Amelia's palm was wrapped around Jerry's waist just like that.
Her figure was tall, far exceeding women of the same age.
Before her, Jerry was more like a plush doll that hadn't fully grown yet.
Lifted by Amelia with one hand, Jerry's feet actually dangled in mid-air.
Being a good distance from the ground, he could only swing his legs helplessly.
This posture made Jerry feel like a child caught in a prank by an adult.
Amelia took her time sizing him up.
Her gaze slid from Jerry's flushed and startled face, moving downward past his slightly thin but firm chest.
Finally, it came to rest between Jerry's legs.
That thick cock, which had just been ravaging the Slytherin Prefect's mouth, was now hanging half-limp.
It was still stained with Isabella's saliva and Jerry's own fluids, looking like a total mess.
Looking at the scene, the initial playfulness in Amelia's eyes was gradually replaced by a more complex emotion.
She had no children of her own.
Her marriage to Minister Fudge was her first, but Fudge was on his second marriage.
He had a son and a daughter of his own, but they were not close to her.
Furthermore, for these reasons, Fudge had no intention of having another child.
So, as Amelia looked at this youth—the only bloodline left by her former best friend—a strange mix of maternal protection and intense possessiveness surged uncontrollably from her heart.
Of course, Amelia did not know that a significant part of this sudden, intense desire originated from the passive charm on Jerry's body.
It was a system reward, merely a low-level but potent charm.
This spell didn't create emotions out of thin air, but it could catalyze the smallest seeds already present in one's heart into a towering tree.
"Let me see..."
Amelia's other hand reached over, using the back of her index finger with a casualness bordering on inspecting an item and the humor of a female predator.
She grazed the head of his member, feeling the stickiness on it.
"Oh? If I'm not mistaken, was it this thing that made our proud Miss Isabella look like that?"
Amelia's voice was very soft, carrying an unmistakable smile, yet it made Jerry's body tense up involuntarily.
Jerry could feel that where Amelia's fingertip had touched, there was actually a sign of it starting to rise again.
"Aunt Amelia, I..."
Jerry was about to say something, crafting the most pathetic excuse for the current situation.
Suddenly, a chorus of girls' giggles and chatter came from outside, piercing through the door of the stall.
"This is the place! It's my turn to clean today, so as long as that damn Isabella doesn't mind her own business, it'll be fine to use it secretly!"
"Wait, is the wooden sign already up?"
"It seems that bitch is already inside. Follow me!"
It was a familiar voice—Cressida.
It turned out that the Gryffindor Quidditch practice had also ended.
Cressida clearly wanted to take advantage of her cleaning duty to bring a few close friends here for a hot bath.
The noisy footsteps drew closer; they had clearly entered the main door of the washroom.
The smile on Amelia's face didn't change as she looked at the naked Jerry hanging in the air.
Her eyes were full of anticipation.
The meaning was clear: Little guy, you need to beg me now.
Jerry found it funny in his heart, but his face turned red and white as if he had no other choice.
Immediately, Jerry gritted his teeth and squeezed a few words through them.
"Aunt... Amelia, help me."
"Of course."
Amelia agreed without the slightest hesitation, as if she had been waiting for those words.
With a gentle wave of her free hand, the anti-magic field in the washroom was silently dispelled.
Then, Amelia pointed her finger at the floor, and a soft white light flashed.
The mess of water and body fluids beneath Isabella vanished without a trace, and the floor became as dry as before.
Even Isabella's soaked robes were restored to dryness.
Only then did Amelia release her grip on Jerry, setting him on the ground.
She leaned down and, like picking up a ragdoll, helped up Isabella, whose legs were weak and whose eyes were vacant.
Then, Amelia reached out her other arm, naturally sliding it under Jerry's armpit.
She clamped Jerry under her arm and led them both quickly toward the bathroom behind the frosted glass door.
As the glass door closed behind them, the chatter outside was cut off.
Clamped in Amelia's embrace, Jerry was pressed tightly against her body.
Through the thin fabric, Jerry smelled a refreshing, post-bath fragrance.
With a subconscious glance, he realized Amelia was only wearing a large white bathrobe.
The belt of the robe was tied loosely, leaving large patches of skin exposed.
Her skin, steaming in the warm vapor of the bathroom, radiated a delicate glow as smooth as the finest milk.
Before he could look more, Amelia had turned around and waved at the glass door again.
A nearly invisible ripple of magical energy flashed, and the barrier spell outside was reactivated.
Before it closed, she had directly snatched up Jerry's clothes which were left outside.
Amelia stuck out her tongue and said cutely, "I almost forgot your clothes."
Once the heavy frosted glass door was closed, Jerry truly saw the scene inside and couldn't help but gasp.
From the outside, the area behind the door was always shrouded in mist, making everything indistinct.
Jerry thought it was just an ordinary shower room, but stepping inside, he understood why this third-floor girls' washroom was rumored to be so miraculous.
The space here had been expanded at least dozens of times by the Undetectable Extension Charm.
Before his eyes was a massive, steaming hot spring pool.
The pool was not a regular shape but was built from rocks of various sizes covered in moss.
The edges were dotted with damp ferns, as if a natural outdoor hot spring had been moved entirely into Hogwarts Castle.
Opposite the pool, along the wall, seven or eight independent stalls were neatly arranged.
The walls of each stall were made of smooth white marble, with silver showerheads hanging inside—clearly for those who had finished their soak.
This place was more like a private, luxurious spa center than a simple school bathroom.
In the deepest part of the pool, the thick steam had condensed into a physical white mist, making everything hazy.
But behind that white mist, the sound of splashing water and the laughter of several women could be heard faintly.
"...So Fudge actually believed it? Merlin's beard, he's getting stupider by the day."
The voice carried a unique, stern tone that Jerry knew very well—it was Professor McGonagall.
The commotion of Amelia and the others entering clearly alerted them.
The water sounds paused, and Professor McGonagall's voice came through clearly: "Amelia? Did you bring the wine?"
Amelia immediately put an index finger to her lips, signaling Jerry to be silent, her eyes full of the joy of a successful prank.
Amelia called out in response, "Coming, Minerva! I spent a moment looking for it on the shelf."
Meanwhile, her hands didn't stop moving for a second.
In a few quick moves, Amelia undid Isabella's already messy wizard robes and ripped them off along with her underwear.
This revealed the girl's tight-lined body, slightly flushed from the afterglow of her climax.
Then, Amelia grabbed Isabella's arm and, without pity, tossed her into a shallow part of the pool with a splash, kicking up a large spray of water.
Strangely enough, though Isabella was limp and exhausted and should have sunk like a stone, a bizarre thing happened.
The pool water seemed to possess a special buoyancy; her body didn't sink but floated face-up on the surface.
Her eyes were half-closed, her pupils still somewhat dilated, clearly not yet fully recovered from the intense physiological shock.
More eerily, a weak but continuous current was pushing her body uncontrollably toward the deepest part of the hot spring where the mist was thickest.
And behind that mist was exactly where McGonagall and the others were talking.
Having finished this, Amelia turned back and leaned close to Jerry's ear.
In a voice only they could hear, she whispered through the hot steam, "If you don't want to be caught, stay close to me. Today, you're going to get quite an eyeful."
As she spoke, the wicked grin at the corner of her mouth became more obvious.
Amelia then casually untied the belt of her bathrobe.
The large white robe slid off her smooth shoulders like opening flower petals, finally piling at her feet.
A mature and voluptuous body was thus displayed unshielded before Jerry's eyes.
Unlike Isabella's youthful tightness, Amelia's body was full of the unique roundness and fullness of a mature woman.
Her full breasts rose and fell slightly with her breathing, and below her flat stomach was a patch of golden hair, carefully groomed into a beautiful triangle.
Dampened by the steam, the color appeared exceptionally deep.
"Does it look good?"
Amelia's voice was low and magnetic, like a breeze brushing against his ear.
Jerry's breath caught, and he quickly looked away, his voice feeling dry. "Aunt Amelia, I... I could actually hide in one of those smaller pools over there..."
Amelia let out a light laugh and shook her head. "Those small pools? When that group of little sparrows outside comes in, those will be the first places to be occupied."
"They certainly wouldn't soak in the same pool as their Head of House."
Amelia gave Jerry no chance to argue; she reached out and easily scooped him up horizontally.
Holding him like a child, she pressed Jerry tightly against her warm, soft chest.
"Ah!" Jerry let out a soft cry.
Before he could struggle, Amelia had already plunged into the deepest part of the hot spring pool where the mist was thickest.
The warm water instantly enveloped them both, and the thick steam swallowed their figures, isolating them from the outside world.
"Isabella?"
Professor McGonagall's voice carried a hint of surprise, piercing through the mist.
Clearly, she had finally noticed the body that had floated silently near them with the current.
Almost at the same moment the words fell, Amelia's voice rang out, her tone relaxed as if nothing had happened.
"I'm the one who let her in. It seems the child was too tired from training and fell asleep as soon as she got in."
"But that's normal; this hot spring has a calming effect and accelerates mana recovery."
Amelia acted as if she were performing a magic trick; she reached into the thick mist and snatched a bottle of white wine covered in condensation and three goblets out of thin air.
"Come, Minerva, try the good stuff I brought first."
In the shadow cast by Amelia's tall and voluptuous body, Jerry only dared to peek half his head above the water, breathing cautiously.
Fortunately, the mist here was thick enough, and with Amelia intentionally using her body as a shield, the others in the pool didn't notice.
Amidst this erotic scenery, a boy who shouldn't be there was hidden behind Amelia's back.
Amelia casually placed the three goblets on the water's surface.
Strangely, the glass wine cups didn't sink but floated steadily like three little boats.
Amelia uncorked the bottle and poured the amber liquid, carrying a sweet fruity scent, into the cups.
The crisp aroma of wine immediately mixed with the steam of the hot spring, creating an even more intoxicating scent.
She flicked her fingertips toward two of the cups. One cup glided smoothly across the water as if carried by an invisible waiter, stopping in front of Professor McGonagall.
The other glided toward the other side of the pool, stopping beside a woman who was leaning casually against the edge.
That woman had an amazing pair of assets, nearly half of which were resting on the water, swaying gently with her breathing and sending ripples across the surface.
The mist of the hot spring cleared a bit at that moment, allowing Jerry, hidden behind Amelia, to see her profile—it was Alicia.
Jerry subconsciously swallowed a mouthful of saliva.
Those were simply too big.
No wonder she always seemed a bit slow; was it because all the body's nutrients were supplied there?
It must be exhausting just to stand up.
Beside Alicia, a young girl was holding a comb, carefully brushing Alicia's wet, long hair—it must be her sister, Liliana.
Liliana smelled the wine, her small nose twitching uncontrollably as her eyes lit up, looking toward Amelia.
Before she could speak, Professor McGonagall's voice rang out directly, with unquestionable sternness: "You may not drink."
She paused, seemingly organizing her words, before saying slowly, "This white wine is brewed with dragon blood..."
Before Professor McGonagall could finish, Amelia interrupted her with a melodious laugh.
"It's not that dramatic, Minerva." Amelia said, filling a fourth goblet halfway for Liliana, who was staring at her pleadingly. "A little taste for a child won't hurt."
The wine cup glided steadily to Liliana as well.
While doing all this, Amelia's body turned in the water like an elegant mermaid.
Amelia's plump, rounded buttocks—whether intentionally or not—rubbed neither lightly nor heavily across Jerry's cock.
His member had just reacted again to the erotic sight and was standing half-erect.
The contact with her soft, elastic flesh through the warm water instantly sent an electric shock through Jerry's body.
His entire thing snapped into a full erection, pressing straight against Amelia's lower back.
The hard, scalding shaft pressing against her waist and buttocks caused Amelia's movements to pause for a second.
Amelia was first startled, but then a knowing smile surfaced in her heart.
Youth is truly wonderful!
Instead of pulling away, Amelia acted as if she had found a comfortable cushion, shifting her center of gravity slightly backward.
With this movement, Amelia's waist swayed gently, and her full, soft buttock flesh began to grind back and forth against the fully erect object in a slow, provocative rhythm.
The pool water was squeezed and flowed between them, making the sensation of skin-to-skin contact even more slippery and clear.
Amelia even took another small step back.
With this, her soft buttock cheeks completely enveloped and swallowed the hard object, letting it embed itself deeply into her voluptuous cleft.
Amelia could clearly feel its contour within her and its vibrant, life-filled throbbing.
Having done this, Amelia acted as if nothing were wrong, raising her own wine cup and making a pleasant invitation to the others in the mist.
"Cheers!"
Professor McGonagall and Alicia raised their cups in return, the crystal goblets clinking gently in the mist with a crisp sound.
As the wine entered their mouths, a taste mixed with fruit and a strange warm current slid down their throats.
The effect was almost instantaneous.
Liliana was the first to react. After just one small sip, two cute blushes flew onto her youthful face.
Her gaze became misty, and she stared at the wine cup on the water with a silly look, giggling.
Alicia, however, downed half a cup in one go. She let out a long, satisfied sigh, her pretty face turning a shade of scarlet.
She gave a small wine-burp and praised, "Wow, Mrs. Fudge, this wine... hic... is really good! Much better than the victory wine I had at the Department of War!"
The reactions of Professor McGonagall and Amelia were the most subtle, but only relatively speaking.
An unusual flush appeared on McGonagall's face, and her gaze softened significantly, no longer as sharp as usual.
"Of course it's good!"
Amelia took a large sip herself, a triumphant smile on her face as she began a detailed introduction.
"This is a special elven brew with a bit of fire-dragon blood added; ordinary people couldn't buy it if they tried..."
As Amelia spoke, Jerry, whose hard member was being tightly squeezed by her rear, suddenly felt something strange.
As the spiked wine slid into Amelia's stomach, a startling heat seemed to surge from deep within her body.
Her skin, which had been merely warm, now became somewhat hot to the touch.
Specifically, the two buttock cheeks clamping his cock reached a temperature that was nearly alarming, almost like a branding iron.
What shocked Jerry even more was that, even through the warm pool water, he could clearly feel it.
Deep within that hot crevice, a sticky, slippery liquid was uncontrollably and slowly seeping out.
It made the area where they were pressed together increasingly slick and muddy.
The incredible internal heat radiating outward and the growing wetness in her cleft was more than Jerry could handle.
The direct stimulation left his mouth feeling dry. Fearing he might do something irreversible if he stayed longer, Jerry began to try and shift his body back quietly.
He wanted to slowly withdraw the swollen, hard object from the warm constraint.
However, as soon as he moved, the warm body in front of him reacted.
The buttock flesh that had been softly enveloping him suddenly contracted with force.
The muscles tightened like two hot, wet gates, completely sealing Jerry's retreat.
Amelia let out an almost inaudible, lazy hum, like someone intoxicated, but she wrapped herself even tighter around him.
Jerry didn't dare make any large movements and could only continue to pull back with persistent, weak force.
After a silent struggle, Jerry finally felt a bit of loosening.
The rigid object was finally pulled out mostly, with only the purple head at the very tip still stuck in that enticing crevice.
Just then, as if Amelia could no longer support her body, she thrust her waist back with force.
Her entire buttocks stuck out backward, as if she wanted to lean more comfortably against him.
This movement caused Jerry's nearly escaped purple head to slide along the slippery cleft.
It pressed heavily against an even softer, wetter, finely-folded entrance to her secret valley.
An indescribable wave of numbness traveled up Jerry's spine. His whole body jerked, and he nearly cried out, only managing to bite his lip in time.
The texture of that spot was completely different from the firm buttock flesh surrounding it.
It was the ultimate softness and indentation, like a warm secret cave waiting to be explored.
And Amelia seemed to feel something from this contact as well; her buttocks clamping Jerry contracted subconsciously.
This caused the wet folds to swallow his tip a bit deeper.
All of this occurred amidst the thick steam and soft conversation. The women in the depths of the pool enjoyed their wine and relaxation.
They were completely unaware of the taboo-challenging intimacy occurring behind the mist just a few steps away.
Seeing no way to retreat, Jerry found his mind overwhelmed by a surge of primal fire.
Jerry simply steeled his heart, licked his dry lips, and his two small hands exploring underwater boldly gripped Amelia's full, firm buttock cheeks directly.
The sensation in his palms was warm and elastic, like two balls of fine silk wrapping around warm jade.
Jerry stopped trying to pull back. He stabilized his position and applied gentle force with his waist and abdomen.
Using his already rock-hard member, he began a slow but determined rhythm of thrusting and grinding within that slippery, muddy cleft.
Jerry didn't dare truly shove it in; he only used the hard head to repeatedly probe and rub against that soft contact point in a shallow, rhythmic motion.
This sudden, even more direct stimulation caused Amelia's body to react.
Her entire frame stiffened for a moment, as if she hadn't expected the young pervert to be so bold.
But a split second later, that stiffness turned into a wave of fine shivers.
It originated deep within her body where the friction was occurring and rapidly spread to every limb.
A heat flow even more violent than the glass of dragon blood wine shot up from her lower abdomen.
Amelia's cheeks, neck, and even her chest flushed with a drunken shade of crimson.
The two full red points on Amelia's chest stood erect uncontrollably in the warm pool water.
They became like two hard red beans, poking against the ripples of the water.
Meanwhile, that private area Jerry was repeatedly rubbing gushed with wave after wave of scalding honey.
This warm current was so abundant that, even surrounded by the hot spring water, Jerry could clearly feel the area where they were pressed together becoming increasingly slick.
Each rub brought up a sticky, faint sound of squelching—an ambiguous, wet noise.
Amelia's hand holding the goblet actually started to go weak, her knuckles turning white as she nearly lost her grip on the slender stem.
Amelia instinctively wanted to clamp her legs, but due to the hard object behind her, she couldn't bring them together.
She could only twist her waist in vain, letting out faint, ghostly moans suppressed deep in her throat.
Alicia and Liliana had long ago become dazed from the drink; one was leaning back in thought, while the other began humming a tuneless song, completely failing to notice the abnormality.
However, Professor McGonagall was not so slow.
Minerva keenly perceived the momentary stiffness of Amelia's body and the subsequent unnatural trembling.
Minerva's own cheeks were flushed from the alcohol, but her gaze remained clear.
She knew Amelia had suffered severe trauma during the border wars, which had left her with lingering health issues.
McGonagall assumed the dragon-blood-spiked liquor had triggered an old injury.
McGonagall's brow furrowed slightly, a trace of concern appearing in her eyes.
Her palm silently brushed aside the water, and like an elegant fish, she swam unobtrusively to Amelia's side.
"Amelia?"
McGonagall's voice was very low, filled with concern. "You don't look well. Is the kick from this wine too much? Are you feeling uncomfortable?"
McGonagall's concerned voice rang in her ear like a needle popping the dream woven of desire and alcohol.
Amelia almost reflexively took a small step back. This movement was perfectly timed to let her voluptuous body completely block Jerry from McGonagall's line of sight.
At the same time, a perfectly measured look of pain mixed with helplessness appeared on Amelia's face.
"It's nothing, Minerva!" Amelia's voice took on an imperceptible rasp, suppressing a pant. "Just an old problem... maybe the dragon blood in this wine is too strong, making my magic a bit... uncontrollable."
As Amelia spoke, she quietly reached one hand behind her back, groping underwater.
She accurately found the small hand causing trouble on her buttocks.
She gripped Jerry's wrist and pushed outward with force, her nails even sinking slightly into Jerry's skin, silently commanding him to stop immediately.
However, instead of stopping, Jerry seemed to have his desire ignited even further by Amelia's resistance.
Instead of pulling back, Jerry wrapped his other hand around Amelia's soft waist, pinning her even tighter against his front.
"Mmh..."
An irrepressible moan escaped Amelia's throat.
Amelia quickly covered it with a light cough, but her body had gone so weak from the persistent stimulation that she was nearly leaning her entire weight against Professor McGonagall's supporting arm.
Her hand behind her back exerted force again, even starting to pinch Jerry, while her mouth silently and urgently formed two words: "Don't move!"
Professor McGonagall steadied her swaying arm, asking with concern, "Should I help you out to rest for a bit?"
"No... no need!" Amelia's voice was beginning to tremble, though whether from pleasure or fear, she didn't know. "Just let... let me catch my breath for a moment..."
Before she could finish, Jerry—as if intentionally challenging her limits—gave his hips a sudden, violent thrust forward.
"Ah!"
Amelia could no longer hold it back. A scream, a mixture of shock and intense pleasure, burst from her lips. Her entire body felt as if the bones had been removed; her legs went soft, and she collapsed backward.
"Amelia!"
Professor McGonagall was about to catch Amelia's slumping body and lean over to see what exactly was behind her when a sudden burst of chattering and noise erupted from the bathroom entrance.
"Wow, the mist in here is so thick!"
"I've been at school for so many years, and this is my first time here!"
Cressida, the tall and masculine "Hard Butch" seventh-year Gryffindor Prefect, walked in leading a group of other seventh-year girls.
They were wrapped only in simple bath towels, laughing and playing along the way, their youthful energy instantly shattering the original tranquility of the hot spring.
However, when Cressida's gaze fell upon the pile of clothes discarded haphazardly by the side of the pool, her expression darkened instantly.
Cressida recognized at a glance who that messy wizard robe and the underwear belonged to.
After all, the seventh-year Prefect badge and the Slytherin House crest on the robe already declared exactly who the owner was.
"Isabella!"
Cressida's voice dripped with undisguised contempt and loathing, as if she were reciting the name of something filthy: "That damn Slytherin bitch really is in here!"
A girl beside Cressida chimed in: "She actually dared to come here? How shameless!"
Cressida ripped the towel from her body, revealing her curvaceous form, and spoke furiously to her companions: "Let's go! Sisters, we're going down there to give this 'unwelcome guest' a proper greeting!"
With that, Cressida prepared to lead the girls into the mist-filled pool.
At that hair-trigger moment, Professor McGonagall snapped around. Her authoritative voice echoed through the entire bathroom, instantly freezing everyone in their tracks.
"That is enough, Cressida!"
Professor McGonagall's face was ashen. Her usually stern eyes were now as sharp as blades, seemingly capable of piercing through the mist. Jerry was so startled he didn't dare move another muscle. "This is the faculty bathroom, not your common room! Either go soak quietly in the smaller pools nearby, or get out right now!"
Faced with the wrath of their Head of House, even the most fearless Gryffindors withered instantly.
Cressida stuck her tongue out sheepishly, but ultimately led her "little sparrows" toward the smaller hot spring pools with a look of lingering dissatisfaction.
This sudden interlude gave Amelia and Jerry a perfect chance to catch their breath.
Professor McGonagall's attention had been completely diverted, and she momentarily stopped worrying about Amelia's "old injury" resurfacing.
Taking advantage of this golden opportunity while McGonagall was busy scolding the students, Amelia acted immediately.
Amelia exerted force with her waist, leaning her body forward, while the hand behind her back snapped its fingers together. Using her palm, she forcefully shoved the hard, scalding object out from between her legs.
With a soft pop, the member, coated in slippery fluid, was forcibly stripped from Amelia's moist cleft.
But Amelia didn't stop there.
The moment she pushed it out, she reached back with a reverse grip, clutching the still-erect cock entirely within her warm, soft palm.
She used this grip to firmly control it, preventing the brazen little bastard from launching another sneak attack during the chaos.
Having secured him, Amelia adjusted her stance and, using the motion of turning around, shoved Jerry entirely into a patch of much thicker mist where it was nearly impossible to see one's own hand.
Jerry also knew this was no time for recklessness. Following the momentum of Amelia's push, he retreated backward, his figure quickly vanishing into the dense fog of the hot spring water.
However, in his haste to get away from Amelia and McGonagall, Jerry failed to notice what was directly behind him—Alicia, who was leaning against the pool edge, her eyes hazy with intoxication.
Jerry's retreating body slammed squarely and unmistakably into an incredible, warm, and soft place.
It felt as if he had crashed into two massive, elastic marshmallows.
Those two proud peaks shook violently from the sudden impact, completely enveloping and swallowing Jerry's back. Part of the soft flesh even overflowed past his shoulders on both sides.
"Mmh..."
A muddled groan escaped Alicia's lips.
She felt a bit uncomfortable from the sudden collision, but due to her drunkenness, her reactions were slow, and she only made a sound by instinct.
The sound scared Jerry nearly to death.
Without thinking, he spun around and clamped a hand over Alicia's mouth.
Warm, soft lips wriggled against his palm, carrying a heavy scent of white wine.
Just then, Liliana, who had been leaning beside her sister, opened her eyes groggily.
When she clearly saw the soaking wet boy covering her sister's mouth, she froze for a second, and then a delighted smile bloomed on her face.
"Jerry? It really is you!"
Liliana spoke while wobbling over, reeking of alcohol.
"Shh!" Jerry's face went pale with fright. He quickly freed his other hand to put an index finger to his lips, making an incredibly urgent gesture for silence.
Liliana wasn't sure if she understood or not, but she mimicked Jerry, drawing a finger across her lips in a "zipper" motion before revealing a cute "I get it" smile.
Immediately after, she pressed herself tightly against him, squeezing into Jerry's other side.
In an instant, Jerry was completely sandwiched between the two sisters.
Behind him were Alicia's two massive, impressively developed breasts, as soft as giant water bags, allowing his entire back to sink into them.
And in front of him were Liliana's full mounds, which, though slightly more youthful, were packed with a girl's elasticity.
The two sisters, their bodies scalding hot from the alcohol, wrapped around him from both sides, plunging him instantly into a world of warmth and softness, smelling of wine and girlhood.
Liliana brought her small head close to his ear and said excitedly in a voice she thought was quiet, but was actually quite loud: "I want those pretty pieces of jewelry too!"
"You..."
Jerry nearly choked with irritation. He quickly reached out another hand to cover her mouth as well, screaming in his heart with silent tears: My lady, keep your voice down! I'll give you whatever you want!
Despite Jerry covering her mouth, Liliana didn't panic at all. Instead, her eyes, shimmering with watery intoxication, gazed at Jerry brilliantly.
Liliana made "mmph-mmph" noises while thrusting her chest forward.
Those mounds—not as grand as her sister Alicia's, but already remarkably sized for a girl her age—slammed hard against Jerry's arms and ribs.
The incredible elasticity and softness made Jerry feel as if he had been hit by two lumps of warm jelly.
Jerry's palm was held tight against her mouth, but her voice still leaked through the gaps between his fingers, carrying a heavy alcoholic scent and a pouting, spoiled tone:
"Do you want to... touch them? Mmph... they're very, very soft..."
As she spoke, Liliana seemed to feel that using just her own wasn't sincere enough. She actually released her hold on Jerry's arm and reached for her sister beside her.
Liliana's small hands groped over Alicia's mountainous chest and accurately gripped one of the heavy mounds. As if lifting a giant, ripe peach, she shoved it forcefully toward Jerry.
The tip of Alicia's massive peak—the nipple already standing tall and appearing exceptionally pink and hard due to the alcohol and the hot spring steam—was delivered squarely to Jerry's mouth, nearly touching his lips.
"Take a bite!" Liliana's voice was full of seduction, like she was sharing her favorite candy. "It feels so good! I used to bite them every day when I was little. They're as soft as marshmallows but with a little bit of chew. My treat!"
Jerry's brain nearly stopped functioning.
Right before him was a stretch of snowy skin flushed with an alluring red from drink, and that pink nipple that seemed to radiate the scent of milk and wine.
Jerry could even see the fine wrinkles and the texture of the skin.
One small opening of his mouth, and he could take this tempting forbidden fruit inside.
From behind, the pressure was equally immense.
Alicia's unconscious breathing caused her chest to rise and fall, making those two massive breasts rub slowly and powerfully against his back, as if they wanted to mash him into the soft abyss.
Seeing Jerry fail to react for a long time, Liliana became so anxious she was almost in tears. She made "whimpering" nasal sounds into his palm, mumbling muddledly:
"Those jewels... they're so pretty... I want them too... Mmph... I've never had jewelry that beautiful..."
That look of being on the verge of tears and feeling deeply wronged appeared exceptionally pitiable and cute under the influence of alcohol, like a kitten ignored by its owner and desperate for affection.
This sight completely demolished the final line of defense in Jerry's heart.
"It's just jewelry, isn't it?"
Jerry finally released his hand from Liliana's mouth. He instead cupped her youthful, elastic breasts and whispered fiercely yet dotingly into her ear: "Keep quiet, and you can have as much as you want! I promise to cover you in jewelry from head to toe!"
Before the words had even finished, Jerry lowered his head and opened his mouth. He didn't go for Alicia's side; instead, he bit down on Liliana's own right peak, right on that pink, erect nipple.
Jerry didn't dare use too much force, only gently grinding the tender bud with his teeth while his tongue circled the area incessantly.
The texture was exactly as Liliana had described—soft as a marshmallow, with a wonderful gummy-like chew.
"Eek!"
Liliana shuddered violently, letting out a suppressed, short cry. She went limp, pressing herself even tighter against Jerry's body.
Simultaneously, Jerry's free hand reached unceremoniously for the even grander mountain range of Alicia behind him.
Those breasts were simply too large; Jerry couldn't even fully grasp one with a single hand.
He could only spread his palm as if sinking it into a massive, warm lump of dough, squeezing and kneading with force.
Beneath his palm was an unbelievable softness and a heavy sense of flesh.
Jerry's five fingers sank deep into it, and he could clearly feel the full snowy peaks being squeezed into various shapes within his grip. Every knead sent a heart-stopping wave of movement through the flesh.
In her drunken dream, Alicia seemed to feel something as well. She let out a comfortable sigh and unconsciously leaned her body closer to him, allowing Jerry's hand to explore that soft territory even deeper.
As Jerry was immersed in this warm dreamscape, the voices of Professor McGonagall and Amelia drifted through the mist nearby.
"...Are you sure you're alright? You still look quite pale."
It was McGonagall's voice, carrying a trace of lingering concern.
"I'm truly fine, Minerva. Perhaps the steam in here is just too much; I feel a bit stifled."
Amelia's voice sounded weak but relatively steady.
"Very well!"
Hearing this, McGonagall's worried expression softened slightly. "Then lean here for a moment. I'll go check on those two girls to make sure they haven't actually had too much to drink."
As McGonagall spoke, her gaze pierced through the hazy mist toward the direction of Alicia and Liliana.
"Wine brewed with dragon blood has a massive kick; ordinary witches would pass out from just a little. If they've actually passed out in the pool, something bad could happen."
With that, Professor McGonagall said no more. She turned and brushed aside the water, swimming with an unquestionable momentum straight toward the sisters.
The sound was like a bucket of ice water over Jerry's head.
Jerry's movements hitched. His instinct was to let go and get away.
However, Liliana in his arms wouldn't let him go.
Jerry's mouth leaving her breast caused Liliana to emit a dissatisfied, nasal grunt.
Liliana twisted her body, actively shoving her chest toward his mouth again while her slender arms wrapped around his neck, pinning him in place.
Meanwhile, further away in the smaller pools, the laughter and splashing of Cressida and her "little sparrows" drifted through the fog.
Their laughter was crisp and loud, filled with carefree youthful energy.
One sound was close at hand, filled with authority and danger. The other was distant, filled with noise and vitality.
The massive risk and imminent threat instead spawned a madness born of desperation.
Jerry's brain went blank, leaving only primal instinct.
Jerry didn't push Liliana away; instead, he raised his head and used his lips to fiercely block her mouth, which was still making dissatisfied grunts.
It wasn't a kiss so much as a venting. Jerry sucked on her soft lips with force, his tongue domineeringly prying open Liliana's teeth to taste the sweet alcoholic scent in her mouth.
Just as Liliana was turned weak by the sudden kiss and started making sweet nasal sounds, Jerry's head snapped to the other side.
He opened his mouth and bit down hard on the nipple atop Alicia's full breast.
"AH!"
A shrill scream, a mix of pain and shock, instantly shattered the silence of the bathroom.
Alicia was jarred completely awake from her drunken stupor by the sudden sharp pain. She clutched her chest, tears flowing from the agony.
The scream successfully drew everyone's attention, including Professor McGonagall, who was swimming toward them.
Taking advantage of this golden moment of chaos, Jerry acted like a slippery eel. He ducked his body down and silently dove beneath the surface of the hot spring water.
While the surface was a mess of mist, commotion, and shouts, the world beneath the water was an exceptionally clear and tranquil azure.
Jerry held his breath, hiding at the bottom of the pool, and looked up through the clear water.
He saw the bodies of the two sisters beneath the surface.
Their legs of varying lengths were slightly parted due to their unstable footing, allowing him to see their deepest secret gardens without obstruction.
Liliana's crotch, much like the girl herself, held a sense of youthful cuteness.
The hair there was sparse and light in color. Her two labia were tightly closed like a delicate, tiny pink shell, radiating a sense of pure innocence.
Her sister Alicia's, however, was a completely different scene.
It was a refined landscape that had fully matured and developed to perfection.
Thick, curly brown hair was groomed perfectly into an alluring inverted triangle. Set against that brown patch, two full labia were slightly parted, revealing an even more tender, petal-like interior, appearing exceptionally plump and inviting.
Unfortunately, it was not the time to admire and toy with this beautiful scenery.
Jerry thought it a pity but firmly branded the moving image into his mind for future recollection.
Jerry acted like a startled fish, using all limbs to swim rapidly through the clear water, intending to use the distraction on the surface to slip away undetected.
However, Jerry hadn't swum far when a pair of long, powerful legs appeared before him.
Jerry couldn't brake in time and slammed right into them.
With a muffled thud, his forehead hit a firm and warm spot.
Jerry's heart sank. He looked up and met Professor McGonagall's sharp eyes, filled with both shock and rage.
It's over.
But to his surprise, while McGonagall's face showed anger, it also held a look of "I knew it" helplessness and a trace of hidden tension.
McGonagall clearly misunderstood, thinking the lecherous brat had sneaked in to spy and had bumped into her in his frantic attempt to flee.
Alicia's crying and Amelia's shouts continued, and Cressida and the others were heading over to investigate.
Professor McGonagall's brow furrowed tightly as she made a decision in an instant.
Instead of exposing him, she grabbed Jerry's arm and, before he could react, violently pulled him behind her, using her own body to completely shield him.
"Don't make a sound!"
McGonagall's voice was pressed incredibly low, hissed through her teeth with an unquestionable authority.
Seeing the situation, Jerry immediately took the out he was given.
He huddled behind Professor McGonagall, pressing himself tightly against her buttocks—which appeared exceptionally full due to her years of physical activity. He acted the part of a terrified, obedient child.
Professor McGonagall turned around, facing the approaching Amelia and the still-crying Alicia. She spoke in a commanding tone: "Alicia, you've simply had too much to drink, and the steam has caused you to hallucinate. There is nothing here. All of you, calm down!"
McGonagall's voice successfully stabilized the scene.
Hiding behind Professor McGonagall, Jerry's cheek was pressed tight against those two firm, full buttock cheeks—completely unblocked due to her nudity. The sensation of the smooth skin, mixed with the scents of sulfur and her unique body fragrance, caused the primal fire in Jerry's body to surge once more.
But this fire was different from pure desire; it was now mixed with a sense of humiliation and the thrill of revenge.
Jerry remembered vividly how, just this morning in Professor McGonagall's own office, she had used that commanding tone to force him to provide her with that shameful service.
He remembered how, afterward, McGonagall had used her foot in its high heel to mercilessly step on his vitals. The sharp pain and the shame of being dominated remained clear in his mind.
"You stepped on me... you treated me like that this morning..."
"Now is the perfect time for payback!"
Jerry thought viciously to himself.
While Professor McGonagall was using her authoritative voice to soothe Alicia, her entire attention focused on the chaos in front of her, Jerry's revenge began.
Jerry's hand was no longer tentative; with a clear purpose, he pressed it against her round, perky left buttock cheek.
Without the barrier of clothing, his palm felt the shocking elasticity and the dense texture of the flesh. Jerry squeezed hard, and the full buttock cheek was crushed and deformed within his grasp.
Jerry savored the sense of control. His fingers slid down the smooth curve into the deep, warm valley between the two cheeks.
Jerry's fingertips explored all the way down, passing the still-firm, slippery skin.
Found it.
A surge of wild joy filled Jerry's heart. The thrill of revenge made his thick meat-root even harder.
The tip of Jerry's middle finger began to circle gently around that tiny entrance with a nearly cruel tenderness, feeling the ring of sphincter muscles contract unconsciously due to the stimulation.
Professor McGonagall's body gave an imperceptible pause. In her voice as she spoke to Amelia, there was a nearly undetectable, tiny stutter, but she quickly recovered, seemingly attributing the oddity to the heat of the water.
This tiny reaction delighted Jerry immensely.
Jerry was no longer satisfied with external teasing.
Using the cover of the hot spring water, Jerry applied a bit of pressure with his middle finger. Aiming the tip at the tightly closed hole, he probed inward with a force that brooked no refusal.
Initially, there was some resistance; the muscle ring instinctively tried to fight the invasion of the foreign object.
But Jerry was patient. He maintained a steady force, slowly grinding with his fingertip at the entrance.
Soon, the stubborn defense finally showed a hint of loosening under the persistent stimulation.
Jerry seized the chance and gave his finger a sudden shove inward.
A section of his warm knuckle squeezed into that tight, warm place that had never been visited by anything external, carrying with it the slipperiness of the pool water.
"Ugh..."
A heavily suppressed, choked groan escaped McGonagall's throat.
Her body, while she was mid-sentence, gave an uncontrollable lurch forward. Her hands instinctively braced against the rocks at the pool's edge, and her buttocks clamped tighter around Jerry's finger due to the muscle contraction.
'This brazen, lecherous brat!'
'Stop it this instant!'
The sensation of the foreign object became clearer and clearer. That finger was stirring unceremoniously within her. Every rotation brought a wave of indescribable numbness mixed with shame and a strange pleasure. Professor McGonagall's breathing began to grow unstable. She knew she couldn't allow this little bastard to keep misbehaving.
While continuing to soothe Alicia in a steady tone, McGonagall quietly moved one hand behind her.
In the warm water, McGonagall's hand accurately found the hand committing the sin within her and gripped Jerry's wrist with force.
The wrist was thin but powerful, attempting to twist free of her grasp.
Simultaneously, Professor McGonagall's right leg retreated subtly.
Relying on her familiar perception of the body behind her, she found the target accurately.
McGonagall's toe brushed lightly beneath the other's lower abdomen, and then her heel rose slightly, applying a force that was unquestionable yet carried a hint of warning.
She didn't use as much force as she had this morning, only using the curve of her heel to apply an oppressive, light grinding.
"Mmh..."
A muffled groan came from Jerry's mouth.
Professor McGonagall didn't look back, nor did she stop the conversation ahead.
She simply held Jerry's wrist and, in an extremely slow and hidden manner, forcibly pulled Jerry toward a more secluded corner of the pool, one shielded by giant rocks and thick mist.
When Jerry was dragged to that secluded spot completely hidden by the boulders, he immediately understood McGonagall's intention.
She had brought him here to create an undetected escape route for him.
As long as he climbed out and left from here, no one would find him.
But how could Jerry just let it go?
The humiliation of the morning was still fresh.
If he didn't get his revenge now, he might not get another chance.
Jerry steeled his heart and gritted his teeth. If she wanted him to leave, he simply wouldn't. He would take things even further!
Jerry's entire body slid down as if he were boneless, kneeling directly onto the rocks at the bottom of the pool.
Professor McGonagall sensed his movement, and the pressure from her foot increased a bit, as if warning him not to be reckless.
But Jerry opened his mouth and, through the thick steam, accurately licked the deep crevice between the two full cheeks of her buttocks.
Then, with an irresistible offensive, Jerry's youthful tongue dove into the hole hidden beneath the water like a flexible snake.
"AH!"
Professor McGonagall's body felt as if it had been struck by lightning. She gave a violent shudder and began to convulse uncontrollably. Her hands instinctively gripped the rocks at the edge of the pool, her slender knuckles turning white from the force as she arched her back like a drawn bow.
Beneath the water, a surging torrent erupted uncontrollably from the front of Professor McGonagall's body, turning the pool water between her legs into a cloudy mess.