Jerry, having returned to Hogwarts, looked at the books and schedule Catherine had prepared for him in advance for today's classes and said with some surprise:
"A new schedule?"
One look made his eyebrows rise slightly.
The first class on the schedule clearly read: Bloodline Witchcraft Theory.
The instructor was an exchange professor from the Asian Academy of Magic—Meiting Kim.
This class came somewhat suddenly.
In his memory, he had never seen this new subject in previous schedules.
Jerry pushed open the classroom door to find it already full of people.
He glanced around and found Malfoy sitting by the window, with an empty seat next to him. He walked over and plopped down.
Malfoy turned his head upon hearing the noise.
That usually arrogant face was now full of exhaustion. Two distinct dark circles hung under his eyes, and the whites of his eyes were bloodshot.
Seeing Jerry, he forced a smile. "Jerry... how much did you drink last night?"
His voice was as hoarse as if it had been sanded with sandpaper.
"A few hundred glasses, maybe."
Jerry answered casually, but his gaze fell on the Asian girl sitting in front of Malfoy.
The girl had already adopted local customs and put on a Hogwarts school robe, but judging from the cut and details, it had obviously been carefully tailored and modified.
Her hair was jet-black and silky, tied into a simple ponytail, revealing a long, fair neck.
At this moment, she was turned slightly sideways, glancing at Malfoy out of the corner of her eye, a faint smile playing on her lips.
Malfoy noticed Jerry's gaze, a flash of smugness appearing on his face.
Malfoy cleared his throat, leaned forward slightly, and said in a voice only the two of them could hear, "That's Li Xue, an exchange student from the Asian Academy of Magic... Oh, look at my memory, you two should have met yesterday."
Malfoy paused, a flash of reminiscing in his eyes. "Last night... cough, we chatted for a long time."
"Chatted for a long time?" Jerry raised an eyebrow.
Malfoy didn't answer, merely casting another glance at Li Xue in front.
Li Xue seemed to sense his gaze; she turned her head and winked at him.
It was an extremely ambiguous gesture, carrying a tacit understanding that only the two of them shared.
The tips of Malfoy's ears turned slightly red, but the corners of his mouth couldn't help curving upwards.
Jerry watched this scene and understood what was going on.
It seemed Malfoy had done much more than just drink last night.
At that moment, a light sound of footsteps came from the front of the classroom.
All the whispering stopped instantly, and the students sat up straight.
Professor Meiting Kim stepped onto the podium.
A crimson silk robe clung tightly to her body, outlining the fullness and charm unique to a mature woman. The neckline was not too low, but it perfectly revealed a section of fair collarbone and a hint of cleavage.
Meiting Kim stood on the podium, her gaze sweeping over the crowded classroom.
Her gaze lingered on Jerry for a moment, those narrow phoenix eyes squinting slightly before moving away.
"My name is Meiting Kim."
She spoke, her voice cold yet magnetic, carrying the rhythm of an Eastern accent. "I am from the Asian Academy of Magic, Head of the Bloodline Witchcraft Department, and the leading professor of this exchange program."
As she spoke, she leaned forward slightly, and the collar of her crimson silk robe loosened a bit, revealing more of her pale skin.
"In my homeland, Bloodline Witchcraft has been passed down for three thousand years."
Meiting Kim continued, her slender fingers tapping lightly on the podium. "It is not the spells or potions you learn here, but a more fundamental power—the power from your own blood."
Jerry stared at her, recalling the scene at the Hog's Head Inn last night.
This woman had drunk at least dozens of glasses of Butterbeer.
She had even competed with Isabella and the others with Firewhiskey.
Yet looking at her now, her eyes were clear, her skin was smooth, and there was not a trace of fatigue.
Clearly, Meiting Kim's magical attainment far exceeded ordinary people, or she possessed some secret technique for rapid bodily recovery.
"I know many of you know nothing about Bloodline Witchcraft."
The corner of Meiting Kim's mouth curled into a smile, one carrying a hint of arrogance. "That is normal, but starting today, I will make you understand that true power is never in the wand, but in your blood."
Meiting Kim raised her hand, her slender fingers tracing a complex rune in the air. The rune glowed with dark gold light, carrying an ancient and mysterious aura completely different from the common runes used in Hogwarts lessons.
The lines of the rune twisted and spiraled, looking like the skeleton of some creature or the network of blood vessels.
"This is the 'Blood Source Mark'."
Meiting Kim said. "It can awaken the dormant bloodline power within you.
Everyone's bloodline is different. Some inherit the genes of powerful magical creatures, while others carry the glory of ancient families.
And this course is to teach you how to tap into these powers."
Meiting Kim's gaze slowly patrolled the classroom, finally landing accurately on Draco Malfoy beside Jerry.
"Mr. Malfoy!"
Meiting Kim's voice was exceptionally clear in the quiet classroom. "If I remember correctly, the Malfoy family is one of the oldest pure-blood families in Britain.
In your blood, there should be a considerable magic base."
Hearing his name, Malfoy's face, which had been gray with fatigue, was instantly injected with a dose of adrenaline.
He immediately straightened his back and even unconsciously adjusted his collar, standing up under Jerry's playful gaze.
"Yes, Professor."
Malfoy's voice was still a bit hoarse, but the pride etched in his bones rose again.
"Come up to the podium, Mr. Malfoy.
Let us see if this ancient glory remains only on the parchment of your family tree."
Meiting Kim beckoned him, that faint smile still hanging on her lips.
Malfoy walked toward the podium with his head held high. As he passed Li Xue's seat, he even slowed down deliberately until he saw her offer another subtle smile, only then standing contentedly beside Meiting Kim.
Meiting Kim signaled Malfoy to extend his arm.
She pulled a long, thin silver needle from her sleeve and gave Malfoy's fingertip a light prick.
A drop of deep red blood seeped out instantly, but instead of falling, it was guided by Meiting Kim's fingertip to hover in mid-air.
"The awakening of bloodline requires a key."
Meiting Kim's hand gestures suddenly became extremely complex and rapid, her fingertips tapping in the air, stretching Malfoy's drop of blood into several thin lines that quickly traced the core of the dark gold Blood Source Mark.
Suddenly, the rune erupted with a dark red light, accompanied by a heartbeat-like rhythm.
Meiting Kim chanted softly, her words carrying a frequency that struck the soul.
With her command, the dark gold rune slammed into Malfoy's chest.
Malfoy's body trembled violently, his eyes widening. The bloodshot veins in his eyes were instantly covered by flowing dark gold magic.
On his exposed skin, a layer of extremely fine, scale-like patterns appeared—a sign of the sudden strengthening of recessive genes from the ancient Malfoy family, possibly tracing back to certain humanoid magical creatures.
"Now, Mr. Malfoy, drop your wand."
Meiting Kim stepped back, her eyes burning as she stared at him. "Try to cast a spell you originally couldn't reach—like the 'Greater Wind Pressure Charm'.
Don't use a spell; use your instinct."
Malfoy panted heavily, feeling the blood in his veins turn into scalding magma, frantically rushing through his limbs. He didn't reach for his wand. Instead, he subconsciously raised his hands, tracing a wild arc in the air.
"Hoo—Hah!"
With Malfoy's low roar, a gale rose out of nowhere in the classroom.
This was by no means the magical intensity a lower-year student could master. The wind pressure blew the textbooks of the students in the first row flying, and even the heavy podium was pushed back half a meter by the invisible force.
The sharp sound of wind blades cutting the air could be heard.
Malfoy looked at his hands, his face written with disbelief and fanatical excitement.
He had never felt magic be so obedient, so abundant, as if he himself were the source of this power rather than just guiding it through a wand.
Meiting Kim raised her hand again and gave a light wipe, and the restless magic gradually calmed.
The anomalies on Malfoy's body quickly faded. He looked as if all his strength had been drained, his legs going soft as he nearly collapsed, fortunately caught by Meiting Kim's hand on his arm.
"Did you see that?"
Meiting Kim turned to the stunned students, finally resting her gaze on Jerry. "This is the power of bloodline.
It does not depend on the outside world; it is in your very marrow."
Jerry nodded along with the crowd noncommittally.
He had long experienced the power of pure-blood wizards; his knowledge of bloodline power was likely deeper than any student present.
But Meiting Kim's words were a bit exaggerated.
Jerry's gaze swept over the students whose cheeks were flushed with excitement, then fell back on the Asian professor whose dark red silk robe clung to her curves.
In the history of wizards, powerful half-blood wizards were everywhere.
Voldemort was a half-blood, Dumbledore's mother was Muggle-born, and even Grindelwald was not from a pure-blood family.
Pure-blood wizards, in the end, only made up a minority of the wizarding world.
The ones who truly formed the base of wizarding society were the half-bloods.
Especially the legions on the front lines.
Jerry had just returned from that other world; he had seen with his own eyes the wizards fighting on the battlefield.
Without a large number of half-blood wizards in service, how could those few, high-and-mighty pure-blood families have conquered so many worlds?
Most of those bleeding and dying on the battlefield were of half-blood origin.
Pure-blood wizards mostly sat in headquarters or, like him, were protected and utilized as "special assets."
Meiting Kim had an ulterior motive for saying this.
Jerry looked up and met Meiting Kim's narrow phoenix eyes.
There was a certain scrutiny, a certain testing, even a faint hint of provocation in her gaze.
Meiting Kim's words weren't for the whole class—they were specifically for Jerry.
Why?
Jerry's mind spun rapidly.
Meiting Kim was courting the pure-blood families.
Or rather, she was testing Jerry's stance.
Jerry tapped his fingers twice on the desk.
The Rosier family had just cleared its name, and he had personally made a contribution to the Wizarding Legion. With his prestige at an all-time high, he was indeed worth Meiting Kim's attention.
The lesson passed quickly.
The bell rang in the corridor, and the students left one after another with their books and scrolls.
Jerry stood up with Malfoy, who was chattering about finding a place to sleep at noon, otherwise Professor McGonagall's Transfiguration class in the afternoon would be trouble.
Hannah Abbott was about to walk over, her lips slightly parted as if to invite Jerry to lunch in the Great Hall.
"Mr. Rosier, could you stay for a moment?"
Meiting Kim stood behind the podium, unhurriedly rolling up a dark gold parchment.
She didn't look up, but her voice clearly rose above the noisy crowd.
Hannah paused, looked at Meiting Kim, then at Jerry, and finally shrugged in frustration, following the line of students out of the classroom.
Malfoy winked at Jerry and turned to leave the room with Li Xue.
The classroom doors closed heavily.
Meiting Kim walked around the podium, her crimson silk robe rubbing lightly against the floor with her steps.
She walked to Jerry's desk but didn't sit. Instead, she leaned against the edge of the adjacent desk, her body's lines clearly outlined under the form-fitting silk.
"How was my first class?"
Meiting Kim spoke softly, the authoritative pressure she had on the podium vanishing, replaced by a slightly constrained posture.
She reached out to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear, a move that caused her sleeve to slide down, revealing a wrist so pale it was almost transparent.
"Not bad, Professor. For your debut at Hogwarts, the class was brilliant—at least I think so."
Jerry yawned, not sparing his praise.
"I was actually very nervous.
After leaving the East, this is the first time I've demonstrated bloodline guidance in front of so many excellent young wizards.
Jerry, do you think my content was a bit too... radical for the students here?"
Jerry looked up, his gaze lingering on that pale wrist for a split second.
"It was very enlightening," Jerry replied simply.
Meiting Kim laughed, her narrow phoenix eyes curving into a soft arc.
She suddenly leaned in, and the scent of exotic spices and ink filled Jerry's nostrils.
"But I see in your eyes that you don't entirely agree with me."
Meiting Kim extended a long finger, the tip stopping a few centimeters from Jerry's chest without touching. "This mark... it's beating quite happily under your skin!"
Jerry's steady breathing paused for an instant. His fingertips pressed into the desk, leaving five shallow indentations in the wood.
"You can see this mark?"
Meiting Kim let out a low chuckle.
She leaned in another half-inch, her crimson collar opening slightly to reveal a large patch of skin glistening with sweat.
"Mr. Rosier, you should have more curiosity about Eastern power.
I am from Korea, and my family inherits the most ancient techniques of the shrine maidens.
This power comes from the depths of the mountains, a gift from an ancient mountain god.
This divine fluctuation might just be a puff of air to an ordinary wizard, but to my eyes, it is brighter than the sun."
Meiting Kim's finger finally landed on Jerry's chest. Through the school robe, her fingertip slowly rotated over the mark's position.
"Interestingly, before I got drunk last night, you were clearly clean.
Just one day later, your blood carries the gift of a deity.
This mark pulses above your heart, injecting something heavy, savage, and full of life into your entire body.
What did you experience?"
While Meiting Kim's fingertip circled the mark, Jerry didn't wait like a good student for her judgment.
He suddenly raised his hand, his thick palm clamping directly onto the full mound wrapped in red silk.
The lace bra beneath the wizard robe could hardly restrain such vigorous weight, and soft flesh squeezed through Jerry's fingers.
This direct and savage aggression made Meiting Kim's movements freeze. Her slender legs subconsciously tightened, her black stockings rubbing against the edge of the desk with a rustle.
"Professor, this doesn't look like normal academic research."
Jerry's palm squeezed hard, feeling the firm and elastic touch. His fingers could even outline the erect nipple through the thin lace.
Meiting Kim was stunned for a moment, then a viscous chuckle escaped her throat.
She didn't dodge; instead, she tilted her chest forward, actively filling Jerry's grip.
"It's all-natural, Mr. Rosier.
Even the best potion couldn't brew this kind of living vitality."
Jerry didn't let go; instead, he intensified his kneading. The mound was squeezed into various shapes in his palm, and the red robe was pulled into tight wrinkles.
"So I'm curious!" Jerry looked directly into her eyes behind the glasses, his voice low. "Professor, with what purpose exactly are you approaching me?"
Hearing this, the smile on Meiting Kim's lips vanished for an instant.
Her crossed legs slid against each other in the black silk. Since they were very close, the muddy wetness at the root of her thighs made a slight squelch during the movement.
She raised her hand, her fingertip pressing against the bridge of her black-framed glasses, pushing them up slowly and firmly.
This movement cleverly masked the deep and cold purple glint that appeared for an instant.
"Mmh..."
Meiting Kim suddenly jerked her upper body back, her leaning torso retreating rapidly to break free from Jerry's hand.
She stood straight again, the red robe falling to cover her still-trembling breasts.
Meiting Kim reached out to straighten her messy purple hair, her seductive charm replaced by a near-mean coldness.
Looking down at Jerry, the vague warmth in her eyes was thoroughly washed away by scrutiny and detachment.
"Mr. Rosier, it is late.
I think you should go to the Great Hall for lunch."
Meiting Kim's voice became exceptionally steady, devoid of emotion.
She turned around, her black stockings wrapping her straight legs as she took firm steps toward the podium.
Stopping before the podium, she didn't look back, only organizing her notes with her long hands, her back stiff and showing a trace of annoyance after her hand had been forced.
"If you are always this impatient, Mr. Rosier, then when you come to beg me, I might choose not to help you."
Jerry chuckled and walked to the side of the podium.
"Professor."
Jerry stood by the podium, looking at the manuscripts Meiting Kim was organizing. "Regarding the... divine mark you mentioned.
I indeed have a bit of trouble.
In your heritage, is there any method to suppress its pulsing?"
Meiting Kim didn't stop her movements.
Her fingertips pinched the edges of the parchment, stacking them neatly one by one. Her long legs wrapped in black stockings were crossed, her toes slightly hooked, and her soles made a light sound on the wooden floor, but she never looked at Jerry.
Jerry waited for a moment, seeing Meiting Kim simply stuffing her materials into her briefcase as if he didn't exist. He rubbed his nose, a slightly awkward smile touching his lips.
"Since the Professor is busy, I won't disturb you."
Jerry turned, his boots scraping the floor, preparing to head for the door.
"Is that how you ask for help?
Mr. Rosier?"
Meiting Kim's voice rang through the empty classroom.
She finally looked up, her purple eyes behind the lenses coldly sweeping over Jerry's face, finally resting on the exaggerated bulge in the center of Jerry's trousers.
Jerry stopped and turned to meet her gaze.
He thought for a moment, and his awkward smile widened into a grin.
"Oh, I almost forgot.
It's already lunch time."
Jerry walked back to the podium, leaning forward to shorten the distance between them.
The thick, purple-red meat-stick nearly poked the edge of the podium, its hideous outline showing through the fabric.
"I wonder if the Professor is free? I'd like to invite you to the Three Broomsticks in Hogsmeade.
The Butterbeer there is famous; I think you'd be interested."
Meiting Kim looked at the massive object inches away, the corners of her mouth turning down.
The muscles in her face were tight, and a wrinkle of disgust appeared between her brows.
Meiting Kim extended her long fingers, picked up her handbag, and gave a sharp stamp of her heel.
"The Three Broomsticks?
I hope the environment there isn't as poor as your attitude toward learning."
She stepped toward the door, the hem of her red robe brushing Jerry's thigh.
"Let's go then, Mr. Rosier.
I hope it's as worth looking forward to as you say."
As she pushed open the heavy classroom door, a cool breeze blew into the corridor.
Meiting Kim walked ahead with a straight back, her full buttocks wrapped in black stockings swaying rhythmically beneath her red robe.
Jerry followed, his gaze locked on the opening and closing of her thighs, where a silver-white stain could still be seen dried on the black silk fabric.
Meiting Kim's red robe created a flowing streak of brilliance in the empty Hogwarts corridor.
She walked fast, the clack of her heels on the stone creating a rhythm, as if urging Jerry to keep up.
Just as the two were about to turn a corner, a series of rapid footsteps came from the end of the corridor.
The newcomer was clearly coming for them, the footsteps carrying an undisguised fury.
"Rosier!"
The sharp female voice was like a whip soaked in venom, lashing straight at Jerry.
Meiting Kim's pace faltered for a moment, but she didn't look back, only slowing down a little.
The woman approaching had hair like a raging waterfall flying behind her.
The tip of the staff in her right hand flickered with red light—a precursor to killing intent.
It was that bitch Selena!
Behind her followed another figure, tall and with wavy golden hair that nearly burned the eyes in the sunlight.
It was Hess, the being disguised as a human, but with ancient divinity in her bones—Hera, the Queen of Heaven.
Her amber eyes showed a flash of interest when she noticed the golden mark on Jerry. She reached out with her long hand, painted with blood-red nails, to toy with the blonde hair on her shoulder, the corner of her mouth curving into a look that was both alluring and deeply licentious.
"Rosier, you stop right there!"
Selena's eyes were bloodshot with rage. She stared at Jerry's youthful face, the red light on her staff surging. "Don't think that completing one or two legion missions can wash away the sins of the Rosier family!
What you did to me at the Hog's Head Inn last night—you better explain every bit of it!"
Selena's words were like fired bullets, making the magical chandeliers in the corridor tremble.
Jerry stopped. There was no panic on his youthful face; he only raised an eyebrow.
He didn't care about Selena's murderous rage. Instead, he looked at Hess beside her.
The Queen of Heaven, whom he thought was unconscious and at his mercy last night, was now looking back at him with a probing and provocative gaze. That familiar temptation made the giant object in Jerry's crotch throb more frequently.
"I'm talking to you, didn't you hear me?"
Seeing Jerry staring intently at Hess, Selena nearly lost her mind with rage.
When she woke up last night and found her mouth stuffed with filth-stained stockings, she immediately guessed it was that bastard Jerry.
That near-self-destructive sense of humiliation made her want to tear the last scion of the Rosier family to shreds.
Hess simply patted Selena's arm, her voice carrying a lazy sexiness, as casual as summer afternoon sunlight. "Oh, dear, don't be so angry.
He's just a child; curiosity is always strong."
"You wait, you damn little bastard.
Tomorrow is my class. You just wait!"
Selena's chest heaved. She snapped back her staff and glared at Jerry, then at the students gathering to watch. Finally, she suppressed the urge to explode on the spot.
Selena stamped her foot in hatred and walked away quickly. Her back was written with unwillingness and humiliation, and the dull sound of her kicking a stone wall came from around the corner.
Hess didn't move. She watched Selena leave in a huff, the lazy smile on her lips not fading a bit.
She raised her hand to tuck a lock of wind-blown golden hair behind her ear and walked casually to Meiting Kim.
"My, you must be Professor Kim from the Asian Academy!
You are truly beautiful. If I were a man, I would pursue you without hesitation.
Hess Clementine, that's me.
I am the new Wizarding Duels professor for this term."
Hess's amber eyes looked as if they were coated in honey.
Her words subtly flattered Meiting Kim while closing the distance between them.
Hess's disguise was flawless. Even a witch like Meiting Kim, who could see the divine mark on Jerry at a glance, couldn't detect anything wrong with her.
Hess acted only as a newcomer, a charming, somewhat casual yet elegant professor. She exuded only an alluring bodily fragrance and a perfectly measured magical fluctuation.
Meiting Kim's expression softened slightly, but only slightly.
Her narrow phoenix eyes rested on Hess for a moment, finally landing on the bold exposure of white skin on Hess's chest.
"Professor Hess is too kind."
Meiting Kim's voice was still flat, but lacked the sharpness she had shown toward Jerry. "Wizarding Duels is also an extremely challenging course.
I hope you bring some 'refreshing' surprises to the students of Hogwarts."
The two stunning witches stood in the corridor, seemingly exchanging pleasantries but with undercurrents of testing and verbal swordplay.
Jerry stood by, not leaving or interjecting, just silently watching the two witches.
Hess finally turned her head, her shimmering eyes falling on Jerry again, carrying a hint of playfulness, appreciation, and a deeper layer of inquiry.
"Ah, and this must be little Rosier."
Her soft, magnetic voice flowed through the air like honey. "Hogwarts' Duels class has always been the best at stimulating potential.
I personally look forward to you showing your true 'strength' in my class, Mr. Rosier.
That wildness you brought back from the battlefield... don't hide it away too easily."
As Hess spoke, she leaned forward, her full breasts trembling beneath the silk.
Her gaze was like two soft snakes, coiling around Jerry's chest, roaming over the hidden golden mark.
Jerry's mouth hooked into a playful arc. He looked straight at Hess with his youthful yet aggressive eyes.
He knew this woman was Hera, and he knew the mark she left on him wasn't a simple "blessing."
"Professor Hess should be careful too. Some 'strengths,' once revealed, can never be taken back."
Jerry's tone was calm, but a provocative heat burned in his eyes. He wasn't referring to magic.
"And I am very interested in your 'teaching style,' Professor."
The tip of Jerry's tongue lightly brushed his lower lip. His gaze moved from Hess's sexy lips, sliding down to rest on the deep cleavage squeezed out by the silk of her robe.
A seductive light flashed in Hess's amber eyes. She laughed with swaying grace, her chest shaking violently with her laughter, that deep cleavage seeming to invite Jerry to explore further.
"Oh... is that so, Mr. Rosier?"
Her lazy voice carried a faint tease. "Then please look forward to it.
I, too, look forward to your performance."
Having said that, Hess winked at Jerry. The move was not that of a reserved professor, but of a charming socialite.
She didn't look at Jerry again, but took Meiting Kim's arm, whispering something in her ear in a low voice. Her intimate posture seemed designed to plant a seed of jealousy in Jerry's eyes.
Meiting Kim only tilted her head slightly, listening expressionlessly. Then she inconspicuously pulled her arm from Hess's grip.
"Let's go, Mr. Rosier."
Meiting Kim's voice returned to its previous coldness. She turned and headed toward the Hogwarts gates.
Walking out of the castle, the stinging sunlight poured down.
Several old pumpkin carriages were parked on the road to Hogsmeade.
The Thestrals pulling them were hidden in magical barriers, leaving only empty reins swaying in the wind, which looked somewhat eerie.
Meiting Kim said nothing more, sitting straight in one of the carriages, her red robe swaying and dyeing the cabin in vivid color. Jerry followed her inside.
Since it was just the two of them, the space in the carriage felt narrow and ambiguous.
The pumpkin carriage started, creaking as it rolled slowly along the winding path toward Hogsmeade.
At lunch time, there were usually many older students taking carriages to Hogsmeade, but today it was strangely quiet.
The cabin held only him and Meiting Kim. The windows were covered with special magical glass, making the outside world blurry and protecting the privacy within.
Meiting Kim crossed her arms, looking out the window, leaving Jerry with a graceful profile.
Her expression was still flat, as if everything that had happened before had never occurred.
However, Jerry's gaze involuntarily fell on her crossed legs.
Beneath the red robe, black stockings tightly wrapped her long and elastic curves, with the silhouette of her upper thighs looming in and out of sight.
The tight stockings seemed to silently display their temptation to Jerry with every shake of the carriage.
The light in the cabin flickered with the shadows of the trees.
Meiting Kim's long, pale legs remained crossed, the tight black silk shimmering in the dimness.
As Jerry's gaze roamed uncontrollably over her thighs, she suddenly spoke. Her voice was steady as usual, but her words made Jerry snap his eyes up.
"I heard, Mr. Rosier, that you will soon obtain a license for a Crystal Golem Workshop?"
Jerry was stunned. This seemed a sensitive question, touching upon the wealth and influence of the Rosier family.
But he quickly recovered, responding casually: "Yes, Professor.
However, it's not 'obtaining' it; it originally belonged to the Rosier family.
Because of some misunderstandings years ago, the license was taken by the Ministry.
Now, they are merely returning it to its original owner."
He omitted the sensitive term "Dark Wizard," but the implication was that the Rosier family's innocence had been proven and glory was returning.
Meiting Kim didn't respond. Instead, she relaxed her crossed left leg, her black high heel swaying.
The tip of her pointed heel, in the slight swaying of the carriage, slowly and vaguely rubbed against the hem of Jerry's school robe.
She turned her head to Jerry, her narrow phoenix eyes full of inquiry and playfulness, as if tasting every syllable of his words.
With a bump of the carriage, the tip of her shoe brushed past Jerry's calf, then moved slowly upward until it touched the high-propped area beneath his robe on his inner thigh.
She didn't retreat at all; instead, with a deliberate, near-dismissive flippancy, she tapped the bulging fabric with her heel.
"If possible!"
Meiting Kim's voice became much lower, carrying a strange magnetism. Her raised leg moved deeper, the side of the high heel pressing tight against Jerry's full and elastic "object." The black silk rubbed against the coarse fabric, bringing a strange numbness.
Exerting slight force with her foot, between her heel and the arch of her foot, she attempted to clamp the giant object hidden deep in the cloth. The grinding sensation carried an overt tease. "...Could I be among your first batch of guests?
I mean, the first... guest of the Crystal Golem Workshop."
She dragged out the last word, her tone becoming sticky and ambiguous. Her toes curled slightly in the black high heel, the tip of the shoe rubbing and kneading against his school trousers, as if trying to measure the true dimensions of Jerry's spear through the thin fabric.
Jerry's heart skipped a beat. He thought to himself that this woman had finally exposed her fox tail. He didn't answer directly. Instead, with a knowing look, he reached out his hand, seemingly "without a trace" grabbing Meiting Kim's ankle in its black silk and high heel.
Jerry's fingers felt her slender bones and soft skin through the stocking. His palm inconspicuously moved upward, gently helping the foot to rub more deeply and vigorously against his high-propped desire.
The leather of the heel and the texture of the silk left a slippery touch on Jerry's erection. The friction, half-controlled and half-alluring, made the giant object in his crotch throb more violently. The full head rubbed against the fabric, already seeping a bit of nectar.
His other hand rested on Meiting Kim's other thigh, his finger pads pressing on the stocking beneath the robe, feeling the elastic softness.
"The Professor's question is very interesting."
Jerry's voice was still calm, but a hard-to-describe slyness appeared in his eyes. "Of course, it would be my honor to have Professor Kim as the first esteemed guest of the Rosier workshop.
However... Ministry regulations state that the sale and trade of magical items between the British and Asian departments require the payment of heavy procurement taxes.
Professor Kim, as a key official of the Ministry, you must be more familiar with the terms than an eleven-year-old student like me, right?"
Having said that, before Meiting Kim could react, Jerry's wrist holding her ankle exerted sudden force, yanking the foot in its high heel toward him.
Unbalanced by the sudden shift in force, Meiting Kim's other leg followed suit, straddling Jerry's thigh directly.
The distance between them vanished instantly, Meiting Kim's exquisite and flamboyant face inches from his.
"Mmh!"
Meiting Kim let out a short groan. The jolt made her full breasts, pressed by the silk, tremble violently.
The foot in the black silk heel was now held tightly by Jerry's hand, her soft arch pressed tight against Jerry's cock, which was so hard it ached. The tip of the heel even poked his lower abdomen.
Her narrow phoenix eyes widened at the unexpected turn of events, a flash of anger in them.
This brat... this eleven-year-old brat actually dared to trick her in return, even trapping her between his legs through this half-seductive, half-shoving maneuver!
She wanted to pull her foot back, but Jerry held it tighter.
"Mr. Rosier!" Meiting Kim struggled to suppress the rage in her voice, but in her eyes, dangerous sparks were already ignited. "You should be very clear that provoking a witch, especially an academy professor, will have consequences..."
Before she could finish, the carriage gave a violent lurch. Jerry used the momentum to pull Meiting Kim toward him.
Due to inertia, her soft breasts slapped right against Jerry's chest. The orbs wrapped in the silk robe were forcefully squeezed, forming two amazing, taut arcs of flesh.
"I am clearer still," Jerry's voice whispered in her ear, carrying a depth and mockery unbefitting his age. He had already begun to knead her firm breasts through the clothing. "Ministry rules are always effective for those without power. For people like me and you, Professor..."
His palm intensified its force. Through the silk and lace, he directly pinched her swollen nipple, twisting hard with a playful intent.
"Hiss—"
Meiting Kim let out an almost inaudible gasp, the stimulation from her snowy peaks making her lower abdomen tighten instantly. She wanted to struggle, only to find her waist already embraced by Jerry's powerful hand, rendering her completely unable to move. Her foot was pressed tight by Jerry, the heel pushing dead against Jerry's thick long spear, and her arch in its black silk continuously squeezed Jerry's testicles.
She was almost suspended in Jerry's arms. Every jolt of the carriage caused a violent friction between her softness and Jerry's hardness. Meiting Kim felt Jerry's undisguised desire and the carnal kneading sensation from his hands. The rage in her eyes gradually transformed into a bizarre excitement.
She looked up, her beautiful phoenix eyes scanning Jerry's youthful face, finally meeting his deep pupils.
"You really... have the guts."
Her voice was hoarse, carrying a hint of a tease.
Jerry didn't answer. He simply lowered his head and kissed the inside of her thigh wrapped in stockings.
Through the fabric, he gave a sudden, hard suck. That suction, full of desire, made Meiting Kim's waist go soft.
Squelch!
Inside the cabin, a strong scent of masculinity intertwined with a sweet bodily fragrance.
Meiting Kim's foot, which had been forcefully pulled to his crotch by Jerry, began to actively hook and entangle Jerry's long spear, which felt like a red-hot branding iron. The tip of her heel scraped his testicles, bringing waves of numbing pleasure. Her hand lifted instinctively to push Jerry away, only to find her fingertips unconsciously winding into Jerry's hair.
"If you want to exempt those taxes, Professor Kim..."
Jerry spoke indistinctly, his teeth lightly scraping the black silk at the root of her thigh. That friction between the coarse fabric and the smooth stocking made goosebumps break out all over Meiting Kim's skin.
With one hand kneading her nipple and the other slowly sliding beneath her robe toward that wet, mysterious region: "...you'll have to show some 'sincerity' that can move me. This deal, we can... discuss further."
Meiting Kim felt her mind go blank as an unprecedented current swept through her entire body.
She never expected this young wizard would make such a bold move. She instinctively tilted her chest forward, using her own softness to meet Jerry's kneading. Her breasts were being pressed and kneaded without any rhyme or reason; the nipples were already rock hard, rubbing against Jerry's fingers through the silk and lace, bringing waves of numbing pleasure.
Her breath became rapid, and the mounds being kneaded on her chest began to emit a strong milky fragrance.
Jerry looked up and gave her a meaningful smile, one carrying a trace of youthful greenness, but mostly a shivering aggressiveness.