"Help!"
Jerry's voice tore through the tense air of the Wizard Tower's core defense zone.
Aurora's gaze instantly locked onto that wildly expanding void rift.
The Goddess of Harvest's massive emerald eyes, currently like two burning planets, stared deathly tight through the rift into the interior of the Wizard Tower.
Her giant palm slammed hard against the defensive shield, making the entire tower tremble violently.
"All units on alert!
Activate the Annihilation Array!" Aurora commanded, and hundreds of high-level wizards raised their wands simultaneously.
Dense beams of magic poured out like a rainstorm, hammering against the Goddess of Harvest's massive body as she tried to squeeze through.
The Goddess let out a roar of fury, but the Wizard Tower's defense system was no mere decoration—it was a killing machine tempered by thousands of years of war.
Countless runes lit up, forming interwoven energy nets that deathly suppressed the spatial rift.
At the corner of the Goddess of Harvest's mouth, a streak of glistening, thick liquid with a faint scent of wheat still hung.
It was the trace left after she had devoured the afterimage of Jerry's spear.
Her tongue extended, licking the residue from her lips, the fire of rage in her eyes growing even more intense.
She didn't want these mere crumbs; she wanted the boy himself!
"Come out!"
The Goddess's roar made the entire void tremble.
But the wizarding legion's offensive did not pause for a second.
More high-level wizards joined the battlefield.
The Forbidden-class spells they cast together formed sealing chains around the spatial rift.
The Goddess of Harvest's massive body was pinned deathly tight, unable to advance even a fraction.
A look of unwillingness flashed in the Goddess's eyes.
But she also knew that the defense of the core hub far exceeded her expectations.
More importantly, the world she owned was rapidly collapsing.
The entire system of faith was crumbling at a rate visible to the eye.
Although the Goddess of Harvest had many worlds providing her with faith, all her current power came from the nearby core of belief.
Once the core of belief was too far to provide the power of faith, she, a Goddess, would turn into a mortal.
Even if she had other cores of belief, they were too far away, scattered across different parts of the world cluster.
"Next time... next time I will definitely..."
She whispered through gritted teeth, yet bolstered by her gargantuan form, it resounded through the heavens.
Finally, the Goddess of Harvest's massive frame slowly withdrew from the rift.
Under the joint seal of the wizards, the spatial rift shrank rapidly, mended, and finally disappeared completely.
The entire core defense zone of the Wizard Tower fell into a brief silence.
Then, all eyes turned toward Jerry.
Jerry was currently half-kneeling on the floor, gasping for breath.
His body was weak to the absolute limit due to consecutive spatial jumps and overdrawn power.
Sweat from his forehead dripped onto the cold metal floor, making a faint drip-drop sound.
Katherine and Ophelia tried to step forward to support him, but several black-robed wizards blocked their path.
"Stay back," an older wizard said coldly, his gaze scanning Jerry, his eyes flashing with a light of greed.
"This kid just led the Goddess of Harvest here and nearly destroyed the entire teleportation hub. This debt needs to be settled clearly."
The surrounding wizards began to close in.
In their eyes, there was not a shred of goodwill, only naked calculation and desire.
"I heard this kid has a lot of good things on him," another wizard said, licking his lips.
"That Forbidden Curse just now, and those crystal puppets... that's not something an ordinary wizard can get their hands on."
"Exactly, he must be hiding quite a few treasures."
"Hand them over, or else..."
Jerry slowly raised his head, his eyes scanning the surrounding wizards.
A mocking smile curled at the corner of his mouth.
"You want them?"
His voice, though weak, still carried an unquestionable arrogance.
"Then let's see what price you can afford to pay."
"Price?" The older wizard sneered. "Kid, you're in no position to haggle right now."
Jerry did not answer. He simply reached out and pulled a small expansion pocket from his robes.
With a gentle flick of his finger, a complete corpse of a Priest, radiating a rich aura of divine power, appeared on the floor.
The eyes of the surrounding wizards lit up instantly.
A Priest's corpse was an extremely precious material for researching divine power and conducting certain forbidden experiments.
"Three of them," Jerry said calmly.
"Three?" The older wizard frowned. "Do you take us for beggars? At least five!"
"Four." Jerry's voice did not waver at all.
"Not enough!" another wizard shouted. "We just risked our lives to block the Goddess of Harvest! You're not leaving without ten!"
"Five." Jerry flicked his finger again, and two more Priest corpses appeared on the floor.
But the surrounding wizards were clearly not satisfied.
They moved closer and closer, their greed becoming even more blatant.
"Not enough! Still not enough!"
"Hand over everything you have on you!"
"Yes, including the shards of those magical artifacts!"
"Six." His voice was low and dangerous. "That is the final price."
"No way!" the older wizard gritted his teeth. "At least..."
Before he could finish, he saw Jerry reach into his robes again.
This time, he pulled out that pitch-black bag radiating an ominous aura.
"Are you insane?!" the older wizard screamed in terror. "Do you want to destroy the entire Wizard Tower?!"
Jerry did not answer, merely looking at them silently.
His finger gently stroked the mouth of the bag as if he might open it at any second.
The atmosphere froze instantly.
In this critical moment, a cold and majestic voice rang out.
"Enough."
Aurora stepped out from the crowd.
In her hand, she held a badge radiating a brilliant light—the symbol of the President of the American Magic Association.
Seeing the badge, the surrounding wizards bowed their heads, not daring to speak further.
Aurora walked up to Jerry, looking at him with a complex gaze.
She reached out and gently pressed down on Jerry's hand, which was gripping the black bag.
"Come with me," she said calmly.
Jerry looked at her, fell silent for a moment, and finally moved his head in a nod.
He tucked the black bag back into his robes and followed Aurora out.
"As for you two," Aurora turned back to look at Katherine and Ophelia.
"You are still exam candidates. Stay here and complete your assessment."
Katherine opened her mouth as if to say something, but eventually bit her lip.
She knew now was not the time to be willful.
Ophelia gave the surrounding wizards a fierce glare, then took Katherine's hand and whispered, "Don't worry, he'll be fine."
Before Jerry left, he cast a glance back at them.
In those eyes, a flash of tenderness and promise sparked.
The two passed through the light screen of the corridor array one after another, their footsteps echoing in the empty teleportation hallway.
The gazes of the greedy wizards were cut off as their silhouettes disappeared into the depths of the Wizard Tower.
Glowing runes were inlaid in the corridor walls, casting a cold, ghostly blue light.
Aurora led the way, with Jerry following behind, a subtle distance maintained between them.
Jerry's steps were a bit staggered, the sweat on his forehead hadn't dried yet, and his breathing remained rapid.
At the end of the corridor was a heavy metal door.
Aurora pushed the door open, revealing a spacious private meeting room with the badges and banners of major magic associations hanging on the walls.
She stepped aside to let Jerry enter first.
Jerry had just stepped into the room and hadn't even found his footing when Aurora suddenly surged forward.
Her movement was unexpectedly fast.
One palm slammed hard against Jerry's shoulder, shoving his entire person against the wall behind him.
Bang!
Jerry's back hit the cold stone wall with a muffled thud.
He wanted to struggle, but the weakness of his body meant he couldn't summon any strength.
Aurora's other hand accurately reached into his robes and snatched the pitch-black bag.
"You—" Jerry started to speak, but Aurora gave a forceful yank, tearing the black bag from his hand.
Aurora took a step back but maintained an oppressive distance.
She was slightly taller than Jerry, looking down at him now with a complex light flashing in her eyes.
"Do you still have the strength to resist?" Aurora's voice was calm but carried a trace of mockery.
"Lord Jerry?"
The title "Lord" sounded entirely sarcastic.
There wasn't a hint of respect in her tone; rather, it felt like she was toying with an interesting object.
Jerry leaned against the wall, his chest heaving violently.
He looked up, his eyes staring dead at Aurora, but he did not speak.
He knew his current state; any resistance would be futile.
Aurora ignored his silence.
She looked down at the black bag in her hand, her fingers gently untying the drawstring.
The moment the bag loosened, a weak pulse of energy leaked from it.
She turned the bag upside down and gave it a gentle shake.
Clatter!
Two objects rolled out of the bag and hit the floor with a crisp sound.
They were two crystal puppets.
They still maintained their complete forms, their translucent bodies refracting a faint luster in the blue light.
But compared to the eight puppets from earlier, the glow of these two was significantly dimmer.
The runic patterns on their surfaces were barely visible, and the energy cores within held only a weak pulse, like a candle flame about to go out.
Aurora crouched down, reaching out to pick up one of the puppets.
Her fingers gently stroked the surface of the puppet, sensing the weak energy flow.
"Only two left?"
She looked up at Jerry.
"Is this all you have for a trump card?"
Jerry did not answer, just leaning against the wall, looking at her coldly.
Aurora stood up and placed the puppet back on the floor.
She walked over to Jerry and reached out to lift his chin, forcing him to meet her gaze.
"Do you know, Jerry?" Her voice was low and dangerous.
"You nearly destroyed the entire teleportation hub just now. If I hadn't arrived in time, those wizards would have torn you to shreds."
Her thumb gently rubbed Jerry's chin, the movement carrying a strange aggressiveness.
"Now, you owe me a favor." The corner of Aurora's mouth curled into a smile.
"And it's a very big favor."
Jerry looked at the Aurora before him—who still maintained her girlish form—and pulled a tired, sarcastic smile.
He didn't try to break free, nor did he continue his cold facade.
Instead, his entire person seemed to suddenly lose all support, sliding down the wall until he slumped into a nearby chair.
Jerry leaned his back against the chair, legs spread casually, his entire posture projecting an air of total abandonment.
Sweat from his forehead slid down his cheek, but he didn't even bother to use the energy to wipe it.
"State your conditions."
Jerry's voice held a trace of hoarseness, but his tone was surprisingly calm.
He looked up, his eyes meeting Aurora's directly, with no fear, only a calmness bordering on provocation.
"It was you who brought me to the front lines anyway."
He paused, the smile on his lips deepening a fraction.
"Even if there's an investigation later, you won't escape.
And when you brought me over, it was smuggling, wasn't it?"
Aurora's expression stiffened slightly.
"Even if I'm held responsible, you'll have to take half the blame," Jerry continued, his tone carrying a hint of mockery.
"After all, if you hadn't brought me, how could I have possibly appeared here?
An eleven-year-old boy, crossing world barriers alone to reach the False Olympic Front?
Do you think anyone would believe that bullshit?"
As he spoke, he reached out to wipe the sweat from his face and flicked it casually onto the floor.
"But I believe no one will hold me responsible," Jerry said with a cold laugh, a sharp light flashing in his eyes.
"Without me, how were you lot planning to break through the False Olympic world's battle lines?"
His voice wasn't loud, but every word was like a nail hammered into Aurora's heart.
"How long were you planning to stay in a stalemate on this line?
Ten years? Twenty? Longer?" Jerry's tone became increasingly cold.
"The world of the Goddess of Harvest is one of the core nodes of the False Olympic Pantheon in this region.
How many breakthroughs have you tried?
How many failures? How many wizards dead?"
He paused, his gaze sweeping over the two dim crystal puppets on the floor.
"And I took less than a day to completely tear the origin of that world apart." Jerry's voice was terrifyingly calm.
"Now, that world is collapsing.
The Goddess of Harvest has lost one of her foundations; her power will gradually wane. And the False Olympic defense line in this region now has a massive hole in it."
He looked up, staring straight into Aurora's eyes.
"Do you think the Wizard Council will hold me responsible?
Or will they present me with a medal?"
Aurora fell silent.
Her fingers gently rubbed the President's badge, her eyes flashing with complex emotions.
Jerry watched her reaction, the smile on his lips growing even deeper.
"So, don't mention favors to me."
His voice carried fatigue, but more of a cold sarcasm.
"You saved me, and I opened a breach for you.
We're even."
With that, he closed his eyes and leaned back in the chair as if he had used up even the energy to speak.
"Now, if you have conditions, just say them."
Jerry's voice was low and steady. "Don't waste time.
I'm tired."
The room fell into a brief silence.
Only the weak energy pulse from the two crystal puppets made a faint buzzing sound, appearing exceptionally clear in the quiet.
Aurora looked at the boy slumped in the chair, the emotions in her eyes growing more complex.
She knew that every word Jerry said was true.
He had indeed performed a massive service for the wizarding world, and she did indeed have an inescapable responsibility.
But what interested her more was the boy's near-ruthless rationality and his ability to accurately seize an opponent's weakness even at his most vulnerable.
Aurora was silent for a moment, then slowly crouched down.
Aurora's fingers gently brushed over the two dim crystal puppets on the floor, sensing their weak energy pulses.
"You're right," Aurora finally spoke, her voice eerily calm.
"We are indeed even.
But..."
She looked up, her deep eyes staring straight at Jerry.
"When you threatened those wizards just now, you nearly blew up the entire teleportation hub."
The corner of Aurora's mouth curled into a meaningful smile.
"That debt has to be settled, doesn't it?"
Jerry frowned, about to say something, but Aurora had already stood up and walked over to him.
Her fingers gently stroked her own thigh, and then slowly, bit by bit, she began to slide down the black silk stockings that encased her long legs.
Sizzle!
The sound of the stockings rubbing against her skin was exceptionally clear in the silent room.
Jerry's gaze was involuntarily drawn to it, watching those white, slender legs being liberated inch by inch from the black restraint.
Aurora pulled the stockings off completely and tossed them aside casually.
Aurora's bare feet stepped onto the cold floor, her toes curling slightly as if adapting to the temperature.
"You're tired, right?"
Aurora's voice held a trace of tenderness, yet it was laced with a certain dangerous intent.
"Then sit still. Let me help you... relax."
Before Jerry could react, Aurora had already lifted one foot and placed it gently on his thigh.
Aurora's sole was warm and soft, with a delicate touch.
Her toes curled slightly, sliding slowly over Jerry's thigh as if testing something.
"You—" Jerry's voice was somewhat raspy.
He wanted to push her away, but his weakness meant he couldn't exert any force.
"Shh." Aurora placed a finger gently against her own lips.
"Don't speak.
We'll talk slowly."
Her sole continued to slide upward, crossing Jerry's thigh and finally stopping at his crotch.
Jerry's body stiffened abruptly.
He could clearly feel Aurora's sole pressing gently against his lower half through his trousers.
"It seems your body is far more honest than your mouth," Aurora's voice carried a hint of teasing.
Her toes curled slightly through the fabric, sensing the shape and heat of Jerry's lower body.
Jerry gritted his teeth, trying to suppress his physical response.
But his lower half uncontrollably began to swell, propping up his trousers and forming a distinct bulge.
"Mmh, it's woken up!" A flash of surprise sparked in Aurora's eyes.
Her sole pressed gently, feeling the scorching temperature and the hardening texture.
As Aurora spoke, she lifted her other foot and placed it at Jerry's crotch.
With one foot in front and one behind, she sandwiched Jerry's now fully erect lower half between her soles.
"Now, let's talk terms."
Aurora's voice returned to a state of calm, as if what she was doing was the most ordinary task.
"First, you must stay at Hogwarts and not go running around for at least three months."
As she spoke, her feet began to move slowly up and down, rubbing Jerry's lower half through his trousers.
"Mmh..." Jerry couldn't help but let out a low muffled groan.
His fingers gripped the armrests of the chair deathly tight, his knuckles turning white from the force.
"Second, you must cooperate with the Wizard Council's investigation and explain how you destroyed the Goddess of Harvest's world."
Aurora continued.
Her footwork grew more skilled—sometimes clamping tight, sometimes relaxing, sometimes rubbing up and down, sometimes twisting left and right.
"Ah... wait..." Jerry's voice carried a tremor.
He could feel that the member in his pants was completely hard; the tip had even begun to seep thick fluid, wetting his underwear.
"Wait for what?" The corner of Aurora's mouth curled into a smile.
Her toes nimbly hooked the zipper of Jerry's trousers and gave a gentle pull.
Zzzt!
The zipper was pulled open, and Jerry's lower half instantly snapped out from the restraint, propping up his underwear and forming an even more obvious protrusion.
"Quite... impatient, aren't we?" Aurora whispered.
Her sole pressed gently against his lower half through the underwear, feeling the scorching heat and the thumping pulse.
The underwear was already soaked in a small patch by the fluid seeping from the tip, wet and clinging to Jerry's lower body.
Aurora's toes gently hooked the edge of the underwear and pulled them down slowly.
Jerry's lower body was finally exposed completely to the air.
It was a thick, hideous spear, forming a massive contrast with his boyish frame.
The surface of the spear was covered in veins, the tip slightly flared, constantly seeping transparent mucus that flowed slowly down the shaft.
Aurora's feet clamped Jerry's spear again.
This time, it was direct contact.
Warm, soft soles fitted tightly against the scorching, hard spear.
Two completely different textures collided, sparking a surge of intense pleasure.
"Hiss..." Jerry drew a sharp breath, his body shaking involuntarily.
Aurora's feet began to move slowly.
Her soles clamped Jerry's spear tight, sliding from the root all the way to the tip, then back to the root.
Every slide drew out a string of thick fluid, making a slurping water sound.
"Third, you must hand over all your research data, including the production method for those crystal puppets."
Aurora continued.
Her voice remained calm, as if she were performing an ordinary job.
"Are you... are you joking..." Jerry said through gritted teeth, his voice fragmented by pleasure.
"I never joke." Aurora's feet accelerated, the up-and-down rubbing becoming more intense.
Her toes nimbly hooked over the tip of Jerry's spear, pressing gently to squeeze out more mucus.
"Ah... wait... slow down..." Jerry's body began to tremble uncontrollably.
He could feel a heat flow rapidly gathering in his lower abdomen.
"Slow down?
Then do you agree to my terms?" Aurora's voice held a hint of teasing.
Her feet stopped suddenly, merely clamping Jerry's spear gently without moving.
"I—" Jerry panted heavily, sweat from his forehead sliding down his cheeks.
His lower half throbbed violently between Aurora's feet, craving more stimulation.
"No agreement?
Then I'll stop." Saying so, Aurora actually released her feet.
Jerry's spear throbbed violently in the air, the tip constantly seeping transparent mucus that dripped onto the chair with a faint drip-drop.
He panted, his chest heaving.
The sweat mixed with his previous exhaustion made him look utterly wretched.
"Are you kidding?
If I hand over the formula!"
Before he could finish, Aurora suddenly lifted her right foot and pressed her sole directly against Jerry's mouth, blocking whatever he was about to say.
Her sole was warm and soft, carrying a faint body scent, fitting tightly against Jerry's lips.
"Mmh... mph..."
"Listen to me finish." Aurora's voice was calm and firm.
Her sole rubbed gently against Jerry's lips, and her toes even probed into his slightly open mouth.
"The formula will only be used by me for research; it won't be leaked. Do you think I'm stupid enough to make such a thing public?"
Her toes stirred gently within Jerry's oral cavity, carrying a strange aggressiveness.
"Furthermore, crystal puppets of this grade aren't that easy to manufacture!" Aurora continued.
Her left foot was placed back on Jerry's spear, her sole pressing gently against the still-hard shaft.
"While I don't know exactly how you manufactured them, it's clearly not something that can be easily replicated."
Aurora's left foot began to move slowly, sliding from the root to the tip and back.
Every slide drew out a string of thick fluid, making a squelching sound.
Meanwhile, Aurora's right foot remained blocking Jerry's mouth, her toes curling slightly in his oral cavity.
"Mmph... mmh..." Jerry emitted blurred moans, his tongue involuntarily licking Aurora's toes.
"It seems you understand."
A smile curled Aurora's lips.
She withdrew her toes, patted Jerry's lips gently with her sole, and then lowered her foot.
Jerry panted in big gulps, the taste of Aurora's toes still on his lips.
His lower half throbbed violently under Aurora's left foot, craving more stimulation.
"I... I can hand over the formula..." Jerry finally spoke, his voice hoarse and broken.
"But... you must guarantee... no leaks..."
"Of course." Aurora's left foot accelerated, the up-and-down rubbing growing more fierce.
"I guarantee it in my name as the President of the American Magic Association."
Her soles clamped Jerry's spear tight, sliding rapidly.
Every slide drew out more mucus, making a wet slap-slap sound.
Her toes nimbly hooked over the tip of the spear, pressing gently to squeeze out more prostatic fluid.
"Ah... mmh... fine... I agree..." Jerry's body shook violently.
He could feel the heat flow gathering in his lower abdomen again.
"Very good." Aurora's feet stopped suddenly, merely clamping Jerry's spear gently without moving.
"Then, the final condition."
"Wh... what?" Jerry panted, looking at her with dazed eyes.
"You are to manufacture twenty top-tier crystal puppets for me," Aurora said calmly.
"I will cover the materials and the labor costs."
"Twenty?" Jerry's eyes went wide instantly, his reason returning slightly.
"Are you insane?
Puppets of that grade take a massive amount of time and energy to create just one. Twenty?"
"I will provide all materials, including the rarest ones," Aurora interrupted.
"And I will give you sufficient time. Three months should be enough, shouldn't it?"
"Even with materials, three months isn't enough..." Jerry said through gritted teeth.
"Six months then." Aurora's sole pressed gently against Jerry's spear.
"That is my bottom line."
"And the price?" Jerry asked, his voice carrying a hint of vigilance.
"Cost price," Aurora said briefly.
"What?" Jerry almost roared.
"Cost price?
Do you have any idea what price I sold those to Sue Chan for?
And you want them at cost?"
"I know," Aurora's voice remained as calm as a still lake.
"But I provide the materials, and I provide the protection.
You only need to handle the manufacturing.
I'm the one helping you wipe your ass clean after this mess you made.
Cost price is already more than fair."
"No way," Jerry flatly refused. "At least half of the market price."
"Cost price," Aurora repeated.
Her soles released Jerry's long spear, and she stood up, walking to the side to pick up the black silk stockings she had discarded earlier.
Watching her movements, a sense of foreboding rose in Jerry's heart.
Aurora walked back with the stockings, crouched down, and slid the silk over Jerry's spear.
The soft, smooth fabric tightly encased the scalding, hard tip. That unique texture made Jerry unable to hold back a low moan.
"Mmh..."
"Since you won't agree, I'll just have to... find another way to convince you." Aurora's voice carried a dangerous edge.
Her feet clamped onto Jerry's spear again, but this time, through the silk. The smooth fabric of the stockings pressed tightly against every inch of skin on his shaft; the refined, soft sensation was even more stimulating than direct contact.
Aurora's feet began to move rapidly, the up-and-down friction far more intense than before.
Her soles gripped the spear tight, sliding from the root all the way to the tip and back again.
With every slide, the silk rubbed against the surface of his spear, making a shhh-shhh sound, mixed with the slurping water sounds as his fluids began to soak through the fabric.
"Ah... wait... too fast..." Jerry's body shook violently, his fingers gripping the armrests of the chair until his knuckles turned white.
"Fast? This is only the beginning." An evil smile curled at the corners of Aurora's lips.
Her right foot suddenly shifted downward, leaving the shaft and pressing instead against Jerry's scrotum.
Her toes curled slightly through the silk, feeling the shape and heat of his two orbs.
"Hiss...!" Jerry gasped, his body stiffening instantly.
Aurora's right foot began to press gently, her sole slowly kneading his sack. Her movements were light, but the sense of pressure made Jerry feel a wave of numbness mixed with a dull ache.
Meanwhile, her left foot continued its rapid friction on the spear. The silk was already heavily soaked with pre-cum, clinging wetly to the surface of the shaft. Every rub brought a string of thick liquid and a wet splat sound.
"Ah... ah... no... it's... too sensitive there..." Jerry's voice carried a hint of a plea.
His member throbbed violently between Aurora's feet, his scrotum tightening as it was crushed.
"Sensitive? Good." Aurora increased the force of her right foot, pressing down harder on his balls, even beginning to step and stomp lightly.
"Mmh... ah... it hurts..."
Jerry arched his body, sweat dripping from his forehead like rain. That mixture of pain and pleasure brought his reason to the brink of collapse.
"Agree to my terms, and I'll stop." Aurora's voice was still calm, as if what she was doing was a perfectly mundane task.
"I... I can't... that price... it's too low..." Jerry gritted out, his voice fragmented by the waves of agony and ecstasy.
"Is that so?" Aurora's right foot suddenly stomped down hard, her sole crushing his scrotum as if she intended to flatten his testicles entirely.
"AH—!" Jerry let out a scream of agony, his body shuddering wildly. The pain shot through him like an electric current, straight from his crotch to his brain.
But at the same time, Aurora's left foot accelerated to a frantic speed, rubbing manically against his spear.
The silk was now completely drenched, plastered to his shaft. Every friction created a massive amount of friction and loud, lewd squelching sounds.
Pain and pleasure struck simultaneously, throwing Jerry's body into a bizarre state of overload.
His spear jumped violently under Aurora's left foot, the tip constantly seeping prostatic fluid that soaked the silk and dripped down to his sack, where it was ground in by Aurora's right foot.
"Ah... ah... I... I can't take it anymore..." Jerry's voice took on a tearful tone. His body was now entirely governed by pleasure and pain; his sanity was disintegrating.
"Then agree to my terms." Aurora's voice held a note of triumph. Her right foot continued to stomp and grind his sack—sometimes with force, sometimes relaxing, sometimes kneading with her toes, and sometimes crushing with her heel.
"I... I..." Jerry panted heavily, sweat and tears mingling as they slid down his cheeks.
"Yes or no?"
Aurora's left foot stopped suddenly, merely clamping the tip of his spear and pressing down with her toes. Meanwhile, her right foot exerted maximum pressure on his scrotum, nearly crushing his balls.
"Ah... I agree... I agree!"
"Very good." A satisfied smile curled Aurora's lips.
Her right foot released his sack and clamped back onto the spear.
Both feet worked together, moving up and down in a rapid blur of friction.
"Ah... ah... I'm going... I'm going to...!" Jerry's body spasmed violently as the heat in his lower abdomen finally broke through the final defense.
Pshhh—pshhh—pshhh—
Rounds of thick white liquid erupted from the tip of his spear, soaking the silk and splashing across Aurora's soles, her insteps, and even up her calves.
The fluids seeped through the silk, leaving white streaks across her skin.
Aurora's feet continued the friction, squeezing out every last drop of fluid from within Jerry. Spur after spurt hit the stockings, dyeing the black silk white.
"Ah... ah... enough... stop..." Jerry pleaded feebly. His body was completely exhausted, slumped in the chair without even the strength to lift a hand.
Aurora finally stopped.
She lifted her feet, looking at the fluids covering them and the drenched stockings, a satisfied smile on her face.
"Remember your promise, Jerry." She whispered.
"Six months. Twenty top-tier crystal puppets. Cost price."
Jerry didn't answer, merely keeping his eyes closed and gasping for air. His member remained semi-erect, the tip still seeping residual fluid that trickled down the shaft and onto the chair, mixing with the previous mess to form a sticky puddle.
Aurora stood up and peeled off the fluid-soaked stockings.
The black silk was now dyed a grayish-white, the fabric heavy and drenched, thick liquid still dripping from it.
Aurora held the stockings, weighing them in her hand, feeling the warm, viscous weight.
Then, she performed an action that made Jerry's eyes go wide.
Aurora brought the stockings to her mouth, parted her lips, and stuffed the bundle of wet fabric inside.
Jerry stared at her, wanting to say something, but only a blurred sound escaped his throat.
Aurora's lips wrapped around the silk, her tongue licking and sucking the fluids soaked into the fabric. Her throat began to work, making audible gulp-gulp swallowing sounds. That thick white liquid, mixed with her own saliva, slid down her throat and into her stomach.
Aurora's eyes narrowed slightly, as if savoring the specific flavor.
Salty, with a hint of bitterness, and the unique scent of Jerry's body.
Gulp... gulp...
The swallowing sounds were exceptionally clear in the silent room.
Aurora's Adam's apple rolled up and down as she sucked every last drop of fluid from the silk, mouthful after mouthful.
Her tongue roamed flexibly over the fabric, leaving no residue behind.
After a long while, Aurora finally pulled the stockings from her mouth.
The silk was now drenched in her saliva, but the semen had been licked perfectly clean.
Aurora casually tossed the stockings onto Jerry. The wet bundle landed on his chest, carrying the heat of her mouth and the moisture of her spit.
"Get some rest.
I'll send you back to Hogwarts in a while."
She turned and headed for the door, her bare feet leaving a trail of wet footprints on the cold floor.
Jerry sat slumped in the chair, his chest heaving, his gasps echoing in the quiet room.
His trousers were still bunched at his ankles, his member hanging semi-soft and stained with the traces of his release, glistening under the ghostly blue magical light.
Jerry kept his eyes closed, trying to steady his breathing, but the sheer exhaustion left him without the strength to even lift a finger.
The afterglow of the climax still hummed in his lower belly, and his scrotum throbbed with a dull ache from being stepped on.
About ten minutes later, the door was pushed open again.
Jerry opened his eyes, expecting Aurora, but another woman walked in.
Professor McGonagall.
She entered the room, her gaze sweeping over the slumped Jerry, taking in his trousers around his ankles, the fluids clinging to his member, and the wet stocking draped over his thigh. A mocking smile curled her lips.
She didn't walk toward Jerry, but turned to look at Aurora, who had just stepped out of a nearby doorway.
"So?" McGonagall's voice carried a hint of teasing.
"Drained him dry, did you?"
Aurora glanced at her, a smile touching her own lips.
"Pretty much." She said calmly. "But he agreed to my terms.
Six months, twenty top-tier crystal puppets, cost price.
And in exchange, I'm helping him wipe his ass clean for this latest stunt."
"Tsk." McGonagall made a sound of surprise, an unexpected glint in her eyes.
"You really were willing to pay the price."
"It's worth it," Aurora replied briefly.
McGonagall said nothing more, walking over to Jerry and looking down at him.
"Get up." Her voice was cold and commanding. "It's time to go."
Jerry opened his eyes and looked at her, his lips moving as if to speak, but he ultimately remained silent.
He struggled to prop himself up, leaning over to pull up his pants.
"Don't bother putting them on." McGonagall said suddenly. "We're leaving just like that."
Jerry looked up, disbelief flashing in his eyes.
"You!"
"I said, we're leaving like this." McGonagall repeated, her tone brookng no argument. "It'll just be the two of us in the carriage anyway."
Jerry grit his teeth and eventually gave up on his trousers.
He stood up, his legs trembling slightly from exhaustion, nearly unable to keep his balance.
McGonagall reached out to grab his arm, but the movement wasn't gentle; it was more like she was lugging an object.
She led Jerry out of the room, through the corridor, and to the teleportation platform outside the Wizard Tower.
A black carriage stood there, its cabin spacious and its curtains drawn tight.
McGonagall opened the door and practically shoved Jerry inside before boarding herself.
The door closed, and the carriage began to move slowly.
The cabin was silent, save for the sound of wheels rolling over the ground. Jerry sat on the seat, his pants still at his ankles, his lower half exposed to the air. He kept his head down, not daring to look at McGonagall.
McGonagall sat opposite him, legs crossed, her gaze cold as she watched him.
"Look up," she said suddenly.
Jerry hesitated, then slowly raised his head to meet her gaze.
In the next second, McGonagall's hand lashed out, delivering a savage slap to Jerry's face.
SLAP!
The sharp sound echoed in the carriage.
Jerry's head was whipped to the side, a red handprint instantly blooming on his cheek.
His ears rang, and a trickle of blood seeped from the corner of his mouth.
"You really are a constant source of trouble." McGonagall said coldly. "Running off to the front lines, nearly getting yourself killed!"
Jerry clutched his cheek, about to speak, but McGonagall leaned over, grabbing his chin and forcing his head up.
Then, her lips slammed onto his.
It was not a gentle kiss.
McGonagall's lips ground against Jerry's with force, her tongue roughly prying open his teeth to invade his mouth.
"Mmph... mmh..." Jerry emitted a blurred moan, trying to push her away, but his weakness left him powerless.
One of McGonagall's hands gripped his chin while the other pressed against his chest, pinning him firmly to the seat.
Her kiss grew more intense, her saliva mixing with the blood from Jerry's mouth, trickling down his jaw.
Her tongue churned through his mouth with an aggressive power. Jerry could taste the faint hint of mint on her breath, mixed with the indescribable scent of a mature woman.
After a long while, McGonagall finally released him.
As her lips pulled away, a thread of silver stretched between them before snapping.
Jerry panted heavily, his lips red and swollen, blood and saliva at the corners of his mouth. His eyes were dazed, his chest heaving.
McGonagall watched him, a satisfied smile on her lips.
"Remember, Jerry," McGonagall whispered, her voice carrying a dangerous tenderness.
"There won't be a next time!"
As she spoke, she reached out to stroke Jerry's swollen cheek, her thumb pressing gently against the handprint.
"Do you understand?"
Jerry looked at her, fell silent for a moment, and finally nodded.
McGonagall's smile deepened.
She released her hand, her gaze scanning over Jerry's wretched body before settling on his still semi-erect member.
"It seems it wasn't cleaned properly yet." She said softly, her tone carrying a hint of resignation, as if talking to herself.
McGonagall stood up from the opposite seat, the swaying of the carriage making her body rock slightly.
She walked over to Jerry and slowly crouched down, kneeling on the floor of the cabin.
Jerry watched her, a flash of confusion in his eyes.
McGonagall didn't explain. She simply reached out to press down on Jerry's thighs, spreading his legs wider.
McGonagall's gaze landed on Jerry's crotch; the semi-soft spear still bore the traces of his earlier release, glistening in the dim cabin.
"Don't move," McGonagall said briefly.
Then, she leaned down, parted her lips, and extended her tongue to lick gently at the base of Jerry's spear.
"Hiss..." Jerry drew a sharp breath, his body stiffening.
McGonagall's tongue was warm and soft, carrying a moist touch. The tip of her tongue started from the base and licked slowly upward, cleaning the remaining fluids from the surface bit by bit.
"Mmh... ah..." Jerry emitted blurred moans, his fingers gripping the edge of the seat tightly.
McGonagall's tongue roamed over the shaft, sometimes licking, sometimes nipping lightly, sometimes teasing the sensitive veins with the tip of her tongue. Her movements were slow and meticulous, as if she were savoring a rare delicacy.
Slurp... slurp... The wet sounds of her licking echoed in the carriage, mixing with the sound of the wheels.
Under McGonagall's tongue, Jerry's spear gradually regained its hardness. The thick shaft throbbed as McGonagall's tongue reached the tip, circling gently to tease the sensitive opening.
"Mmh... ah..." Jerry's body began to shake, the heat in his lower abdomen gathering once more.
McGonagall looked up at him, a smile playing on her lips.
"Don't be in such a hurry," she whispered before leaning back down.
This time, she didn't use her tongue. She opened her mouth and took Jerry's spear inside.
"Mmph...!" Jerry let out a suppressed groan, his body tensing up.
McGonagall's lips wrapped tightly around the head of his spear, her tongue churning at the tip to tease the opening.
Her mouth was warm and wet, possessing an indescribable suction.
Slurp... slurp... gulp...
The wet sucking sounds filled the carriage.
McGonagall's head began to move slowly up and down. With every downward stroke, she took Jerry's spear deeper into her mouth.
Jerry's spear was massive; even a mature, experienced woman like McGonagall couldn't take the entire thing at once.
Her lips could only encase the front half; for the rest, she used her palm to grip the shaft, coordinating with her mouth to stroke him up and down.
"Mmh... ah... ah..." Jerry's moans became clearer as his body trembled uncontrollably.
"Aurora is a reliable person."
McGonagall spoke suddenly, her voice muffled because her mouth was still full of Jerry's spear.
She looked up, spitting the spear from her mouth, her tongue licking the tip as she continued: "If she says she'll wipe your ass clean, she will."
"Ah... mmh... what do you mean..." Jerry panted, barely squeezing out the words.
"It means she will settle the trouble you caused this time." McGonagall's tongue licked the shaft of his spear, moving from root to tip before she took him back into her mouth.
"Mmh... Dumbledore won't say much about it either... gulp... but after this... tsk tsk... I'm afraid we are going to be deeply mired in the quagmire of war..."
As she spoke, her mouth continued to move up and down, her tongue roaming flexibly over the surface of the spear. Her palm gripped the base, moving in sync with her mouth, bringing forth more fluids and a wet squelching sound.
"Quagmire... of war...?"
"Mmh... mph..." McGonagall spat the spear out again, her tongue tracing circles at the tip.
"Do you know why Aurora wants so many crystal puppets?
Tsk... not for research... gulp... and not for defense either..."
She took the spear back into her mouth, this time taking it deeper, nearly reaching her throat.
Her throat made a gulp-gulp swallowing sound as she struggled to accommodate the size.
"Then... what is it for..." Jerry's body shook violently. He could feel McGonagall's throat tightly encasing the head of his spear; that warm, tight sensation made him nearly lose his mind.
McGonagall looked up, a string of silver connecting her lips to the tip of his spear. She took a breath and continued: "For revenge.
Tsk... her students... all of them died at the hands of Zeus, the King of the False Olympic Pantheon."
As she spoke, her tongue licked the spear again from root to tip, before giving the head a light suck to draw out more pre-cum.
"What...?"
Jerry's eyes went wide. Even amidst the pleasure, the news shocked him.
"Mmh... mph... you heard right." McGonagall's lips encased the spear again, her stroking becoming more frantic.
"Tsk tsk... her students went as a group... to explore a newly discovered world node... and they encountered Zeus... slap-slap... every single one of them... slaughtered..."
Her voice was blurred by the spear in her mouth, but every word reached Jerry's ears clearly.
Her tongue licked manically over the shaft, the coordination between her mouth and hand becoming perfect, drawing out strings of thick liquid and a wet splat-splat sound.
"Among them... mmh... there might have even been her illegitimate child..." McGonagall looked up at Jerry, a complex emotion in her eyes.
"Tsk... a boy... gifted... her most prized student... gulp... and her only bloodline..."
McGonagall took the spear back into her mouth, this time swallowing almost the entire length. Her throat made a series of gulping sounds as she fought to suppress her gag reflex. Her nose pressed tight against Jerry's lower belly, her breathing becoming rapid and heavy.
"Ah... ah... I... I'm going to...!" Jerry's body shuddered violently. He could feel the heat in his lower abdomen reaching its breaking point.
McGonagall sensed the change. She looked up, spitting the spear out to lick the tip rapidly while her hand gripped the base to stroke him fast.
"So... tsk tsk... she needs those crystal puppets... gulp... not for defense... but for the offensive... slap-slap... she is going to storm the Temple of Zeus... to avenge her disciples..."
McGonagall took the tip back into her mouth, her tongue teasing the opening manically while her hand worked the shaft with speed.
Jerry finally snapped. His body went into a violent spasm, and the torrent in his lower abdomen burst through the final gate.
Pshhh!! Pshhh!
Rounds of thick white liquid erupted from the tip of his spear, all of it shooting directly into McGonagall's mouth.
McGonagall did not pull away; she held the tip deathly tight in her mouth. Her throat began to work, making audible gulping sounds as she swallowed every drop of fluid Jerry pumped into her.
"Mmh... mmh... gulp..." McGonagall's Adam's apple rolled as she downed every mouthful.
Her tongue continued to lick the surface of the spear, squeezing out the very last drop before swallowing that too.
After a long time, Jerry finally finished. McGonagall looked up, spitting the spear from her mouth, her tongue licking her lips to clean the remaining traces.
"Now it's clean." McGonagall said calmly, as if what she had just done was entirely routine.
She sat back in the opposite seat, legs crossed, her gaze cold once more as she watched Jerry.
"So, do you understand now?" She continued.
"Aurora needs those crystal puppets to fight Zeus.
And you have now been dragged into this war.
Whether you like it or not, you must finish those twenty puppets.
Because if Aurora fails, Zeus's next target will very likely be you..."
Jerry sat slumped on the seat, his chest heaving as he panted for breath.
His member had gone completely soft, licked clean by McGonagall with only the traces of her spit remaining.
He looked at McGonagall, complex emotions in his eyes.
Shock, confusion, and a trace of an inexplicable... sense of responsibility?
"Why... why didn't she just say so..." Jerry's voice was hoarse and weak.
"Because she didn't want you to feel like she was exploiting your sympathy."
McGonagall said levelly. "She wants your ability, not your pity.
Furthermore, she wasn't sure if you were trustworthy.
After all, you are just a boy, even if you possess power beyond the ordinary."
She paused and then added: "But now, she is certain.
You have the capability, and you have the balls.
That's why she used that method to force you into the deal.
She was showing you respect!"