"Are you strapped for cash?"
Jerry looked at Cho Chang, a flash of sharp scrutiny in his eyes.
The blush on Cho's face, brought on by excitement and shame, receded rapidly like an ebbing tide upon hearing Jerry's question.
Her complexion returned to its usual slightly pale, aloof coldness. But this time, beneath that coldness settled an indescribable heaviness and sorrow, as if seeping out from her very bones.
Cho did not answer immediately, silently loosening her hands that were tightly gripping the wooden cross.
Her knuckles, originally white from exertion, now appeared unusually slender and weak.
She slowly stood up and walked to the window in the corner of the room, which had been cast with a Silencing Charm. With her back to the others, she cast her gaze toward the fake, magically simulated starry sky outside.
Silence spread across the room.
Hermione, Liliana, and Hannah all felt the shift in atmosphere. They held their breath in unison, fixing their eyes on Cho's lonely yet upright back.
"In need of money?"
After a long while, Cho finally spoke.
Her voice was very light and flat, as if she wasn't answering a question, but stating a fact that had nothing to do with her.
No emotional ripples could be heard in that voice, but it was exactly this extreme flatness that revealed a heart-palpitating despair.
"I am indeed not lacking money, Jerry."
Cho said as she turned around. Her beautiful phoenix eyes looked straight at Jerry, without the slightest evasion, holding only a bottomless calmness like a freezing pool.
"My family, the Chang family, was once a prestigious noble house in the Eastern magical world.
We are not proficient in combat spells, nor are we skilled in brewing powerful potions capable of reversing heaven and earth."
The corners of Cho's mouth curled into a self-deprecating arc, a smile more heartbreaking than weeping.
"What our family has passed down through generations is a craft viewed by other wizarding families as 'unorthodox'—the exploration and restoration of magic crystal veins."
She slowly walked up to Jerry, a ripple of pain finally emerging in her aloof gaze.
"Do you know what 'Spirit Magic Crystal Veins' are?
They are the 'blood vessels' flowing with magical energy deep beneath the earth.
The magic of the Eastern world largely relies on the stability of these crystal veins.
And my family were the 'physicians' who guarded these blood vessels.
This was once our glory, but it is also our curse."
Cho's voice began to carry an imperceptible tremble, as if she had fallen into some painful memory.
"Fifteen years ago, one of the largest magic crystal veins in the East, the 'Dragon's Spine', showed signs of depletion. It was a disaster.
The depletion of a crystal vein meant that the magic on that land would completely vanish, countless creatures relying on magic to survive would die, and many ancient magical lineages would be severed.
My father, as the current heir of the family, took all the elites of our clan into the depths of the 'Dragon's Spine', attempting to repair it."
Her story paused abruptly here. The room was dead silent, save for the nervous breathing of the few girls.
"They never came out." Cho's voice became increasingly hollow, as if narrating someone else's story.
"A full seventeen elite wizards of our family, including my father and all my uncles... they disappeared without a trace, like drops of water falling into the ocean.
We only found the last Howler left by my father at the entrance of the 'Dragon's Spine'."
She closed her eyes, her long eyelashes casting shadows on her pale cheeks.
"The letter said that the depletion of the 'Dragon's Spine' was not a natural disaster, but the erosion of an unprecedented 'curse'.
It was a... 'living' curse; it devours magic, devours life, and even devours souls.
They succeeded, but they also failed, trapped underground by that curse forever.
And what's even more terrifying is that the curse spread to everyone in our family through our bloodline connections."
Hermione gasped, and a look of horror also appeared on the faces of Liliana and Hannah.
A bloodline curse—this was one of the most vicious and unsolvable curses in the wizarding world.
"It is a slow-acting curse." Cho opened her eyes, her gaze filled with a dead, ashen gray. "It won't kill us immediately, but will bit by bit... devour our magic and erode our souls.
The cursed person will first experience a decline in magic, then blurred memories, followed by emotional apathy, and finally... will turn into a mindless, soulless... breathing corpse."
She reached out her slender, fair wrist, displaying it before everyone.
On that originally smooth skin, several extremely faint, cobweb-like gray lines had now surfaced.
"These are the marks of the curse.
It is slowly... devouring me."
"I didn't come to Hogwarts for an exchange study." Cho's voice finally carried an unmaskable sorrow and determination.
"I came to seek a cure.
My mother sold off all our family's remaining assets just to exchange for this student quota.
Because I heard that in Europe, within those oldest magical families and legends, methods to counter such ancient curses might still be preserved."
"Headmaster Dumbledore also helped me consult many ancient texts, and he even sought advice from Nicolas Flamel... but the conclusion was that this curse is incurable. The only way is to use an extremely precious, extremely rare magical material to forge a 'Soul Receptacle'. By temporarily extracting my soul and storing it within the receptacle, the erosion of the curse could be delayed."
Her gaze fell upon Jerry once more. Her eyes were filled with a final, desperate hope.
"That material is called the 'Heart of the Deep'. It only exists in the deepest trenches of the oceanic worlds, guarded by the most powerful sea monsters.
On the black market, the price of a single 'Heart of the Deep' is at least 300,000 gold Galleons, and it's priceless even then. My mother sold everything our family had and only managed to scrape together less than 50,000 Galleons."
"So, do you understand now, Jerry?" Cho's voice was low and hoarse. Her cold, aloof shell had completely shattered before the cruel reality.
"What I need isn't money.
I need an astronomical figure, a sum I could never reach in a lifetime using any normal means.
I need it to buy my life."
"Joining the 'Forbidden Eden' is my last chance." A poignant smile appeared on her face, a smile that carried despair, but also unyielding defiance.
"Hermione said we had a chance to make a huge sum of money. I don't care what the process is, I don't care what price I have to pay.
As long as I can survive, even if it means selling my image like this, selling everything I have... I am willing."
"Therefore, my compensation..."
She stared at Jerry with burning eyes. That look was no longer a simple transaction, but the plea of a drowning person clutching at their final lifeline.
"I don't want your gold Galleons.
I only want the 'Heart of the Deep'. Or, you help me earn enough money to buy it."
Jerry let out a cold sneer.
That laughter echoed in the enclosed club activity room, carrying a bone-piercing chill.
"Three hundred thousand gold Galleons?"
His voice wasn't loud, but every word was like a knife, piercing straight into Cho's already riddled heart.
"You actually have the nerve to open your mouth and ask for that."
Jerry leaned back against his chair, arms crossed over his chest. In those deep eyes, there was not the slightest hint of sympathy or pity, only an almost cruel rationality.
"Such a massive sum of money, even I couldn't possibly fork it out all at once in a short amount of time."
He paused, his gaze sweeping over those gray curse marks on Cho's wrist, the corners of his mouth curling into an even more mocking arc.
"Moreover, extracting a soul into a soul receptacle..."
Jerry's voice suddenly became low and dangerous.
"Do you know who the last person to do that was?"
He slowly stood up and walked toward Cho step by step.
"Voldemort."
This name acted like a spell, instantly freezing the air in the room.
Jerry stopped in front of Cho, looking down at her condescendingly.
"Are you sure you want to walk down the exact same path?"
Cho's body began to tremble violently.
She heard Jerry's words, and she understood the warning and irony within them.
But those voices of reason, after echoing in her mind for a moment, were completely swallowed by another stronger, more primal emotion.
That was the fear of death.
That was the despair towards the curse.
That was the breakdown of watching her closest relatives die one by one from the curse, while she was utterly powerless.
"I just want to live!"
Cho suddenly screamed.
The voice was heart-rending, filled with hysterical despair.
Cho's previously upright body violently pitched forward, her knees hitting the ground heavily with a muffled "thud".
"I just want to live!
Jerry!"
Cho's hands deathly gripped Jerry's trouser legs, her nails almost digging into the fabric.
Cho looked up. That originally delicate and beautiful face was now distorted by tears and despair.
"Do you know?
Do you know what that feels like?!"
Cho's voice was hoarse and broken, every word seemingly squeezed forcefully from the depths of her throat.
"Watching your father, your uncles, walk one by one into that damn crystal vein, and then never coming out!"
"Watching your grandmother, who could originally still recognize you and call your name, suddenly one day look at you with eyes as hollow as a dead person's, asking who you are!"
"Watching your older female cousin, a sister three years older than me, she used to be so smart, so excellent, the pride of the family!
Then the curse came, her magic disappeared bit by bit, her memories blurred bit by bit, and finally... finally she didn't even know who she was anymore!"
Cho's tears rolled down her cheeks like floodwaters breaking through a dam.
"She lay in bed, eyes wide open, but there was nothing in those eyes!
She was still breathing, her heart was still beating, but she was already dead!
Her soul was completely devoured clean by that damn curse!"
"I watched her, watched her live like that for three years! Three years! Like a living corpse!
Until her body finally couldn't bear it either, and she stopped breathing entirely!"
Cho's body convulsed violently, her fingers deathly gripping Jerry's trouser legs, as if they were her only lifeline.
"And then there's my mother..."
Her voice suddenly became even more desperate.
"My mother, she has also started showing symptoms.
Her magic is declining, her memory is blurring. Sometimes she suddenly forgets what day it is, sometimes she calls me by the wrong name..."
"I know, I know she won't be able to hold on for much longer either.
And me..."
Cho violently raised her wrist, displaying those gray curse marks in front of Jerry.
"I'm dying too!
Every day I can feel that damn curse spreading within my body! It's devouring my magic, eroding my soul!
I know that one day, I will become like that too! Become a living corpse!"
"So tell me, Jerry!"
Cho's voice became sharp and crazed.
"Tell me, what other choice do I have?!"
"Voldemort?"
She suddenly began to laugh, the laughter mournful and desperate.
"At least, he is still alive!
At least he still has consciousness!
At least he still knows who he is!"
"But what about me?
If I don't do something, I will become a walking corpse!
I would rather become a monster than become like that!"
Cho's hands moved from Jerry's trouser legs and instead grabbed his hands.
Her hands were freezing and trembling, yet possessed an almost manic strength.
"I'm willing to do anything, Jerry."
Her voice suddenly became deep and hoarse, carrying a do-or-die resolve.
"You want money?
I can help you make money."
"You want people?
I can find people for you."
"You want me?"
Cho suddenly let go of Jerry's hands and started unbuttoning her own school uniform.
Her movements were rough and hurried, completely disregarding the fact that there were other people present.
The first button was undone, revealing her fair collarbones.
The second button was undone, revealing the edge of the lace bra over her chest.
"I can be your sex slave."
Cho's voice was terrifyingly calm, as if stating the most ordinary fact in the world.
"I can do anything you want me to do.
On the bed, on the floor, anywhere."
"You can play with me however you want. If you want me to serve you on my knees, I'll kneel.
If you want me to endure you on all fours, I'll be on all fours."
Cho's fingers continued downward, unfastening the third button.
The others in the room were stunned.
Hermione, Liliana, Hannah—none of them expected that Cho, who was usually so aloof and proud, would actually do something like this.
But Cho didn't care about their gazes at all.
In her eyes, at this moment, there was only Jerry.
Only this boy who could save her life.
Cho's voice became even more manic.
"I also know other people.
Cho Chang is very popular in Ravenclaw, I know a lot of girls."
"Padma Patil, she's my roommate, has a great body, and beautiful wheat-colored skin."
"Luna Lovegood, although she's a bit crazy, her body is very flexible, and she doesn't care about anything, very easy to control."
Cho's fingers continued downward, undoing the fourth button.
Her school uniform was completely open, revealing the thin underwear inside.
Her voice carried a sick excitement.
Cho suddenly lunged forward, throwing her entire body over Jerry's legs.
Her hands started unfastening Jerry's trousers, her movements rough and urgent.
"I will be your most loyal slave."
Cho looked up, those originally aloof phoenix eyes now filled with madness and despair.
"I will help you make money, whether it's through the 'Forbidden Eden' or any other method."
"I will offer everything I have to you, my body, my soul, my dignity, everything!"
Her fingers finally unzipped Jerry's trousers.
"As long as you can save me."
Cho's voice became pleading and desperate.
"As long as you can help me get that 'Heart of the Deep', or help me earn those 300,000 gold Galleons."
"I'm willing to do anything."
Her hand reached into Jerry's trousers, grasping that long spear which appeared thick even in its flaccid state.
"Absolutely anything."
Cho lowered her head, burying her face into Jerry's crotch.
Her tongue stuck out, beginning to lick the tip of that long spear.
"Mmh..."
She let out a muffled sound, her tongue swirling around the slit at the tip, attempting to use the most primal method to please this boy before her who could determine her life and death.
The room was dead silent.
Hermione, Liliana, Hannah—they all stared blankly at this scene, not knowing what to say or what to do.
They witnessed how a person, in the face of despair, had completely abandoned all dignity and bottom lines.
And Jerry, he just stood there quietly, looking at Cho kneeling at his crotch.
On his face, no expression could be seen.
Jerry looked at Cho kneeling at his crotch, those originally aloof phoenix eyes now filled with madness and despair.
That small face, drenched in tear stains and resolve, was humbly yet greedily licking the tip of that thick long spear with the tip of her tongue, letting out muffled, sexy "Mmh..." sounds.
However, no expression could be seen on Jerry's face still, and he did not agree immediately.
His fingers, under everyone's watchful eyes, slowly and powerfully reached out, directly clamping onto the tip of Cho's nose.
He didn't have the slightest hesitation, simply pinching Cho's small, delicate nose tightly with the pads of his fingers, and then, forcefully pulling it upwards.
"Mmh... wuh!"
Cho's entire head was instantly jerked upward by Jerry's fingers.
She let out a struggling grunt from her throat, her body instinctively pulling upward along with it.
But even so, her chest, unbuttoned to reveal lace underwear, remained pressed against Jerry's legs, and that mouth engulfing the long spear showed no intention of letting go.
Cho's nostrils were pinched tight by Jerry's fingertips, making every hurried breath difficult and hoarse. Yet, Cho clung tightly to that massive, scorching long spear, her tongue swirling even harder around the tip, trying to prove her determination and value to Jerry through this utterly submissive licking.
The upward pulling force completely distorted Cho's facial muscles.
Cho's cheeks were pulled taut, and her upper lip was forced to curl upward due to the angle, exposing the internal gums which had become red, swollen, and even slightly chafed from prolonged oral sex. Her lower jaw jutted out downwards because she was biting down hard on Jerry's long spear, giving her chin a bizarre and unnatural curve.
Those originally aloof, ascetic phoenix eyes were now torn to roll backwards by this extreme force, revealing large patches of the whites of her eyes. The eyeballs were filled with dense bloodshot lines, mixing physiological stimulation with tears of humiliation.
Tears flowed down from the corners of Cho's eyes, mixing with the wet streaks left behind from her previous swallowing.
"Wuh... plop... squelch..."
Because her nose was pinched and her oral cavity was completely stuffed by Jerry's long spear, Cho's mouth couldn't close completely at all.
Large amounts of saliva, mixed with Jerry's continuously seeping pre-cum and the saliva Hermione had left earlier, overflowed uncontrollably from the corners of her mouth. They hung viscously on her chin and the front of her school uniform. Even from her nasal cavity, a trace of mucus was squeezed out due to the inability to breathe, mixing with her tears and flowing down, drawing lewd and wretched trails across her face.
That face, extremely pulled and distorted, had completely lost the elegance and reserve of an aloof top student. Cho at this moment—cheeks flushed, breathing rapidly, eyes rolling back, drool overflowing from the corners of her mouth—her entire face had broken down into an extremely erotic, incredibly lewd picture.
Under this intertwining of humiliation and desire to survive, Cho still deathly sucked on Jerry's long spear. Sticky water sounds echoed from the depths of her throat, like a starving beast exhibiting its final thirst for food in a desperate situation.
That image was heart-palpitating, yet filled with a sick temptation.
Jerry's gaze lingered for a moment on Cho's distorted yet extremely stubborn face.
He felt the warm, wet slipperiness of his long spear being tightly sucked and swirled by Cho's tongue, as well as her violent swallowing brought on by difficulty breathing.
As if confirming something, his fingers finally slowly released Cho's nose.
"Hoo... hah... cough, cough, cough!"
With her nose released, Cho suddenly gasped heavily for air.
She coughed violently, her chest heaving intensely, tears and drool intertwining, blurring her vision.
But her mouth still deathly engulfed Jerry's long spear. Her tongue nimbly licked around the shaft, terrified that in the next second, Jerry would take back this "gift" she relied on to survive.
That hot, wet slipperiness from the depths of her throat, wrapping around Jerry's thick, hard meat-pillar, brought an ultimate wave of pleasure.
But Jerry wasn't blinded by this surge of pleasure.
Cho's intense desire to survive and twisted madness caused Jerry's trust in her to drop significantly. She eagerly spilled information while trying to bewitch him through this method, which in itself proved she was holding back, perhaps even hiding something.
"These things you're saying!" Jerry's voice was as cold as frost, without a ripple, like a ruthless scalpel pointing straight at Cho. "Besides saying them to me, the person you are now desperately begging... you must have also said them to him, the one who holds you in the palm of his hand, that 'boyfriend' you speak of, right?"
His gaze was like lightning, seeing through Cho's momentary stiffness.
The sucking deep in her throat suddenly became more forceful. Cho's body began to tremble violently. She tried hard to take him deeper, her tongue-tip almost touching the deepest part of the long spear, attempting to use even more frantic swallowing—so much so that it produced loud "glug, glug" water sounds—to block Jerry's questioning and bluff her way through.
A flash of panic crossed Cho's humble face, driven by her desire to survive, but it was quickly replaced by a deeper, sick fanaticism. Her forced composure was crumbling under Jerry's gaze.
Jerry scoffed coldly. He had no patience for Cho's meaningless struggles.
He had seen right through her little tricks. He violently reached out, grabbing the back of Cho's neck with precise and powerful force. His thick knuckles almost completely pinched the back of her neck, and with an unquestionable strength, he forcefully yanked her head up from his crotch.
"Pop!"
A sticky sound of detachment, accompanied by copious amounts of drool, mucus in Cho's mouth, and pre-cum from Jerry, pulled out a long, transparent, wet string the moment the long spear was yanked out.
Jerry's meat-pillar, burning hot and shiny from the oral sex, was forcefully pulled from Cho's stretched, red, and swollen mouth, accompanied by a sickening water sound.
Cho's body pitched backward violently. The overly sudden withdrawal made her almost fall over from inertia. She coughed violently, struggling while trying to prop her body up with her hands, but the hand Jerry had clamped tightly on the back of her neck was like an iron hoop, rendering her completely unable to move.
"Cough, cough... mmh..."
The residual heat of the long spear and Jerry's lingering taste still remained in her mouth. Saliva and body fluids mixed, slipping from the corners of her mouth and winding down her chin.
Her lips, swollen from prolonged oral sex, looked even more broken now. Unwilling chokes rolled in her throat. Her oral cavity felt an intense emptiness due to the sudden withdrawal of the long spear, a strong sense of loss rushing in like a tide, making her feel incomparably empty and desperate.
"I'm talking to you. Didn't you hear me?"
Jerry's voice was low and full of threat. His fingers tightened abruptly, pinching Cho so hard she felt a wave of suffocation.
That strength didn't at all seem like something an eleven-year-old boy could exert; instead, it carried the ruthlessness and dominance of an adult male.
Cho's body gave uncomfortable twitches from being grabbed by the neck. Her whole body unconsciously twisted and squirmed. Her soft waist, due to pain and struggle, displayed a different kind of brokenness and temptation.
Cho's eyes began to roll back due to lack of oxygen. Continuous, weird "Ugh... ah..." sounds came from deep within her throat, like a trapped fawn letting out its final cries.
Cho's cheeks were pale without a trace of blood, but those phoenix eyes washed by tears stared dead at Jerry. Inside them was filled with fear, pleading, and a trace of unmaskable panic from being caught in a lie.
"I... he... he..." Cho opened her mouth, but couldn't form complete sentences. The large amount of body fluid and saliva in her oral cavity made even panting difficult.
She swallowed hard a few times before she finally managed to stammer out an explanation, her voice carrying obvious trembling and pain: "He... he did say... after we get married... he would buy me the Heart of the Ocean..."
Her eyes grew even more desperate and pained. "But he doesn't know if I... if I can... live until then... The curse... the curse won't give me... that much time..."
Her voice carried a crying tone. That sense of urgency for time, the despair towards fate, dragged her back to the edge of a breakdown once more.
"Moreover... moreover, his mother... really dislikes me..."
Cho's voice lowered, carrying an inferiority and powerlessness that went deep into her bones.
Her originally aloof and proud image was now completely shredded, leaving only a lowly and suffering soul.
"His mother..." Cho's gaze became complex, mixed with fear, awe, and an imperceptible trace of... envy and resentment.
"She is a tremendously famous beauty in the Asian magical world... possessing city-toppling looks. Even past thirty, her peerless elegance remains undiminished from her youth... A being of high position and great authority..."
Cho's expression became dazed, as if she had fallen into some distant memory.
"She presides over an ancient shrine and is the last Grand Shrine Maiden of the ancient Japanese Way of the Witches.
The outside world calls her the 'Tsukuyomi Shrine Maiden'.
Her status, her power, her influence are unmatched in the entire Asian magical world.
And... and she holds in her hands a... a potion recipe that allows women to retain eternal youth.
It's said to be an elixir of immortality capable of eternally maintaining one's looks and vitality, a secret technique passed down through generations within her shrine maiden bloodline.
She is the living proof.
She might even be able to live past a thousand years."
A sick craving appeared on Cho's pale face.
That greed for youth and vitality practically overflowed from her eyes.
"She might even be able to live past a thousand years?"
Jerry frowned slightly; this information took him by surprise.
Potions for eternal youth were not uncommon, but the level achieved by this shrine maiden—withstanding a thousand years of time—was completely unimaginable.
The magic behind this probably far exceeded any alchemy he currently knew, perhaps even touching the level of fundamental universal laws.
"Yes..." Cho's voice was somewhat hollow, as if awed by the sheer weight of the information. "And more importantly... her potion isn't just a simple cosmetic preservation technique, but it contains the powerful force of life's true essence.
Those women who consume her potion not only maintain their youth, but even the rate of their magic depletion slows down abnormally... to the point it's almost negligible..."
Jerry's eyes flickered.
The hidden value behind this information was far greater than 300,000 gold Galleons.
If that potion could slow down magic depletion, then it might also delay or even counteract Cho's curse.
And for someone who held the recipe to such a potion, it was probably exactly because of this that Cho's boyfriend could say without hesitation that "after getting married," he could fork out the massive sum of 300,000 gold Galleons to buy her the 'Heart of the Deep'.
However, Cho's words also showed him her boyfriend's mother's attitude towards her. That powerful Tsukuyomi Shrine Maiden was clearly unsatisfied with Cho. It was precisely because of this disgust that Cho couldn't obtain the potion directly and was forced to struggle on the brink of death.
Jerry's hand finally released the back of Cho's neck.
Cho's body went limp, collapsing entirely onto the floor. She gasped heavily and coughed, her body twitching non-stop from extreme hypoxia and the mental blow.
Her face was marked with a mixture of tears and drool. Her mouth was red and swollen, her eyes unfocused, looking wretched to the extreme.
However, Jerry's gaze held no pity. He coldly swept his eyes over Cho's undignified, sickly face, and then his sight passed over her again, looking straight at Liliana, who had remained silent but stood perfectly straight.
"What about you?"
Jerry's voice rang out again, still as calm as ever, but like a judge of death pronouncing the next stage of fate.
These two simple words fell into Liliana's ears as if they weighed a thousand tons.
Liliana's body gave a violent shudder, a flash of struggle crossing those clever brown eyes.
Liliana fell into a brief silence. Her gaze pierced through the air, thick with the scent of sweat and bodily fluids, and met Jerry's cold, sharp stare in mid-air.
There was no joke in Jerry's eyes, making her understand that this was not the time to play smart or beat around the bush. The air seemed to freeze at this moment, broken only by Hermione's heavy breathing and Cho's faint sobs, disrupting the suffocating silence.
Liliana lowered her head slightly, her long eyelashes covering the light in her eyes. She seemed to be brewing something, or perhaps making a certain resolution.
"I like you, Jerry."
Liliana suddenly spoke up. Her voice was not loud, but it was clear and firm.
The moment her words fell, under everyone's watchful eyes and without any hesitation, she leaned down. Liliana's full breasts trembled violently beneath the tight fabric of her school uniform as she knelt.
The perky orbs looked as if they would burst out of their restraints at any moment, the nipples already slightly erect from the friction against the lace. Her fair knees gently touched the cold floor tiles without making a sound.
Liliana slowly reached out her hands, her movements gentle and elegant, carrying an unprecedented focus.
Liliana didn't touch Jerry's clothes or body, but chose another target—her fingertips touched the edge of Jerry's trousers. That thick meat-spear, already unzipped by Cho and half-exposed, was currently thrust into the air, carrying a bit of sticky wetness.
Liliana stared intently at that massive cock, as if it were a delicate work of art rather than a rough embodiment of lust.
Without the slightest disgust or hesitation, her fingertips first gently stroked the sticky drool left by Cho on the tip of the spear. Her movements were gentle and delicate, as if she were simply cleaning away a stain for Jerry.
In the process of kneeling, Liliana's large, full breasts pressed against Jerry's crotch. The soft weight, along with the sweet and seductive girlish scent emanating from her body, instantly made Jerry's crotch burn even hotter.
Liliana looked up. On that exquisite face, the previous struggle and hesitation were gone, replaced by a kind of determination and tenderness.
Her gaze met Jerry's again, her eyes revealing a deep and complex affection, as well as a stronger, inseparable sentiment.
"But... I love my sister, Alicia, even more."
Liliana's words made Jerry's brow twitch slightly.
He was not unfamiliar with this name.
Liliana's voice was once again tinged with tenderness, a tenderness mixed with unmaskable pride and worry.
"She is just like me, possessing this... 'special' physique."
Liliana pointed to her own chest, indicating her prematurely developed, full figure. "She has naturally gifted huge breasts. In daily life... she always seems very clumsy, her reactions a beat too slow, as sluggish as a slow-moving giant.
She can't even distinguish her left hand from her right, often holds parchment upside down, and mistakes ink bottles for coffee tins... she's a complete idiot when it comes to living."
Liliana's tone carried a hint of distress, yet it was full of doting affection.
Speaking up to here, Liliana's gaze fell once again on Jerry's massive meat-spear.
Liliana's eyes lingered for a moment on the tip of the cock, which was still stained with the sticky fluids left by Cho's mouth. Liliana sighed softly, and then, her tongue-tip slipped out, her movements elegant and delicate, like a flexible snake.
"But as you know, my sister has... an unparalleled talent when it comes to making tactical decisions."
As Liliana spoke, she used the tip of her tongue to extremely gently and meticulously lick clean the glob of sticky fluid on the head of Jerry's cock.
"Mmh... hah..." Jerry felt an ultimate wave of numbing pleasure instantly sweep through his entire body from the tip of his spear.
Liliana's tongue, soft and wet, acted like the most precise instrument, cleaning away every trace on the cock flawlessly.
That hot, wet saliva, carrying a hint of salty muskiness mixed with a girl's sweet scent, combined with the gentle swirling of her tongue, completely ignited the lust in Jerry's lower abdomen once more.
Liliana's movements were skilled and extremely focused.
Her eyes held no lust, yet they revealed a kind of devotion.
She groomed Jerry's cock until it was spotless, as if it wasn't the embodiment of lust, but the most important job in her life. Liliana's licking even carried a ritualistic rigor. First, she gently licked around the coronal ridge, then nimbly curled away the residual fluids deep within the slit with her tongue, and finally took the entire head into her mouth, sucking gently.
The whole process was smooth and natural, without the slightest awkwardness.
Liliana carefully licked her own lips with her flawless pink tongue, swallowing all of Jerry's bodily fluids and Cho's saliva down her throat.
"We... my sister and I, are both war orphans."
Having finally cleaned the meat-spear thoroughly, Liliana looked up. Her gaze was still as clear as water, only her lips were stained with a trace of glistening saliva, making them even more seductive.
Liliana's voice became low and slightly hoarse, filled with a lingering sorrow. "Ever since we could remember, we wandered among the ruins destroyed by the war. We only barely managed to survive by relying on my sister's protection.
My sister... she is my everything."
Liliana's fingers gently stroked Jerry's freshly cleaned cock, her palm feeling its immense size and scorching heat. Because of her teasing, the meat-spear had once again erected even thicker, its tip starting to seep fresh, transparent droplets.
"My sister and I depended on each other since we were young, experiencing too much suffering.
My sister used her frail shoulders to hold up our entirely barren and desperate childhood.
My sister's talent was never shown in front of others; it was hidden deep within those abandoned military camps, on those forgotten strategy chessboards.
My sister... it was for me that she was forced to learn how to survive, how to fight, how to formulate strategies."
Liliana's eyes were full of reverence and heartache for her sister, her voice also taking on a slight tremble.
"Now, my sister, relying on her incomparable talent and wisdom, has become the chief strategist of the frontline legion.
She even holds the nominal title of Deputy Legion Commander, directly commanding the daily operations of the entire legion and the layout of every battle."
Liliana's head slowly approached Jerry's crotch again, her full breasts gently brushing against Jerry's inner thighs, soft and bouncy. "She gave everything, Jerry... she sacrificed her entire life just so I could study safely at Hogwarts and enjoy the peaceful life of an ordinary girl."
Complex emotions surged in Liliana's eyes—pride, heartache, and a profound, ultimate anxiety.
"But... Jerry... you know, on the frontlines, there's an insurmountable chasm between a nominal Deputy Commander and a true Legion Commander." Liliana's wet lips gently touched the tip of Jerry's re-erected cock.
"Those old geezers... they won't relinquish power easily.
They will push all the most dangerous and arduous tasks onto my sister. They make her charge at the front, make her bear all the risks and heavy pressure, but never give her the glory and real power she deserves." Liliana's voice carried an unsuppressable anger and resentment.
"So, I beg you... Jerry..." Liliana looked up. Her face, which usually carried a bit of pride, was now covered in crystal tears, looking fragile and stunningly beautiful.
Liliana's massive breasts heaved violently with her chokes, almost popping out of her school uniform. Her voice was thick with a nasal tone, but she still maintained a neither humble nor arrogant cadence. Although filled with pleading, there was no compromise or sycophancy in it.
"I don't want your gold Galleons... I just want you to use your connections, use all your influence..."
Liliana's warm, wet tongue once again gently licked Jerry's cock, which had grown even more swollen, its tip leaking pre-cum once again.
Tears welled in Liliana's eyes, yet she remained resolute.
"Please... Jerry... let Alicia... let my sister successfully become a true Legion Commander of a frontline wizarding legion in every sense of the word!"
Liliana's smooth jawline was tight, showing that every decision she made right now was filled with agonizing determination.
"I don't want her to suffer any more grievances... I don't want her to be used by those arrogant old stubborn fools anymore! She deserves all the honor and power that is rightfully hers!"
Liliana's hands tightly hugged Jerry's thighs, prostrating her entire body before him. Those massive breasts pressed tightly against Jerry's crotch; the soft sensation made Jerry feel the surging love and sacrifice in her heart.
"For her... I am willing to do anything!" Liliana looked up again. On that face filled with sorrow and fortitude, an almost holy light flickered.
"I can become your most capable assistant in the Forbidden Eden, I can help you earn all the wealth you desire... I can also completely offer this body of mine to you... and become your most loyal slave."
Liliana's fair, slender fingers gently, yet with an unquestionable strength, grasped Jerry's thick and rock-hard cock.
Her eyes were filled with deep, unwavering love.
"Please help me... Jerry..."
Jerry's gaze wandered over Liliana's face, which was etched with sadness and determination.
He could feel that heavy love; it was completely different from Cho's frantic desire to survive driven by a curse.
This feeling made the faint irritation and thoughts of toying with them in his heart vanish instantly.
Jerry did not answer immediately.
Instead, he reached out his hand, his fingertips lightly yet highly skillfully pinching Liliana's nipples, which had become especially erect from excitement.
The soft buds, layered beneath her school uniform and lace bra, quivered under his fingertips, as if he had touched the deepest part of her soul.
Liliana's body suddenly went rigid, her eyes losing focus for a moment from the sudden, intense stimulation. A broken moan escaped from the depths of her throat, but her hand still gripped Jerry's meat-root tightly, not letting go.
Liliana's cheeks instantly flushed crimson as if scorched, yet her gaze remained locked dead on Jerry, awaiting his verdict.
"I don't need you to be my slave, Liliana," Jerry's voice was deep and powerful, carrying an unquestionable authority. His fingertips gently kneaded Liliana's nipples, feeling her body's sensitive feedback. "But, I will help you unconditionally.
As for Alicia..." He narrowed his eyes, a flicker of thought crossing them that only he understood. "I've witnessed her brilliance."
Jerry's words, clear and distinct in the quiet room, struck every person's heart.
Liliana's eyes lit up abruptly, bursting with unbelievable surprise. The heavy boulder pressing on her heart seemed to have found some degree of release at this moment.
Too emotional to speak, Liliana just stared intently at Jerry. On her face, once written with complex emotions, only gratitude and the comfort of being understood remained.
Jerry moved his hand from Liliana's nipples. Then, his palm slowly slid down to her wrist that was gripping his cock. Firmly, he pulled his thick meat-root out of Liliana's warm, soft palm, the motion slow and slightly lingering.
Pop! Squelch!
A sticky water sound was exceptionally clear in the quiet room the moment his cock completely detached from Liliana's hand.
Liliana's hand felt empty as the cock left. Her palm was stained with Jerry's fluids, hot and wet, carrying a thick scent that uniquely belonged to Jerry.
She subconsciously clenched her fist, as if wanting to preserve that slippery touch and smell forever.
Just as Liliana was immersed in the joy of liberation and a trace of melancholy emptiness, a figure lunged forward with lightning speed.
Hermione!
The jealousy in Hermione's eyes was already so thick it couldn't melt away. The envy that had accumulated from Liliana's humble begging and Jerry's gentle promise found an outlet the moment the cock was released.
Hermione didn't give Jerry any time to react, nor did she care that the tip of the cock was still stained with Cho and Liliana's traces.
Hermione's lips, swollen from her previous bout of oral sex, acted like a greedy beast's maw, accurately capturing that massive and boiling hot meat-spear.
Glug—slurp!
Before Jerry's cock could even fully drop, it was once again shoved entirely into the bottomless depths of Hermione's mouth in an extremely rough and tyrannical manner.
The sound was like a starving infant violently latching onto its mother's breast, or a long-pent-up floodgate suddenly opening. Hermione's tongue, acting like the most sensitive bowstring, snapped forward, shoving the glans straight down into the depths of her throat all at once.
"Mmh... wuh... hah..."
Hermione let out a struggling grunt from her throat. The huge, thick cock instantly filled her mouth completely, its girth pressing right up against her windpipe, nearly suffocating her.
Yet she showed no intention of relaxing. Instead, she tightly hugged Jerry's hips with both hands, pulling herself upwards to take that terrifying giant object deeper and more completely into her mouth.
"Hermione, it was clearly my turn!" Hannah shrieked.
The final sprint! This was the only thought left in Hermione's mind.
Hermione's lips firmly locked around the coronal ridge of the cock. Her tongue curled wildly inward, licking, sucking, and even forcefully pushing upwards with all her might. Her agile tongue-tip was like a runaway wild horse, swirling frantically over the surface of the meat-spear. Every bob of her head carried an ultimate greed and possessiveness.
"Mmh-ah... Hermione..." Jerry's body tensed abruptly. Hermione's near-bestial, violent sucking was deeper, fiercer, and more direct than ever before.
In contrast to his "small body," his meat-root appeared exceptionally thick and gigantic. Right now, it was completely swallowed by Hermione's mouth, leaving only the base. Because it was too long, it pressed against her chin, forcing it to jut forward. This highly contrasting visual impact made the other three girls present feel a wave of dizziness.
His blood seemed to ignite instantly, rushing back from his limbs to his crotch. The cock violently expanded within his youthful body, veins bulging and popping out.
Slurp! Glug! Wuh...
The cock churning in her mouth brought up waves of water sounds. From the depths of Hermione's throat came continuous, sticky sounds like she was swallowing a live animal.
Every time Hermione gulped down, she buried Jerry's cock deeper into her throat; every upward bob made the coronal ridge rub against her tongue, producing heart-stopping pleasure. Her cheeks flushed bright red from the intense movements, and fine beads of sweat oozed on her forehead, rolling down her temples.
Jerry's body began to tremble violently. The extreme pleasure shooting from his crotch straight to his brain had completely submerged him. He felt his cock swelling in Hermione's mouth, almost ready to tear it apart. Every thrust was accompanied by her body twitching.
His mind went completely blank, leaving only the ultimate numbness transmitted from the tip of his cock.
"Ah... mmh... I'm... I'm gonna cum..." Jerry let out an agonizing yet satisfied low roar from his throat. His abdomen violently thrust upward, and the hot flow in his lower belly erupted like a volcano once again.
Squelch—squirt—pshhh—
Wave after wave of thick, scalding white semen shot like a broken dam, violently and crazily straight into the depths of Hermione's throat. The impact of the fluid was so massive that it even made Hermione's body jerk backward. Had she not been tightly hugging Jerry's thighs, she would have fallen to the floor long ago.
This ejaculation was fiercer and more voluminous than any previous one, as if pouring out all of Jerry's internal essence all at once. Massive amounts of white cum instantly filled Hermione's entire mouth and throat, surging down straight into her stomach. A series of "glug-glug" swallowing sounds came from deep within her mouth; it was her passive, uncontrollable swallowing mixed with heart-racing water sounds.
However, this time Hermione appeared unusually... bizarre.
She didn't swallow all the semen straight down like before. Her mouth was completely filled with Jerry's massive load. A portion overflowed uncontrollably from the corners of her mouth, mixing with her saliva to wind down, wetting her chin, neck, and even between the buttons of her school uniform.
Yet, Hermione's tongue didn't stop working. Her tongue, originally red and swollen from sucking, miraculously began to flip, stir, and even forcefully squeeze the semen in a mind-boggling manner inside her mouth, which was full of thick white fluids.
"Mmh... wuh... slurp..."
Indistinct, addicted sounds came from Hermione's throat. The sound wasn't swallowing, but more like a kind of... chewing.
She treated that thick semen, full of power and musky scent, as if she were tasting some top-tier, stickiest candy in her mouth. She constantly stirred, kneaded, and squeezed it, as if trying to thoroughly melt the essence of every drop of semen into her mucous membranes.
Hermione's eyes were squeezed shut, tears of excitement overflowing from the corners.
Her swollen, red face was now covered in extreme intoxication and satisfaction.
Hermione felt that thick, blazing life energy surging and churning in her mouth. That sense of fullness and engorgement made her whole body tingle, completely blowing her mind.
Hermione even let out a few intoxicated "mmh-hmms," like a female beast satisfied to the absolute limit.
Hermione seemed to be enjoying it, slowly breaking down and absorbing Jerry's semen in her mouth until only the most mellow taste remained, before slowly, as if tasting the most precious nectar, swallowing it down into her stomach drop by drop.
"It's supposed to be my turn, because I'm the club president!"