Asian Ministry of Magic, Heavenly Dao Alliance Headquarters.
This magnificent architectural complex, suspended above the clouds, was currently bathed in an unprecedented atmosphere of excitement.
Nine hundred and ninety-nine giant white jade pillars, carved with dense runes, supported the entire floating island.
At the top of each pillar burned a fierce spiritual fire—the mark of the highest wartime alert state.
But now, the color of those flames had shifted from a cautionary blood-red to a triumphant scarlet-gold.
Su Chan stood upon the highest Star-Gazing Platform.
She wore an extremely form-fitting, dark emerald modified qipao.
The high-collar design concealed her slender neck but featured an exaggeratedly high slit on the right side that extended all the way to her waist.
That pale, nearly translucent thigh was exposed to the open air from the slit.
Bound to her thigh was a leg-ring made of black jade pieces strung together, each piece radiating a faint, cold glow.
On her feet were black stilettos, the heels tapping against the white jade floor with a series of crisp clack-clacks.
In her hand, she clutched a battle report just transmitted from the front lines.
The edges of the parchment were slightly deformed from her grip.
The text on the report was simple, but every word carried the weight of a thousand tons.
"The Seventh Fleet successfully captured the 'Langya' realm at noon today."
"The enemy Immortal Alliance's Eastern Army is in total retreat."
"Our losses are minimal."
"The Crystal Golems have performed with outstanding merit."
A tiny, rare curve of a smile appeared at the corner of Su Chan's mouth.
This was the third resource-rich world seized this month.
The Crystal Golems provided by Jerry had displayed a level of dominance on the battlefield that made one's skin crawl.
The Asian Ministry of Magic had originally been at a disadvantage.
Those arrogant Western Ministries had been waiting to see them fail, waiting for them to bow their heads and beg for aid.
But Su Chan had refused.
She would rather strike a deal with a Hogwarts student, rather endure the... humiliating conditions that boy added during the transaction, than bow to those white wizards.
Now, facts proved her gamble was right.
The Crystal Golems had not only stabilized the defense but had also helped them launch a counter-offensive.
Several resource-rich cultivation worlds had been incorporated into the Heavenly Dao Alliance's territory.
The faces of those Western Ministries who were waiting for a joke must look quite spectacular right now.
Su Chan folded the report and placed it in a hidden pocket of her qipao.
She was in an excellent mood.
Truly excellent.
This good mood softened her usually stern, cold, and majestic countenance, which was normally filled with the authority of a superior.
"Mei Ting."
Su Chan called out.
Her voice was cold and clear, carrying her habitual tone of command.
Mei Ting Kim was her direct subordinate and her most trusted assistant.
According to routine, the moment a battle report arrived, Mei Ting Kim should have appeared by her side.
She should have prepared celebratory tea and recorded Su Chan's next strategic deployments.
However.
The Star-Gazing Platform was empty.
There was only the sound of the wind whistling through the white jade colonnade.
Su Chan's brow furrowed slightly.
"Mei Ting."
She called again, her voice rising an octave.
Still, there was no response.
Su Chan's right index finger tapped lightly against the edge of her hidden pocket.
This was wrong.
Mei Ting Kim was a very disciplined person—disciplined to the point of near-compulsive obsession.
As long as Su Chan was at headquarters, Mei Ting Kim would never stray more than fifty meters from her line of sight.
Her communication jade charm was active twenty-four hours a day, always waiting for Su Chan's summons.
Su Chan raised her left hand. On her wrist was a string of prayer beads made of nine blood-red pearls.
That was one of her life-bound artifacts. Each bead sealed a drop of her own heart's blood and linked her life contract to her nine most core subordinates.
Her consciousness swept over the beads.
The first was present. The second was present. The third...
The fourth.
That was Mei Ting Kim's position.
Su Chan's pupils constricted violently.
That blood-red pearl currently presented a bizarre, dull grey.
It was like the embers of a fire about to die—weak, flickering, as if it could be extinguished at any moment.
And the location indicator... was a total void.
It was not at any known world coordinate.
The slight softness on Su Chan's face vanished completely.
It was replaced by a murderous intent colder than ice.
Her direct subordinate—the confidante of one of the four Executive Deputy Directors of the Heavenly Dao Alliance—had vanished without warning.
And her life signs were this weak.
This was not just a provocation.
This was like cutting flesh from Su Chan's own body.
Su Chan did not hesitate.
She flipped her right hand, and a sharp silver knife appeared between her fingers.
The blade flashed with a cold light.
Slice.
The tip of the blade cut her left index finger.
A drop of crimson blood seeped from her fingertip, hovering in mid-air.
Su Chan's lips moved, chanting a series of ancient, obscure incantations.
That was the opening stance of the Bloodline Tracking Art, one of the core secret techniques of the Heavenly Dao Alliance.
As long as a single drop of blood remained, as long as the soul had not completely dissipated, nothing could escape the tracking of this spell.
The drop of blood began to expand and deform under the power of the incantation.
It transformed into an incredibly complex, three-dimensional web composed of blood-threads.
The web extended and expanded outward, penetrating the dome of the observatory and the many barriers of the floating island, spreading toward the endless void.
Su Chan closed her eyes.
Her consciousness traveled through the blood-red network at speeds exceeding light, weaving between countless worlds.
She bypassed the warring cultivation realms, bypassed the European Ministry holding its magical parliament, and bypassed those barren, silent, abandoned worlds where no life existed.
Search.
Search frantically.
That weak grey speck of light was like a krill in the deep sea, hidden in endless darkness.
Time passed minute by minute.
A layer of fine sweat formed on Su Chan's forehead.
The Bloodline Tracking Art was an immense mental drain on the caster, especially when conducting a wide-area search across countless worlds.
Finally.
Upon searching the two-thousand-three-hundred-and-forty-seventh world.
That weak grey light-point flickered within Su Chan's perception network.
Found her.
Su Chan snapped her eyes open.
In those eyes, originally black as ink, two clusters of ghostly green fire now burned.
"Break."
She uttered a low shout.
The air in the center of the Star-Gazing Platform was forcibly torn open by an invisible giant hand.
The interior of the rift was a sickening grey-white.
That was the chaotic aura left behind after a world's destruction, filled with lethal radiation and spatial turbulence.
Su Chan did not hesitate for a second and stepped into the rift.
A world of annihilation.
This place might have once been a beautiful planet with blue oceans and green continents.
But now, there was only ash.
The sky was a deathly grey; no sun, no stars—only thick, leaden clouds pressing low against the ground.
The earth was scorched black, littered with collapsed mountain ranges and dried riverbeds.
The air was permeated with a thick smell of sulfur and decay; not even the most resilient microorganisms could survive here.
This was a land of death.
Absolute death.
Su Chan's silhouette appeared in the sky above this scorched land.
Her protective spiritual light formed a pale green film over her body, isolating her from the lethal radiation and toxic gases.
Her gaze was like two searchlights, scanning back and forth across the blackened ground.
Hum.
The blood-red beads on her wrist emitted a slight vibration, indicating the direction.
Su Chan flew toward the guide.
Deep within a collapsed valley, between a heap of massive, tombstone-like black rocks.
Su Chan saw Mei Ting Kim.
Or rather, she saw a cluster of golden-shimmering... thing.
It was a golden orb of light about two meters in diameter.
The surface of the orb was covered in dense cracks, like a breaking eggshell.
Golden light leaked from those cracks, appearing exceptionally piercing in the gloomy environment.
And within the orb, a humanoid silhouette could be faintly seen.
That was Mei Ting Kim.
Su Chan descended from the sky and stood before the golden orb.
She reached out her hand, her fingertip lightly touching the surface of the sphere.
Crack.
A crisp sound.
The cracks on the surface of the light-sphere doubled in size the moment she touched it.
A golden shard peeled off the body, falling to the scorched ground and dissipating into a wisp of blue smoke.
Su Chan's pupils narrowed slightly.
This was the life-saving item she had bestowed upon Mei Ting Kim... the "Golden Cicada Shedding its Shell."
It was one of the top-tier protective artifacts of the Heavenly Dao Alliance.
The moment the holder received a fatal injury, it would automatically activate, enveloping the user in an absolute defense golden cocoon and creating a decoy to take the damage.
Simultaneously, the user's true body would be teleported to a random, hard-to-track safe location.
But currently, this "safe location" was a world of annihilation.
Furthermore, the state of the "Golden Cicada" was extremely unstable.
Those cracks covering the sphere proved that after Mei Ting Kim was teleported here, someone had pursued her.
They had launched a violent attack against this golden cocoon, attempting to shatter it.
That person wanted Mei Ting Kim dead.
This was an execution to silence a witness.
Only because the defensive power of the Golden Cicada was so staggering, and because the assassin likely couldn't stay in this dead world for long, they had ultimately failed.
But if not handled immediately, in at most another hour, this golden cocoon would completely shatter.
Mei Ting Kim would be reduced to ash in this world filled with lethal radiation.
Su Chan's expression was terrifyingly dark.
She moved her fingers.
Pressing her index and middle fingers together, she traced a circle in the air.
A green teleportation portal about three meters in diameter expanded behind Su Chan.
The other end was the medical wing of the Heavenly Dao Alliance Headquarters.
"Rise."
Su Chan gave a low command.
An invisible force lifted the crumbling golden cocoon, delivering it smoothly into the portal.
Afterward, Su Chan herself stepped through.
The portal closed.
The scorched earth returned once again to a deathly silence.
Heavenly Dao Alliance Headquarters, Underground Medical Bay.
This place was filled with the mixed scents of disinfectant and potions.
White walls, white sheets, white lights—everything appeared cold and efficient.
Mei Ting Kim was still enveloped in that golden cocoon, hovering over a specialized hospital bed.
Su Chan stood by the bed, watching the expanding cracks.
She could wait no longer.
If they waited for the golden cocoon to dissipate naturally, the life-force within Mei Ting Kim would also be exhausted.
She had to be forcibly awakened.
It would be painful.
Extremely painful.
A forced awakening meant forcibly severing the connection between the Golden Cicada artifact and the holder's soul.
That sensation was like having a layer of skin ripped off while alive.
But Su Chan did not care.
She needed to know what had happened.
Who did it?
Why?
Su Chan raised her right hand, her index finger pointing at the weakest crack in the golden cocoon.
"Break."
A burst of incredibly pure spiritual energy erupted from her fingertip.
Like the sharpest surgical scalpel, it penetrated precisely into the depths of the crack.
CRACK-CRACK-CRACK...
Ear-piercing shattering sounds echoed in the ward.
The golden cocoon looked as if it had been detonated; countless golden shards splattered in all directions.
But upon touching the protective spiritual light on Su Chan's body, those shards melted away like snowflakes meeting a furnace.
The figure inside the cocoon was revealed.
It was the real Mei Ting Kim.
Her current state was so pathetic it was difficult to look at.
The modified qipao she wore had been reduced to tattered rags, hanging off her body and barely covering her vitals.
Massive patches of blue and purple bruising covered her fair skin.
In some places, there were even deep wounds that exposed bone; though the bleeding had stopped, the sight of the mangled flesh was still horrifying.
Her face was as pale as paper, her lips cracked, her eye sockets sunken.
The most terrifying part was her eyes.
Her eyes were open, but the pupils were dilated and completely unfocused, like two black holes.
Su Chan showed no mercy.
She reached out her right hand, gripping Mei Ting Kim's jaw and forcing her head up.
Then, she pressed her left index finger against the center of Mei Ting Kim's brow.
"Wake."
A single, simple word.
Accompanying this word, a wild surge of mental power crashed into Mei Ting Kim's brain like a flood.
It slammed violently against her sleeping consciousness.
"Ngh... AHHHH!!!"
Mei Ting Kim's body arched violently, like a shrimp whose spine had been stepped on.
A blood-curdling scream erupted from the depths of her throat.
It wasn't just physical pain; it was the tearing sensation of a soul being forcibly dragged back from slumber.
Her body convulsed wildly on the bed, cold sweat instantly soaking the sheets beneath her.
Her hands gripped the edges of the bed so hard her nails snapped, blood staining the white fabric.
"Hah... hah..."
Mei Ting Kim gasped for breath, her chest heaving.
Those dilated pupils finally began to refocus.
Panic, despair, pain... a complex mix of emotions intertwined in her eyes.
"Di... Director..."
Her voice was as hoarse as two pieces of sandpaper rubbing together.
Su Chan released her jaw and looked down at her.
"Speak."
Only one word.
No greeting, no comfort—only an absolute order.
Mei Ting Kim struggled to steady her breathing. She knew Su Chan all too well.
Before this woman, any sign of weakness or delay was a self-inflicted humiliation.
"It was... a spy from the Cultivation Realm..."
Mei Ting Kim spoke intermittently; every word brought the taste of blood to her throat.
"She... she disguised herself as my sister..."
Su Chan's brow moved slightly.
Sister?
Mei Ting Kim did indeed have a sister, but she had vanished over a decade ago, her fate unknown.
This was clearly the spy's method of disguise.
"How did she pass the bloodline verification?" Su Chan's voice remained freezing.
"She... she used my blood... and... my sister's relics..."
A flash of humiliation crossed Mei Ting Kim's eyes.
"I... I let down my guard... I thought... she had really come back..."
That spy was far too skilled in charm. Not just physical seduction, but mental induction.
She had exploited the softest weakness in Mei Ting Kim's heart regarding her sister.
In a very short time, she had breached her psychological defenses.
"And then?" Su Chan pressed.
"And then... she ambushed me."
Mei Ting Kim's body shivered, clearly recalling that terrible experience.
"Her strength was great... very great... and she was skilled in that... evil technique of sucking vital essence..."
Mei Ting Kim instinctively clamped her legs shut.
That sensation of having her vital essence forcibly sucked away—as if her very soul were being drained dry—still left her with lingering fear.
"She interrogated me..."
Mei Ting Kim's voice grew lower and lower.
"She asked about the Crystal Golems..."
Su Chan's eyes narrowed.
Crystal Golems.
That was currently the highest-level secret of the Heavenly Dao Alliance, the key to their turnaround on the battlefield.
This spy's goal was actually that.
"I... I couldn't hold out..."
Mei Ting Kim closed her eyes, two lines of clear tears sliding from her lids.
"She used a Soul-Searching Art... the kind specifically designed for female cultivators... I... I told her the source... of the Crystal Golems..."
Su Chan said nothing.
She merely watched Mei Ting Kim silently, her ink-black eyes bottomless, making it impossible to guess what she was thinking.
Mei Ting Kim swallowed a mouthful of bloody saliva and continued:
"She knows you purchased the Crystal Golems from Jerry Rozier... she knows Jerry Rozier is at Hogwarts..."
Mei Ting Kim snapped her eyes open, looking at Su Chan in terror.
"Director! She now... she should be on her way to find Jerry!"
A deathly silence fell over the ward.
There was only the monotonous beep, beep of the medical equipment.
Su Chan stood before the bed, motionless.
There was no expression on her face.
But her right hand, hanging at her side, was tightening with agonizing slowness.
Her nails dug into her palm, and crimson blood dripped from the gaps of her fingers.
It blossomed into one piercing blood-flower after another on the white floor tiles.
Jerry Rozier.
That boy.
The youth who had once forced himself upon her, leaving an indelible mark across her soul and body.
The boy who mastered the Crystal Golems—artifacts capable of rewriting the rules of war.
Now, a female spy from the Cultivation Realm, an expert in seduction, had gone to find him.
Her motive was unknown. Was it assassination? To steal his technology? Or... something else?
Su Chan's mind flashed with the boy's face. That face that seemed so harmless to humans and animals alike, yet hid a madness beyond calculation. And that...
Her breathing hitched for a fleeting second.
Su Chan whipped around, turning her back to Mei Ting Kim.
"Recover well."
Her voice regained that cold, ripple-less rigidity.
"I will handle this matter."
Su Chan strode toward the ward's door.
Her stilettos hammered against the floor, producing rapid, forceful strikes.
Clack. Clack. Clack.
The moment her hand touched the brass handle, she paused.
"Regarding the clues about your sister, I will have someone investigate."
Su Chan did not look back.
"If she is still alive, I will find her."
With that, she pushed the door open and vanished.
The door slammed shut behind her with a heavy thud.
Su Chan stood in the corridor.
At the end of the hallway was a floor-to-ceiling window; outside, the sky was a churning sea of clouds.
She narrowed her eyes at the view.
Within those narrow phoenix eyes, murderous intent brewed like a gathering storm.
That spy from the Cultivation Realm.
Daring to touch her person.
Daring to covet her... resources.
No matter what that spy intended to do to Jerry, she had to get there first.
It wasn't long before Su Chan's silhouette appeared directly before Professor McGonagall's office door at Hogwarts.
She did not knock.
Su Chan raised her right foot, and those black stilettos slammed into the heavy oak door.
BOOM!
A thunderous crash.
The door—allegedly reinforced with seventeen layers of defensive magic—was ripped straight from its hinges by Su Chan's kick, which was saturated with violent spiritual energy. It flew inward, smashing onto the office carpet and kicking up a cloud of dust.
Professor McGonagall was sitting behind her desk, grading assignments.
The quill in her hand stopped dead the instant the door was kicked in.
She looked up, her green eyes behind her square spectacles flashing with an extremely dangerous light.
"Madam Su Chan."
McGonagall's voice was as cold and hard as a block of Scottish granite.
"Unless you can provide me with an exceptionally good reason, I shall detain you here on the charge of 'assaulting a member of the Hogwarts faculty'."
Su Chan strode into the office.
She ignored McGonagall's threat entirely.
"A spy from the Cultivation Realm has infiltrated Hogwarts."
Su Chan's voice was crisp and decisive.
"She has disguised herself as my subordinate, Mei Ting Kim. Her target is Jerry Rozier. Now, take me to him immediately."
McGonagall's pupils constricted violently.
Spy. Cultivation Realm. Jerry.
The combination of those three keywords made the seasoned McGonagall realize the gravity of the situation instantly.
She wasted no words.
"Move."
McGonagall rose, rounding her desk.
The two women charged out of the office, one after the other.
Su Chan's speed was blinding.
Her figure became a dark emerald afterimage in the corridors, every step leaving a shallow imprint on the flagstones.
McGonagall followed closely behind, the two of them weaving through the complex network of Hogwarts hallways at high speed.
"Where is Jerry's dormitory?" Su Chan asked without looking back.
"Slytherin, boys' residential area," McGonagall replied. "But he's rarely in his room. He's usually at—"
"I know about the Alchemy Workshop," Su Chan interrupted. "Dormitory first."
Three minutes later.
They stood before Jerry's dormitory door.
Su Chan raised her foot again, ready to repeat her entry method.
"Wait." McGonagall pressed a hand onto her shoulder. "This is a student residence; you cannot enter with violence."
Su Chan took a deep breath, suppressing her internal agitation.
McGonagall stepped forward and tapped the door gently with her wand.
"Jerry? Are you in there?"
No response.
McGonagall whispered, "Alohomora."
The lock clicked, and the door swung open slowly.
Su Chan and McGonagall looked inside simultaneously.
The room was tidy.
Grey sheets were spread over the bed, and several open Alchemy textbooks sat on the desk. In the corner was a small workbench holding some unfinished alchemical components.
And in the chair in the center of the room sat a cat.
A small, snow-white kitty with emerald-green eyes.
Catherine.
She was perched on the chair, her front paws clutching a copy of A Guide to Advanced Transfiguration, with a steaming cup of coffee sitting beside her. Seeing Su Chan and McGonagall barge in, her green eyes blinked, and her ears twitched.
"Meow?"
Catherine let out a confused cry.
Then she saw the murderous expression on Su Chan's face.
Catherine's ears flattened instantly, and her tail puffed into a bottle-brush.
She dropped the book, leaped from the chair, and shifted into her human form.
"What's happened?" Catherine's voice held a tremor of nerves.
"Where is Jerry?" Su Chan nearly roared.
"He... he hasn't come back to the dorm since classes ended this afternoon."
"Which teacher?"
Su Chan's face turned a lethal shade of iron-blue.
"The spy."
She turned and sprinted out.
"Follow me!"
McGonagall and Catherine exchanged a look and immediately gave chase.
The three began a floor-by-floor search of Hogwarts.
Su Chan released her mental perception, her power sweeping through every corner of the castle like a physical weight. McGonagall used her authority to activate the internal tracking network of the castle.
Catherine utilized the keen sense of smell from her feline form to weave between the levels.
Five minutes later.
They encountered Draco Malfoy in a second-floor corridor.
The Slytherin scion was leaning against a wall, boredly performing tricks with his wand. Seeing the three women charging toward him with such ferocity, he stood up straight instantly.
"Are you looking for Jerry?" Malfoy asked.
"Where is he?" Su Chan grabbed Malfoy by the collar and hoisted him up.
"Put... put me down!" Malfoy's eyes rolled as he was choked. "He went to find Mei Ting Kim! To her dormitory!"
"How do you know?"
"At the end of class... I saw it! Mei Ting Kim cornered Jerry in the hallway, and then they went to the faculty residential area together!"
Su Chan let go, and Malfoy slumped to the floor.
"Faculty wing. Third floor."
Su Chan was already gone.
McGonagall and Catherine were hot on her heels.
Third floor, Guest Faculty Wing.
The corridor was silent.
Su Chan's perception quickly locked onto the location of Mei Ting Kim's room.
the mahogany door was shut tight.
Beneath the gap, a sliver of warm yellow light bled through.
Su Chan did not hesitate.
She raised her leg and kicked the door wide.
BANG!
The door panel flew inward, slamming against the opposite wall.
Su Chan stormed into the room.
McGonagall and Catherine followed.
And then.
The three of them froze simultaneously.
The expressions on their faces, the moment they saw the scene inside, became incredibly... complex.
It was a cocktail of shock, embarrassment, speechlessness, and a trace of an indescribable sense of absurdity.
In the room.
The air was saturated with a suffocatingly thick scent of milk and musk.
Countless pieces of private lingerie were suspended in the air, swaying gently with a rhythmic vibration.
And on the massive bed in the center of the room.
Jerry was sprawled over the back of a woman.
The woman was, without a doubt, the Cultivation Realm spy disguised as Mei Ting Kim.
Her current posture was utterly pathetic.
She was face-down on the bed, her hands tied behind her back with her own black silk stockings. Her once-glamorous face was buried deep into the pillow, her mouth stuffed with a pair of lace panties grabbed from who-knows-where, leaving her only able to emit muffled, "mmh-mmh" groans.
The dark purple modified qipao she wore had been shredded into rags, barely hanging off her frame. Her pale back was covered in red fingerprints and bite marks—the territorial markers left by Jerry.
Her buttocks were propped high, her long legs forced wide apart with her knees on the mattress, her toes curled tight.
And Jerry...
Was currently in a posture of absolute dominance, pinning this plump, mature woman beneath him.
That thing...
The gazes of Su Chan, McGonagall, and Catherine landed involuntarily on that meat-root emerging from Jerry's crotch—so thick it made their scalps tingle.
It was currently buried deep between the spy's legs.
The dimensions of that meat-root defied all common sense.
The thickness was comparable to an adult's forearm, and its length protruded significantly from the spy's gluteal cleft, with the tip reaching all the way to her lower abdomen.
The spy's tunnel was stretched to its absolute limit by this massive object; the skin at the entrance was so taut it appeared nearly transparent, allowing the thick shaft to be seen bulging and undulating with every thrust.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
Jerry's hips were pumping with an incredibly steady and powerful rhythm.
With every lunge, his crotch slammed hard against the spy's plump butt-cheeks, producing a crisp, loud sound of flesh impacting flesh.
SMACK!
"Mgh...!"
The spy's body convulsed violently with every strike, a broken moan squeezing past her gag.
A massive amount of fluid erupted from the junction of their bodies.
Squish. Squelch. Slurp.
The wet sounds.
Incredibly loud and incredibly lewd water-sounds.
Every time Jerry's cock pulled out and slammed back in, it dragged out a gush of fluid, producing that face-reddening, wet friction.
The spy's canal was clearly unable to withstand this level of violation.
Her inner walls continuously secreted fluid under the friction of the massive object, attempting to soothe the tearing pain, but those juices only served to make the wet sounds louder and more frequent.
Smack-smack-smack-smack...
Jerry's frequency accelerated.
His hands were clamped tight onto the spy's waist, his fingers sinking into her plump flesh and leaving deep indentations.
His abdominal muscles tensed with every thrust, forming a series of fluid, powerful lines.
Squelch! Slurp! Squish!
The wet sounds became more violent.
The spy's body began to undergo uncontrollable spasms.
Her toes curled to their limit, and the muscles of her calves stood out like cords.
"Mmmph-mmmph...!!!"
Splash.
The sound was like a miniature fountain.
Su Chan, McGonagall, and Catherine stood at the door, taking it all in.
On their faces, the look of speechlessness had reached its peak.
Su Chan's lip twitched.
She had come to save Jerry.
She had been frantic with worry, sprinting all the way here, even kicking down McGonagall's door, all to stop this spy before she could make a move on Jerry.
And the result?
The result was what she was seeing now...
How the hell did it turn into this?
Su Chan took a deep breath.
"Jerry."
Her voice was freezing.
Jerry, mid-thrust, stopped his motion.
He turned his head slowly, looking at the three women in the doorway.
There was no embarrassment or panic on his face.
He simply tilted his head slightly, his grey eyes carrying a confusion that asked, "What are you three doing here?"
"Get in."
Su Chan said.
Her voice was soft, but her tone was absolute.
McGonagall's eyebrow arched.
"Madam Su Chan, are you certain?"
"I said, get in."
Su Chan stepped forward, re-entering the room that was saturated with the smell of milk and musk.
McGonagall and Catherine exchanged a glance and then followed her inside.
The three women entered the room.
Jerry remained sprawled over the spy's back.
Jerry had stopped moving, his meat-root buried deep within the spy, with only the base of the shaft still visible, coated in white foam from the mixture of their fluids.
He turned his head again, watching the three women approach.
His grey eyes held a trace of curiosity.
"What do you want to do?"
he asked.
His tone was flat, as if asking if they wanted tea.
Su Chan stood by the bed, looking down at Jerry.
Looking at this boy who had forced her.
Looking at that lethal weapon that had once ravaged her insides.
Her breathing grew increasingly rapid.
"To help you."
Su Chan uttered those three words.
Jerry's eyebrow twitched.
"Help me?"
"She is too dry."
"Your size is too massive. If you don't lubricate her properly, you will break her insides."
Su Chan's voice was very calm, as if stating a medical fact.
But her hands were already trembling slightly.
Jerry watched her.
Then he let out a chuckle.
"Fine."
He pulled out from the spy's body.
Plop.
The thing was fully exposed to the air.
It was still in a state of full erection, the thick shaft covered in winding veins, the head a dark red bordering on purple, coated in a layer of viscous fluid from the mixture of their bodies.
Its dimensions were laid bare before the three women.
Su Chan's breath stalled for a second.
She knew the terror of this thing all too well.
"Kneel."
Jerry said to Su Chan.
Su Chan's body stiffened for a heartbeat.
Then, she knelt.
Her knees landed on the soft carpet with an incredibly faint thud.
Her hands braced on her thighs, her body leaning forward slightly. That cold, glamorous face was now less than twenty centimeters from the thick meat-root.
She could smell it.
The musk that belonged to Jerry, mixed with the spy's fluids, created an incredibly intense, dizzying aroma.
Su Chan extended her right hand.
Her fingers trembled as she gripped the shaft of the cock.
The sensation in her palm left her mind blank.
Scalding. Hard. Thick.
Her fingers were completely unable to meet; a gap of nearly four centimeters remained between her fingertips and thumb.
She began to stroke it up and down.
The motion was slow and clumsy. Her palm slid over the shaft, evenly smearing the liquids clinging to it.
Slurp. Slurp. Slurp.
The sound of her palm rubbing the meat was exceptionally clear in the quiet room.
"Harder."
Jerry said.
Su Chan's grip tightened. She could feel the veins in the thing throbbing in her palm, every beat like a hammer against her own heart.
Her other hand reached out as well, both hands together gripping the mid-section of the shaft.
Even with both hands, she could only cover about two-thirds of the length. The rest... including that massive head... remained exposed to the air.
Squish. Squelch.
The speed of the stroking increased. Su Chan's palms slid rapidly over the shaft, squeezing out the mixed fluids with a wet sound.
Jerry let out a grunt.
"Use your mouth."
Su Chan's movement stopped.
She looked up at Jerry.
Jerry was looking down at her, his grey eyes carrying a natural sense of command.
Su Chan bit her lip.
Then she lowered her head and opened her mouth.
Her lips enveloped the tip.
"Mmh..."
Her cheeks were stretched taut and bulging. The size of the head far exceeded the capacity of her mouth; her jaw was opened to its limit, her lips forming a thin, white line of tension.
Her tongue worked frantically in her mouth, licking the underside of the glans. Saliva secreted constantly, overflowing from the corners of her mouth and trailing down the shaft.
Glug. Slurp.
The sounds of suction rang out.
Su Chan's head began to move up and down, pulling the front of the meat-root in and out of her oral cavity.
She could only swallow about a third of its length; the rest was still held by her hands, jerking in coordination with her mouth.
"Mmmph-mmmph... mmh..."
Muffled sounds came from her nose.
The thing continued to swell in her mouth, filling every corner and making it almost impossible for her to breathe...