Above the vast courtyard of Hogwarts, a magnificent chessboard constructed of floating stones hovered beneath the clouds. This was the site of the Wizard's Chess Championship.
Unlike ordinary Wizard's Chess, each piece here was a colossal stone statue reaching a height of a hundred meters.
Carved from obsidian and granite, they stood quietly on the vast chessboard battlefield, like slumbering ancient titans.
When the game began, these colossi would awaken. Every move was accompanied by a deafening roar and a slight tremor of the earth. Stone chips and dust flew, the scene as grand as a mythological war.
At this moment, Alicia was sitting on the high tower throne on one side.
Usually, this witch, famous for her voluptuous figure, gave people an impression of being a bit dazed and big-breasted with no brains, seemingly out of place in this cruel duel requiring extreme resourcefulness.
However, when Alicia sat on this throne, facing the rolling mountain-like pieces before her, her entire temperament changed.
Alicia's eyes, usually always watery, became deep and sharp at this moment, as if able to pierce through all the fog on the chessboard and see through the most hidden schemes deep in her opponent's heart.
Her opponent, a wizard from Durmstrang known for his fierce tactics, was sweating on his forehead.
Three of his elaborately planned offensives in a row had been easily neutralized by Alicia with a defense that seemed casual but was actually exquisite to the extreme.
Every time his stone knight raised a hundred-meter-long battle axe, about to tear open the defense line, Alicia's obsidian castle would always move horizontally at an unbelievable angle. The heavy stone wall blocked the fatal attack just right, making an earth-shaking loud noise.
"She... how did she know?"
In the spectator seats, someone let out an incredulous cry.
A faint smile hung on the corner of Alicia's mouth. She didn't look at her opponent at all; her gaze just swept calmly over the entire battlefield.
In Alicia's mind, the chess game had already been deduced more than ten moves ahead.
Every move of the opponent, every seemingly unexpected action, fell precisely into the trap she had pre-set.
Finally, after another tentative attack by the opponent, a refined light flashed in Alicia's eyes. The time had come.
She extended a slender finger and tapped gently forward.
"Queen to H8."
Accompanied by her crisp command, the most massive queen statue on the field, carved from a whole block of white marble, moved.
Her movement was silent yet carried an unrivaled oppressive force. The huge figure drew a graceful arc on the chessboard, appearing precisely beside the opponent's king.
That indifferent stone face seemed to be staring at the trembling king.
"Checkmate."
One simple word, yet like the final judgment.
The opponent's face turned pale instantly. He looked at the chessboard in despair, finding his king already surrounded layer by layer, with no way of retreat.
The seemingly impregnable defense line had long been silently eroded by Alicia in previous defensive counterattacks.
As the opponent hung his head dejectedly, signaling surrender, all the huge stone statues on the entire floating chessboard stopped moving, turning back into cold rocks.
A solemn announcement rang out from the magical amplifier, declaring Alicia the champion of this Wizard's Chess Championship.
Thunderous applause and cheers erupted from the spectator seats in all directions. All Ravenclaw students stood up excitedly, chanting her name.
However, the aura of god-like foresight and fierce pressure on Alicia sitting on the high tower throne dissipated rapidly with the settling of the last piece.
The deep, sharp light in Alicia's eyes faded, turning back into that watery color with a bit of natural dazedness.
The calm smile of devising strategies on Alicia's face also turned into a somewhat blank, sweet smile, as if just waking up from a big dream.
"Ah... is it over?"
Alicia muttered to herself softly, seeming not to have fully reacted yet.
Just as the whole venue cheered for Alicia's wisdom, Alicia twisted her body uncomfortably on the throne.
Completely disregarding the occasion, Alicia reached out a hand carelessly, probing into the collar of her gorgeous wizarding robe, moving her fingers very inelegantly, seeming to adjust the position of her underwear.
Those mounds, bound exceptionally perky and full by the tight gown, also shook slightly with Alicia's movement.
After doing this, Alicia seemed a bit more comfortable, but the troubled look on her face didn't completely disappear.
Pouting, she muttered in a voice only she could hear, tone full of grievance and complaint:
"Really... it hurts so much obviously because someone bit it... must be that bratty sister Liliana!
So old already, yet still wanting to breastfeed..."
With the declaration of Alicia's victory, the tense atmosphere shrouding the chessboard finally dissipated.
Hundreds of wizards wearing uniform uniforms flew onto the huge floating chessboard from all directions like diligent worker ants.
They waved their wands, chanting complex repairing spells. Pale blue light flowed from their wand tips like trickling streams, merging into those huge stone statue pieces damaged in the fierce duel just now.
Huge cracks appeared on the arm of a stone knight; wizards hovered in mid-air, stitching the cracks carefully with magical light.
A corner of an obsidian castle was smashed; the light of the Reparo spell washed over it repeatedly, and the shattered stones flew back to their original positions automatically, pieced together seamlessly.
The hum of rock friction and the murmur of spells echoed over the entire chessboard; the scene was magnificent and orderly.
A notification came from the magical amplifier that the next match would begin in half an hour.
On a VIP stand far from the noise of the chessboard, Rita Skeeter was sitting leisurely with crossed legs in a soft armchair.
This stand suspended in the air had an excellent view, taking in the entire arena.
Rita didn't bring that Quick-Quotes Quill today. Instead, she had a green lollipop in her mouth, turning the candy ball from time to time.
Rita withdrew her gaze from the busy repair scene below, turning to the two ladies beside her—Hogwarts Deputy Headmistress Minerva McGonagall, and Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement Amelia.
"This little girl is not bad!"
Rita took the lollipop out of her mouth, making a soft pop sound, pointing with the candy ball at Alicia who was walking down the throne dazedly below, tone carrying a trace of rare sincere appreciation. "Heard the War Department has their eyes on her. Internal nomination, want to transfer her directly from the Staff Department to be a Legion Commander, sending her to the front line for some experience."
Hearing this, an unconcealable pride couldn't help but appear on Professor McGonagall's usually serious face.
She looked at her student, eyes full of gratification.
But soon, this pride was replaced by a long sigh.
"Alicia is good in everything!"
Professor McGonagall shook her head, tone full of helplessness and a little pampering. "Just that she gets dazed in normal times."
Amelia aside appeared somewhat distracted.
Amelia leaned lazily on the soft back of the armchair, yawning long and boringly, a trace of physiological tears even seeping from the corner of her eye.
Obviously, for this Wizard's Chess game requiring extreme patience and resourcefulness, she, the iron-fisted Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, couldn't muster any interest at all.
In Amelia's view, this kind of competition mobilizing stone statues on a chessboard was ultimately just a child's game of house. No matter how magnificent the scene, it lacked the realism that could make her blood boil.
In comparison, Amelia preferred those life-and-death Wizard Tournaments, sparks of spell collisions, the thrill of life and death, or fierce Quidditch matches, wind pressure and collisions brought by high-speed flight, or, in the interrogation room, prying open the teeth of those stubborn Dark Wizards, enjoying the pleasure of destroying the opponent's psychological defense inch by inch.
Or... that boy named Jerry.
Amelia's thoughts drifted back involuntarily to that afternoon not long ago.
The boy's young and powerful body, and that huge, firm meat root, rubbing again and again between her smooth inner thighs... the feeling of that small palm with thin calluses stroking her skin, and that primal aggression without any technique, still seemed branded deep in Amelia's senses.
More importantly, that boy was the son of her late best friend.
Oh... thinking of this, an indescribable heat surged deep in Amelia's body.
Truly a delightful sense of immorality.
That pleasure of stepping on the edge of taboo, pressing the son of a late friend under her (or being pressed under him) to play wantonly, was far more exciting than any victory.
Comparatively speaking, this competition... was really too boring.
Thinking this, Amelia changed to a more comfortable posture, gazing emptily at the chessboard below, but her mind was savoring a different taste.
While thoughts were flying, Amelia's bored gaze swept aimlessly over the stands, but was suddenly attracted by an empty seat not far away.
This VIP stand could be called a microcosm of power in the entire wizarding world.
Those who could sit here were all figures at the top of the pyramid.
Terms like "hard to get a ticket" were simply insufficient to describe the nobility here. There were no so-called "dignitaries" here, only "high officials" holding real power—Heads of various Ministry departments, senior members of the Wizengamot, even high-ranking generals of the War Department.
Even the lowest level was like the captain-level figures commanding an elite Auror squad under her, Amelia.
And now, such a significant seat was actually empty.
Amelia narrowed her eyes, carefully identifying the gilded name on that seat plate, brows frowning imperceptibly.
Amelia turned sideways, leaning forward, past Professor McGonagall, asking the elite Auror Mina on the other side: "Mina, where is your Head Selina?"
Amelia's voice carried a trace of confusion. "Why didn't she come for such an important occasion?"
Hearing Amelia's question, Mina's movement paused.
Mina was originally lowering her head, using the interval between matches to write something quickly on a parchment file, and had to put down the quill in her hand at this moment.
Mina frowned beautifully, looking up, face carrying a trace of doubt after being interrupted from work, and confusion about the question itself.
As an elite Auror, her duty was to execute tasks, not to care about another Head's schedule.
She spoke somewhat uncertainly: "She... seems..."
Before Mina could organize her language, Professor McGonagall aside turned her head, gaze behind lenses sharp and clear.
McGonagall took over the conversation, explaining in a flat tone: "Selina has a class today, teaching first-year students Magic Offense."
McGonagall glanced at the magic clock hanging in the distance, adding: "But looking at the time, class is almost over. Maybe she'll come over after class."
"So that's it."
Amelia nodded thoughtfully, leaning back into the soft chair back.
Amelia's empty eyes seemed to refocus a bit, but the boredom within was stronger. Amelia turned her gaze to Mina, instructing in an unquestionable tone: "Mina, get me a glass of tequila."
Amelia's tongue tip licked across her lips gently, as if savoring something, a trace of craving flashing in her eyes.
"I saw it on the drink counter just now; seems to be the kind brewed with dragon blood.
Remember, the stronger the better."
Before Mina could respond to Amelia's order, Rita Skeeter licking a lollipop beside them immediately got spirited. She pulled the candy ball out of her mouth, raising her hand cheerfully, like a student scrambling to answer questions in class:
"Me too, me too!
Thanks, Mina!"
Even the always dignified and serious Professor McGonagall seemed infected by this atmosphere at this moment. She pushed the glasses on the bridge of her nose gently, saying in a slightly tired tone: "I'll have a glass too."
Mina, overwhelmed by the file in her hand, hearing these three high-ranking ladies treating her as a waiter unceremoniously and naturally, couldn't help her brow twitching.
Mina looked up, rolling her eyes greatly in the direction of the three in annoyance. That action was covert and quick, full of silent criticism for these shameless superiors.
Although reluctant in her heart, higher rank crushes people to death, not to mention three big mountains pressing down simultaneously.
Mina took a deep breath, resignedly placing the half-written file and quill neatly on the small table, then stood up neatly.
Mina moved her somewhat stiff neck, strode with long legs, walking quickly toward the drink counter filled with various rare wines thirty meters away.
The three got their drinks.
Mina's figure soon disappeared into the crowd at the drink counter.
Not long after, she returned with a silver tray, movements steady, face restored to professional calm.
On the tray were three crystal clear glasses filled with deep red liquid, emitting a strong scent mixed with alcohol and some strange spice—that was tequila brewed with dragon blood.
She placed the glasses one by one on the table in front of the three ladies, movements precise and silent.
Amelia raised the glass first, downing the strong liquor in one gulp without even looking.
The spicy liquid slid down Amelia's throat like a ball of fire exploding in her chest and abdomen, instantly dispelling the laziness and boredom on Amelia, also igniting the restless heat deep in Amelia's body.
Rita acted like tasting some novelty, shaking the glass first, watching the deep red liquor leave traces on the glass wall, then extending her tongue tip to lick carefully, then narrowing her eyes with satisfaction.
Professor McGonagall just raised the glass, sipping a little, her furrowed brows seeming to relax a little.
But just then, the stimulation brought by that strong liquor seemed to activate a certain memory of Amelia.
Her originally somewhat misty eyes suddenly condensed, as if remembering something, turning her head abruptly, looking toward Professor McGonagall.
"Minerva," Amelia's voice carried a trace of imperceptible urgency, "If I remember correctly, that brat from the Rosier family... seems to be a first-year student too, right?"
Crack!
The long whip was like a black venomous snake, dancing an afterimage in the air, not whipping at Jerry, but smashing fiercely on the ground by Jerry's feet!
The moment the whip tip collided with the hard ground, it didn't just make a sound.
A circle of visible, deep purple magical shockwave spread abruptly centered on the landing point!
That hard frosted ground seemed like glass hit by a heavy hammer, instantly covered with spiderweb-like cracks.
Fine stone chips were rolled up by the shockwave, then dissolved into powder by the power of the spell in mid-air.
The air was filled with a burnt smell of scorched rock, and that heart-palpitating magical aura belonging to a curse.
This lash was a display of pure power, and also a naked warning.
However, Jerry didn't even twitch an eyelid.
He still maintained that turned posture, naked back facing her, as if everything happening behind him had nothing to do with him.
Those solid back muscle lines didn't change at all, still maintaining a relaxed and powerful posture. He didn't even change the frequency of his breathing.
Selina looked at the hideous crack on the ground, then at Jerry's motionless back, the cruel smile on her lips deepening.
Slender fingers undid the belt at her waist. That dark wizarding robe symbolizing professor authority slid smoothly from Selina's shoulders like shedding snake skin, piling on the cold ground.
Under the robe was not a soft shirt, but a black leather suit tightly wrapping her mature body.
That leather suit glowed with gloomy luster, outlining Selina's full breasts, slender waist, and round buttocks perfectly, full of power and oppressive beauty.
Under the leather suit were black stockings wrapping slender legs, extending to the edge of the tight leather pants. On her feet were a pair of high-heeled boots capable of crushing human bones.
This outfit instantly transformed her from a majestic professor into a queen about to execute punishment.
Selina raised her hand slowly, fingers in leather gloves brushing gently over the long whip, feeling the coldness from the whip body.
Selina walked behind Jerry, close enough to feel the heat radiating from his body.
Selina didn't act immediately. Instead, she extended her other hand. The cold leather glove slid slowly down Jerry's back. From Jerry's firm shoulder blades, finally stopping on his inexperienced buttock peaks. Jerry's fingers, carrying insulting meaning, kneaded gently in circles on that elastic buttock flesh twice, feeling the firm touch of that boyish body.
"Ready to accept your 'reward', Mr. Rosier?"
Selina's voice was pressed very low, carrying a trace of breathy sound, warm breath spraying on Jerry's auricle.
Jerry didn't turn back, nor did his body move, just emitting a chuckle from his throat, full of disdain.
This chuckle was the final fuse.
Selina's eyes turned cold instantly; muscles of the arm holding the whip tensed instantly.
She stepped back, wrist shaking violently. That black long whip drew a sharp arc in the air, carrying a whistling sound breaking the air, whipping fiercely on Jerry's back!
Crack!
A crisp explosion echoed in the enclosed space.
The whip tip landed precisely on the left side of Jerry's back. A bright red welt emerged immediately, like a hideous rune drawn with blood on Jerry's wheat-colored skin.
The skin around that welt congested and swelled rapidly, forming a clear mark.
Jerry's body arched violently due to this sudden severe pain; back muscles spasmed uncontrollably, but he gritted his teeth tightly, making no sound, feet nailed to the ground, not retreating a step.
The corner of Selina's mouth hooked into a cruel smile.
She could see that where the whip fell, a trace of weak magical aura was seeping into Jerry's skin along the wound.
That wasn't fatal witchcraft, but a curse capable of magnifying pain several times and bringing waves of numbing itch.
What Selina wanted wasn't just physical suffering, but mental torture.
Walking in front of Jerry again, admiring the perfect "masterpiece" on his back, then bending down, extending tongue tip, licking slowly from top to bottom on that swollen welt.
That warm, wet touch, intertwined with the burning pain from the wound and the numbness brought by the spell, formed an indescribable feeling mixed with pain and stimulation.
Jerry's breathing became a bit heavier. He could clearly feel that strange sensation, as if countless ants were biting his wound, while a warm current teased his nerves.
"Now, your turn."
Selina straightened up, tone flat, as if that insulting lick just now was an illusion.
She turned gracefully, displaying her back equally defenselessly in front of Jerry.
That tight leather suit reflected enticing luster under the white light, outlining her perfect back curves at a glance.
Jerry reached out, taking that cold long whip from her hand.
Stepped back, opening enough distance.
He looked at Selina's back wrapped tightly in black leather, arm raising high back, then wrist exerting force, pouring all strength into it.
The long whip, carrying a sharper whistle than before, like a black lightning bolt, cut through the air in the training room!
Rip!
An ear-piercing sound of leather being torn violently rang out, completely covering the muffled sound of the whip striking flesh.
The whip tip struck precisely in the center of Selina's back.
That seemingly incredibly tough tight leather suit was actually torn open a long slit from top to bottom by this merciless lash!
The crack extended from between her shoulder blades all the way to her slender waist; the black lace bra under the leather suit also snapped in response.
Losing all constraints, Selina's pair of full snow-white peaks bounced out violently from the torn leather and broken bra.
Two mounds of voluptuous soft flesh shook up and down in the air due to this violent movement. The pink nipples at the top stood erect and hard due to the sudden pain stimulation and cold air.
Selina's body trembled forward violently, a gasp mixed with pain and astonishment spilling from her mouth uncontrollably. Hands extended forward subconsciously, pressing on the wall in front, seeming to want to stabilize her figure.
Jerry didn't move, just standing in place, gaze following that hideous crack, landing on those two mounds of snow-white trembling constantly due to her panting on her chest.
In his eyes, Selina was no longer just a woman trembling and panting.
Pink mist wrapped Jerry's eyes; the way the entire world presented on his retina distorted.
Around Selina's body rose an aura composed of pure emotions invisible to the naked eye.
It was a chaotic yet harmonious sea of colors.
Sharp deep purple thin lines representing "pain" spread like thorns from the wound torn by the whip on her back, wrapping around her spine. This was the most direct reaction to torn flesh, pure and primal.
But amidst this thicket of deep purple thorns, wisps of peach-colored aura representing "enjoyment," smooth as silk, were slowly overflowing from the same wound.
This aura wasn't strong but abnormally stubborn. They wrapped around the purple thorns, as if tasting the flavor of pain, transforming it into a morbid, stimulating pleasure.
Meanwhile, from the position of Selina's heart, a scarlet light representing "hatred" and "anger," hot as magma, was pulsating.
With every heartbeat, this scarlet light expanded outward a bit, full of intent for destruction and revenge.
However, what interested Jerry most was that pink aura representing "desire," like thick fog.
This desire didn't come purely from hormones but something more complex.
It rose simultaneously from deep within Selina's body, from her lower abdomen and brain. There was shame and stimulation from her body being displayed and violated, a dual longing for sadism and masochism, and a strong desire for domination to conquer and ravage the prey completely after seeing it resist.
Pain, enjoyment, hatred, desire... these four distinctly different, even contradictory emotional auras were perfectly intertwined at this moment, using Selina's flesh as a container.
Selina straightened up slowly, her exposed snow-white chest rising and falling with her breath.
But instead of showing any intention to cover up, Selina let out a series of hehehe sneers, crisp and ear-piercing.
Selina reached back with both hands, deftly hooking the broken bra strap, pulling hard, and peeling that troublesome black lace fabric along with the strap completely off her body, tossing it casually on the ground.
Having done all this, she turned around, looking down condescendingly at Jerry, who only reached her waist.
A cruel smile hung on Selina's face. She reached out abruptly, snatching the long whip back from the boy's hand.
Due to the huge height difference, this action looked more like snatching a toy from a teenager.
Selina looked down at the top of Jerry's head, saying in a cold and mocking tone: "Is that all the strength you have?
Mr. Rosier?"
Accompanied by her words, the black long whip she re-gripped burst into a layer of orange magical flames with a whoosh, illuminating her pleasure-filled face flickeringly.
Jerry just looked up at her, then shrugged indifferently.
"The game has just begun, hasn't it?"
With that, he turned around simply, exposing his thin back defenselessly to Selina again.
That small body formed a stark, almost absurd contrast with Selina's tall, fit figure.
Selina looked at the boy's thin but straight back, the flames in her eyes burning brighter than those on the whip.
She didn't say another word, arm swinging down fiercely!
Crack!
The whip wrapped in flames lashed solidly on Jerry's back again.
This time, it was no longer the sound of tearing flesh, but a light sizzle of flesh being scorched by high temperature.
A wisp of green smoke rose with a burnt smell.
The severe pain made Jerry's small body lurch forward violently, staggering two or three steps before barely supporting himself on the ground with his hands to stabilize his figure.
Jerry lowered his head, panting rapidly, sweat dripping from his forehead onto the cold ground.
In front of Jerry's smooth body wearing only a pair of white ankle socks, that massive meat root inconsistent with his age, stimulated by this pain piercing through his whole body, shot up uncontrollably instead, swelling thick and hard, the tip even seeping a trace of clear liquid, appearing crystal clear under the white light of the training room.
Looking back, the whip left a hideous scorched mark with blisters on Jerry's back.
Although the flame only flashed by, the burning pain was like countless red-hot steel needles piercing into his flesh.
Selina's mocking laughter echoed again in the empty training room, sharp and piercing.
"Ohoho!
Can't hold on already?
Mr. Rosier!"
Looking down at the boy's trembling back, the contempt in her tone was undisguised. "It's not too late to admit defeat now."
Jerry didn't answer, just supported himself on the ground, shaking the hard meat root in front of him forcefully. That thing drew a lewd arc in the air with his movement.
Jerry straightened up slowly, turned around, and extended his hand calmly.
Selina looked at his fearless eyes, the mockery on her face fading slowly, replaced by a colder playfulness.
Selina placed the whip handle back into the boy's hand.
"Stick your ass up." Jerry's voice was very calm, devoid of any emotion.
Selina's eyebrow twitched, but she said nothing, just turning obediently, hands supporting on the cold wall, sticking her round, perky buttocks high up. That perfect curve wrapped in the short skirt was displayed unreservedly before Jerry's eyes.
Jerry didn't act immediately but lowered his head to fiddle with the long whip in his hand.
This time, he observed this prop carefully.
Cold and hard to the touch, definitely not an ordinary item.
Jerry tried to infuse a trace of his magic into it, and the whip body lit up with glimmer immediately.
Only then did Jerry discover that this black long whip was densely covered with countless tiny rune spells, complex as stars, numbering hundreds.
The orange flame just now was obviously just one of the most basic abilities.
Jerry could feel that these runes contained terrifying power. The vast majority of them were enough to easily destroy their fragile bodies along with their souls, absolutely not usable in this "game."
Jerry closed his eyes, mental power probing into the whip body like fine threads, carefully manipulating the flow of magic. He skipped those dangerous runes representing explosion, burning, and corrosion, guiding the magic into an area emitting spectral blue light.
The long whip, still rippling with faint residual warmth from the previous magical flame, suddenly hummed buzz. Bursts of white cold air rose from the whip body; the temperature dropped to freezing point instantly.
Jerry opened his eyes, gripped the cold whip handle tightly, stepped back, and swung his arm fiercely!
Crack!!!
The long whip attached with freezing magic whipped fiercely on Selina's high buttocks!
The sound of fabric tearing appeared exceptionally crisp this time.
Selina's tight short skirt, along with the panties inside, froze stiff and brittle the moment they touched the whip tip, then shattered by the subsequent huge force!
Black fabric fragments flew in all directions, exposing her two cheeks of voluptuous, full snow-white buttock flesh tensed instantly due to cold and severe pain.
And on the fair skin, a red welt emerged rapidly, turning into green-purple at a speed visible to the naked eye. On the skin around the welt, a thin layer of white frost even began to condense.
Selina's whole body seemed hit by lightning, emitting a short, suppressed scream.
This sound was no longer pure pain but mixed with a trace of irrepressible, extreme tremolo.
That bone-piercing freezing pain shot through her entire lower body instantly along the welt on her buttocks.
Selina's body trembled, arching forward involuntarily, tense body curves clearly visible under the light.
Subtle stinging pain strangely ignited heat deep in her body, turning into an uncontrollable wave.
Selina bit her lower lip tightly, trying to suppress the uncontrollable whimper back into her throat, but her body's instinct had long betrayed her.
Legs trembling, almost unable to support her body weight.
Her lower abdomen contracted; originally closed legs opened unconsciously.
Finally, as if the last string snapped, her knees went soft, and her whole person collapsed forward powerlessly, leaving a dark wet mark on the cold ground.
Selina lay on the ground, panting rapidly, full breasts heaving violently with her breath. The green-purple welt on her back and the wet slippery scene beneath her formed an incomparably depraved picture.
Under Jerry's Eye of Slaanesh, the emotional aura around Selina's body changed drastically.
That pink thick fog representing "desire" exploded like fireworks the moment it reached the peak. Although the main body dissipated rapidly, countless fine, shining pink light spots still remained in her limbs and bones, especially on her back, inner thighs, and that muddy private zone, like shining shells on the beach after the tide recedes.
And the purple thorns representing "pain" became dazzling as never before.
Jerry had no hesitation, nor any intention of abiding by the so-called "game rules."
When the cold whip tip grazed Selina's spine again, the skin beside that new scar shrank abruptly, forming a patch of dense goosebumps.
Immediately after, the whip fell.
Crack!
This time, the whip tip struck precisely on the outside of her full left buttock flesh.
The flesh there was firm. Whipped by the cold whip, the entire cheek trembled violently, like jelly thrown into ice water.
A red mark emerged rapidly, and then the muscles there spasmed uncontrollably.
Jerry didn't stop.
With a turn of his wrist, the second lash landed on the back of her thigh, near the back of the knee.
The skin there was extremely sensitive. The moment it was hit, Selina's entire calf bounced up violently; she let out a short gasp.
Third lash, fourth lash, following one after another.
Under Jerry's control, the cold whip seemed alive, wandering between Selina's naked back, waist, buttocks, and legs.
When the whip tip brushed past Selina's waist dimple, her entire waist softened, collapsing forward uncontrollably, making her buttocks stick up higher.
Nerves there were stimulated; a numbing electric current shot up the spine.
When the whip struck Selina's buttock peaks already full of welts, green and purple mixed, the flesh there caved inward first, then bounced up fiercely. Two cheeks of voluptuous buttock flesh separated to both sides due to pain, revealing that deep crevice in the middle, wet and shiny with body fluid.
Jerry's gaze became more focused.
He saw the only place that still maintained a pink color.
Crack!
The tip of the whip, carrying precise malice, whipped directly deep into that butt crack.
"Eek ah!" Selina let out a scream unlike human sound, whole body bouncing up violently like a fish out of water.
Selina's legs clamped together instantly, but it was too late.
That bone-piercing cold and severe pain penetrated her softest core directly. An indescribable strong pleasure mixed with shame and severe pain exploded violently from deep within her lower body.
Selina's body was like a carp leaping out of water, then fell heavily back to the ground.
Gurgling heat flow gushed from between her legs, leaving a deeper wet mark on the floor.
This was just the beginning.
Jerry began to wave the whip continuously with a steady rhythm devoid of any emotion.
With the help of the Eye of Slaanesh, Selina's naked body turned into a map marked full of weaknesses.
Patches of pink halos of varying depths flickered on her skin.
Waist dimples, nape, soft flesh on inner thighs... the light in these places was particularly bright.
This was like a cruel game, and Jerry's task was to light up every scoring point precisely with the whip.
Every lash Jerry swung carried surgical precision, landing accurately on those brightest pink spots.
Crack!
Whipped on the lower edge of the full snowy peak, that soft sphere was whipped to bounce upward, the nipple at the top instantly hard as a pebble.
Crack!
Landing on her inner thigh, the tender flesh there whipped into a white mark, then turning red rapidly. Her thigh root muscles twitched uncontrollably, legs opening again.
Crack! Grazing the edge of her already muddy, full labia again.
Selina's body shook violently, mouth emitting woo woo, whimpers similar to a puppy, more body fluid gushing out uncontrollably.
Selina's struggle became chaotic.
Hands scratching randomly on the ground, legs kicking straight sometimes, curling up sometimes.
Waves of orgasm came one after another, each pushed to a higher, more violent peak because the whip landed on a new sensitive point.
Selina's consciousness was completely blurred. Her body became a slave to desire thoroughly, only able to make the most instinctual, lewd reactions to that whipping mixed with extreme pain and endless joy.
Jerry whipped a dozen more times until with every fall of the whip, Selina's body would only emit a burst of unconscious spasm like drowning, throat unable to even emit crying sounds, leaving only huff huff gasps.
Only then did Jerry stop his movements. The training room became quiet instantly, leaving only Jerry's slightly rapid breathing and that wet female body beneath him, almost motionless, covered with red marks and white frost.
Jerry tossed that cold whip on the ground casually, making a crisp clatter sound.
He lifted his foot, stepping forward.
The white ankle socks on Jerry's feet were already soaked by that puddle of sticky body fluid flowing from Selina's body on the ground, turning translucent grey. Every step left a wet footprint on the clean ground.
Rounding to Selina's front, standing before her completely collapsed face.
The current Selina had no trace of her usual arrogant appearance.
Eyes rolled up, pupils dilated, almost only whites visible. Tears mixed with sweat slid down constantly from eye corners, washing out two wretched tracks on Selina's crimson cheeks. Mouth open unconsciously, a trace of crystal saliva hanging at the corner, dripping down slowly.
Selina's tongue protruded slightly, trembling gently with rapid breathing.
Whole face flushed red due to continuous orgasms, facial muscles completely relaxed, leaving only the most primitive instinctual reaction drowned by pleasure.
Jerry stood before her like this, watching quietly at the face beneath him that had lost its luster.
He lowered his waist slowly. That object stained with clear liquid also approached Selina's flushed cheek.
Wet hot tip hovered above her nose tip, almost touching.
Then, he used the object still retaining warmth to tap her cheek gently, neither lightly nor heavily, once, then again.
"Professor!"
Slap!
"Wake up!"
Slap!
Jerry's voice was calm without a ripple: "Did I win, or did you lose?"
This light question was like a basin of ice water pouring on Selina's chaotic consciousness. Dilated pupils refocused slowly, reflecting the boy's thin figure above, and that insulting thing swaying on her face.
Selina took a deep breath, chest heaving violently.
She turned her body, flipping over sideways. This simple movement made the wounds on her back and buttocks throb with pain; body still twitching slightly uncontrollably.
But Selina's eyes were recovering clarity and ruthlessness at an astonishing speed.
Jerry's heart chilled. He retreated backward subconsciously, but was still a step slow.
Selina pounced on Jerry with a gust of fishy wind.
Accurately knocking him to the ground, using her body far taller and stronger than Jerry's to press Jerry firmly underneath.
"Little bastard..."
Selina spat out a few words through gritted teeth. One hand pinched Jerry's slender neck like iron pincers, lifting him slightly, then smashing heavily onto the floor.
The other hand reached down unceremoniously, grabbing the boy's meat root softened a bit due to fright and pain.
"You dare touch me with this thing?"
While speaking, Selina kneaded and pulled the firm stick roughly with fingers, nails scraping over the sensitive tip from time to time, leaving traces of visible blood marks. "Do people of the Rosier family all like to use this hairless thing to prove themselves?
Did your father also try to insult my mother with his rotten thing back then?
Hahahaha, are you worthy!"
Selina's mouth kept spewing the most obscene insults.
Simultaneously, Selina straddled Jerry's body, clamping his body with her thighs, starting to grind up and down forcefully, using her muddy private part to rub Jerry's flat lower abdomen, palm slapping Jerry's face mercilessly.
Suffocation and humiliation made Jerry's face flush red.
Struggling, Jerry's hands waved upward randomly, happening to grab the pair of full snowy peaks on Selina's chest swinging freely without clothes covering.
Subsequently, using all his strength, pinching those two nipples already hard as stone, pulling outward fiercely.
Selina's nipples were pulled long and deformed by him, bouncing back violently after being pulled to the limit, like two played springs.
This sharp pain made her hand pinching Jerry's neck loosen involuntarily; curses in her mouth turned into a sharp grunt of pain.
Jerry seized this opportunity, sucked in a big breath violently, simultaneously pulling those two soft points outward more forcefully with both hands.
In pain, Selina released his neck completely, turning to use that hand to scratch and slap Jerry's arm, trying to make him let go.
"Let go... you damn little beast!"
Selina's curses became somewhat hoarse due to pain.
While fighting Jerry with one hand, her other hand didn't relax control over the boy's lower body at all. Instead, five fingers closed, gripping that soft meat maliciously, twisting hard.
Severe pain made Jerry suck in a breath of cold air; force in hands loosened involuntarily.
Selina took the chance to knock his hands away from her chest and pressed his arms firmly with knees, pinning him to the ground completely.
"Mmh!"
Jerry's nose and mouth were completely blocked by those two scorching wet buttock cheeks still carrying a fishy smell.
Jerry could feel the green-purple welt on Selina's buttocks pressing tightly against his cheek at this moment; bone-piercing coldness and faint pain came from that scar. But Jerry's vision was completely obscured by a patch of snow-white flesh color. Only heavy panting and rough kneading of his crotch remained in his ears.
Selina's thighs clamped Jerry's neck, fixing his head on the ground, forcing him to endure this sudden violation. Those voluptuous buttock cheeks swollen and blue from whipping covered Jerry's still-childish face completely, even burying his small chin within. Body weight, carrying the unique wetness and stickiness after orgasm, pressed directly on Jerry's face, making him unable to breathe.
"Don't you like playing with whips?"
While Selina played fiercely with fingers, twisting and pulling Jerry's meat root already bulging with veins, she whispered in his ear with malicious voice, pressing his head almost into the ground, "Didn't you think you could ride on my head?
Now... taste being ridden!"
Her hand gripped tightly without mercy; rough force made him let out a muffled groan.
Jerry only felt breathing becoming more and more difficult. Nasal cavity was full of that moist and cloying scent on her body, almost swallowing his consciousness.
Jerry tried to struggle but was firmly imprisoned by that soft warm body; every twist was futile.
Humiliation and strange stimulation impacted Jerry's brain.
In her hands, the desire deep in Jerry's body was forcibly awakened, pulsing uncontrollably in a nearly painful way, completely losing dominance.
Selina felt every change of the hard object in her hand, revealing a cruel smile on her face.
"What?
Kid, smelling this scent, starting to get hard?"
"Don't worry, there's more!"
Selina's body sank suddenly; an out-of-control warm torrent washed over Jerry's face instantly.
This extreme humiliation burned the last trace of reason in Jerry's eyes with anger.
Jerry struggled no more. Instead, using all his strength, he launched a beast-like counterattack.
"Ah!"
A shrill scream pierced the silence of the room.
Selina completely didn't expect Jerry to make such a decisive resistance. That tearing severe pain from the softest part of her body made her body arch violently in pain; force in crotch relaxed instantly too.
She reached out to scratch Jerry's hair subconsciously; sharp nails left several blood marks on his scalp.
However, Jerry didn't let go, instead biting harder.
Soon, a rusty fishy sweet taste spread between his lips and teeth.
"Woo wah!
You... you beast!"
Selina was in so much pain she couldn't speak complete sentences, leaving only broken whimpers and curses in her mouth.
Her face, completely deformed by humiliation and pain, was full of hideousness at this moment. She straightened up, stretching weak thighs, subconsciously wanting to leave Jerry's head.
Just when the two were entangled in such an extremely messy and humiliating posture.
Creak!
The door of the training room was suddenly pulled open from outside.
Light from the classroom rushed in scrambling, but was completely frozen by this scene inside the room.
Standing outside the door were surprisingly Professor McGonagall, Amelia, and Rita holding a camera.
"Oh... my... god... ah!"
Rita's exclamation just came out, instinctively wanting to raise the camera in her hand.
Professor McGonagall's reaction was the fastest among the three.
Almost by instinct, Professor McGonagall reached out violently, slamming the door shut with a bang, locking that naked and lewd picture behind the heavy solid wood door again.
"Selina!"
Professor McGonagall's roar was still clear and loud, "What on earth are you doing?!"
Amelia standing beside McGonagall crossed her arms, a somewhat strange smile on her lips, eyes full of a trace of excitement and expectation she herself didn't detect.
The roar rushed in like substance, causing Selina's body, tense from pain and sadistic pleasure, to stiffen for a moment.
Her head turned toward the door subconsciously; a trace of astonishment flashed in those ruthless eyes.
It was this moment of distraction that gave Jerry, pressed underneath, a chance for desperate counterattack.
Jerry twisted his waist violently, legs exerting force. Using a clever rolling movement, he forcibly flipped Selina riding on him to the ground.
With a muffled thud, Selina's tall body fell on the cold floor.
Before she could react, Jerry had already flipped up.
Flames of revenge burned in his eyes. Without hesitation, he raised his foot wearing a white ankle sock, kicking fiercely on Selina's full soft left snowy peak.
The snowy peak caved in rapidly; whip marks on it twisted constantly like centipedes, displaying amazing elasticity.
"Ugh!" Selina let out a painful muffled groan, curling up.
Jerry was unforgiving. He stepped forward, pressing his knee firmly on Selina's neck, rubbing her face on the ground.
Immediately after, he raised his hand, using all his strength, slapping Selina's face one slap after another.
Slap! Slap! Slap!
Crisp slaps echoed in the training room, mixing with Selina's suppressed whimpers.
And the three uninvited guests at the door just stood dumbfounded on the spot.
They saw the boy's naked massive meat root inconsistent with his age, erect due to anger and excitement, swaying in the air with Jerry's whipping movements.
They also saw the scorched, hideous whip marks with blisters on Jerry's thin back.
McGonagall didn't hesitate at all. Waving her palm, Jerry's robe placed in the corner flew into her palm immediately. She walked quickly behind Jerry.
Spreading arms quickly, using that robe carrying her palm's body temperature, she wrapped Jerry's naked body tightly from behind.
The robe covered the hideous scars on his back, and also covered the erect meat root in front.
"Enough!" McGonagall stopped him in a low voice.
This sudden restraint and voice made Jerry's movement stop.
Rita aside woke up from shock. She raised the Quick-Quotes Quill acting as a camera, preparing to capture this scene shocking the wizarding world.
"If you dare take one photo!"
Professor McGonagall didn't look back, voice cold, "I will turn you into a cockroach and stomp you to death."