Had Isabella ever suffered such humiliation in her entire life?
Just as her consciousness was about to be swallowed by the suffocating darkness, a sharp, urgent female voice pierced through the jagged hole in the door:
"Stop it... Jerry!"
It was Katherine.
She had managed to tidy herself up. Her messy robes were smoothed out, and the evidence of her frantic, messy orgasm had been magically cleansed away, as if the woman who had just been a panting, leaking mess under Jerry's tongue never existed. She stood outside the door, her face wearing a calculated mask of anxiety and confusion, as if she had only just rushed there after hearing the explosion.
Hearing the shout, Jerry stopped. He released his grip on Isabella's throat and slowly, deliberately stood up from her soft, resilient back. He even took a moment to straighten his collar, his face retaining that calm, playful expression. To him, the lethal suppression he had just exerted was nothing more than a harmless game.
Finally free, Isabella collapsed like a drowning victim, gasping and coughing violently on the floor. Fresh air rushed into her lungs, bringing a stinging, burning sensation. Ignoring her shame and pain, she pushed herself up with trembling hands. Her sheer white robe was in tatters, failing to cover her most intimate parts; large patches of snow-white skin were exposed, marked with red indentations from Jerry's weight.
Her golden hair was a tangled mess, her beautiful face flushed red from oxygen deprivation and fury. Her icy blue eyes blazed with a murderous fire as she locked onto Jerry.
"I'll kill you!" she hissed, ignoring Katherine. She raised her hand again, a more violent surge of magic coalescing in her palm for a lethal strike.
"Wait, Isabella!" Katherine rushed in, throwing her arms out between them. "It's a misunderstanding! This room... this room was just assigned to this freshman, Jerry Rosier, as his private dormitory!"
Just as Isabella was about to fire, the sound of rhythmic footsteps echoed from the top of the spiral staircase, accompanied by the muffled voices of other Slytherin students.
The color drained from the faces of all three. Katherine looked frantic, and Isabella's hand hesitated. No matter how arrogant she was, she knew that being seen in this state—half-naked, disheveled, and humiliated—would cause a scandal that would ruin her reputation forever.
In that split second, Jerry acted. Without even looking at the ruined door, he snapped his fingers.
With a low hum, the impossible happened. The splinters of snakewood and stone fragments flew off the ground, reassembling and stitching themselves together in mid-air. The cracks healed instantly, and the scorch marks vanished. Within two seconds, the heavy door stood perfectly intact, as if the explosion had never occurred.
The sheer precision of such advanced mending magic left even Isabella stunned.
Jerry turned slowly toward Isabella, who was still on the verge of a murderous rage. The predatory aggression on his face vanished, replaced by an elegant, perfectly measured look of regret. He bowed slightly, looking at her with an innocent, sincere gaze.
"I am so sorry, Senior. This truly was a misunderstanding."
Isabella continued to glare at him, her anger unextinguished, but Jerry's god-like display of magic had cast a thick shadow of caution over her murderous intent.
The voices outside grew closer. Jerry seemed oblivious to the danger radiating from her. He looked at her, his gaze sliding from her angry face down to the flashes of pale skin visible through her torn robe. His gaze wasn't lecherous; it was the appreciative look of an artist admiring a perfect masterpiece.
"Senior," he spoke again, his voice filled with a youth's earnestness, "you are the most beautiful witch I have ever seen. Earlier, I was... overwhelmed by your aura and beauty. My body reacted uncontrollably. Please, forgive my intrusion."
Half of it was flattery; half of it was fact. Jerry reached into his robe and pulled out a small, velvet jewelry box. He opened it, presenting it to Isabella. Inside lay a delicate necklace made of mithril. The pendant was a dreamlike, pink-purple gem. Deep within the stone, a swirling mist of vapor seemed to rotate, emitting a faint, sickly-sweet scent. Just looking at it made one's heart race; it felt as if something deep inside the body was being pulled to the surface.
"This little thing is an alchemical item I found before coming to Hogwarts," Jerry said humbly. "It doesn't do much, but it helps the wearer settle their mind. As an apology for my rudeness, perhaps it can make up for my mistake."
He wasn't lying. This alchemical creation, fused from the "Succubus's Whisper," did indeed "settle" the mind—by completely dissolving reason and shame, leaving only pure desire behind.
[Item Type: Special Alchemical Material/Consumable] [Quality: Rare] [Description: A crystallization of desire refined from the soul of a High Succubus. It effortlessly dissolves rational defenses, magnifying hidden desires until the target becomes a slave to their own flesh.]
Isabella was drawn to the strange gem. As a high-born, pure-blood witch, she could sense the extraordinary, seductive power radiating from it.
"What's going on?" a male voice asked from outside the door. "Is someone in there? We heard a loud bang."
Isabella tensed. she clutched her torn robe, but it could barely hide her charms. Her pride wouldn't allow her to be seen like this. In this moment, Jerry made the choice for her. He walked to the door and opened it just a crack.
"Ah, hello, Seniors," he said with a shy, freshman smile. "I'm so sorry. That noise was my fault. I'm Jerry Rosier. The Headmaster... and the Dean... assigned me this room. I was testing some magical items and accidentally triggered a defense ward. I'm sorry to have disturbed you."
The explanation was perfect. It established his status and dismissed the explosion as a common mistake.
"Private dorm? A freshman?" one of the seniors muttered with a hint of jealousy, but they moved on.
Jerry closed the door and cast a silencing charm. He walked back to Isabella and held out the velvet box again.
"Now," he whispered like a demon, "we can continue our conversation, Senior."
The sweet, subtle fragrance of the gem invaded Isabella's nostrils, sparking a strange heat deep in her abdomen. Her reason screamed at her that this was dangerous, but her body felt an instinctive craving. Finally, Isabella reached out. Her fingers were stiff as she took the mithril necklace.
"Fine," she said, her voice cold and raspy. "I'll take this. As compensation for your... offense."
She had found an excuse to keep her dignity. Jerry backed away with a "please proceed" gesture. Katherine quickly handed Isabella a fresh black robe. Isabella snatched it, covering her nearly naked body. She hurried out of the room without looking back, her head held high like a defeated but unbowed swan. Katherine followed, but before she left, she mouthed to Jerry: I want one too.
Left alone, Jerry walked to the bathroom. There, on the edge of the tub, lay a tiny, pure white pair of cotton panties. They were still damp with steam and her body heat—the proud Prefect had forgotten them in her haste. He picked them up, feeling the soft lace. Then, he pulled out another pair: grey cotton with cute paw prints and a cat tail. He placed both "trophies" into the box and lay down on the bed, staring at the Hogwarts sky.
The new day began with the chiming of the clock tower. However, the first class wasn't in a dusty classroom.
By the Great Lake, the freshmen gathered. Before them stood a horrifying sight: a seventy-meter-tall Cyclops, its skin grey and muscled, crouching by the water. Massive, rusted metal bolts were driven through its shoulders, anchoring a large wooden platform directly into its bleeding flesh. It was a living, breathing transportation device.
While the students whispered in awe and fear, Albus Dumbledore arrived with four others. They were Elves—three males and one female. The female elf, silver-haired and beautiful, pointed at the giant and cried out in a voice full of holy compassion: "How can you wizards be so cruel! This is a life! This is a desecration of nature!"
Dumbledore didn't smile. He turned and gave her a look of such immense, cold pressure that the elf's voice died in her throat. He introduced them as exchange students under the "Eternal Alliance Pact."
Jerry stood in the crowd, indifferent. He knew the truth. Wizards had conquered many worlds, but only children born on Earth could use magic. This meant they lacked the numbers to manage their vast empires. The "Eternal Alliance" was a tool—wizards would "ally" with races strong enough to fight back, while weaker ones were simply crushed. This elf only had the right to complain because her people were powerful.
The giant began to walk into the lake. A magical barrier kept the water at bay, revealing a wondrous underwater world.
Suddenly, a small figure squeezed in next to Jerry. "Hi there!"
It was a red-headed girl with a striking contrast. She looked like a "loli"—round, doll-like face with ruby-red eyes and ginger hair. But her body was impossibly developed. Her loose robes could barely contain a chest so large and heavy it threatened to tear the fabric. She was only about eleven or twelve, but her curves were far beyond her years.
"I'm Liliana Gregory, Hufflepuff," she chirped. "You're so cool and quiet. What house are you in?"
She leaned in close. Jerry could smell her milky, sweet scent. Her massive breasts brushed against his arm, their incredible softness and elasticity apparent even through the robes.
The other students kept their distance from Jerry upon hearing the name "Rosier," but Liliana didn't care. Jerry reached out, and a silver bracelet appeared in his palm.
"Jerry. Slytherin. Take this as a gift."
Liliana gasped in delight. Jerry reached out to put it on her wrist. On his thumb was an obsidian ring—an alchemical item that amplified his charm to irresistible levels. As his fingers brushed her skin, Liliana shivered, her face flushing. She felt an overwhelming urge to be near him.
"Your hands are cold," she whispered. "But I love it."
She was bolder than Jerry expected. She stood on her tiptoes and gave him a loud, wet kiss on the cheek. As she leaned in, her huge, heavy tits smashed firmly into his arm and chest. The sensation of those warm, fleshy globes was intense.
Jerry acted the part of the shy boy, his face turning red. "It... it has a shield charm. Keep it on."
Liliana beamed. Suddenly, the giant tripped on a stone, and the platform tilted. Liliana screamed and fell directly into Jerry's arms.
The impact was massive. A terrifying amount of warmth and soft flesh slammed into him. Her enormous, overdeveloped breasts buried his chest, the sheer volume of her chest wrapping around him. It was incredibly soft, plump, and bouncy.
When they stabilized, Liliana pouted, rubbing her chest. "Ugh, I hate these things," she complained to Jerry. "They bounce everywhere and almost broke my ribs. I wish they were smaller."
"Shameless!" a sharp voice snapped.
It was the Patil twins, Padma and Parvati. They glared at them with Gryffindor "righteousness."
"Cuddling with a Dark Wizard in broad daylight," one sneered.
"A disgrace to the freshmen," the other added.
Liliana turned red with anger. Jerry gently squeezed her arm.
"They're just jealous," Jerry whispered, looking at the flat-chested twins. "Look at them... they have two flat runways, perfect for landing planes!"