"A Quidditch sponsor?"
Jerry sat on the sofa, quietly watching the two girls kneeling before him, reaching out to rub the heads of the twin sisters.
He knew that nothing in this world could make a person plunge into the abyss more willingly than the survival instinct of a family on the brink of destruction.
"The Quidditch bidding?"
Jerry repeated the words Madam Patil had mentioned earlier. "Your Patil family really has some nerve!"
"The waters in a competition of this level are so deep that even I wouldn't dare dip a toe in easily."
The slight curl of his lips carried a hint of disdain, as if mocking the Patil family's overestimation of their own strength.
Hearing this, Madam Patil's heart shuddered violently; she instinctively wanted to retort, to defend the last shred of her family's pathetic dignity.
However, after witnessing Jerry's cold ruthlessness, all her arrogance had been ground into dust. She opened her mouth but couldn't make a sound, only the pain in her eyes grew more intense.
Parvati saw her mother's stiffness and helplessness. She squeezed her mother's cold hand hard and then looked up, meeting Jerry's gaze with her red, yet determined eyes.
"Jerry, it's not the tournament itself."
Her voice had stabilized significantly, carrying a rasp, but every word was clear. "It's our family's long-standing status as a 'Quidditch Sponsor'."
"To be precise, our Patil family has always been the exclusive supplier of accessories for the wizarding world's top Quidditch teams, especially international matches."
Padma continued, her face still bearing the flush and swelling from the "slaps" Jerry had given her earlier, but her eyes flashed with the brilliance of a shrewd businesswoman. "From the runic carvings on broomsticks to the magical crests on team uniforms, and even the gemstone encrustations on the winner's trophy..."
"The Patil family, relying on generations of inherited magical craftsmanship and strict control over materials, has almost monopolized the top-tier market in this field. The profits are huge and stable."
"For the past few decades, this has been one of our family's main sources of income and our pride. This Quidditch World Cup was supposed to be a perfect opportunity for us to make a fortune."
As she spoke, Padma's tone revealed unsuppressable resentment and frustration. "However, just a month ago, a rival appeared out of nowhere in the market."
"They have no history and no reputation, yet with financial power far beyond reason, they are bidding frantically for contracts that were meant for us—at nearly double the price."
Jerry's eyebrows twitched imperceptibly upon hearing this.
Double the price?
This wasn't ordinary business competition; this was a blatant war of financial attrition. The goal wasn't just to steal business, but to utterly destroy the Patil family.
"The family leadership misjudged the situation."
Padma's voice grew lower, filled with obvious self-reproach and helplessness. "Father was always proud of the Patil family's irreplaceable position in the Quidditch accessory field, believing those contracts were already in our pockets."
"So, when that competitor started bidding at high prices, the family didn't realize it was targeted at us. Instead, they arrogantly thought the rival was just fruitlessly wasting money."
"And the family had long since become accustomed to this 'guaranteed income' model."
Parvati's voice carried a bone-chilling coldness. "Most of the family's liquid capital had already been used to purchase large quantities of rare magical materials in advance, according to the practice of previous years."
"Even some of the rare Orichalcum had been pre-forged into primary rune plates and inlay bases for those top-tier World Cup accessories."
"Now, these valuable materials and semi-finished products are piled up in several of the family's vaults."
Her voice carried a trace of despair. "The reason we can't produce enough Galleons to deal with Gringotts' debt collection isn't that we don't have assets, but because those assets are physical goods, and most have already entered the production process."
"Turning them into cash takes a long time. Once the news leaks out, under pressure from Gringotts, those prepared wizarding chambers of commerce will take advantage of our misfortune. The price will be pushed to the minimum, and the family will lose everything!"
"And if we can't keep our status as a Quidditch sponsor..."
Padma took over Parvati's words, tears welling up in her eyes again, her voice choking. "Those priceless Quidditch accessories that have already been made, or are in production, will all become junk that cannot be returned or sold."
"No team would need accessories provided by a family with no contract and no reputation."
"More importantly... once we lose Quidditch, our largest source of lifeblood, the Patil family's finances will completely collapse. By then, Gringotts won't even need to lift a finger; we will head straight toward decay and destruction!"
Madam Patil let out a long sigh in her heart.
She never imagined the family would fall into such an irredeemable state due to a single instance of negligence and arrogance.
And now, all her hope was pinned on the bastard before her.
Jerry listened to all of this, the smile at the corner of his mouth deepening.
He knew that this was the real bait, and the truly fatal weakness of the Patil family.
They weren't without money; their cash flow was simply strangled, and their assets had become non-liquid sunk costs. Once the bid failed, those assets would be nothing but a pile of trash.
Jerry gently rubbed the top of Parvati's head, but his gaze fell on Madam Patil.
"In this world, there is no such thing as a free lunch."
Jerry spoke flatly, his voice like a devil's whisper, full of temptation and threat. "If you want me to step in, what are you prepared to pay?"
Jerry's gaze swept back and forth playfully across Madam Patil's voluptuous, enticing body, which had its marks hidden by her long dress.
Under Jerry's gaze, her body gave an uncontrollable, slight shudder.
"I... I..."
Madam Patil looked at Jerry in despair, her throat feeling blocked as if she couldn't speak.
She knew she had nothing left to give.
Jerry looked at the extreme humiliation and struggle on Madam Patil's face, a trace of mockery flashing in his eyes.
He knew now was the best time to pull in the net.
He stopped pressing her and leaned back against the sofa, crossing his arms. His tone was as calm as if he were discussing the weather, yet every word hit Madam Patil's heart with heavy weight.
"Madam!"
Jerry spoke methodically, his voice not loud but every word clear. "I have never liked forcing people into difficult positions."
"Since the Patil family is currently going through a difficult time, I, the Head of the Rosier family, naturally won't just stand by."
"I will give you three choices. You can consider them carefully."
His gaze swept over the twins kneeling on the floor and returned to Madam Patil's voluptuous body—hidden by her dress yet still alluring—piercing her soul with a deep playfulness.
"The first choice!"
Jerry held up one finger and wagged it slightly. "I can lend you the money. The amount will be no less than what you need to solve Gringotts' debt and your turnover."
"But naturally, the interest on this money won't be low."
"You know Gringotts' interest rates. Mine will be double theirs."
"However, Madam can rest assured. Compared to the predicament your family currently faces and the 'price' you would have to pay for those potential, unsavory methods, this interest is likely your best option."
Jerry spoke euphemistically, but Madam Patil and her daughters all understood his underlying meaning. Compared to those underground forces that would stop at nothing for profit and could swallow the entire Patil family whole, Jerry was at least giving a clear monetary figure.
Though this choice was painful, it seemed to be the most direct and "clean" solution, sparing her from further mental and physical degradation.
A faint light of hope seemed to ignite in Madam Patil's numb eyes, but it was immediately extinguished by the despair brought by the high interest.
Gringotts' interest was already as heavy as a mountain; double that amount meant that even if the family survived the immediate crisis, their flesh and blood would be sucked dry in the future.
"The second choice."
Jerry held up a second finger, his voice becoming somewhat nonchalant, as if he had suddenly taken an interest. He licked his lips playfully.
"Since the Patil family holds the Quidditch bidding qualifications and those stockpiled accessories, you could simply... sell them to me."
"The Rosier family can take over all of the Patil family's inventory in the Quidditch industry, whether it's finished accessories or rare magical materials."
"At the same time, your so-called bidding qualifications can be transferred to me as well."
"In this way, you not only get rid of those troublesome debts, but!"
The smile at the corner of Jerry's lips widened, carrying a hint of blatant evil. "The Patil family will be free from the high-risk Quidditch industry from now on. All the commercial risks you would have endured will be borne by me."
This choice was undoubtedly an attractive-looking escape route.
It would immediately free the Patil family from debt and the quagmire of Quidditch bidding.
However, Madam Patil knew exactly what this meant.
This wasn't a simple commercial transfer; it meant the Patil family would be completely purged from the Quidditch accessory field—the very industry they relied on for survival across generations. It was equivalent to cutting off their own arms.
The Patil family would be like squeezed-out sugarcane pulp, completely discarded with no chance of a comeback.
Her years of hard work, the family's glory, and its foundation would be destroyed in an instant.
This was equivalent to a slow death and a total denial of the family.
"As for the third choice, which is the one I personally prefer."
Jerry slowly withdrew his fingers.
"The Patil family becomes a vassal of the Rosier family."
As soon as these words were spoken, the air in the hall seemed to freeze instantly, all sound silenced.
Madam Patil's body shuddered violently. A crimson flush, almost the color of blood, instantly surged onto her deathly pale face—it was a reaction on the verge of collapse brought by ultimate humiliation.
To become a vassal!
For a pure-blood family with a century of history, this was ten thousand times worse than death!
However, Jerry gave her no chance to argue. He continued in a near-whisper, stating the choice that would most destroy her mind: "Becoming a vassal naturally comes with vassal obligations, but there are also vassal benefits."
"I can lend you the money, and I won't charge a single cent of interest."
"That's right, zero interest."
"In the future, you only need to repay the principal. I will give you plenty of time."
Jerry's gaze swept over Madam Patil's chest, which was heaving violently from anger and humiliation, and a more playful arc outlined his lips.
"However, as a vassal and a part of the Rosier family, all future profits from the Patil family's businesses must have forty percent handed over to the Rosier family."
Jerry looked into Madam Patil's pupils, which were gradually losing focus due to disbelief and despair, and spoke with a trace of unquestionable coldness. "My protection, my resources, and my financial power will all be at your disposal."
"But the Patil family will forever lose its independence. You will forever be nothing more than the Rosier family's..."
Jerry slowly raised his hand and pointed a finger in mid-air.
"...property."
Those last few words landed lightly, yet they crashed onto Madam Patil's heart like a massive boulder.
Madam Patil's body trembled violently, her lips moving, but no sound came out, only silent tears falling.
Jerry watched her reaction with satisfaction. This despair was exactly what he needed.
"Don't worry, think about it slowly."
Jerry changed his tone, as if the previous oppression was just an illusion. His voice carried a bit of nonchalance. "You can stay here for a few days. Henry will take good care of you. I have a long trip to take tomorrow; it won't be too late to give me your answer when I return."
Saying this, Jerry stood straight up from the sofa.
His lean, youthful body appeared somewhat thin, yet it radiated an undeniable strength.
Jerry took a stride and walked directly in front of Madam Patil.
He stopped by her side, his gaze slowly scanning her neck, which was tense with despair, then landing on her voluptuous buttocks tightly wrapped in her skirt.
It wasn't easy for a boy's height to reach an adult woman who was sitting.
Jerry didn't hesitate; he extended a leg and stepped directly onto the soft sofa cushion beside her with his slippered foot, bracing his knee against the back of the sofa.
His loose bathrobe opened even wider because of this, exposing his naked lower half completely to the cool air.
That massive meat-root, reviving rapidly in the warm room and even angling slightly upward, was presented unreservedly and strikingly before Madam Patil and her two twin daughters kneeling behind her.
The giant object swayed slightly with Jerry's movement, its glistening tip bearing ambiguous, wet marks that hadn't yet dried.
Madam Patil's body stiffened abruptly, her eyes contracting sharply with fear. She closed her eyes in despair, yet she couldn't block the masculine scent carrying a faint musky odor from above, nor the heavy, scalding weight of the giant that felt as if it could crush everything.
Jerry leaned down slightly, and his massive meat-root was now hanging beside her lowered cheek.
He didn't touch her directly, but simply used the thick meat-root to slide across the corner of her eye, a touch that was rough yet carried a hint of stickiness.
"Mmh..."
A broken, unsuppressable whimper escaped Madam Patil's throat.
Her body shuddered violently and uncontrollably.
The massive meat-root slid slowly downward, rubbing across the bridge of her tear-stained nose, then down her pert tip to the edge of her lips.
The rough texture of the giant object, mixed with the faint musk and masculine scent, rubbed continuously, gently, and slowly against her face.
Once, and then again.
Jerry watched Madam Patil's tightly closed eyes and her eyelids twitching violently from extreme shame; the smile at the corner of his lips grew increasingly wicked.
He could clearly feel the tremors coming from beneath her skin—the reaction of a body being toyed with from deep within.
Jerry took a step forward, and the thing wrapped beneath his bathrobe moved an inch forward with him.
The massive meat-root, carrying wet heat, continued to linger beneath her nose.
At the same time, Jerry deliberately adjusted his posture, dropping those two full, firm orbs—carrying a slight chill—precisely and without warning onto her tightly pressed lips.
"Mmph!"
Madam Patil's body shuddered violently. She used all her strength just to avoid making a louder sound.
The cold, heavy contact of flesh, along with the equally rough texture of the sack, made her closed lips nearly go into spasm.
The intense, almost unsuppressable masculine scent, mixed with a faint musk, rushed directly into Madam Patil's nostrils.
She could clearly feel those two things swaying slightly and elastically against her lips.
Jerry's thumb and index finger clamped her jaw, exerting a bit of force as his thumb slid toward the corner of Madam Patil's mouth.
Madam Patil felt a powerful force attempting to pry her mouth open.
Her mouth remained shut tight, her tongue pressed against her teeth, a low groan of struggle escaping her throat.
Her entire body was tense, her bones creaking from the extreme stiffness. Her slender fingers dug deathly tight into her soft thighs, nearly sinking into the flesh.
However, Jerry's strength was unexpectedly great, carrying the stubborn arrogance of a youth.
His fingertips slid down Madam Patil's cheek while his other hand accurately gripped her neck, which appeared especially arched due to her kneeling position.
Jerry pressed down while his thumb forcibly pried open her lower lip.
"Mmh... mmh... let... let go..."
Madam Patil's eyes grew moist from extreme pain and humiliation, tears instantly blurring her vision. She struggled to turn her head, but was fixed in place by the hand gripping her neck.
Madam Patil's lips were pried open into a gap.
The instant that gap appeared, Jerry showed no pity. Instead, he yanked and pulled her jaw down hard.
Then, with a gentle thrust of his hips, the massive mushroom head—moist and full, having become even thicker and harder from the previous friction and her struggle—plunged directly and ruthlessly inside with irresistible determination!
"Mmph! AH!"
Madam Patil let out a broken whimper suppressed to the limit, a sound carrying immense pain and unbelievable shame.
Her mouth was instantly and violently stretched open by that behemoth; the faint sound of teeth being rubbed could even be heard.
That scalding, rough meat-pillar, carrying a masculine scent, filled almost all of her oral cavity in an instant.
The massive size left Madam Patil no time to resist.
Her gums, tongue, soft palate, and throat—all the delicate and sensitive areas she usually prided herself on—were now being brutally invaded and crushed by that weapon.
The giant object thrashed and thrust around arrogantly in Madam Patil's mouth, every movement in and out carrying a scalding, wet heat.
Her throat was continuously stimulated and crushed, her tongue forced roughly to one side. She couldn't swallow; she couldn't breathe.
A large amount of saliva overflowed uncontrollably from the corner of her mouth, mixed with the transparent mucus brought out by the giant, flowing slowly down her jaw.
Madam Patil began to cough violently, her body twisting, shoulders trembling, and her legs kicking out uncontrollably.
Though the boy's frame wasn't as large as an adult male's, his flexible and powerful hips, along with the hand that gripped her neck like an iron vise, held her voluptuous, mature body deathly tight in that small space. No matter how she struggled or swayed, she couldn't break free.
Suddenly, with a swift movement, Jerry backed off slightly and withdrew the giant object—now glistening from being coated in saliva and mucus—from Madam Patil's mouth.
The foot he had braced on the sofa shifted slightly, and then, with lightning speed, he nimbly straddled Madam Patil's face!
Jerry's lean buttocks, still carrying a hint of childhood, landed heavily and directly on Madam Patil's face without warning!
The slight weight pressed against her already swollen cheeks, yet it felt exceptionally heavy.
"Mmph! Mmph! Let go of me!"
Madam Patil felt an irresistible weight on her face. Her mouth and nostrils were firmly blocked, and she let out desperate, muffled screams.
The intense body scent unique to a young male, accompanied by the moist heat from his private depths, covered her entire head.
Jerry's sack, soaked in fluids and half-dry, was now pressed roughly against her nostrils.
Jerry's legs were spread wide, his somewhat thin knees braced against the soft skin beside her ears.
His body tightened slightly, the muscles of his lower half twitching faintly.
Jerry felt the muffled groans and struggle beneath him. The sense of power from having a mature noblewoman completely under his control made him even more excited.
Without a moment's hesitation, he lowered his hips, treating the warm, trembling softness of her cheeks as a saddle. Using his legs for leverage, he pressed his entire weight down.
His thin frame now erupted with startling power, pinning the large Madam Patil down firmly.
The area glistened under the dim firelight.
The meat-root wasn't pressed directly against her mouth but stopped skillfully at the tip of her nose. With every slight sway of Jerry's body, it rubbed against her nostrils with a hint of musky moisture, causing her body to spasm and her throat to emit painful dry-heaves.
Jerry exerted downward force with his legs, his knees pressing further into the skin of Madam Patil's neck.
His body shifted slightly, and the meat-root below followed, aiming once more at Madam Patil's swollen lips, which were already wet with fluid and slightly open due to suffocation.
"Mmh... don't... woo..."
A low groan of struggle escaped Madam Patil's throat. She twisted her head frantically, trying to escape the impending fate.
However, Jerry's body was as hard as cast iron, allowing no resistance.
Jerry's lean waist and abdomen moved down like a spring. His body sank abruptly, and that meat-root—now massive to the extreme and painfully hard—once again plunged violently and without hindrance into her mouth!
Squelch!
A muffled sound, mixed with the sound of water and flesh being forcibly squeezed, was clearly audible in the hall!
The meat-root seemed to carry a massive impact, instantly filling her oral cavity completely. More terrifying was that this time, Jerry didn't insert it randomly, but with a clear purpose.
He pushed down hard at a rare angle, bracing against Madam Patil's lower jaw and completely blocking her soft throat, forcing her to swallow.
The massive meat-root prodded and thrashed in the depths of her throat. Every swallow and spit was accompanied by thick, wet sounds.
Madam Patil's body trembled violently. she could clearly feel the throb and crush of that massive meat-root within every inch of her.
Her brain was a blank, leaving only that weapon moving repeatedly in her throat, as if to devour her soul along with her body.
Just then, Jerry's body tensed again, the muscles of his lower abdomen contracting fiercely.
Splash... Gulp...!
An even hotter, more surging torrent, carrying a heavy musk and heat, erupted from deep within his meat-root even more violently than before!
The fluid gushed along his root and, without reservation, poured directly into the depths of Madam Patil's throat!
Madam Patil's body arched up abruptly, her back leaving the cold carpet as her legs twitched violently like they were electrocuted.
That erupting impact, striking straight at her soul, sent all of Madam Patil's nerves into a frantic shiver.
Her already numb brain exploded at this moment.
All the pain, shame, and suppression broke through the dam like a flood, completely detonated by this primal, savage pleasure.
Madam Patil knew she should hate it.
Yet that massive humiliation, in the face of extreme pleasure, became completely distorted.
"Mmh... AHH...!"
She let out a high-pitched, suppressed, broken scream!
The sound was a mix of immense pain and unsuppressable joy, like the cry of a dying beast or the roar of a female animal reaching an ultimate climax.
Madam Patil's body began to spasm violently and uncontrollably. From her neck to her toes, every inch of muscle was twitching frantically!
As her body arched up sharply and the depths of her mouth received that ultimate, unbearable impact, Madam Patil instinctively and unconsciously clenched her teeth!
Her cheeks tightened, and her teeth snapped shut.
"CRACK!"
A sound like breaking bone, both sharp and muffled, instantly exploded clearly in the hall!
Madam Patil's teeth sank deathly tight into Jerry's meat-root, which was currently erupting in her throat and had swollen to its absolute limit!
The intense, sharp pain caused Jerry's body to stiffen abruptly. The surging warmth was instantly choked off in her throat.
Jerry let out a painful muffled groan, his body shuddering violently. The muscles of his lower half spasmed, and his entire frame tensed up.
Just as Jerry was immobilized by the impact of the pain, Madam Patil's physical spasms reached their peak. The urine that had erupted from Jerry's body and was swirling in her mouth was subjected to the dual pressure of her blocked throat and crushed oral cavity. Combined with the squeeze of her violently contracting muscles, it suddenly sprayed out from her nostrils in the form of two small jets of water!
Pshh!
The warm, intense fluid, mixed with saliva and mucus, sprayed upward in an arc, splashing messily onto Jerry's chest and chin. A few drops even fell into Jerry's mouth, which had opened slightly from shock.
That musky fluid, combined with the sharp pain, left Jerry's brain a blank for an instant.
Jerry's amber eyes, which had been full of playfulness, now turned into a cold, tyrannical glare due to the pain and the anger of being splashed with filth.
Jerry tried to lift his hips, his legs attempting to pull away from the sides of her ears as he tried to stand up from her face.
The giant object, still held in her bite, was yanked by his movement. Her teeth sank even deeper, bringing another wave of soul-piercing pain!
"Let go!"
Jerry's voice turned low and raspy from the agonizing pain, carrying a harsh edge that was on the verge of losing control.
The hand he had clamped around Madam Patil's neck saw its knuckles turn white from the muscular spasms, gripping her so deathly tight he nearly dug his nails into her flesh.
However, Madam Patil showed not the slightest intention of letting go.
Taking advantage of the moment Jerry was stiff with pain, her arms suddenly reached up and wrapped themselves deathly tight around Jerry's lean waist, her body coiling around his small frame like an octopus.
Madam Patil's eyes were dazed from the afterglow of her orgasm and moist with tears of humiliation, yet they also glinted with a strange, dangerous, and desperate slyness.
She tilted her head slightly, rubbing her clenched teeth against the rough skin of the giant object.
Then, her moist and hot tongue began to wriggle slowly between the teeth that were still clamped down on Jerry's meat-root, as if intentionally teasing him.
It didn't lick with force; it merely brushed against the edge of the wound her teeth had made—a wound still seeping with threads of blood—acting like a seasoned dancer performing the most provocative moves within a tiny space.
"Not... letting... go."
Madam Patil's voice carried the laziness of a post-orgasmic state, yet it contained an unprecedented dominance and resolve.
A sharp glint flashed in her eyes; the very humiliation of Jerry lording over her had now become the bargaining chip she used to control the situation.
She kept her bite deathly tight, her body giving a subconscious twist that created a sticky, ambiguous dragging sensation.
"Unless..."
She lifted her head slightly, her face still a wretched mess of various fluids and filth, yet in this moment, it radiated a madness and power born of being pushed to the brink. Every word was clear, carrying a desperate plea, yet laced with a threat: "...Unless you agree to my terms."
Her arms tightened even further, her voluptuous breasts—hidden beneath her dress—pressing firmly against Jerry's lean, trembling abdomen, forming a bizarre and suffocating posture that locked him thoroughly beneath her.
Madam Patil bit down hard on Jerry's meat-root while hugging his waist and belly deathly tight, her hot, wet mouth and tongue surrounding the injured tip marked by her teeth.
To further provoke and tease Jerry, she even extended her slippery tongue toward the urethral opening at the tip of his giant member, probing it gently and tentatively with a sticky sense of ambiguity.
"Mmph... mmm... ah..."
Madam Patil emitted a slurred, moan-like whisper: "The Patil family cannot become your vassals... but I can become your sex slave... and them, they can all be as well..."
Madam Patil's tone fluctuated between shame and resolve; through the voice suppressing her sobs, an abnormal clarity and calculation shone through.
She tightened her jaw once more, her tongue rubbing gently against Jerry's wound, bringing a tearing pain mixed with a bizarre, numbing itch.
"...You only need to lend me a sum of money... enough to win the bid... that is all."
Madam Patil paused, giving Jerry's meat-root a hard suck between her teeth, producing a tooth-aching sizzling sound as if emphasizing how precious and dangerous the chip in her hand truly was.
"I can swear on my soul... within two years, I will repay you... principal and interest..."
Madam Patil's body remained tightly coiled around Jerry. Her voluptuous frame, hidden by her long dress, emitted the unique fragrance of a mature woman mixed with the scent of the earlier filth, creating a chaotic and ambiguous swamp between her and Jerry.
As Madam Patil spoke, her warm breath sprayed over Jerry's meat-root, her tongue still cautiously and temptingly toying with the edge of the fragile wound.
"...Their father... is just a stupid idiot... for all these years... the Patil family business... has been my life's blood..."
Madam Patil's voice grew lower and lower, as if she were trying her hardest to suppress the resentment and frustration in her heart.
Through her tears and the chaos, her eyes stared dead at the boy's profile, which was slightly hideous from the pain.
Her palms dug deathly tight into the skin of Jerry's waist, her nails nearly piercing through his clothes.
Jerry was being squeezed so hard he could barely breathe, and the scent of musky urine combined with the sharp pain had now completely occupied his consciousness.
The intense agony in his lower half prevented him from even beginning to think about the logic in her words.
He slammed his fist against the air, his eyes turning blood-red from pain and rage.
This woman actually dared to extort him like this, here and now!
"Let..."
Jerry tried to speak again, but the sound was blurred by the blood caught in his throat.
He gave a sudden, violent thrust, his body nearly rolling across the carpet with her for an instant.
But Madam Patil, like a trapped mother snake, only coiled tighter, her mouth refusing to let go.
The mix of teeth and tongue teasing him didn't make him relax; instead, it caused the pain and fury in his heart to roar into a towering flame.
Jerry bit down deathly hard on the tip of his own tongue. Relying on a stubbornness that was barbaric to the extreme, he squeezed two words from his throat: "...Deal."
These two words seemed to use up all of Jerry's strength; they were low, raspy, yet they tore through the air with absolute clarity.
"Huff..."
Upon hearing those two words, Madam Patil's body relaxed instantly.
Madam Patil let out a long breath, and the jaw that had been clamped onto Jerry's meat-root slowly loosened. The giant object, bearing the bloody marks of her bite and the sweet metallic taste of her tongue, slipped from her mouth. Her tightly coiling hands finally ceased their imprisonment of Jerry's waist, merely rubbing against his lean, boyish torso with a lingering stickiness.
The moment the giant was liberated, Jerry withdrew almost violently, rolling off Madam Patil with lightning speed.
He flipped over and sat back on the sofa, his hands clutching his bitten lower half. His face was pale, beads of sweat seeping from his forehead, and his eyes burned with a manic rage alongside the intense pain.
Madam Patil, her body limp, struggled to crawl up from the floor.
Her body appeared exceptionally sticky due to her spasms and the large amount of urine soaking her.
Jerry's meat-root, marked with blood, was still twitching violently.
He looked up, his youthful face—usually so nonchalant—now twisted with agony.
Jerry stared dead at Madam Patil's back, which was flushed from the wretchedness and her orgasm, and the rage in his heart erupted like a volcano, no longer possible to suppress.
This woman... she actually dared to threaten him!
SLAP!
A crisp, ringing slap echoed through the silent hall, reverberating endlessly.
Jerry lunged in front of Madam Patil and grabbed a handful of her hair, yanking it back.
Before she could react, she was forced to look up, revealing her face still stained with tears and urine. Jerry delivered a savage slap to her face without a shred of mercy!
The intense force sent Madam Patil's head whipping to one side, and five bright red finger marks instantly blossomed on her cheek.
That slap nearly scattered all of Madam Patil's reason.
Her already glazed eyes instantly filled with tears; beyond the pain, a boundless resentment surged within them.
This resentment was stronger than any previous insult, for she knew this was a "victory" she had barely won at the cost of her own dignity and the purity of herself and her daughters.
However, before Madam Patil could even react, Jerry's body pressed over her once more.
The boy's lean frame erupted with startling power at this moment.
THUD!
Madam Patil's soft, fleshy buttocks slammed hard against the firm edge of the sofa.
The violent impact left Madam Patil dizzy, and waves of numbing pain radiated from her waist.
Madam Patil slumped forward instinctively, but her head was gripped deathly tight by Jerry, allowing no resistance.
Her body was forced into a humiliating arc, her thick, soft butt-cheeks propped high and aimed directly at Jerry behind her.
Her two beautiful legs, hidden in black stockings beneath her long dress, trembled uncontrollably from the pain and shame as they tangled together on the cold floor tiles.
Jerry looked at those high-arched, voluptuous buttocks wrapped in the soaked dress, the fire of a manic lust surging in his eyes.
Jerry released his grip on her hair and instead grabbed her high-propped waist. Those small palms gripped her rounded waistline powerfully, fixing her fleshy frame deathly tight against the edge of the sofa.
Jerry's meat-root, marked with blood, now seemed stimulated by the blood and rage. Not only did it regain its stiffness, it became even thicker than before. The bloody tooth marks at the tip now acted like a lethal medal, carrying a hideous and cruel attraction.
The entrance, having been watered by urine and wracked by orgasmic spasms earlier, was now a slippery, red, and swollen mess.
"Mmm... ah..."
Madam Patil let out a low groan of pain.
She could feel the massive size and hardness of the meat-root, and the rough tooth marks at the tip—now stained with her blood like fangs—were wantonly violating Madam Patil's sensitivity.
Jerry showed no pity. He exerted sudden force with the hands gripping Madam Patil's waist, yanking her massive buttocks backward.
The massive meat-root pierced through her black stockings and, after rubbing against Madam Patil's fluid-soaked lips, drove ruthlessly into the depths of her flower-path with a massive momentum that shattered all resistance!
"AH!"
Madam Patil let out a shrill scream that echoed through the empty hall, filled with endless despair and agony.
Her path, which hadn't been expanded in a long time, was now being brutally impaled by that thick, hideous meat-root!
The tearing pain instantly cleared her nerves, which had been numbed by her orgasm. She could clearly feel that the giant object—far larger and wilder than she had imagined—was now brutally ripping through every inch of her internal depths.
Madam Patil's body shuddered violently from the intense pain and the shame of being completely impaled. Her stockinged legs trembled and tangled together, barely able to keep her standing.
She gripped the edge of the sofa deathly tight, her ten fingers digging so hard her nails nearly sank into the wood.
Her full breasts were now shaking violently from her desperate struggle, her nipples quivering in the air.
She could clearly feel the lean body of the boy behind her, pressing deathly tight against her back like a beast in heat.
Jerry gave her no chance to breathe.
His tensed waist, carrying an unbelievable flexibility and power, began to thrust frantically and savagely the moment he was fully inserted, as if he had an engine installed!
THUD!
SQUELCH! SLAP-SLAP-SLAP!
The muffled sounds of flesh colliding and the wet squelching of the massive meat-root moving in and out of the thick path mixed into a lewd and violent symphony that echoed continuously throughout the castle hall.
Jerry's fair yet powerful shaft and the pink tip covered in tooth marks moved incessantly in and out of that tight, slippery passage.
Every thrust carried an incredibly fierce impact, slamming into Madam Patil's body and making her shudder, while her stockinged legs shook without stop.
His small body had now transformed into a tireless machine. Every second, he ruthlessly plunged that giant object—which was completely at odds with his face and age—into Madam Patil's thick, soft, yet exceptionally tight passage!
"Ah... mmh... mmm!"
Madam Patil moaned in agony, her voice raspy and filled with despair.
Her body was being hammered by Jerry so hard she felt nearly dislocated, her backside slamming repeatedly against the sofa's edge. Every inch of her skin felt the hard, powerful impacts of the boy.
Deep within the passage came waves of tearing pain, accompanied by a massive emptiness and the bloating sensation of being filled.
Every time Jerry thrust his hips in and out, he drove the massive meat-root even deeper into Madam Patil's soft depths.
The violent impacts left Madam Patil dizzy, feeling as though her very soul were being extracted from her body.
He showed not a shred of pity, acting like an enraged cub, venting everything he had just endured in the most primal and barbaric way possible.
That massive size was an unbearable burden for Madam Patil, yet it was also a primal and irresistible violation.
Jerry's hands, gripping Madam Patil's waist, were now digging deathly tight into her voluptuous flesh, his nails nearly piercing her soft skin.
He glued his entire self to her back, using his lean frame to fiercely hammer her full buttocks and every inch of her internal body over and over again.
"If you want to be a sex slave, have the attitude of a sex slave. Take it!"
"Bitch!"
Jerry's raspy voice rang in Madam Patil's ear, carrying intense hatred and a twist of distorted pleasure.
With his rapid and ferocious movements, the massive meat-root brought forth countless sticky water sounds from the depths of her path, as if it were trying to tear her apart completely.
He hugged her waist deathly tight and ruthlessly plunged the giant object one last time, deep into Madam Patil's soft and wet passage!
"AH!"
Madam Patil let out a high-pitched cry of pain and brokenness, her body tensing abruptly as every muscle in her body spasmed frantically.
That massive surge of pleasure erupted within the extreme pain.
The white fluid, mixed with her own body juices, erupted from the root of her thighs.
Pfft!
Accompanied by a dull and sticky sound of withdrawal, Jerry yanked the now fully engorged meat-root from Madam Patil's path.
The giant object, having already filled Madam Patil's body with white fluid, had blood dripping from its tip. As it withdrew, it drew out a large amount of milky-white love juice, pulling long, ambiguous threads through the air that dripped onto the cold floor tiles, gathering into a pool of turbid mud.
Almost at the same time, a wicked smile blossomed across Jerry's face, which was flushed with rage.
Jerry raised the giant object—still dripping with fluids and blood and still throbbing—and aimed it at the twin sisters who were huddled together on the floor nearby.
SPLASH!
A thick stream of body fluid, carrying a musky scent and a scalding heat, erupted fiercely from the tip of Jerry's blood-stained meat-root like a flood breaking a dam!
The liquid drew a lewd arc through the air and splashed accurately and unerringly onto the sisters' faces, which were wet with tears and terror. it drenched their messy hair and soaked through their torn and tattered clothes.
"Ah!"
"Oh god!"
The twin sisters let out suppressed screams, a mix of craving and performance. Their faces were covered in Jerry's fluids, the scalding liquid flowing slowly over their brows, noses, and cheeks, with a few drops even splashing into their slightly parted lips.
Jerry had sated his physical desire, but the fire of his rage had not yet been vented.
He reached back and grabbed Madam Patil's wet hair, once more pressing her wretched face hard against the cold floor.
That cheek, still bearing the mark of the slap and various filth, was now pressed directly into the "muddy" puddle on the floor—a mix of urine and body fluids.
He lifted his foot and stepped directly onto Madam Patil's head, which was tilted slightly to the side from the impact.
His sole rubbed against her delicate scalp through her hair, bringing an indescribable humiliation.
Jerry's foot, still carrying the afterglow of his earlier sprint and covered in stains, ground down into Madam Patil's face over and over with a mocking pressure.
The center of his foot rubbed her cheek, his heel crushed her jaw, and his toes teased her wet nose.
With every grind, she was forced to rub the turbid mud on her face even deeper, feeling the disgusting sensation of cold and wet combined with the pungent scent of urine and semen.
Madam Patil's eyes were shut tight under the grinding of Jerry's foot, hot tears mixing with the filth on her face as she felt an unprecedented despair.
Her mouth was forced against the ground, her tongue touching the cold tiles and the salty taste of the fluids.
However, Jerry's toying was not over.
He leaned down and pulled several thumb-sized, exquisitely crafted magic gems from the expanded pocket of his pajamas. They glinted with an eerie light under the hall's lamps.
Jerry held these gems before the twin sisters. Their eyes, though covered in fluids, were drawn to the brilliant light as if by magic, staring at the crystals deathly tight.
"Do you like them?"
Jerry's voice carried a soul-snaring magic. He looked at the fluids that hadn't yet dried on the twins' faces and the greed flashing in their pupils.
Jerry's foot remained planted on Madam Patil's head, his toes occasionally and maliciously crushing her fragile nose.
"I agree to your terms. I will give the Patil family the money—enough to win the bid. Zero interest, just repay the principal."
"But..." He paused, waving a gem shimmering with a ghostly light before Parvati's eyes, eliciting a look of struggle and infatuation on her fluid-stained face.
"But just giving the money isn't enough, is it? Otherwise, you wouldn't be able to properly appreciate how hard this money was to earn." Jerry's amber eyes flashed with cruel mockery. He suddenly pulled back the gem and gripped Parvati's jaw—now covered in sticky fluid—forcing her to look up at him.
"I remember reading somewhere that the women of the Patil family, especially twins, can bring the most powerful augmentation in certain ancient wizarding rituals. Especially..."
"...Especially when the sacrifices can completely release their primal nature."
"Now, I command you..."
Jerry's foot ground into Madam Patil's face again, drawing a painful muffled groan from her.
He gave a sudden, forceful flick of his wrist, and a shimmering gem was tossed like alms before Parvati.
"...Put your hands behind your heads and squat on the floor!"
Jerry's voice carried an unquestionable brutality and authority. His youthful yet desire-filled face now looked like that of a fallen demon. "Then, like sows in heat, I want you to... twist your hips for me!"
He tapped Madam Patil's head with his foot, signaling her to listen closely.
"Like sows who have completely lost their sense of shame!"
He emphasized again, his voice filled with undisguised mockery and command.
The bodies of the twin sisters began to tremble violently once more.
They looked at the flashing gem on the floor, then at their mother, whose face was blurred beneath Jerry's foot, and then at Jerry's eyes, which were filled with tyranny and lust.
Parvati took a deep breath, pretending to be utterly reluctant, her fluid-stained face showing a complex look of absolute despair.
She grit her teeth, put her hands behind her head, and with stiff movements, obediently squatted on the floor.
Beside her, Padma also trembled, following her sister's lead, putting her hands behind her head and slowly lowering herself into a squat.
The two once-beautiful sisters were now kneeling before Jerry in an extremely distorted and humiliating posture.
"Still not moving? Is this gem not bright enough?" Jerry kicked the gem on the floor.
He reached into his pocket and pulled out even more gems.
"Or perhaps you don't want them?"
"In that case, I'll take them back!"
Parvati's body gave a violent jolt.
"No... no... Jerry!"
She closed her eyes, and in the next second, her hips began to twist uncontrollably in a bizarre and humiliating fashion.
Seeing her sister's move, Padma let out a whimper of competition and also began to twist her small hips in a similarly stiff, yet shame-filled struggle.
With their hands behind their heads and their bodies half-squatting on the floor, the twins propped up their underdeveloped, slightly flat buttocks. Like two dolls on strings, they swayed and twisted from side to side at a strange, slow frequency.
The movement carried an inexplicable sense of lewdness and abandonment, looking especially shocking against the undried fluids on their faces.
Jerry looked at the three women—mother and daughters—being wantonly played with by him, and a wicked, satisfied smile curled his lips. He used his foot to knead Madam Patil's face a few more times, even using his toes to part her fluid-covered lips before shoving his toes inside.
Madam Patil emitted slurred dry-heaves.
Jerry's fluid-stained toes ground gently and mockingly within Madam Patil's warm, wet mouth.
"Remember what I said."
Jerry's voice carried an unquestionable desire for total control. His small foot remained in Madam Patil's mouth, grinding against her tongue.
He leaned down, looking at the sisters' faces twisted by pain and shame, and their bizarre, forced hip-twisting.
"I agree to your terms!"
Jerry spoke hoarsely, his toes crushing down hard inside Madam Patil's mouth, pushing straight toward her throat and causing her body to shudder and cough violently.
"But... YOU!"
Jerry withdrew his foot from Madam Patil's mouth.
"You have to... bear me a child!"
"Otherwise... hehe... no loan for you!"