervously wringing their fingers. Their honey-colored eyes, exactly like their mother's, were full of unease and anticipation.
Jerry didn't waste words; he sat directly in the main seat, legs crossed casually.
Vaguely visible beneath the bathrobe was his body, which was full of explosive power yet still slightly green.
"Speak."
Jerry's voice was cold and calm, without any pleasantries.
Madam Patil took a deep breath, trying to steady her mind.
"Jerry... Mr. Rosier!"
She chose her words carefully, trying to sound proper.
"There was a serious mistake in the family investments. A series of blows has left the Patil family facing an unprecedented crisis..."
Her words were fragmented, her voice carrying an undisguisable fatigue and despair.
"...The goblins of Gringotts have issued an ultimatum. If all debts cannot be repaid within a month, they... they will seize everything our family owns, including our manor in the Skyland City, our shares in St. Mungo's, and... everything!"
Jerry listened silently, a cold arc curling on his lips.
His slender fingers tapped on the armchair's armrest, creating rhythmic, crisp sounds like the tolling of a judgment bell.
"So!"
He interrupted her with a cold laugh.
"Since when did I become a prize?
Something goes wrong with your family, and you think of coming to me?"
Jerry's tone held an undisguised contempt, while his gaze, like a blade, swept back and forth across Madam Patil's once exceptionally beautiful face and the twins who were just beginning to show their maidenly curves.
"Is it just because you think I'm a... frivolous fellow, so you think I'm easy to talk to?
But, Madam, are you truly prepared to lie down on the bed?"
The color drained instantly from Madam Patil's face, and her body shuddered violently.
She stood up abruptly, her eyes flashing with a mix of resentment and humiliation at being offended, and the shame of having her disguise stripped away.
"Mr. Rosier, please show some respect!
Though the Patil family is in distress, we are by no means as... cheap as you say! Farewell!"
She turned to leave but was caught deathly tight by two pairs of slender arms on either side.
"Mother! No! We can't go!"
Parvati's voice rang out with a sob. Her honey eyes were full of tears, yet they held a firmness that didn't match her age.
"Please, Mother!
We... we have no other way!"
The other twin, Padma, also knelt down and hugged Madam Patil's legs tightly, pleading, "Mother, please! Just this once!
For the family, for Father!
We can't just stand by and watch our property be taken by the goblins and the family be disgraced!"
Madam Patil looked at her two daughters, seeing the mix of fear, humiliation, yet absolute resolve to sacrifice for the family on their faces. Her body froze completely.
Her tears finally could not be held back, sliding down silently.
She knew what kind of mental preparation she and her daughters had made before coming here.
"Alright,"
Jerry's tone held a note of impatience and a trace of subtle irony.
"Since you're here, stop the acting.
I know your plan.
Set an example for your mother!"
He raised an eyebrow, gesturing to the two girls.
Padma and Parvati looked at each other, a flash of resolve crossing their faces.
They slowly released their mother and then, under Jerry's cold and scrutinizing gaze, walked toward him with slightly stiff steps.
Without hesitation, they reached out their hands and grabbed the tie of the bathrobe Jerry had just put on.
"Rrip—"
A slight tearing sound rang out.
The soft silk bathrobe fell away, leaving Jerry's entire body exposed naked in the warm firelight.
That massive spear—which had just received great satisfaction from Aurora and Hera and was currently slightly soft yet still standing tall—snapped out as the robe fell.
The full mushroom head at its tip quivered slightly in the air, carrying a trace of crystal-clear mucus.
The two sisters looked at the familiar behemoth before them, which was shocking every time they saw it. A clear flash of shock and... uncontrollable desire crossed their honey-colored eyes.
But they did not retreat.
Parvati was the first to kneel.
Her petite frame against Jerry's wide sofa and the intimidating size of his lower half formed a high-impact visual.
Parvati used those childish yet seductive eyes to stare directly at the giant object standing before her. She extended her small tongue and lightly licked her dry lips.
She lowered her head slightly, and then her cherry lips opened tremulously toward the tip of the giant.
A second before her warm, moist mouth could wrap around the mushroom head, Jerry's waist thrust forward abruptly!
SLAP! A crisp, loud crack rang out, like the sound of two pieces of tender meat being slammed together.
The massive mushroom head, carrying a trace of warm moisture, slapped unmercifully against Parvati's nervous and slightly dazed, pretty cheek!
"Mmh..."
Parvati let out a small muffled groan, and a red mark instantly appeared on her cheek.
Her eyes filled with a watery mist, and tears burst out uncontrollably—a complex mix of pain, humiliation, and ultimate pleasure.
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! Jerry did not stop. His powerful hips moved like a machine, frantically and rhythmically. One after another, he used the still-engorged giant to slap Parvati's tender cheeks without mercy.
Every slap left a clear, lewd red mark on the girl's face, emitting the wet slap-slap sound. The mucus oozing from the tip also left shimmering trails of humiliation across Parvati's youthful face with every strike.
Padma's body shuddered violently, her hand gripping Jerry's scrotum tightening slightly at the sight.
In her honey eyes was terror and heartache, yet she dared not make a sound, only biting her lower lip hard as tears fell silently.
Parvati's cheeks had become swollen and red, covered in white and shimmering traces.
That shameful, numbing pain made her body shiver completely, yet within the pain, she felt an unprecedented, ultimate excitement.
Her eyes turned dazed, and she emitted sounds of meaningless crying from her throat.
When Jerry's slapping finally ceased, her face was covered in a flush of humiliation, tears rolling down like broken pearls.
Without a moment's hesitation or a single complaint, Parvati extended her trembling tongue to greedily lick away the traces of Jerry's fluids from her cheeks, one bit at a time.
Then, she lowered her head again. This time, she didn't wait passively.
She opened her swollen cherry mouth and, with a resolve to conquer everything, took the terrifying giant object accurately and unhesitatingly into her mouth!
"Mmph... woo... ah..."
Parvati used all her strength to swallow. The massive spear nearly occupied her entire oral cavity, making her cheeks bulge out. She emitted muffled moans of mixed pain and pleasure.
Padma watched her sister, her honey eyes being overtaken by an even crazier desire not to be left behind.
She knew she had to do more, do better.
Padma released the scrotum in her hand and extended her slender fingers. With a trace of a tremble but with firm intent, she reached toward Jerry's sensitive prostate area, hidden by the sofa but still vaguely accessible.
Soon, her fingertips touched that small, protruding sensitive spot.
Padma took a deep breath and began to skillfully and rhythmically massage the spot with technique.
"Mmh..."
Jerry let out a suppressed, satisfied moan.
His eyes, which had been cold and scrutinizing, now became dazed by the extreme stimulation.
Padma watched the flush of passion gradually appear on his face, and looked at his giant object thrusting madly in Parvati's mouth; the light in her eyes grew even hotter.
With Padma's massage, the fire of desire within Jerry's body roared to life as if fueled by oil.
The giant in Parvati's mouth became even larger and hotter, every inch of muscle throbbing violently.
A large amount of transparent mucus flowed from the base, mixing with the saliva from Parvati's mouth, making the giant glisten with a lewd shine.
Parvati's jaw ached from being stretched, and the depths of her throat were rubbed raw and painful by the rough friction of the giant.
But she didn't dare relax. Instead, she worked harder and more greedily, sucking and licking the giant that was ravaging her mouth.
Her tongue was like the most flexible dancer, precisely capturing every sensitive fold at the front, pushing Jerry's pleasure to the peak.
"Ah... mmh... quicker... faster..."
Jerry's voice turned low and raspy, filled with unfulfilled craving.
Hearing his urge, Padma's finger movements became even more rapid and rhythmic.
She even covered the area with her entire palm, using more force and denser friction to stimulate Jerry's desire, which had been awakened to the limit.
It was a pure, primal, yet destructive stimulation.
Finally, Jerry's body stiffened abruptly. He grabbed Parvati's hair with both hands, pressing her small head deathly tight against the giant that was about to explode.
"Mmph!"
He let out a low roar, suppressed to the extreme, sounding inhuman.
A scalding, thick white flood—carrying a heavy, musky scent and in a quantity far exceeding imagination—erupted like a burst dam from the wide-open urethral opening in an unstoppable, violent posture!
"Woo... gulp-gulp... mmh..."
Parvati's mouth was instantly filled completely by the flood, which shot straight into the depths of her throat.
She had no time to swallow; the immense impact made her instinctively feel as though she were suffocating. But she didn't let go, nor did she resist in the slightest. She tried her hardest to swallow every drop into her stomach to show her greed and submission.
However, the sheer volume of the eruption exceeded the capacity of her mouth.
A large amount of the latex-like white fluid surged uncontrollably from the gaps of her swollen lips and from her nostrils, which were tilted back slightly from the extreme pleasure!
The crystal liquid, mixed with snot and tears, flowed wantonly across her tender cheeks.
Parvati's nasal cavity was filled with that intense, almost choking masculine scent. The musky smell hitting her brain left her mind blank, leaving only the most primal shiver of a female who had been completely conquered.
"Madam Patil."
Madam Patil's body shuddered violently. She lifted her head, her dazed eyes looking blankly at the boy sitting on the sofa, who ruled over everything like a Demon King.
Jerry did not look at her. His gaze was fixed on Parvati's right hand, which was still trembling and covered in his essence.
On that hand, the milky-white, viscous liquid shimmered with an ambiguous and eerie luster under the warm firelight.
"Your daughters are very... 'sensible'."
Jerry's voice carried a hint of light mockery. "They know that to get something from me, they must pay the corresponding price."
He paused, then slowly lifted his hand and pointed at Parvati's wet, slippery hand.
"But..."
A malicious smile curled on his lips. "Their 'sincerity' is not yet enough."
"You, Madam Patil,"
His gaze finally pierced through the trembling noblewoman like two sharp swords. "You are the one who truly came to beg me."
"So..."
His voice turned into a devil's whisper, filled with a lethal, irresistible temptation.
"...Go on."
"Lick the things on Parvati's hand clean."
"If you lick it clean!"
"I will agree to lend your family that... astronomical sum you need.
I believe only I can produce that amount of money right now!"
"What... did... you... say..."
Madam Patil's voice was as dry as sandpaper. Every word sounded as if it had been squeezed from the depths of her throat with all her strength.
Her body trembled violently, and her dazed eyes were written with unbelievable horror and... ultimate humiliation.
"No... no... I can't do it..."
She shook her head, lost in despair, tears rolling down her pale face like broken pearls.
"I can't... I absolutely... can't..."
However, just then, the two girls who had been kneeling on the floor slowly lifted their heads.
Their eyes, likewise filled with tears yet shining with a near-manic light, looked straight at their mother.
"Mother..."
Parvati's voice carried a rasp and... a plea. "Please..."
She slowly raised her wet, slippery hand—covered in the thick fluid—before her mother's face.
"Just... just do it for us... for the family..."
Padma's voice was similarly filled with desperate entreaty. "Please... Mother..."
Madam Patil looked at the hand inches away, then at the pleading and desperate faces of her two daughters.
She trembled uncontrollably. Her legs went weak, and she collapsed onto the cold carpet.
Only the fire in the fireplace continued to crackle and burn, reflecting intermittently off the outstretched hand of the girl, covered in white fluid, and the face of the beautiful noblewoman kneeling before it, tear-streaked and filled with despair.
Time seemed to freeze at this moment.
Her tongue finally extended!
"Gulp!"