In the early morning, a thin, cold mist still drifted through the corridors of Hogwarts.
Ophelia's eyes flickered with an anxious light born of her frantic run and inner turmoil.
She panted heavily, her full breasts heaving violently under her robes.
She couldn't even be bothered to tidy her chestnut short hair, which was messy from her panic.
She had brought news—Eleanora Shafiq, her mother and a master of Potions, had returned to Hogwarts.
And the moment she arrived, she began questioning Ophelia about Jerry's status.
Jerry's fingers were long and steady, his fingertips carrying a faint, subtle warmth.
He gently brushed over Ophelia's delicate lips, wiping away a smear of residual pale green potion.
"I understand, Senior."
Jerry's voice was as steady as ever, carrying a magic that could instantly soothe anxiety.
He wasn't startled by the news, and the look in his eyes didn't shift at all.
He remained as calm as a bottomless, dark pool of water.
"Mother... she looks truly strange."
Ophelia felt the touch of his fingers, and her body gave an involuntary shudder.
A strange heat flow spread rapidly from her lips to her entire body.
It caused her chestnut eyes to be shrouded once more in a layer of watery mist.
She tilted her head slightly, appearing as though she didn't dare look Jerry in the eye.
Her voice was as low as a whisper: "She brought back a massive black wooden chest."
"It's inscribed with ancient runes I don't recognize, and... I caught a scent."
"It was faint, but it definitely wasn't any known potion ingredient."
"It smelled like something... old, rotting, yet filled with a potent, magical... body."
She recalled the look in her mother Eleanora's eyes when she returned—cold, fanatical, with a scrutiny bordering on paranoia.
"Are you saying she's 'plotting' something interesting?"
Jerry chuckled softly, his striking features exuding a soul-capturing charm in that instant.
"Professor Shafiq is a pure scholar; she only ever pursues research of higher value."
Jerry said calmly, his tone carrying a hint of playfulness only he understood.
"Since she's in such a hurry to find me, it means the contents of that 'massive chest' are nothing but priceless... scrap without my assistance."
He looked at Ophelia again, who appeared even more fragile and moving due to her fear and inexplicable craving.
Jerry reached out, but this time his hand didn't stop at her lips.
He glided it gently over her cheek, his fingertips sliding down the graceful curve of her neck.
Finally, as if by accident, he pressed down firmly on her high chest, where she kept her crystal golem tucked away.
Squelch...
An incredibly subtle sound of fabric squeezing against the crystal golem, and the tight noise of her body reacting to the startle.
Ophelia's legs buckled suddenly.
Yet, in those usually timid chestnut eyes, a weird glint of provocative desire flashed.
Instead of collapsing limply as she usually did, she went with the momentum of her weak legs.
Her body crouched down nimbly, her slender waist carving an enchanting, sinuous arc.
Her long, beautiful legs, wrapped tight in black stockings, exerted a sudden, powerful force.
Her knees locked precisely and powerfully like two flexible iron shackles.
She clamped inward deathly tight, trapping Jerry's crotch—which had already bulged into a hard, red-hot iron rod from the morning's tension—deep within her warm, tight thigh gap.
"Mmph..."
Even through the layers of expensive fabric, Jerry could clearly feel the staggering heat and the force of her inner thighs.
Ophelia leaned close to his ear, her breathing rapid and moist.
Her voice carried the tease of a rebel he had never heard before: "Then you'd better... be very careful, Junior."
"My mother... she has never been one to play nice..."
She wasn't just warning him with words.
Her rounded, voluptuous buttocks, encased in her tight school robe, ground forcefully against Jerry's crotch, rotating back and forth.
Her soft chestnut hair brushed past Jerry's nose, leaving behind a cold breeze scented with fresh potions.
Then, as if suddenly hit by a wave of rational fear, she released her legs.
She leaped backward nimbly, like a little fox who had successfully stolen a treasure.
Under Jerry's deep gaze, she twisted her swaying, curvy hips and fled toward the tower.
"Don't be late... the first class is Potions!"
Her slightly panicked shout echoed and then vanished at the end of the corridor.
Jerry stood there, looking down at his suit trousers, which were wrinkled from being clamped by her thighs.
His fingertips still held the soft, warm afterglow from her chest.
He lightly flicked the corner of his clothes, the casual smile on his face growing more intense.
"Merlin's beard, Jerry, you are a literal lifesaver."
Malfoy's voice was thick with a nasal tone as he drained a bottle of pale blue potion.
A cool current of mint and Dragon's Blood slid from his throat into his stomach and exploded.
It rapidly dispelled all the fatigue and fog entrenched in his brain.
He let out a long sigh of relief, his platinum-blonde eyes regaining their sharp brilliance.
"I swear, these ancient alchemical runes are more torturous than a hundred Blast-Ended Skrewts."
He rubbed his throbbing temples and lowered his voice, sounding both complaining and boastful.
"To figure out the basic model of the 'Ectoplasmic Inner Circulation,' I only slept three hours last night!"
"You have no idea how... penetrating the snoring of those two idiots, Goyle and Crabbe, really is."
Jerry only smiled, remaining silent.
His gaze fell upon the heavy ancient book spread open before Malfoy.
The pages were densely packed with annotations and deduction formulas written in a very neat, yet stiff hand.
It seemed the young heir of the Malfoy family was truly putting in the work to be "useful" rather than just a lackey.
This drive, born of pride and a refusal to be left behind, was more effective than any lecture.
"But then again!"
Malfoy's spirit was fully restored, and his arrogant Slytherin noble posture returned to him.
He glanced contemptuously at the Gryffindor table from the corner of his eye.
"At least we are studying a truly great art that can change the entire world."
"Unlike those... stupid lions, who spend all day discussing Quidditch and that ridiculous 'courage'."
The heavy oak door of the dungeon classroom slammed shut with a muffled thud.
Eleanora Shafiq, the renowned Potions Master, walked onto the podium with an oppressive stride.
She wore a sharp, black hunting-style robe, a look that stood out aggressively among the traditional staff.
Her dark hair was meticulously coiled behind her head without a single loose strand.
Her cold gaze swept the room like a ruthless queen patrolling her kingdom.
"Put an end to your stupid and illogical chatter!"
Eleanora's voice wasn't loud, but it had a metallic quality that instantly drowned out Malfoy's posturing.
"Today, we are not dealing with introductory tricks like growing tails or removing pimples."
"We are here to explore—'The Resonant Fusion of Will and Magic'."
The classroom became so silent you could hear a pin drop.
Eleanora waved her slender fingers, and a mass of viscous, purple-gold liquid floated above a massive cauldron.
She began to lecture, her speed rapid and her terminology dense.
She seemed completely indifferent as to whether the students could actually keep up with her.
Malfoy's newly found energy began to waver again under the ten-minute bombardment of information.
He took notes mechanically, his nib scratching harshly against the parchment under the pressure.
Jerry sat there, appearing entirely unruffled.
He noticed that while Eleanora lectured, her gaze frequently and secretly swept toward him.
It was a look of fanatical determination, like a hunter locking onto the perfect pelt.
"Now!"
Eleanora suddenly cut her speech short, her wand tracing a complex semi-circle in the air.
"To test the initial tolerance of this batch of mixed potions, all of you, stand up!"
"Break your house ranks and regroup by gender. Each group will receive a small vial of resonance potion."
"This potion will vastly enhance your sensitivity to the flow of magic—what we call 'Hyper-perception'."
The classroom became a mess of moving chairs and tables as the students were left disoriented.
Boys to the left, girls to the right; students from all four houses were mixed together.
During this chaotic transition, Eleanora turned her back and lowered her left hand.
Without even moving her wand, a nearly invisible silver stream of light slid across the floor toward the door.
Click.
The door was locked from the inside and reinforced with a powerful sealing curse.
Jerry caught the moment with his sharp eyes, a meaningful smirk appearing on his lips.
Nevertheless, he remained obediently in the line of boys.
"Drink it!"
Eleanora turned back, her expression flat as if she were asking them to drink morning water.
"One mouthful each. Feel it as it flows through your magic circuits."
Malfoy looked at Jerry, and seeing no objection, took the lead in drinking the small portion of the potion.
As the liquid slid down his throat, the viscous purple potion dispersed the moment it hit his stomach.
Gulp... gulp...
A few seconds later, the sounds of heavy objects hitting the floor and bodies slamming into desks filled the room.
The once-vibrant students' eyes went hollow and blurred before they collapsed one by one.
Malfoy swayed twice, his "Invigoration Draught" useless against the potent sedative.
His head slammed into his alchemy book, and he fell into a deep sleep.
In the entire classroom, no one besides Eleanora was left standing or conscious.
The floor was littered with students, looking like anesthetized specimens awaiting processing.
The air was thick with a faint purple-gold fragrance.
Eleanora ignored the fallen girls.
Her high-heeled boots clicked rhythmically—tap, tap—as she walked toward the Slytherin table.
She stopped directly in front of the figure who was still sitting with a straight, elegant back.
She reached out with her dark leather-gloved hand and brushed the potion residue off the table in front of Jerry.
"The dosage here is enough to drop three adult dragons."
"In the bottle you were given, I specially added 'Mandrake sap' to daze the soul. Of course, that doesn't mean it can knock you out."
Eleanora leaned down, her massive, voluptuous breasts encased in her tight robe nearly pressing against Jerry's shoulder.
A strong body fragrance, a mix of bitter herbs and the seductive musk of a Potions Master, enveloped Jerry.
She gave a low, husky chuckle, her voice dripping with a mocking arrogance and certain victory:
"Mr. Rosier, I don't think there's any need for you to keep pretending to sleep, is there?"
Jerry opened his eyes with a look of resignation and addressed her.
"Professor, is there nothing that could have been said after class?"
"Was it really necessary to go to all this trouble?"
Eleanora didn't bother to straighten up; instead, she pressed down harder on him.
Her heavy, elastic mounds of flesh buckled solidly against Jerry's shoulder.
The soft fabric was stretched to the limit by her ample body, allowing him to feel her rapid, heat-filled pulse.
"Don't misunderstand, my dear student."
Eleanora extended her cold, herb-scented fingertips and stroked Jerry's jawline.
She looked at him as if she were appraising a rare alchemical specimen, her eyes shining with scientific curiosity.
"This is called 'Medusa's Sigh'."
"This potion precisely severs the signals from your brain to your muscles."
"For the next two hours, your body will no longer be yours; it will belong entirely to me, save for your eyes and tongue."
"I don't want your little pride or restless struggling to disrupt the causal chain during the critical 'bloodline extraction'."
Eleanora's tone was composed, carrying the arrogance of a scholar used to being in control.
However, she didn't realize that as the cold paralysis swept through Jerry, a trace ingredient in the potion was acting as a catalyst.
It acted like a red-hot poisonous needle, stabbing into the undigested remnants of the "Beast Transformation Potion" deep in Jerry's spine.
Thump... Thump... Thump...
Because of the stiffness of his body, Jerry's heartbeat became slow and heavy, like a hammer hitting his chest.
The primal, wild desires that had been dormant were now being "trapped" by the paralysis, ramming madly against the interior of his petrified shell.
Jerry maintained a forced look of calm, but deep within his black pupils, they were silently shifting into vertical slits.
An aggressive, blood-red heat rose from his tailbone.
A brutal, primitive beast-instinct was roaring in his veins, wanting to tear the soft arrogance before him into pieces.
Eleanora remained confident in her victory.
She let out a soft moan and actively unbuttoned the front of Jerry's shirt.
"This is the first step of the experiment, Rosier..."
She buried her head in the hollow of Jerry's neck, breathing in the scent of herbs and male heat.
She had no idea she was leaning over the edge of a volcano about to explode.
Eleanora stood up but didn't move away; instead, she sat directly on the long wooden desk in front of Jerry.
This posture caused her tight robes to stretch to an extreme tension over her body.
She crossed one long leg over the other, her thighs wrapped in tight, elastic black stockings trembling right under Jerry's eyes.
Her body was that of a Potions Master who had spent years in the presence of fire and herbs—full, moist, and ripe like a juicy peach.
[Ding! System Mission Activated: Eleanora's Experiment]
Mission Objective: Enable Eleanora to obtain an offspring with elite talent.
Mission Reward: Family Prestige +1500, Advanced Potions Knowledge Base Unlocked, Legendary Potion Recipe: "Bloodline Echo" x1.
Failure Penalty: Random removal of one existing talent/ability, and reputation with the Shafiq family drops to "Hate."
The cold system prompt echoed in Jerry's mind, a stark contrast to the erotic scene before him.
"You want a child, Professor?"
Jerry lowered his voice, his tone carrying a weight and aggression that didn't match his appearance.
His gaze swept over her cold, serious face and her changing pupils.
Eleanora's body gave a slight shiver.
She laughed softly and then snapped her fingers.
The air in the dungeon became sweet and suffocating under the influence of some forbidden potion.
Eleanora Shafiq straightened her back, her massive chest heaving under her tight leather gear.
With a flick of her hand, the space beside the desk twisted violently.
A pitch-black wooden chest, radiating an ancient aura of death, appeared out of nowhere, standing as tall as a man.
"Open your eyes wide, Jerry," Eleanora sneered, her fingers rubbing the runes on the chest.
With a heavy click, the doors swung open, and the scent of the sea and heavy perfume from the mythic age poured out.
A woman stepped mechanically out of the chest.
She was barefoot, draped in layers of transparent white gauze—a classic Ancient Greek Doric chiton held together by golden threads at the waist and shoulders.
Her face was divinely beautiful, every curve a masterpiece of marble.
Yet her gem-like eyes were hollow, and a trickle of saliva escaped her lips due to the continuous infusion of potions.
"Aphrodite, the Goddess of Love!"
Eleanora walked up to Jerry, explaining with a sense of twisted pleasure.
"You must be wondering why the wizarding world and the False Gods are at war?"
"Look at her. Ophelia's father wasn't ambushed by bad luck."
"Months ago, he led his family's 'private army' across the forbidden line and slaughtered her demigod guards just to kidnap this 'Goddess'."
"I spent half a month washing away her divinity with forbidden potions. Now, she is just a 'primordial culture bed' with immense restorative power."
"And I intend to use your bloodline to sow a seed in this False Goddess that will dominate the future."
Jerry raised an eyebrow at this.
His belt was yanked open, and his massive cock—entirely out of proportion with his boyish frame—leaped out like a violent red dragon.
Since he hadn't washed since the previous night, the meat blade, seasoned by the fluids of various witches, gave off a heavy male musk and a faint scent of urine, creating an oppressive odor.
"Dumbledore wouldn't approve of this 'extracurricular demonstration'," Jerry teased.
His body was paralyzed, so he could only let his heavy balls hang and sway between his legs.
Eleanora roared with misty eyes: "Wake up, my students!"
She tapped her wand, and Pansy, Hannah, Hermione, and Liliana—who were scattered around—showed a faint, hollow light in their eyes.
It was only a partial awakening based on physical instinct.
"How did you know?" Jerry asked, frowning slightly.
Eleanora ran a long finger, painted with deep purple polish, over her nose and traced a teasing line across her face.
She tilted her head, letting her thick dark hair fall onto Jerry's knees.
A potent, mature medicinal scent, carrying an aphrodisiac magic, filled the cold dungeon.
"Mr. Rosier!" she laughed, her voice husky and cunning.
"You have to realize, a top-tier Potions Master can smell a unicorn mating from two hundred miles away."
The girls were led by invisible threads, crawling half-awake to Jerry's feet.
Eleanora roughly grabbed Pansy's chin and pushed her nose into the folds of Jerry's skin.
"Pansy, smell this. This is the scent of life and potion talent at its peak."
"As potion makers, you must learn to judge vitality from the most primal scents."
"Mmm..." Pansy's throat made a thick sound.
Even in her trance, Jerry's intense, salty-musk scent caused her face to flush instantly.
Her small nose twitched as she inhaled the hormones that numbed her brain.
She instinctively extended her tongue and licked the red, swollen head of Jerry's cock, tasting the thick, salty pre-cum that tasted of magic and heat.
Meanwhile, Liliana and Hannah knelt on either side, kneading Jerry's heavy balls as if they were precious medicinal ingredients.
Their soft palms rubbed against his sweaty, tight skin, creating a wet, squelching sound.
"Determine the size... feel the frequency of the pulse..." Eleanora commanded.
"Just like this..." she taught, her voice devoid of dignity. "Smell the musk at the base; that's where the magic is most concentrated."
Then, Eleanora stripped off her own sweat-soaked silk stockings and pulled them over Jerry's throbbing, massive spear.
She pulled them tight, nearly tearing the fabric.
"Look at Miss Granger!" Eleanora pointed at Hermione. "She is the best among you."
Hermione, indeed, showed incredible "professionalism" in her trance.
Her eyes were shut, but her nostrils were flaring wildly as she caught Jerry's unique scent.
She took the golden essence oil Eleanora had prepared and coated her small hands in it.
The cold, slippery liquid dripped onto Jerry's engorged, purple-red balls.
Squelch... squelch...
Hermione wasn't just massaging; she was using the pressure of her palms to relieve the ache deep in Jerry's balls.
Jerry let out a muddy groan as the heavy orbs collided with a dull thud under her touch.
Then, a breathtaking sight followed.
Hermione didn't just use her hands; she used her warm, bare feet.
Under the table, guided by magic, she tilted her head back and hooked her feet around Jerry's thighs.
Her round toes kneaded and stepped on the wrinkled skin of his balls.
Her soft, oil-slicked soles ground fiercely over the two "giant bombs" of life energy.
"Mmh... damn it... Hermione..."
Jerry's spine went rigid as the pain and extreme pleasure exploded in his mind.
Hermione's toes were wet with Jerry's sweat as she pressed her heels into his perineum, helping the "essence" from deep within to surge upward.
"Now! Put it on!" Eleanora cried out.
Hermione's face was flushed with a primal shame.
She stripped off her unwashed, knee-high socks, which carried a faint girl-scent and the saltiness of exercise.
She treated his cock like a precious wand, stretching the sock over his massive meat-pillar inch by inch.
When the sock was tied at the base, Jerry's cock was a dark purple, constricted iron rod.
"Give it to me... come out!" Eleanora commanded, a pink glow in her hand.
Under the pressure of Hermione's feet and hands and Eleanora's words, Jerry reached his limit.
His balls convulsed, and his essence broke through the constraints, erupting wildly into the tight stocking!
Rumble...
A muffled, thundering sound of thick liquid spraying into the closed space rang out.
The tip of the sock bulged with the force as the white essence soaked through the black fabric and flowed over Hermione's feet, wetting the podium.
Eleanora let out a satisfied laugh.
But the laughter didn't last long.
As she leaned down to collect the "materials," she realized something was very wrong with Jerry.
"Do you like to laugh?"
The black stocking on Jerry's massive cock was now stretched semi-transparent by the thick, inhuman amount of cum inside it.
Jerry completely ignored the droplets of "research material" dripping from Hermione's soles. Instead, he let out a low growl like an ancient beast and stood up abruptly.
With a crushing sense of oppression, he instantly pinned the originally victorious Eleanora forcefully amidst the pile of cold, clinking potion instruments on the podium.
"Jer... Jerry?
What are you doing!
Why isn't the potion working?
I haven't prepared the causal chain for the injection..."
The manic laughter on Eleanora's face froze in that instant, replaced by an unprecedented panic.
Eleanora, a Potions Master who roamed the wizarding world freely and even dared to violate Ministry bans privately.
At this moment, she actually felt a death threat of a superior predator from this boy she originally regarded as an "excellent culture dish."
Jerry didn't waste any words. He roughly tore apart Eleanora's expensive robe imbued with various protective charms.
That fabric, sufficient to withstand high-level magic, cracked like fragile straw paper under Jerry's hands at this moment.
Jerry thrust forward that thick, hideous, and terrifying meat pillar still covered in several layers of cold, damp, salty-fishy stockings. Without any foreplay, carrying a brutality to pierce through everything, he slammed fiercely into Eleanora's mysterious valley, which had long become muddy due to the potion and her arrogance.
Squelch!
A sticky, cracking sound, extremely loud, like a rubber ball being rubbed violently in cold water and instantly stuffed with a heavy object, instantly drowned out all noise in the dungeon.
"Ahhhhhhh!"
Eleanora's delicate body trembled violently. Her exquisite dark long hair swept across the table, smashing a whole row of crystal test tubes.
Although her skeletal frame had undergone extremely expensive "Alchemical Mithril" modification, with toughness sufficient to withstand a troll's frontal collision, facing Jerry who was transformed into this inhuman scale by the Beast Transformation Potion at this moment, this violent internal expansion made her feel as if her internal organs were forcibly churned by a red-hot iron rod.
Especially Jerry's massive head.
Wrapped in those layers of stockings of different textures, the friction was weirdly magnified dozens of times.
With every inch of entry and exit, those rough fabrics left crazy burning marks on her scalding inner walls.
And near that fist-sized swollen head, several sharp, serrated spikes protruding due to bloodline awakening acted like hidden engraving knives under the cover of stockings. Every impact precisely swept across Eleanora's most sensitive and hidden nerve plexus inside.
Since Jerry was only half the height of an ordinary adult at this moment, this visual impact of a "small horse pulling a big cart" became extremely shocking.
His hip bone, heavy as iron and covered with veins, slammed fiercely against Eleanora's wide, generous, and extremely fleshy buttocks, making bursts of dull slap, slap, slap sounds of flesh colliding.
Eleanora's original cold, calm demeanor of a high-level intellectual collapsed completely under the violent impact of less than a minute.
Her ice-like pupils began to dilate. Due to extreme pain and that forbidden pleasure hitting her whole body like a tsunami, her brain fell into a crazy overload.
Saliva flowed undignifiedly from the corner of her mouth onto the podium. Her eyes rolled up, exposing large whites. The once insufferably arrogant Potions Master turned into a broken doll under Jerry, only able to emit miserable sounds with the rhythm of the impact.
Squelch... squelch... creak...
A large amount of body fluid mixed with the oil left by Hermione was brought out in that crazy trajectory of entry and exit under the "filtration" and "boost" of layers of stockings. Due to the high heat of friction, it even faintly emitted a mist carrying a fishy stench and sweet magical power.
Meanwhile, in that pale purple mist, Pansy, Hannah, and Liliana, three girls in a semi-hypnotic state, were also attracted by this primitive and violent mating wave.
Like puppets attracted by a magnet, they climbed onto the podium, assisting in this complete conquest of Eleanora.
Pansy extended her delicate small hands, trembling from excessive excitement, and deathly gripped Eleanora's huge breasts, which were shaking violently like wild white sails due to the impact and almost flying out, leaving bloody scratches on that snow-white skin with her nails.
Hannah knelt beside Eleanora's head. Her face, emotionless due to hypnosis yet revealing evil charm, actually reached out to clasp Eleanora's painfully gasping lips, stuffing various shredded fabric pieces carrying Jerry's fishy-hot breath into them.
And Hermione, her tender soles covered in warm oil, precisely found the bottom of Jerry's violently shaking, scalding stone-like egg balls.
She assisted Jerry in exerting force, using that pair of soles to rub and trample madly at the muddy junction between Jerry and Eleanora.
In the dungeon classroom, an extremely strong fishy smell of heather intertwined with the sweet fragrance evaporated from various precious potions, forming a nearly tangible pink mist.
Jerry's savage collision like an abyss beast not only completely shattered Eleanora's last reserve as a Potions Master but also set off a magnetic storm of carnal desire in this enclosed space.
That male hormone almost solidifying the air was like invisible hooks, instantly connecting to "Aphrodite," the "Goddess of Love" imprisoned by the black wooden chest with originally dull eyes.
This "Goddess of Love," whose body was originally suppressed by drugs, suddenly spasmed violently.
On her delicate body carved like white jade, every pore began to ooze crystal sweat beads carrying a strange fragrance.
That was an inducing pheromone unique to the Goddess of Love, enough to make any species in estrus fall into madness instantly.
Aphrodite raised her head, a red light of craving actually appeared in her empty eyes. Her legs crossed and rubbed weakly. Because the water sound from Jerry's side was too violent, her originally dry valley actually spurted a large puddle of viscous transparent juice like a spring under the infection of that breath named "Jerry," wetting that thin-as-cicada-wing ancient Greek pleated skirt.
Meanwhile, separated by several thick stone walls reinforced with magic, in the Combat Class office on the third floor.
"Hera," the "Queen of Heaven" disguised as the serious Professor Hess, was originally coldly correcting a Ravenclaw student's spellcasting posture.
Suddenly, her spine stiffened abruptly. An unprecedented electric current rushed from her spine straight to the top of her skull.
As the "Queen of Heaven," she had a near-telepathic intuition for that kind of high-purity and extremely aggressive bloodline seed.
That was Aphrodite's scent.
That rough, primitive, destructive aura capable of making even gods tremble was hitting her senses precisely across heavy obstacles.
"Class suspended, self-study!"
Hera almost squeezed this sentence out through her teeth.
She turned her head abruptly, eyes full of unbelievable heat.
Hera lifted her robe, disregarding maintaining that rigorous mask, walked quickly down the stairs, following that骚 smelly scent almost burning in the air, all the way to the dark dungeon.
Hera didn't push the door but used the authority of a deity to press her body against the cold stone door.
Through that crack in the door knocked crooked by Jerry's brute force, she saw a scene that made her scalp numb but her legs completely wet and soft.
That bastard boy, face iron-green, was nailing the insufferably arrogant Potions Master Eleanora firmly to the podium like a beast.
Jerry's meat blade, massive to the point of being comical and thick as a wooden stake, wrapped in several layers of wet stockings, was pistonning madly in Eleanora's crotch, which appeared wide and thick due to Mithril modification. Every entry and exit brought out large amounts of white foam filtered by the stockings, mixed with Eleanora's desperate and high-pitched screams, echoing in the dungeon.
"It's this... damn little animal again."
Hera pressed against the door crack, an extremely twisted expression mixed with jealousy and lust appearing on that breathtakingly beautiful face.
"Mmh... mmph..."
Hera's hand slid down uncontrollably along her black cloak.
Standing in the deserted, cold corridor, her slender fingertips reached directly into the edge of her panties.
Driven by the strong desire aroused by Jerry, this "Queen of Heaven" actually began to masturbate publicly outside the classroom door.
Hera's hand pressed frantically on her already fully engorged and protruding clitoris, legs closed tight, letting the tight lining rub repeatedly against her private parts.
Whenever Eleanora inside the door emitted a broken cry due to Jerry's impact, Hera would tremble violently along with it, the movements of her hands becoming more frantic, not even caring that the rough texture on the stone door scraped her back painfully.
Meanwhile, the battle inside the dungeon had entered the final white-hot stage.
Jerry's eyes were completely crimson. The stockings originally serving as protection were now almost melted by that terrifying heat.
Eleanora looked like wreckage smashed by a huge wave, eyes rolled back, only sticky sounds of squelch, squelch—the deepest soft flesh being pierced—emitting from her throat occasionally.
"Hah...!"
Jerry pressed down violently on Eleanora's huge, bruised breasts. The pair of egg balls in his crotch, swollen like small sandbags due to the "Beast Transformation Potion" working violently, emitted a violent spasm.
"Rumble rumble!"
That was simply no longer a biological excretion; it was more like heavy machinery discharging boiling oil.
A large amount of thick, pure white essence carrying scorching magical fluctuations spurted out radially along the veins of the stockings squeezed to the limit, completely filling Eleanora's already muddy inner walls. The overflowing juice even sprayed onto the cauldron rack on the ceiling due to pressure, and then, due to Jerry's violent withdrawal action, brought out a long string of sticky, silk-like suspension capable of connecting several meters.
At this moment.
Hermione, who was in a semi-hypnotic state, was replaced by a near-morbid extreme craving.
Hermione roughly pushed away Pansy, who was sucking on Eleanora's breast. Her feet stepped firmly on the edge of the podium. Those small feet, still coated with oil and extremely slippery, inserted directly between the gap of Jerry's thighs, as if declaring sovereignty.
Then, she extended her small hands, pale from clenching due to nervousness, and stroked Jerry's terrifying meat pillar, which was still spitting water, with extreme calmness, even a hint of greed.
"Since it's an experiment... we can't waste a single drop of active material."
Hermione's voice was hoarse to the extreme, carrying an unquestionable madness.
Her hand locked tight at the tiger's mouth, starting from the root of the meat-root, following those thick veins, along with the wrapped stocking fabric, stroking upward forcefully.
"Squelch... hiss..."
Because the stocking was full of fresh body fluid carrying high temperature, this raw stroking caused a harsh friction sound between the fabric of the stocking and the coronal groove on Jerry's meat blade.
Provoked by this sudden action, Jerry let out a muffled grunt, those beast pupils staring dead at the brown-haired girl in front of him.
Hermione was completely fearless.
She suddenly thrust a high-grade heat-resistant test tube cup, thick as an adult's arm and prepared long ago, right under Jerry's still-beating tip.
Then, she used both hands.
Those hands that used to flip books quietly in the library now twisted the stocking wrapped with Jerry's essence with extreme force.
Like wringing a towel, she twisted hard.
Splatter! Gurgle... gurgle...
A large amount of scalding, viscous milky-white slurry squeezed out by the stocking fibers poured into the transparent test tube cup in one go due to this cruel "wringing" action.
Because the quantity was too large, it actually made a sound like a boiling spring gushing out.
A full liter of essence emitted a strong radiative fishy stench enough to make ordinary people go mad and lose their minds instantly.
Hermione held that heavy test tube cup still steaming with heat in both hands, looking at the white colloid inside still bubbling due to excessively high activity, an extremely weird satisfaction rising on her face due to highly unified desire.
Hermione first lowered her head, burying her high nose bridge deep into the edge of that viscous slurry carrying a triple extreme sensory collision of "musky, salty, hot," taking a deep breath.
"This is... the ladder of life for all things."
Amidst Hera's desperately suppressed moans outside the door, amidst Eleanora's trembling spasms due to loss of mind on the podium.
Hermione raised her head, her slender neck presenting a breathtaking arc due to exertion.
Gulp!
Facing that cup filled with the violent body fluid Jerry just wrung from the stocking, carrying the residual body temperature and sweat of multiple witches, Hermione gulped it down in big mouthfuls.
That viscous liquid was simply too much, flowing down the corners of her mouth, down her snow-white school uniform collar. The originally neat Hermione, at this moment, had her upper body completely soaked with white liquid traces.
A large amount of essence slid down her throat.
"Hah...!"
Hermione smashed the empty test tube cup to the ground violently. Her originally rational eyes were completely filled with a layer of wild gold-red sparks.
She stepped onto the podium desperately, pushed away Eleanora who was already under Jerry, and stared dead at Jerry's weapon, massive enough to make all witches despair, with those eyes still dripping white liquid.
"Continue... Jerry!
The highest score here... I want everything of yours!"
Just as Hermione's pupils, turned crimson from drinking high-concentration life essence, reflected Jerry's huge object—still hideous, hanging with shredded stockings and viscous liquid—the black oak door of the dungeon, locked by a powerful Sealing Charm, opened creakily without wind.
A slender figure emitting the cold majesty of a deity walked in slowly.
The visitor was Hera, disguised as Professor Hess.
Her originally meticulous black robe appeared somewhat messy at this moment, with a few unidentified wet marks on the hem.
On her peerlessly beautiful face that always maintained absolute calm and arrogance, two patches of unnatural flush had not yet completely faded. The corners of her eyes and brows carried a trace of contradictory charm—just satisfied, yet extremely thirsty.
"Enough, Miss Granger."
Hera's voice was plain as water but carried an unquestionable command belonging to a superior.
She didn't even use her wand; she just snapped her fingers elegantly and understatedly in the air with her bare hand.
Snap.
A crisp sound, almost inaudible.
That sound was like an invisible mental shockwave sweeping through the entire dungeon instantly.
Hermione, who was preparing to swallow Jerry's terrifying giant object into her body desperately, stiffened violently. The wild gold-red flame in her eyes extinguished instantly. Like a puppet with cut strings, she slid limply from the podium, landing on Pansy's body, falling into a deeper coma than before.
Not just her; Pansy, Hannah, Liliana scattered around the podium, including the Potions Master Eleanora who was still twitching constantly and foaming at the mouth, and "Goddess of Love" Aphrodite in the corner who was moved by desire and rubbing her body constantly against the black wooden chest—all lost all consciousness and physiological activity completely in this instant.
The entire dungeon transformed instantly from a lewd purgatory filled with water sounds, panting, and sounds of flesh collision into a dead silent wax museum filled with the residual warmth of desire.
Only Jerry, the boy still sitting on the edge of the podium with that giant object between his legs still throbbing slightly due to afterglow, remained awake.
The fury brought by the Beast Transformation Potion was slowly fading, but that organ catalyzed to an inhuman level by divinity and drug power showed no sign of shrinking.
"It seems I missed a wonderful 'teaching experiment'."
Hera walked with silent, cat-like steps, bypassing the girls' bodies lying in disorder on the ground.
Her high-heeled boots stepped on the sticky floor mixed with oil, sweat, body fluids, and potions, making squelch, squelch sounds that would make one blush.
She finally stopped in front of Jerry, looking down at him scrutinizingly, her gaze lingering on that unreasonably large meat pillar for fully a dozen seconds.
"You want to take her away?"
Jerry's voice returned to its usual flatness. He lifted his chin, indicating the perfect "Shell of God" in the corner.
"Take her away?"
Hera seemed to have heard a joke, the corner of her mouth hooking into a sarcastic arc. "This bitch whose godhead was defiled by mortal potions has long lost the qualification to return to Olympus.
Moreover, letting her return is just asking for trouble for myself..."
The atmosphere in the dungeon became extremely eerie in this instant. The primitive violence originally filling this place seemed forcibly frozen by Hera's abruptly stopped tone.
Hera was originally mocking that shell known as the "Goddess of Love," but when her peripheral vision swept over Jerry's still cold and rippleless pupils, the intuition of a deity made her feel a certain sense of violation.
Hera turned her head slowly. On that face beautiful beyond the mortal world, that sarcastic smile hadn't completely faded but froze at the corner of her eye.
She scrutinized the boy before her, who only had extremely ridiculous and lewd remnants hanging between his legs, asking word by word: "Mr. Rosier, I think we seem to have missed an opening line.
Since when did you start discovering that under this skin sits... me?"
Jerry didn't answer. He didn't even adjust his posture sitting on the podium.
Having just experienced an inhuman vent, he simply looked at Hera calmly. The boyish greenness in his eyes was long gone, replaced by a bottomless indifference bordering on divinity.
"Silence is not the attitude a gentleman should have."
Hera smiled and shook her head, her golden long hair sweeping over her slightly messy shoulders.
In this instant, deep in her emerald eyes, a chilling killing intent sufficient to turn the entire dungeon into powder instantly exploded!
That was the majesty belonging to the Queen of Olympus. In that instant, Jerry could even feel the magic factors in the air trembling and shattering in horror.
That killing intent stabbed toward Jerry's throat like a knife cut, even raising fine goosebumps on the skin of his neck.
However, Jerry remained motionless, not even an eyelash trembling.
This near-deadly calm caused the violence in Hera's heart to jam suddenly the moment it climbed to the peak.
Subsequently, that killing intent disappeared as abruptly as it appeared.
Hera revealed that lazy and charming smile again, only this time it smiled with more danger.
"Don't want to say?
True, secrets are only valuable when held in hand."
Hera twisted her waist, approaching Jerry one step closer again. Her high heels stepped on the floor with sticky bloodline essence, making a tooth-chilling grinding sound. "That 'Hess' who should have appeared here has long become fertilizer in my temple garden.
Jerry, you surprise me.
Do you know?
The last human who dared to look at me with this kind of eyes, and even completed that kind of 'blasphemous act' with me, has already been turned into charcoal by Zeus.
But you are different. That stench yet charming ambition on you makes me look forward to it!
So, you should be grateful.
In this world, originally only the dead can keep secrets."
She leaned down. Those magnificent breasts that couldn't be completely hidden even by the black cloak, carrying a cold fragrance, almost pressed onto Jerry's face.
"Let's make a deal, Jerry Rosier."
Hera's fingertip gently slid across Jerry's cheek, her voice lowered to a level only the two could hear. "I don't want this 'Goddess of Love' anymore.
I can even help you cover up everything that happened here today, including making this Ms. Shafiq and her good students treat this memory as a nightmare about Potions class.
But, you must promise me—swear by your bloodline, to imprison Aphrodite in this plane forever, absolutely never allowing her to step on the road back to the Divine Realm again.
I don't want to see this face that makes me sick at any divine banquet ever again."
Jerry looked at the flash of jealousy and malice belonging to a woman in her eyes and smiled.
"Deal."
The moment the promise was obtained, Hera's tense, pretentiously majestic face finally relaxed completely.
Replaced by an undisguised primitive desire carrying strong aggression. She no longer played the rigid Professor Hess but displayed the truest nature of Queen Hera.
She didn't say another word but knelt on one knee before Jerry extremely naturally, even with a hint of pilgrimage-like piety.
This action caused the hem of her wide robe to spread on the sticky floor like a sacrificial offering.
Hera raised her head. Those eyes of a deity overlooking sentient beings were now like the most starved believer, staring dead at Jerry's huge meat blade still slowly dripping turbid liquid and reeking of musk.
She didn't use her hands but directly lowered that noble head.
She leaned in close, her high nose bridge rubbing gently against the surface of that thick meat pillar covered in veins, and then opened those red lips that always uttered oracles.
Squelch... hiss!
Hera's action was extremely domineering and full of skill.
She didn't suck, but wrapped her lips around Jerry's red and swollen tip, still opening and closing slightly like a living thing breathing, and then used all her lung capacity to inhale sharply inward.
A powerful negative pressure formed instantly.
The essence remaining deep inside—the most concentrated, scalding viscous slurry carrying the residue of the Beast Transformation Potion—was forcibly pulled out from the deepest part by this merciless suck, making a loud pop sound like pulling a wooden stake out of a deep swamp.
"Mmh...!"
Jerry's waist thrust forward abruptly, that giant object smashing hard against Hera's cheek.
Hera didn't care at all; she even enjoyed this roughness.
Hera, like tasting the finest red wine, held that small mouthful of essence concentrated to the extreme in her mouth, her Adam's apple rolling, swallowing slowly, an expression of extreme satiety appearing on her face.
"Mmh... the taste is indeed not bad." Hera raised her head, a crystal white thread still hanging from the corner of her mouth, evaluating with misty eyes: "Much more 'kick' than Ambrosia."
With that, Hera lowered her head again.
This time, her target was the ring of fine, sharp bone spikes like shark teeth protruding from the edge of the coronal groove on Jerry's part due to the Beast Transformation Potion losing control.
These bone spikes were the culprits that made Eleanora suffer just now.
Hera extended her warm and soft tongue.
That nimble tongue tip, like the most precise instrument, began to lick one by one, extremely carefully, on that ring of hideous bone spikes.
Hiss... slurp...
A magical scene occurred.
Hera's saliva seemed to be some sacred catalyst. Whenever her tongue tip wrapped and circled around those rough, sharp bone spikes, bringing out bursts of tooth-aching friction sounds, those originally diamond-hard spikes actually began to soften, melt, and become rounded visible to the naked eye.
Her tongue drilled and hooked nimbly in that wrinkled coronal groove, licking every spike until it was incredibly smooth.
That feeling was like polishing the roughest weapon with the highest-grade sandpaper and divine oil.
Jerry only felt his organ, originally brutal due to beast transformation, gradually fading its harmful edge under this divine "soothing." Although the size remained terrifying, the surface became as soft as warm jade.
"Done."
Hera straightened up, wiping the corner of her mouth. Her oral cavity was full of Jerry's domineering fishy musk, but her expression was like she had just enjoyed a fine meal.
"Now, at least it won't break your... toys when 'in use'."
Hera stood up, taking a final look at the mess on the floor, as well as Eleanora who was completely broken by Jerry, and even the 'Goddess of Love' Aphrodite who had also fallen into a coma nearby. There was no sympathy in her eyes, but a flash of pleasure instead.
"Remember your promise, Rosier."