The secrecy runes in the hidden compartment blinked faster and faster.
The cold fluorescent light pierced through the cracks in the ebony cover, casting several glaring horizontal bars onto Liliana's retinas, which had already adjusted to the dark.
Liliana, who had closed her eyes and was preparing to drift off to sleep, felt her eyelids flutter.
In that dancing light, her golden-brown eyes were filled with a mix of pleasant surprise and helplessness.
She could feel Alicia, pressed tightly against her back, mumble something in her sleep.
That soft, heavy, elastic pressure shifted restlessly a few inches in her slumber.
Alicia's excessively developed and weighty chest almost completely enveloped Liliana in her naked sleeping posture.
The warm, damp touch of her skin seeped through the fabric of the pajamas without reservation.
"...Damn it."
Liliana cursed inwardly.
She had to handle that blasted communication request without waking this "adult koala."
With great effort, her left hand extracted itself from the gap between Alicia's long legs, which felt as if they had grown onto her hip bones.
Her fingertips hooked the edge of the hidden compartment, fumbled for the mechanism, and gave it a light press.
A soft click sounded exceptionally abrupt in the dead of night.
Liliana held her breath until the Alicia behind her let out a long, steady snore before she dared to completely pull open the cover.
On the ebony two-way mirror, Jerry's face, bearing a trace of a cynical smile, floated amidst an illusory silver mist.
The background seemed to be a dim room as well, but his eyes glinted with the specific, eerie light of a predator in the fluorescence emitted by the mirror.
Liliana gritted her teeth and ran her fingertip over the silencing rune on the edge of the mirror to ensure no sound would leak into the air.
The moment Liliana's fingertip moved away from the silencing rune, the mirror in the hidden compartment went black.
Not the black of a disconnected call, but the black of a light source shifting away from the mirror surface.
Before she even had time to curse out loud, a sliver of silver light leaked from beneath the door of the innermost stall in the washroom.
The light drew a long, thin, bright strip across the floor tiles, and at the end of that bright strip stood a pair of boy's feet.
Liliana walked over barefoot, the soles of her feet pressing against the icy flagstones, every step making her toes curl.
She pushed open the stall door.
Jerry was leaning against the water tank, the silver light of the magic mirror peeling his silhouette from the darkness.
The collar of his school robe hung open, the lines of his collarbones appearing far more rugged in the cold light than his actual age suggested.
"How on earth did you get in here? This is the Ministry of Magic's witches' dormitory area."
"The access control runes are the version from three years ago. I can get past them with a piece of iron wire."
"...You carry iron wire on you?"
"It's just a metaphor!"
Liliana's back pressed against the side wall of the stall.
The chill of the tiles seeped into her skin through her knitted cardigan; she gave a small shiver and her shoulders hunched.
Jerry's hand was already on her waist.
The heat of his palm burned into her waist dimple through the thin fabric of the cardigan.
The pads of his five fingers pressed against the curve of her side, his thumb grinding over the position of her lowest rib.
"Your hands are cold."
"No they aren't."
Jerry's other hand pinched her chin, his thumb and index finger gripping the point of her chin to turn her face straight.
"What?
So nervous your teeth are chattering?"
"Hmph! What do you think!"
Liliana's ears wouldn't stop twitching.
Jerry didn't answer; he lowered his head and kissed her.
The angle of his lips was a bit skewed, brushing against the corner of Liliana's mouth.
He adjusted, his nose grinding past the side of her nose, and his lips realigned with their target.
His lower lip took her upper lip into his mouth, his tongue-tip squeezing through the gap in her lips to touch her front teeth.
Liliana kept her teeth clenched, not giving way.
Jerry's thumb pressed into her waist dimple—the force wasn't great, but the placement was precise, pressing exactly on that ticklish spot on her side.
Her abdominal muscles contracted reflexively for a beat, her teeth parting a gap for half a second, and his tongue-tip took advantage of that half-second to slide in.
The caramel flavor of toffee.
"Sneaking snacks before bed again!"
"Couldn't resist..."
Liliana's fingers gripped the collar of Jerry's school robe, her knuckles hooking the fabric and pulling him toward her.
Jerry's body was yanked forward two inches, his chest pressing against hers.
The distance between them was compressed until only the thickness of their clothes remained.
The stall was too narrow.
Jerry's shoulder bumped into the left wall, and the back of Liliana's head knocked against the water pipe on the right.
The muffled thump was amplified twice over in the echoes of the tiles.
"Hiss..."
"Did you hit your head?"
"Mmh, it really hurts."
Jerry's hand moved from her waist to the back of her head, his palm cushioning the space between her hair and the water pipe.
His fingers threaded into her golden-brown hair, his pads rubbing the spot where the back of her head had bumped.
Liliana's head leaned back into his palm.
The curve of her neck drew a long line from her chin to her collarbones in the dim light.
Jerry's lips moved from the corner of her mouth, brushing down along her jawline.
He paused at her earlobe, his hot breath drilling into her auricle.
"Does your sister sleep deeply?"
"Very!
I just shoved a sandbox model into her arms for her to hug; she's probably dreaming about commanding the Battle of Waterloo right now."
"Then how much time do we have?"
"Depends on when she realizes she's not hugging me. Under normal circumstances..."
Footsteps sounded in the corridor.
Bare feet stepping on flagstones—patter, patter—footsteps completely devoid of rhythm, accompanied by a nasal, coyly foolish call.
"Lily?"
Liliana's pupils contracted sharply.
Jerry's reaction was faster than hers.
His hand withdrew from the back of Liliana's head.
He turned and scanned the internal structure of the stall, his gaze landing on the wall behind the water tank.
The Ministry of Magic's old building was full of maintenance crawl spaces.
The lower half of the wall behind the washroom water tank had a removable access panel.
There was a finger-wide gap between the edge of the panel and the wall, through which the draft from the pipe shafts leaked.
Jerry's fingers hooked the edge of the panel and pulled outward.
With a click, the panel detached, revealing a pipe maintenance space behind it just large enough to accommodate a teenage boy's body.
Several copper water pipes coiled within the space, condensation beading on the pipe walls.
He squeezed inside sideways, his shoulder scraping against the pipe wall.
The hem of his school robe snagged on a joint of the copper pipe.
He gave it a yank, tearing the fabric free from the joint, and Liliana pushed the panel back into place.
It slotted into the grooves with a click.
And then, she saw the hole.
In the upper-middle section of the panel, that coin-sized circular hole was now completely filled.
No, to be precise, it had been forcibly stretched open.
Because the hole was narrow, it was choked to the point that the front end was engorged and swollen, the massive head poking out from this side of the wooden board like a fully ripe purple mushroom.
The scalding temperature could be felt even across the air.
The tip opened and closed slightly, overflowing with a drop of transparent, viscous clear liquid.
Liliana's breathing instantly grew heavy.
"Jerry, put it away quickly!"
She knelt on the floor tiles, the hem of her knitted cardigan trailing in the icy puddles.
The size was astonishingly large.
The bulging veins on the shaft throbbed in the dim light; she could even hear the thump-thump of the blood rushing inside.
From the other side of the wall came Jerry's deliberately lowered voice, carrying a wicked, smiling tone.
"No way!
It's your fault for seducing it out!
Now, it's hungry!"
Liliana bit her lower lip, a layer of mist rising in her golden-brown eyes.
Her knees shuffled forward two inches, her cheek drawing close to that thick, long spear suspended in mid-air.
Hot air blasted against the tip of her nose, carrying a strong, highly aggressive male musky scent.
Sticking out her tongue, the tender pink tip carefully licked that drop of transparent mucus on the head.
Slurp.
The mucus was curled into her mouth, carrying a faint salty-musky taste.
Liliana's throat swallowed, and then she parted her small mouth slightly, taking in that bizarre thing that was a size larger than her mouth.
"Mmh... glug..."
The inner lining of her oral cavity instantly wrapped around the scalding shaft.
Liliana closed her eyes, her head bobbing back and forth, working hard to swallow and spit.
Sloppy water sounds echoed in the stall.
Her tongue-tip secreted copious amounts of saliva, wetting the front end of that rough meat-pillar.
Her lips pressed tightly against the edge of the wooden board; every time she retreated, she pulled a long, glistening silver thread.
Sluuuurp... smack... smack, smack...
The sound of flesh rubbing and the sound of drool churning mixed together.
The faucet in the stall was still running with a splash-splash, but it completely failed to cover up these sounds that were lewd to the extreme.
Jerry coordinated with her rhythm from his side of the wall, his crotch giving small thrusts forward.
With every attack, the thick sex toy would plunge deeper into the depths of Liliana's throat, forcing her to let out urgh-urgh dry heaves.
"Yes, just like that, swallow deeper."
Jerry's voice penetrated the cracks in the wooden boards, low and raspy.
Just as Liliana was being thrust into so hard that tears sprang from the corners of her eyes and her small mouth was stuffed completely full, the footsteps in the corridor suddenly stopped at the washroom door.
"Lily? Are you in there?"
Alicia's voice rang out without any warning.
Liliana went stiff all over with fright, the long spear originally held in her mouth instantly slipping out halfway.
She wanted to retreat, but Jerry gave a violent thrust forward from his side of the wall.
The massive head wedged directly between her teeth and her oral cavity, refusing to let her pull away.
"Yes, I am... mmh... using the toilet..."
Liliana responded indistinctly, her mouth still stuffed with that scalding hard object.
Drool trickled down from the corners of her mouth, dripping onto the thin cardigan over her chest.
The wooden door was pushed open with a creak.
Alicia, completely lacking any awareness of locking doors, simply walked right in barefoot.
She was stark naked from head to toe, her fair, voluptuous body glowing with an alluring luster in the dim, yellowish light.
Especially that pair of exaggeratedly heavy orbs on her chest—they bounced up and down with her walk, sending ripples through the flesh, while her pink nipples stood erect in the cool air like two firm little grapes.
"Lily, why does your voice sound so strange? Did you eat something bad? I told you, I should have been the one to eat that piece of toffee..."
Alicia pulled open the stall door directly.
Liliana had absolutely no time to dodge.
She was currently kneeling on the floor, her face pressed against the wall panel behind the water tank, her mouth slightly open.
And directly in front of her lips, a shiny, slippery long spear coated in her glistening drool was sticking straight out of a hole in the wall.
The surface was covered in Liliana's saliva, and the tip throbbed arrogantly in the air twice.
It even pulled a silver thread connected to Liliana's chin.
The air seemed to freeze at this moment.
Alicia blinked those golden-brown eyes.
She looked down at her younger sister kneeling on the ground, then looked at that meat-pillar growing out of the wall, radiating heat and a strong musky scent.
As an idiot in daily life, the brain of this genius tactical staff officer clearly failed to connect this thing to what it actually was at this moment.
"Lily... weren't you using the toilet?"
Alicia tilted her head, her full chest swaying with the movement. "What is this? Were you eating it just now?"
"I... no... Alicia, you go out first..."
Liliana wiped the drool from the corner of her mouth in a panic, her face so red it looked like it was about to bleed.
But Alicia's attention was completely captivated by that throbbing meat-pillar.
She crouched down curiously.
With her crouching motion, that pair of massive orbs lost the pull of gravity and pressed heavily against her thighs, squeezing out two deep, milky-white cleavage lines.
She leaned in close for a look, and could even smell the cloying scent of drool and the heavy male aura emanating from that long spear.
"It's so hot..."
Alicia reached out a fair finger and poked the shaft of that long spear.
"Hiss..."
A very faint sound of a sharp intake of breath from Jerry came from inside the wall.
Under Alicia's touch, that long spear surprisingly swelled another size at a speed visible to the naked eye, directly jamming the wooden hole in the wall completely tight.
Alicia saw that it was covered in Liliana's saliva, glistening wetly, like a giant lollipop that had been half-licked.
Her somewhat slow but curiosity-filled personality flared up, her golden-brown eyes flashing with a childlike light.
"It still has Lily's drool on it! It looks like the afternoon..."
Alicia chuckled softly, her voice coy and lazy. "You hid in here to play all by yourself and didn't even call me. I want to play too!"
"Alicia! No! That's not for playing..."
Liliana's intervention was a step too late.
Alicia dropped directly to both knees, her knees pressing against the edge of Liliana's knitted cardigan.
She was completely naked, her massive orbs forming a stark white wall of flesh between the two of them.
She didn't use her mouth to bite; instead, she reached out both hands, supporting her two heavy, massive orbs from the left and right.
"It looks very big in size! If I use this to clamp it, it should be very fun."
Alicia mumbled, squeezing her hands together forcefully.
The two utterly soft, fair orbs snapped shut instantly, forming a bottomless cleavage.
She actively leaned forward, directly jamming that thick, large long spear sticking out of the hole in the wall into her own cleavage.
Squelch!
An extremely clear sound of water and flesh squeezing together rang out.
That scalding, thick, hard meat-pillar covered in bulging veins was instantly wrapped tightly by Alicia's two massive orbs.
Because it still held a large amount of Liliana's drool, the meat-pillar slid exceptionally smoothly between the slippery orbs.
"Ah... so hot... and it's throbbing so hard..."
Alicia let out a charming cry of surprise.
She felt the thing clamped in her cleavage throbbing violently; that scalding temperature transmitted directly to her nerve endings through the tender skin of her chest.
She thought it was incredibly fun. Supporting her orbs with her hands, she began to stroke back and forth.
Squelch... squish... squelch...
The heavy orbs constantly deformed under Alicia's kneading, white waves of flesh rolling on both sides of the long spear.
Liliana's drool served as excellent lubrication; with Alicia's stroking, fine white foam even lathered up in the cleavage.
Time and again it thrust out from that deep, snow-white ravine, and time and again it was swallowed by the soft edges of the orbs.
Liliana knelt beside them, completely dumbfounded.
She watched as her usually ditzy older sister, currently kneeling stark naked on the ground, used that pair of exaggerated giant breasts to pleasure Jerry.
The edges of the orbs being stretched open and squeezed presented an extremely visually impactful scene, and that smack-smack water sound echoed in the narrow stall.
"Lily, this massager is so amazing, it's getting harder and harder."
Alicia turned her head, her golden-brown eyes full of innocent excitement: "Its front end keeps leaking a sticky water, it's gotten my chest all dirty. Can you help me wipe it clean?"
Liliana's logic completely snapped at these words.
She leaned in, burying her small face directly above Alicia's pair of massive orbs.
When Jerry's tip thrust out from Alicia's cleavage once again, Liliana opened her mouth and engulfed it in one bite.
"Mmh-nn..."
Liliana let out a sweet, cloying nasal sound.
Her tongue nimbly swirled around the tip, licking the fresh pre-cum overflowing from it, while simultaneously spitting saliva onto Alicia's chest to increase the lubrication.
Alicia felt her younger sister's fuzzy head rubbing against her collarbone. That scalding long spear was being stroked in her cleavage, and the tip was being sucked forcefully by her sister's small mouth.
An unprecedented, strange pleasure spread from her chest to her entire body.
She also began to pant coquettishly, unconsciously.
"Hah-ah... Lily... so comfortable... this prop even moves..."
Jerry, inside the wall, had clearly been pushed to the absolute limit by the dual stimulation.
He was no longer satisfied with passively accepting it; his crotch began to thrust forward frantically through the hole in the wall.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
The wooden board let out groans of bearing an unbearable load.
The thick shaft caused high-speed friction in Alicia's cleavage; every withdrawal pulled out a massive amount of transparent strings, and every thrust slammed heavily into the depths of Liliana's throat.
The water sounds grew louder and denser.
The squish-squish-squish of churning mucus, the smack-smack of colliding orb edges, and the glug-glug swallowing sounds from Liliana's throat wove into a crazed symphony.
A flush appeared at the corners of Alicia's eyes. Her two pink nipples turned rock-hard in the fierce friction, constantly scraping against that rough meat-pillar.
She instinctively clamped her arms tighter, making the mounds of flesh on her chest choke that thing deathly tight.
"It's coming."
Jerry's hoarse voice came from the cracks in the wall, accompanied by heavy panting.
That long spear, clamped between the giant breasts and the oral cavity, suddenly gave a violent throb, veins bulging instantly.
The massive tip swelled to its limit in Liliana's mouth.
Pfft!
A stream of scalding, extremely thick white bodily fluid erupted directly like a volcanic explosion, striking ruthlessly into the depths of Liliana's throat.
"Mmh! Cough, cough..."
Liliana was knocked back a bit by the massive impact, her lips releasing the tip.
But the fierce eruption showed no sign of stopping.
The thick fluid splattered across Liliana's cheeks, hung on her eyelashes, and dripped down her nose.
Even more fluid sprayed mercilessly onto Alicia's pair of tightly clamped, massive orbs. Her chest was instantly plastered with a thick layer of white armor.
The bodily fluid accumulated in the cleavage, trickled down Alicia's flat lower abdomen, and a few drops even splashed onto the root of her thighs.
"Ah..."
Alicia shuddered all over from the heat. Her hands released her orbs; the mounds of flesh on her chest bounced, shaking the white bodily fluid on them all over the floor.
She looked down at the sticky white liquid on her body, her eyes dazed. She reached out a finger, dipped a bit of it, and placed it under her nose to sniff.
"Such a strange smell... Lily, is this the thick soup it threw up?"
But Liliana at this moment had a brain that had completely plunged into a blank void.
Massive amounts of bodily fluid filled her mouth, sliding down her esophagus into her stomach, and it was all over her face and chin as well.
Under the extreme sexual stimulation and the intense impact of male hormones, Liliana's logic had completely short-circuited.
She actually instinctively opened her mouth and leaned in.
Crunch.
Her row of small white teeth gently bumped against that sensitive tip.
Liliana's eyes were unfocused; as if eating some kind of chewy gummy candy, she unconsciously used her teeth to gently chew and nibble at the edge of that full coronal ridge.
"Hiss!"
Jerry, inside the wall, suddenly sucked in a sharp breath of cold air.
Startled by this low roar, Liliana snapped back to her senses and quickly released her teeth.
Alicia was still beside her, foolishly rubbing her own orbs, which were covered in white bodily fluid. Her golden-brown long hair hung down into the sticky cleavage, presenting a scene that made one's blood boil.
She looked at her continuously coughing younger sister, then looked at that long spear beginning to slowly retract into the hole in the wall, and licked her lips, wanting more.
"Is it over already? It's shrinking back..."
Liliana's Adam's apple rolled.
That glob of viscous liquid, carrying a strong musky-salty scent, slid from her oral cavity into her esophagus. The muscles of her esophagus instinctively contracted to push it down. Gulp. The sound of swallowing was exceptionally clear in the quiet stall.
Her tongue-tip licked her upper palate, licked the inside of her gums, curling the white bodily fluid remaining on her oral mucous membrane bit by bit into the depths of her throat.
The movement was so subtle it was almost invisible, but the rising and falling of her Adam's apple gave her away.
Gulp.
Another sound of swallowing.
A strand of silver thread she hadn't had time to pull in still hung from the corner of her mouth. The silver thread drooped from the corner of her lip, swayed twice at her chin, and was swiftly wiped away by the back of her hand.
A layer of wet mucus stuck to the back of her hand. She rubbed the back of her hand twice against the hem of her pajamas; the fabric absorbed most of the moisture, leaving a dark wet streak.
"Alicia."
Her voice was somewhat hoarse. The sore, swollen sensation of being thrust into her depths still lingered in her throat.
When she spoke, it felt like something was blocking her throat; every word had to be squeezed laboriously through the gaps of that blockage.
"Go take a shower."
Alicia was still crouching on the floor, her golden-brown long hair hanging down both sides of her shoulders.
The ends of her hair were dipped into that puddle of white bodily fluid on her chest, pasted into strands by the mucus.
Her hands still supported her two heavy orbs. The surface of the orbs was covered in a thick layer of milky-white liquid, the liquid trickling down from her nipples.
"But..."
Alicia's gaze was still glued to that now-empty hole in the wall.
The edge of the hole had been stretched slightly out of shape, and a ring of wet water marks remained on the wooden frame, the water marks radiating a lewd luster in the dim light.
"Why did it shrink back? I haven't played enough yet..."
"That is not a toy!"
Liliana's voice shot up half an octave, then was suppressed down again.
She took a deep breath, her chest rising with the inhale. The pajama fabric was stretched tight for a moment, outlining the curves of the two mounds on her chest—though they couldn't compare to her older sister's, they were already taking shape.
"Go take a shower first, your body is covered in... that."
"What is that?"
Alicia looked down at the puddle of white bodily fluid on her chest, her golden-brown eyes full of pure curiosity.
She reached out a finger, poking her fingertip into the thickest part of the liquid in her cleavage, and rubbed her pad against it. The liquid pulled several fine threads from her fingertip.
"Sticky... and still hot..."
She held the finger covered in white bodily fluid up to her eyes, tilted her head, looked at it for two seconds, and then...
"Alicia, don't!"
Too late.
Alicia's finger had already been shoved into her own mouth.
"Mmh..."
Her lips wrapped around her index finger, her tongue licking a circle over the pad, curling the white bodily fluid on it into her oral cavity.
Her golden-brown eyes blinked, her brow furrowing slightly, as if tasting some unfamiliar flavor.
"Salty... and a bit musky..."
Her throat rolled. Gulp. She swallowed the liquid in her mouth down.
Liliana's face was so red it was about to bleed.
She watched her older sister crouching on the floor, stark naked, her chest covered in white bodily fluid, licking her own finger while letting out tsk-tsk smacking sounds. That scene made her temples throb.
"Such a strange taste..."
Alicia pulled her finger from her mouth; a silver thread of saliva still stretched from her fingertip. "Lily swallowed a lot of this just now, right? I saw your throat moving..."
"You, you saw wrong!"
"I didn't see wrong, your throat went 'glug-glug,' you swallowed so loudly..."
Alicia's fingers reached toward that puddle of white bodily fluid on her chest again.
This time she scooped directly with her entire palm, her palm cupping a small handful of milky-white liquid. The liquid leaked down through her fingers, dripping onto her thighs with a patter-patter.
"Since Lily ate it, then I want to eat it too..."
She brought her palm to her mouth, her tongue sticking out, the tender pink tip starting from her palm, curling the white bodily fluid into her mouth bit by bit.
When she licked to the base of her fingers and her tongue wasn't long enough, she shoved her fingers into her mouth one by one and sucked. Smack-smack water sounds echoed in the stall.
"Mmh... gulp..."
Another sound of swallowing.
Alicia's Adam's apple rolled, swallowing the liquid in her mouth mouthful by mouthful. After swallowing, she licked her lips wanting more, a bit of unlicked white residue clinging to the corner of her mouth.
"So strange... after eating it, my tummy feels all hot inside..."
Her hand pressed against her lower abdomen. The skin of her lower abdomen was fair and flat, sinking in slightly under her pressing action.
"Lily, you ate so much, is your tummy all hot inside too?"
Liliana's lips trembled twice; she wanted to say something but couldn't get the words out.
Her tummy was indeed all hot inside. That glob of thick liquid she had swallowed down was sliding down her esophagus into her stomach, leaving a scorching trail where it passed, like a fiery snake wandering through her body.
The moment her stomach wall came into contact with that glob of liquid, it contracted. A strange numbing sensation spread from her stomach, spreading to her lower abdomen, spreading to a certain part even lower.
"G-go take a shower!"
Liliana's voice carried a tremolo. She reached out to grab Alicia's arm, trying to pull her up from the floor.
But Alicia's body was much heavier than hers; she yanked twice but couldn't budge her. Instead, she was pulled forward by Alicia's center of gravity, her knee bumping onto the floor tile with a thump.
"Lily, you have some on you too..."
Alicia's finger tapped Liliana's cheek, her pad grinding over a drop of white bodily fluid near her cheekbone.
That drop of white fluid had splashed there during the eruption just now. It had already begun to coagulate, but melted when Alicia's finger ground over it, smearing a wet trace across Liliana's cheek.
"There's some here too..."
The finger moved to Liliana's chin.
"And here..."
The finger moved to Liliana's neck.
"So much... here..."
The finger stopped in the hollow of Liliana's collarbone, where a small puddle of white bodily fluid had pooled.
A thin film had formed on the surface of the fluid, but broke when Alicia's finger poked it, revealing the warm liquid inside.
Alicia put the finger covered in white bodily fluid into her own mouth and sucked it with a smack.
"The smell on Lily is different from mine... Lily's is a bit sweeter..."
"That's because it's mixed with my...!"
Liliana's sentence choked off halfway, her face so red it looked like it was going to catch fire.
"Mixed with your what?"
"N-nothing! Shower! Now! Immediately!"
She used all the strength in her body to haul Alicia up from the floor.
Alicia's body swayed twice. Those two heavy orbs shook violently as she stood up, flinging the white bodily fluid on their surface in all directions.
A few drops splashed onto Liliana's face—warm, sticky liquid.
"Go!"
Liliana pushed Alicia toward the outside of the stall.
Alicia stumbled, her bare soles slipping twice on the wet floor tiles.
Her body tilted backward, her back slamming into Liliana's chest.
Liliana let out a muffled "Ugh" from the impact, and the two of them tumbled to the washroom floor together.
"So painful..."
Alicia sprawled on top of Liliana, her golden-brown long hair scattered across Liliana's face.
The white bodily fluid stuck to her hair rubbed against Liliana's lips, the musky-salty taste drilling into her nostrils.
Alicia's chest pressed against Liliana's, their two pairs of orbs squished together.
The white bodily fluid trapped between them was squeezed out to the sides, making a sticky squish water sound.
"Alicia... you're so heavy..."
"But Lily is so soft..."
Alicia rubbed against Liliana, the orbs on her chest grinding over Liliana's.
The white bodily fluid on both of them mixed together, drawing countless sticky silver threads between them.
"Lily... you're obviously only in your first year at Hogwarts..."
"Y-you, hurry up and get off...!"
Liliana's voice carried a crying tone. She pushed hard against Alicia's shoulders, but Alicia's body was like a puddle of mud paralyzed on top of her, immovable no matter how hard she pushed.
The fluorescent tubes in the washroom buzzed overhead.
The cold white light shone on the two intertwined bodies, on the white bodily fluid covering the floor, and on the empty hole in the wall.
On the other side of the hole, in the pipe maintenance passage, Jerry's footsteps had already faded away.
The pipe maintenance space was permeated with a mixed smell of copper rust and damp lime.
Jerry squeezed sideways through the gap between the copper pipes.
The hem of his school robe caught on a pipe joint. He gave it a yank, and the fabric made a light rrip sound, tearing a two-inch slit.
He didn't care. His bare feet stepped on the dust-covered flagstones of the pipe shaft, his toes rubbing against a puddle of liquid—whether condensation or something else, he didn't know—so cold that the tendon on the top of his foot twitched.
He looked down at the thing between his legs that had just been withdrawn from the hole in the wall.
Liliana's drool still hung on the shaft, shimmering with a watery sheen in the dim light of the pipe shaft.
But even more conspicuous was the clear, pink ring of teeth marks below the coronal ridge.
The teeth marks were neatly arranged, eight on the top row and eight on the bottom, as if bitten by some small carnivore.
"...Are they all born in the Year of the Dog?"
The corner of Jerry's mouth twitched.
His fingers pinched the base of the shaft, his thumb grinding over the ring of teeth marks, feeling the slightly swollen texture on the surface of the skin that had been bumped by the teeth.
It didn't really hurt; Liliana hadn't bitten down with real force.
But that numbing sensation of teeth scraping against a sensitive area still lingered in his nerve endings, making the root of his thighs involuntarily tense for a beat.
Jerry pointed his fingertip at his crotch and silently recited a Cleaning Charm.
The drool and bodily fluids on the shaft were magically gathered into a transparent bead of water, dropping from his fingertip to the floor with a patter.
Jerry recited a Mending Charm next.
The torn slit at the hem of his school robe stitched itself together automatically, the stitches so fine that no trace was visible.
The pipe maintenance passages formed a labyrinthine network within the architectural structure of the Ministry of Magic, connecting every corner of every floor like a spiderweb.
Jerry walked east along the passage, his bare feet treading on the dusty flagstones, leaving footprints one by one in the dust.
Every ten steps along the passage wall hung a magical wall lamp.
The wicks were made of firefly essence, emitting a dim, greenish light that stretched his shadow long and twisted.
He stopped at a three-way intersection and fished the ebony-framed magic mirror from his pocket.
The mirror displayed an internal structural map of the Ministry of Magic, with a red dot blinking on it. The location of the dot was labeled "Medical Department · Special Ward Area · C-7."
Cho Chang.
Jerry stuffed the magic mirror back into his pocket and turned into the right-hand passage.
The Medical Department was on the third basement level of the Ministry of Magic. To get there from the employee dormitory area, one had to pass through two fire doors and a connecting corridor.
Jerry didn't take the main entrance. A branch line of the pipe maintenance passage led directly to the logistics area of the Medical Department, and from a storage room in the logistics area, one could detour to the corridor of the special ward area.
The door to the storage room was locked from the inside.
Jerry tapped the lock cylinder with his wand, click, and the latch retracted.
Jerry pushed open the door. The storage room was piled high with boxes of medical supplies: bandages, potion bottles, sterilized cotton balls.
The air was filled with a pungent smell of potion alcohol.
He squeezed through the gaps between the boxes, pushed open the door leading from the storage room to the corridor, and poked half his head out.
The corridor was empty.
At one o'clock in the morning, the Medical Department was as quiet as a tomb.
The white light emitted by the fluorescent tubes shone on the beige walls, where a bronze plaque engraved with a ward number hung every few steps.
C-1, C-2, C-3...
Jerry walked forward along the corridor. His bare feet stepped on the icy flagstone floor, the faint sound of his footsteps deliberately kept very light, almost inaudible.
The door to C-7 was ajar, a sliver of dim, yellowish light leaking through the crack.
Jerry reached out and pushed the door open. The hinges let out an extremely faint creak.
The ward wasn't large—a single bed, a nightstand, a window tightly covered by curtains.
On the nightstand sat an alchemical desk lamp turned to the lowest setting. The firefly essence inside the lampshade had only a tiny, faint halo left, barely illuminating that small area at the head of the bed.
Cho Chang lay on the bed.
Her long black hair was scattered on the pillow, the strands shimmering with a soft luster in the dim, yellowish light.
Her complexion was even paler than the last time Jerry saw her—so pale it was almost transparent. The blue vein beneath her temple could be seen pulsing under her skin.
Her eyes were closed, her eyelashes casting two faint shadows on her eyelids.
The color of her lips had also faded, from their original pink directly into a pale pink that was nearly white.
She wore the standard patient gown issued by the Medical Department.
The fabric of the gown was very thin; the white cotton clung to her body, outlining the contours of her collarbones, the rise and fall of her chest, and the curve of her waistline.
The collar of the patient gown was cut very low, revealing a section of her fair neck and that shallow hollow between her collarbones.
A thin layer of sweat beads had gathered in the hollow, sparkling with fine points of light under the lamp.
Jerry walked to the side of the bed and looked down at her.
The genetic curse of Cho Chang's family was an ancient bloodline disease.
When it flared up, it eroded from the bone marrow—first the bones became brittle, then the muscles atrophied, and finally the organs failed.
The special ward area of the Ministry of Magic's Medical Department was the best medical facility in the entire British magical world.
Jerry had spent three thousand gold Galleons just to reserve a bed here, and another five thousand gold Galleons to bribe the attending physician to give Cho Chang expedited treatment.
And this was just the preliminary cost.
A complete cure was still a distant, unforeseeable prospect.
Cho Chang moved on the bed.
Her eyelids fluttered for two beats, her eyelashes fanned, and then she slowly opened her eyes.
Her black eyes appeared exceptionally deep in the dim light, her pupils taking several seconds to focus on Jerry's face.
She blinked, her lips moving, her voice as hoarse as sandpaper scraping.
"...Jerry?"
"Mmh."
"Why are you... at this hour..."
"Came to see you."
Jerry sat down in the chair by the bed, the legs of the chair scraping against the flagstone floor, screech.
He reached out his hand, resting the back of it against Cho Chang's forehead.
The temperature of her forehead was one or two degrees higher than normal body temperature, with a thin film of sweat on the surface of her skin.
"You have a fever?"
"This afternoon... got an injection... the physician said it's a normal reaction..."
Cho Chang's voice was intermittent; she had to stop and catch her breath after every few words.
Her hand emerged from under the quilt. Her fingers were as pale as bloodless porcelain.
Her fingertips touched the back of the hand Jerry had resting on her forehead.
"Your hand... is so cold..."
"Just came in from outside."
Jerry withdrew his hand from her forehead. His fingers gripped the hand she held out, his palm enveloping the back of her hand, his fingers lacing through hers.
Her hand was as small as a baby bird's, the joints distinct, the outline of the bones beneath the skin so clear it was startling.
"How was today's treatment?"
"Alright... just... a bit tired..."
Cho Chang's eyelids began to droop again. The side effects of the medication made her drowsy, but she still tried hard to hold on, her black eyes staring at Jerry's face, the corners of her mouth curving into a very, very shallow arc.
"Did you... come specifically to see me?"
"I was on the way."
"Liar... at this hour... what could you possibly be on the way from..."
Jerry didn't answer. His fingers rubbed the back of her hand twice, his thumb grinding over that bulging blue vein on the back of her hand.
Cho Chang's fingers moved in his palm, as if wanting to grip tight, but she lacked the strength, only curling up gently.
"Jerry..."
"Mmh?"
"Thank you..."
"For what."
"Thank you... for helping me book this place... and for those potions..."
"You bought those potions with your own money."
"I know... but... you were the one who helped me find the channels..."
Cho Chang's voice grew fainter and fainter, her eyelids heavier and heavier, but she still stubbornly held on, refusing to close her eyes.
Her fingers moved again in Jerry's palm, this time moving upward.
Her fingertips touched Jerry's wrist, touched that beating pulse on the inside of his wrist.
"Your heartbeat... is so fast..."
"It's normal."
"It's not normal... usually... your heartbeat isn't this fast..."
The corner of Jerry's mouth twitched, but he said nothing.
Cho Chang's fingers slid down from his wrist, sliding back under the quilt.
Her eyes finally closed, the shadows cast by her eyelashes on her eyelids fluttering for two beats, and her breathing gradually became even and long.
Jerry sat by the bed, looking at her sleeping face.
The ward was very quiet.
There was only the faint hum emitted by the alchemical desk lamp on the nightstand, and the even sound of Cho Chang's breathing.
Outside the curtains was the corridor of the Ministry of Magic's third basement level.
The fluorescent tubes in the corridor stayed on twenty-four hours a day. The white light filtered through the gap in the curtains, drawing a thin line of light on the floor.
Jerry pulled his hand from Cho Chang's.
His fingers touched her cheek. The skin of her cheek was scalding, carrying that dry heat specific to a fever.
His fingers slid from her cheek to her chin, from her chin to her neck, his pads grinding over that beating carotid artery on the side of her neck, feeling her pulse beat under his fingertips beat by beat.
The collar of the patient gown was very low.
His fingers slid down along the edge of the collar, past her collarbone, past that slightly swelling curve below her collarbone.
Cho Chang's chest rose and fell beneath the patient gown.
The amplitude of the rise and fall was very shallow, but he could see the fabric expanding and contracting with her breath.
Jerry's hand stopped above her chest. His palm, separated by the thin fabric of the patient gown, felt the rhythm of her heartbeat.
Thump... thump... thump...
It was a bit faster than a normal heartbeat, but fairly steady.
He withdrew his hand from her chest and stood up. The legs of the chair scraped against the floor again.
He looked down at Cho Chang one last time, turned, and walked toward the door of the ward.
As he turned the doorknob, an extremely soft murmur came from the bed.
"...Don't go..."
Jerry's hand stopped on the doorknob, and he looked back.
Cho Chang's eyes were still closed, but her lips were moving, her voice as soft as sleep-talking.
"Don't go... Jerry..."
Jerry stood in place and looked at her for three seconds, then walked back to the side of the bed.
His fingers touched her forehead. The temperature on her forehead was a bit higher than before. Beads of sweat seeped from her hairline, trickling down her temples into her auricle.
"I'm going to find your attending physician. I'll be back in a bit."
Cho Chang didn't respond. The sound of her breathing gradually became even, sinking into a deeper sleep.
Jerry pulled the quilt up a bit, covering her exposed shoulders, turned, and walked out of the ward.
The corridor of the Medical Department's special ward area felt exceptionally empty at one-thirty in the morning.
The white light of the fluorescent tubes shone on the beige walls, the bronze plaques on the walls reflecting a cold luster.
Jerry walked east along the corridor.
His bare feet stepped on the flagstone floor, the sound of his footsteps echoing in the empty corridor, tap, tap, tap.
The attending physician's office was at the end of the corridor.
A bronze plaque hung on the door, engraved with the words "Dr. Edmund Sterling" in an old, ornately decorated Gothic font.
Light leaked from under the door; someone was inside.
Jerry raised his hand and knocked twice.
"Come in."
He pushed open the door. The office was permeated with a mixed smell of potion alcohol and parchment.
Dr. Sterling sat behind the desk.
In his fifties, his graying hair combed meticulously, he wore gold-rimmed glasses on his nose.
The eyes behind the lenses lit up the moment he saw Jerry.
"Ah, Mr. Rozier."
Dr. Sterling stood up from his chair with a speed entirely unsuited to his age.
He walked around the desk to Jerry, bowing slightly, his posture carrying an almost fawning respect.
"For you to come personally so late at night, it truly is... please, sit, please sit."
He pulled out the chair in front of the desk and wiped the seat twice with his sleeve, even though there was absolutely no dust on the seat.
Jerry sat down in the chair, his two legs dangling in front of the seat, his toes still a distance from the ground.
The height of an eleven-year-old boy sitting in an adult-sized chair made him look like a child who had accidentally wandered into the adult world.
But the look in Dr. Sterling's eyes held no contempt whatsoever, only the cautious attentiveness reserved for important clients.
"How is Cho Chang's condition?"
"Ah, Miss Chang's condition..."
Dr. Sterling walked back behind the desk, pulling a stack of parchment from a drawer. The parchment was densely covered with medical records. "This afternoon's treatment went very smoothly. The erosion speed of the bloodline curse has been temporarily contained, and the bone marrow regeneration index has increased by twelve percent compared to last week."
"Temporarily?"
"Yes, temporarily."
Dr. Sterling pushed the glasses up the bridge of his nose, the look in his eyes behind the lenses becoming somewhat evasive. "The genetic curse of Miss Chang's family is a very ancient bloodline disease. The current treatment plan can only delay the progression of the disease; it cannot cure it. If the curse is to be completely eradicated, it requires... deeper-level treatment."
"What kind of treatment?"
"A Bloodline Purification Ritual."
Dr. Sterling's voice dropped a little. "This is a very ancient, almost lost treatment method. It requires three extremely rare ingredients: the heart blood of a unicorn, the tears of a phoenix, and... the venom gland of a live basilisk."
Jerry raised an eyebrow.
"The price?"
"The market price of the materials... if they can be found..."
Dr. Sterling wrote a number on the parchment and pushed it in front of Jerry. "About this much."
Jerry looked down at the number.
Thirty-seven thousand gold Galleons.
This number was enough to buy ten entire shops in Diagon Alley, enough to support ten ordinary wizarding families for twenty years, enough that most Ministry employees wouldn't be able to save it up even if they worked ten lifetimes.
"This is just the cost of materials."
Dr. Sterling added. "The ritual itself requires at least three healers proficient in bloodline magic to cast spells simultaneously. Each healer's appearance fee is two hundred gold Galleons per hour, and the entire ritual takes about... twelve hours. There are also ward fees, nursing fees, post-operative recovery fees..."
He wrote a few more numbers on the parchment, which added up to nearly another five thousand gold Galleons.
"It's a total of about four thousand two hundred gold Galleons per month."
Dr. Sterling pushed the parchment back in front of Jerry. "And this is only the first stage of the treatment. The Bloodline Purification Ritual needs to be conducted in three stages, with a three-month interval between each stage. Only when all three stages are completed can the curse be completely eradicated. That is to say..."
"Twelve thousand six hundred gold Galleons."
"Yes."
Dr. Sterling's voice carried a trace of undetectable probing. "Of course, if Mr. Jerry feels this price is... we can discuss an installment plan..."
The office door was pushed open at this moment.
"Dr. Sterling, apologies for the interruption..."
The voice stopped the moment she saw Jerry.
Jerry turned his head and saw a woman standing in the doorway.
In her thirties, her long black hair pinned up behind her head, revealing a section of fair, slender neck.
Her face shape was seventy percent similar to Cho Chang's, but the contours were more mature, her brows and eyes carrying a charm settled by time.
She wore a well-tailored dark blue robe, the waistline cinched tight, outlining a slender waist and full hips.
The hem of the robe just covered her knees, revealing calves wrapped in black silk stockings.
The luster of the stockings shimmered with a soft, subtle light under the white light of the fluorescent tubes, extending from her ankles all the way to the root of her thighs disappearing into the hem of the robe.
She wore black high heels on her feet, the three-inch heels making crisp clack-clack sounds as she stepped on the flagstone floor.
Mrs. Chang.
Jerry ran through the family photos Cho Chang had shown him in his mind. The woman in the photos was a few years younger than she was now, but her facial features were the same.
"Mrs. Chang."
Dr. Sterling stood up from his chair. "You arrived just in time. I was just about to discuss Miss Chang's next stage of treatment with you..."
Mrs. Chang's gaze moved from Jerry to the stack of parchment in Dr. Sterling's hands, a flash of undetectable nervousness passing through her eyes.
"Next stage?"
"Yes."
Dr. Sterling handed the parchment to her. "This is the detailed treatment plan and cost breakdown. You can take a look first..."
Mrs. Chang took the parchment. Her gaze swept over the words and numbers on it, her face turning pale bit by bit.
Her fingers tightened on the edges of the parchment, her knuckles turning white. The parchment made a faint rustle in her hands.
Her lips moved as if she wanted to say something, but no sound came from her throat.
"Four thousand two hundred... surgery fees..."
Her voice was so hoarse it sounded as if something was blocking it. "This is just... the first stage?"
"Yes, Mrs. Chang. The Bloodline Purification Ritual must be conducted in three stages..."
"Three stages..."
Mrs. Chang's voice grew fainter and fainter. "Twelve thousand six hundred gold Galleons... and that's just the surgery fees..."
Her body swayed, the heel of her high heel slipping on the flagstone floor, clack.
She reached out and supported herself on the doorframe, her nails digging into the wood, leaving a few shallow scratches on the frame.
"Mrs. Chang, are you alright?"
Dr. Sterling walked around the desk. "Would you like to sit down and rest a bit..."
"I'm fine."
Mrs. Chang took a deep breath. Her chest rose and fell with the deep breath, the fabric of the robe stretched tight for a moment, outlining the full curves of her chest.
"I just... need to think..."
Her gaze fell on Jerry, her eyes carrying a trace of confusion.
"And this is...?"
"Oh, this is Mr. Rozier."
Dr. Sterling's tone carried an obvious respect. "He is the one who helped Miss Chang reserve a bed in our special ward area, and also provided some... very precious supplementary medicinal ingredients."
Mrs. Chang's eyes changed.
She re-examined Jerry sitting in the chair. Her gaze swept from his face to his school robe.
The Hogwarts crest was embroidered on the robe, and below the crest was the serpentine emblem of Slytherin.
An eleven-year-old boy, his height only reaching her chest level, yet the posture with which he sat there carried a composure completely unsuited to his age.
"You are... that Jerry that little Cho keeps mentioning?"
"Mmh."
"Thank you... for helping little Cho reserve a bed here..."
Mrs. Chang's voice carried a trace of a tremble. "But this treatment cost... I..."
Her eyes turned red, tears pooling in them but not falling. She bit her lower lip, her teeth sinking into the flesh, leaving a red mark on her pale lips.
"I need to... figure out a way to raise the money..."
"I'll cover the treatment costs."
Mrs. Chang's body went stiff.
Dr. Sterling's body went stiff as well.
The office was quiet for three seconds, so quiet that the buzzing of the fluorescent tubes could be heard.
"You... what did you say?"
Mrs. Chang's voice trembled. "So many gold Galleons... you..."
"I said, I'll cover the treatment costs."
Jerry stood up from the chair. His two legs landed on the floor, his bare feet stepping on the icy flagstones.
"All three stages. Material fees, healer fees, ward fees, nursing fees, all the costs, I'll cover them."
Mrs. Chang's tears finally fell.
"I... I don't know how to thank you..."
"No need to thank me."
Jerry walked up to her, looking up at her. The line of sight of the eleven-year-old boy was exactly level with the height of her chest.
"Cho Chang is my friend. Helping a friend is the right thing to do."
Jerry's gaze moved from her face, sweeping past her neck, past her collarbones, past the full curves wrapped in the fabric of the robe on her chest, and finally landing on her waistline.
"You maintain yourself very well, Mrs. Chang."
Jerry's tone was very casual, like he was commenting on the weather. "Such a narrow waist, such a great figure, you don't look like someone who has a daughter at all."
Mrs. Chang blushed.
Tear stains still hung on her face, but a faint pink had already risen on her cheeks, spreading from her cheekbones all the way to the roots of her ears.
She didn't know how to respond to an eleven-year-old boy evaluating her figure. She could only smile awkwardly and wipe the tear stains from her face with the back of her hand.
"You... you child, you have such a sweet mouth..."
"I'm telling the truth."
Jerry's gaze moved down a bit, landing on the black silk stockings wrapping her calves. The luster of the stockings shimmered with a soft, subtle light under the lamp.
"The quality of these stockings is very good; they set off the shape of your legs beautifully. You must pay a lot of attention to maintenance normally, right, Mrs. Chang?"
Mrs. Chang's face turned even redder.
She subconsciously took half a step back. The heel of her high heel clicked on the flagstone floor, clack.
The muscles of her calf tightened for a moment during the backward movement, the fabric of the stocking stretching tighter over the tensed muscle, outlining the lines of her calf.
"I... I'll take you to see little Cho..."
Her voice was somewhat flustered. "She probably hasn't slept yet..."
"She fell asleep. I just came from her ward."
Jerry walked to the door, looking back at her. "But you can go see her. She has a fever; her forehead is very hot."
Mrs. Chang's face changed color. Caring about nothing else, she stepped in her high heels and walked quickly toward the direction of the ward.
The clack-clack-clack of her heels echoed in the empty corridor.
Jerry followed behind her, his gaze falling on her back.
The hem of the robe swayed with her steps, revealing her calves wrapped in silk stockings. The muscles of her calves contracted and relaxed with her fast walking, the luster of the stockings shifting in brightness with the movement of the muscles.
The door to ward C-7 was pushed open gently.
Mrs. Chang walked to the side of the bed and pressed her palm against Cho Chang's forehead. The temperature of the forehead was so scalding hot that she sucked in a sharp breath of cold air.
"Little Cho... little Cho..."
Cho Chang frowned in her sleep, her lips moving, but she didn't wake up.
Mrs. Chang turned her head and looked at Jerry standing in the doorway, her eyes turning red again.
"Thank you... really, thank you..."
"No need to thank me, Madam!
After all, I can be considered Cho Chang's classmate, can't I?"
Jerry looked at the plump, full buttocks, the smile on his face growing more radiant.