Far outside the tree hollow, Elania's body jolted violently.
She felt a connection originating from the deepest part of her bloodline—an intense resonance mixed with excruciating pain and sorrowful wailing.
Ignoring the startled cries of the guards behind her, Elania plummeted uncontrollably downward.
Unlike Jerry and Aya, she didn't crash into a crack. Instead, the pool of water beneath her parted actively, creating a path for her.
Splash!
The water curtain opened, and Elania's figure vanished instantly into the hole.
The next moment, Elania appeared within this golden, sacred space.
Beneath her feet was warm, viscous golden liquid. Above her, a dome formed by countless massive tree roots and crystals.
A life force so dense it felt solid enveloped Elania, making her feel as if she had returned to the most primal womb—incredibly comfortable and intimate.
However, this sensation lasted only for an instant.
Sizzle... whoosh...
The moment Elania's finely crafted leather armor, inner cloth lining, and all her accessories touched the air of this space, they were like snowflakes thrown into a raging fire.
They didn't burn but decomposed and dissolved in a more marvelous way, turning into countless fine, shimmering golden particles that dissipated into the air.
The whole process was so fast that Elania didn't even have time to react.
In the blink of an eye, Elania became completely naked, just like her mother.
Elania felt no shame about her naked body. In this space filled with the origin of life, this seemed to be the most natural state.
Only one thought occupied her mind now: find her mother and Jerry.
"Mother! Jerry!"
Elania's shout echoed in the empty passage of the tree hollow.
Stepping on the viscous, warm golden liquid, she ran quickly in the direction of the faint wailing she heard.
Splash, splash...
Her bare legs cut through the golden water, splashing continuously.
Rounding a bend, the scene ahead stopped her in her tracks.
Elania saw her mother.
Her mother, the noble Empress Aya, had her upper body tightly wedged in a hole in the wall formed by tangled tree roots, unable to move.
Aya's hair stuck wetly to her cheeks and neck. Her usually majestic face was now covered in an unnatural, vivid flush.
Her eyes were moist and unfocused, lips parted, breathing rapid.
Seeing her daughter suddenly appear naked, a trace of panic and shame flashed in Aya's eyes.
"Elania... don't... don't come over..."
Aya tried to stop her daughter, but her voice was hoarse and trembling.
Just as the words left her mouth, her body lurched forward uncontrollably, as if slammed heavily from behind by something.
An unsuppressible moan, thick with nasal tones, leaked from the depths of her throat.
"Mmh ah..."
This sound, full of strange and sticky nasality, made Elania pause.
She thought it was a cry of pain from her mother struggling while stuck.
But when her gaze moved past her mother and noticed the glowing, undamaged elf embryos on the wall, Elania's face changed immediately.
"Mother!"
"Why use this forbidden life spell again to accelerate the birth of elves from the World Tree!"
Elania's questioning was like a sharp sword, stabbing into Aya's already frayed nerves.
"I didn't!"
While the mother and daughter began to argue...
On the other side of the wall, the primal and savage conquest never stopped.
Jerry completely ignored the newly arrived Elania. All his attention was focused on the mature, voluptuous, exquisite body beneath him.
He lay on Aya's back, pressing his entire weight onto her.
Every time, he lifted his hips high, then smashed them down heavily and mercilessly.
Smack! Smack! Smack!
The sound of elastic buttocks colliding with the boy's lean hip bones rang out crisp and clear, echoing continuously in the passage.
"You're still denying it!"
Seeing her mother's flushed face and dazed eyes, Elania became more certain of her guess. Her voice rose in agitation: "If you aren't using forbidden spells, why are these embryos... like this?"
"I..."
Aya just wanted to speak, but a deep thrust from Jerry turned her words into broken moans instantly. "Ah... I... I didn't..."
"What is that?"
Elania pointed at the intact embryos on the wall, heartbroken. "Mother! Have you forgotten the teachings of the Council of Elders? Forcing life catalysis will accelerate the depletion of the World Tree's origin! This is drinking poison to quench thirst!"
"But we... ah... we have no choice!"
Aya's defense was shattered by another fierce impact from behind.
She felt that terrifyingly sized giant had completely adapted to her body. Every time, it felt like it was going to pierce right through her.
The numbness after the sharp pain and the pleasure of being forcibly stretched made her almost lose the ability to think.
"The speed of the World Tree birthing new kin... mmh ah... is simply too slow!"
Aya almost cried out this sentence, trying to use the sound of arguing to cover her uncontrollable, shameful moans. "Before... ah... the war with the wizards... we lost too many warriors... mmh..."
Jerry seemed to enjoy her forced endurance in front of her daughter.
He changed the rhythm maliciously.
Pale golden virgin blood had long mixed with the love fluids secreted by Aya's body and the fluids Jerry brought, flowing slowly down her inner thighs, leaving even more lewd trails in the golden spring water.
"If... ah... we only rely on the World Tree... how many years will it take..."
Aya's hands clawed wildly at the rough tree roots, her nails splitting, yet she felt no pain.
All her senses were concentrated on the place behind her that brought pain and fear, yet also waves of strange palpitations.
"Before our fallen legions... ah... mmh... can be... replenished..."
Aya couldn't continue, because Jerry suddenly changed his posture.
No longer satisfied with lying prone, he straightened up slightly, grabbed her waist—so slender it seemed breakable—which was stuck, and began a final, crazy sprint in a more upright, visually impactful stance.
From Elania's angle, she could only see her mother's stuck upper body and hear the increasingly loud water sounds and flesh collisions from the other side of the wall.
Elania looked at her mother, frowning slightly.
On the other side of the wall, the slap, slap impact sounds and squelch water noises became more urgent and loud, mixing with her mother's high-pitched, broken moans that had completely changed tone.
There was pain in that voice, but more of something she couldn't understand—an almost indulgent meaning.
This was definitely not the reaction a forbidden life spell should cause.
An ominous premonition gripped her heart.
Elania stopped arguing with her mother. Instead, she instinctively wanted to go around the wall and see with her own eyes what was happening on the other side.
Just as Elania took a step, on the other side of the wall, Jerry let out a suppressed growl.
Using all his strength, he thrust his astonishing asset deep into the profoundest depths of Aya's body.
"Ah!"
Aya let out a long scream as if her soul were being drawn out, her whole body trembling violently as if electrocuted.
A scorching torrent, full of vibrant life, broke through the last barrier, pouring unreservedly into the depths of her most sacred palace, filling every inch of space.
No, I can't let Elania see.
In the last moment before her consciousness collapsed under the impact of that torrent, Aya used her final shred of authority as Empress.
She raised a trembling hand and swiped gently in the void toward her daughter.
Hum!
Elania only felt the space before her eyes distort. Before she could react, she was enveloped by a gentle yet irresistible force and vanished instantly.
She was teleported to another independent space of the World Tree, an absolutely safe sanctuary accessible only to Empresses of past generations.
Confirming her daughter had left, Aya could no longer hold on.
Every bit of strength in her body seemed drained by the boy behind her, replaced by something else that made her weak all over.
Letting out a roar mixed with relief and humiliation, her stuck body burst with powerful strength.
Bang!
The huge tree roots trapping Aya shattered in response, wood chips flying.
Aya was finally free.
She stumbled forward a few steps and fell into the golden liquid with a splash, sending up a large spray.
And Jerry, who had been lying on her committing the assault, was flung away directly by this huge force, falling into the spring water not far away like a rag doll.
Aya lay in the water, gasping for breath, her body still twitching slightly uncontrollably.
She slowly tried to stand up, but her legs went weak, and she knelt back down.
At this moment, she looked utterly wretched.
Her originally flat, tight lower abdomen now bulged slightly at a speed visible to the naked eye, forming a full and ambiguous curve.
As if proclaiming that the brief yet violent violation just now had left a heavy weight inside her body.
And behind Aya, that tender secret realm ravaged by the boy in two ways was already a mess.
The portal, forcibly stretched to its limit, could no longer close completely. It was slightly everted, opening and closing weakly.
Strands of thick, white liquid carrying a strange fishy smell were slowly overflowing uncontrollably from the depths that could no longer close. Mixed with the pale golden blood that flowed out earlier, representing Aya's purity, it trickled down her round inner thighs.
Drip... drip...
The liquid, interwoven with white and gold, fell drop by drop into the "Spring of Origin" beneath her feet, spreading ripples of beauty and shame.
Humiliation and fury collided in Aya's chest like two streams of magma.
Aya looked down at the unbearable mess on her inner thighs, feeling the forcibly opened, uncloseable breach deep in her body, and the filthy stuff belonging to that boy still overflowing from it.
"I'm going to kill you."
Aya squeezed these words through her teeth, lifting her tear-stained, lust-flushed face to look murderously at the spot not far away.
Meanwhile, Jerry, who had been thrown into the golden liquid, also struggled to sit up.
Splash, water rippled.
Jerry instinctively checked his body.
The barrier he maintained with his last bit of magic was now so weak it was almost invisible, like a candle in the wind, ready to go out at any moment.
"Screwed up!"
Jerry took a deep breath, prepared to be completely melted by this "Spring of Origin."
However, one second passed, two seconds passed... apart from the warmth of the spring water, the terrifying "digestion" ability capable of melting steel did not appear.
Jerry stared in astonishment at the thin halo on his body surface.
Like a firefly in the night, though weak, it steadfastly isolated him from the deadly spring water around him.
In the moment Jerry was dazed by this discovery, Aya had already propped up her swaying body and stood up from the water.
Aya's naked body trembled slightly with anger. Every movement made her full lower abdomen rise and fall.
What made Aya feel even more ashamed was that as she stood, more thick white liquid mixed with pale golden blood threads slid from her uncloseable secret place, leaving even more humiliating trails down her long inner thighs.
Aya let out an angry roar. Barefoot, stepping on the golden spring water covering the ground, she ran toward Jerry.
Splash! Splash!
Her running made her full, snowy breasts bounce violently up and down. Below, the crossing of her thighs smeared those sticky liquids everywhere.
Before Jerry could react, Aya had rushed in front of him.
Her exquisitely beautiful face was somewhat twisted by extreme anger. Her raised fist, carrying the strength befitting an Elf Empress, smashed fiercely into his face.
Bang!
The weak magical barrier shattered in response, like a soap bubble.
Jerry's head was knocked back violently by the blow. Half his face swelled up immediately, and blood seeped from the corner of his mouth.
"Die!"
Aya succeeded in one hit but wasn't appeased.
She straddled Jerry, pinning his arms with her legs, waving her fists, smashing them into his face and body again and again.
Smack! Smack! Smack!
Every punch used all her strength, beating Jerry until he was powerless to fight back. He could only hold his head, curled up in the spring water, letting her beat him.
During her frenzied assault, from between her legs spread wide by straddling him, the shameful white turbid liquid continued to drip down. Drop by drop, it landed right on Jerry's chest and face, mixing with the blood at the corner of his mouth, forming an absurd picture.
Soon, the boy's face was covered in purple bruises, and blood overflowing from his mouth dyed the golden spring water red.
But weirdly, the wounds on Jerry's body were healing at a speed visible to the naked eye. The surrounding golden liquid seemed alive, actively attaching to Jerry's wounds. With every brush, the bruises faded a bit, the wounds closed an inch.
Aya noticed this too, which made her movements even crazier.
As if venting all her humiliation, her fists fell like rain.
However, the damage she caused was repaired in the blink of an eye by this "Holy Spring" that betrayed her.
This feeling of futility was driving her mad.
Just then, a strange palpitation came from the depths of Aya's lower abdomen.
Aya paused her movements and looked down. On her slightly bulging lower abdomen, two lights were flickering alternately—one was the sacred pale gold of her bloodline.
The other was an emerald green light filled with the most primal life force.
The two lights intertwined, forming a vortex-like point of light, rotating slowly below her navel.
At the same time, a grand and ancient consciousness poured directly into her mind through her connection with the World Tree.
That consciousness told Aya that a new life, a situation never seen before, a life conceived in the most primitive way, was taking root in her body, attempting to sprout.
A Forest Elf, pregnant?
This thought caused a momentary blank in Aya's mind.
Shame and anger were instantly replaced by a larger, incomprehensible astonishment.
Aya let out a short scream. Almost instinctively, she jerked up a long leg and kicked the boy beneath her in the chest with all her strength.
Thud!
With a muffled sound, Jerry flew like a kicked ball, tracing a long trajectory on the water surface, crashing heavily into the distant tree root wall, then sliding back into the water.
And Aya ignored him completely.
She stood up from the water somewhat wretchedly, her hands touching her lower abdomen in disbelief.
The light on her abdomen dimmed rapidly the moment she kicked Jerry away, finally disappearing completely. The throb of life that had just taken root stopped as well.
It was all over. The miracle that shouldn't have existed was declared a failure after lasting only a few seconds.
But Aya knew very well that everything just now wasn't an illusion.
The consciousness of the World Tree wouldn't deceive her.
Just now, she, a Forest Elf who should have been infertile, almost... got pregnant.
Instead of shame, Aya fell into a huge daze and disbelief as her entire racial cognition was overturned.
Forest Elves were children of the World Tree, darlings of the elements. For this, they abandoned the most primitive reproductive ability, which was also the foundation of their high affinity with nature far surpassing other races.
Daze and disbelief wound around Aya's heart like cold vines, making her temporarily forget the humiliation and pain of her body.
Aya subconsciously stroked her flat-again lower abdomen. The touch from her fingertips contrasted sharply with the strange life rhythm from seconds ago.
A thought, a thought that overturned her cognition, sprouted and grew uncontrollably in her mind.
The war with the wizards had almost drained the last drop of Forest Elf blood.
Countless excellent warriors turned to dust on the front lines, leaving the elves' proud legions in tatters.
It was this grievous loss that forced Aya, the proud Elf Empress, to sign that humiliating peace treaty with the humans playing with filthy magic.
Because Aya knew, if they continued fighting, only extinction awaited them.
But the speed of replenishing the population was simply too slow.
The World Tree, their mother, needed a full hundred years to conceive new infants.
A hundred years was but a snap of fingers for long-lived elves, but for a civilization in precarious danger, it was an unbearably long wait.
This directly led to the rising voices against Aya in the Council of Elders, even questioning her qualification as Empress.
Internal trouble and external aggression almost pushed Aya to a dead end.
This was why she desperately tried to force birth.
She needed new warriors, new kin, to consolidate her crumbling rule, to buy breathing time for the Elf race.
But, if...
A brand new, crazy, yet fatally tempting possibility surfaced in Aya's mind.
Her gaze moved slowly, crossing this golden space, finally landing on the boy in the distance struggling to stand up from the water.
Jerry shook his head; that kick just now made him still a bit dizzy.
Naked, he stood straight in the golden spring water.
The wounds on his body had completely disappeared; his skin was as smooth as new under the repair of the Holy Spring.
That giant object, completely incompatible with his boyish physique, still shocking in size even in a semi-flaccid state, hung unreservedly between his legs, swaying gently with his movements.
Aya's gaze locked dead onto that thing like iron filings attracted to a magnet.
Her eyes changed.
No longer anger, no longer humiliation, not even killing intent.
It was a more complex, more primal emotion.
Like a starving hunter seeing a prey that could save the entire tribe.
Or a dying alchemist discovering a Philosopher's Stone that could turn stone into gold.
That ugly thing that rudely violated her and brought her endless shame... was also the very thing that almost created a miracle that shouldn't have existed.
The World Tree needed a hundred years.
Forbidden spells brought devastating backlash.
But he... just now, took less than a quarter of an hour.
Aya's breathing became a bit hurried unconsciously.
She looked at Jerry. A plan, a plan crazy enough to drive all elves mad, slowly took shape in her heart.
Aya stood up slowly from the golden spring water.
Splash!
The sound of water rang out. She took a step, not to flee, nor to attack, but with a clear purpose, walking step by step toward that boy again.
Watching the tall figure walking slowly toward him, Jerry's heart sank.
Although this weird space no longer repelled his flesh, the rich life energy in the air rudely blocked all other elements, leaving his body dry of magic without a drop left, unable to recover quickly like outside.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have been pressed under that woman like a sandbag just now, powerless to fight back.
Aya's face no longer held the hysterical madness; it was replaced by a terrifyingly calm scrutiny that made him even more uneasy.
That look made him feel he was no longer an intruder needing execution, but an item... awaiting valuation.
Jerry didn't intend to stay and see what crazy plan this Empress, whom he had just violated, was hatching.
Jerry's hand reached into the pocket of his wizarding robe, which had been digested into tatters at his waist. Fortunately, the Undetectable Extension pocket wrapped in layers of alchemy materials was still intact.
Jerry fumbled around, pulled out a small crystal vial, uncorked it, and downed the glowing liquid inside.
A warm current spread rapidly from his throat to his limbs, replenishing his exhausted stamina.
Simultaneously, his other hand pulled out another item.
It was a magic stone the size of a pigeon egg, red as blood all over.
Inside the stone, magma seemed to flow slowly, emitting heart-palpitating energy fluctuations.
Although this magic stone was far less destructive than the "Meteor Swarm +9" used in the secret realm, the solidified "Pyroblast +7" within was enough to release terrifying high temperature and impact instantly.
It was more than enough to blast this not-too-large space to smithereens and blow open a path to the outside.
Of course, if one wasn't enough, Jerry... had several more.
After all, +9 magic stones were hard to synthesize, but he had plenty of +5, +6, and +7 ones.
The moment the red magic stone appeared in Jerry's hand, Aya, who was walking step by step, contracted her golden pupils violently.
She stopped.
As the Elf Empress, her perception of magical elements far exceeded ordinary people.
She could clearly feel what a violent and pure destructive power was compressed in that small stone.
Once that power was released, let alone opening a way out, the entire core area of the "Spring of Origin" would likely suffer irreversible heavy damage.
This human brat... actually wanted to destroy the foundation of her race.
Looking at the Empress's halted steps and suddenly changed face, Jerry pulled a cold smile on his pale face.
Jerry raised the magic stone in his hand, letting the red light reflect on his scarred (though healing) face.
"What?"
Jerry's voice was hoarse but full of undisguised mockery and threat: "Scared?"
Aya's gaze lingered on the crimson magic stone for a moment, then moved back to Jerry's tender yet threat-filled face.
She took a deep breath, seeming to want to suppress the myriad thoughts in her chest, her full breasts rising and falling with it.
"We can talk."
Her voice regained the calm befitting an Empress, but the slight rasp still betrayed everything she had experienced not long ago.
Hearing this, Jerry raised an eyebrow, the cold sarcasm on his face deepening.
"Talk? Why should I negotiate with you?"
Jerry shook the magic stone in his hand, then looked her naked body, still bearing traces of lovemaking, up and down with an extremely insulting gaze. "Just because... I screwed you just now?"
Jerry laughed, the sound sharp and piercing.
This sentence was like an invisible slap, hitting Aya hard on the face.
The corner of her eye twitched uncontrollably, and monstrous flames ignited instantly in her golden pupils.
Just as she was about to pounce regardless of everything, Jerry crushed the magic stone in his hand.
BOOM!
Without any warning, a dull explosion blasted in this enclosed space.
Violent flames and shockwaves swept in all directions with Jerry as the center.
Aya was hit head-on by this sudden giant wave, staggering back several steps before barely standing firm.
Aya's full, mature body shook violently under the shockwave.
Those snowy white peaks bounced crazily up, down, left, and right like fruits blown by a gale, the red cherries at the tips trembling ceaselessly.
And her voluptuous, round buttocks were squeezed and slapped by the airwave like soft jelly, shaking out dazzling waves of flesh.
Splash!
The golden spring water was thrown up into giant waves meters high, then crashed down heavily.
The tree roots overhead were blasted apart and shattered, falling down with a crackle mixed with crystal debris.
The entire space shook violently in this explosion, and the main body of the World Tree let out a painful groan.
Aya shook her head wretchedly, brushing away the wet hair on her face.
Just as Aya wanted to rush over, she saw through the smoke and water mist that Jerry held another identical magic stone flickering with ominous red light in his hand.
Aya's advancing steps came to an abrupt halt.
"You won't get out even if you blow through here!"
Aya could finally no longer maintain her composure, shouting loudly at him, her voice shrill with urgency. "This is the very core of the World Tree, hundreds of kilometers thick from the outer bark!"
Jerry didn't listen at all.
He activated the second magic stone without hesitation.
Another loud boom.
This explosion seemed even more powerful. Aya was nearly flipped over, shielding her head with her arms, letting the shockwave and debris batter her smooth back.
When the dust settled slightly, Jerry found with disappointment that although he had blasted another big hole in the surrounding wall, ahead lay an endless maze of tangled roots.
He hadn't advanced much further from where he was initially stuck.
Seeing the anxiety and helplessness on the boy's face, Aya knew the time had come.
She slowly straightened her body, letting the golden liquid mixed with his sticky fluid, which had not yet finished flowing from between her legs, slide down her thighs.
Aya didn't try to approach again, but looked at him with a new, strange gaze.
"As long as you can get me pregnant!"
Aya spoke, her voice not loud, but ringing like thunder in Jerry's ears. "Then everything that happened before will be forgiven."
Jerry tilted his head, looking at the once high-and-mighty Empress.
Hearing her shocking proposal, there was no joy on his face, but a playful expression of watching a show.
Aya noticed his scornful gaze. Even though she had decided to sacrifice everything for her race, a humiliating flush inevitably rose on her cheeks.
But she just clenched her hands at her sides, forced herself to meet Jerry's gaze, and repeated word by word:
"As long as you can make me pregnant with your child, everything you did to me before... will be forgiven."
When saying this, Aya could feel the sticky fluid belonging to this boy still dripping slowly down her inner thighs, a sensation that made her almost grind her teeth to dust.
"Ha."
Jerry let out a short sneer. He took two steps forward, his bare feet splashing in the warm spring water.
Jerry scanned back and forth between her full breasts, which had shaken violently from the explosion just now, and her lower abdomen, which had bulged slightly and then flattened again, with an undisguised, aggressive gaze.
"You? Worthy?" He spat out these two words, full of insult.
"You have no choice," Aya's voice turned cold.
"Is that so?" The smile vanished from Jerry's face. He pulled out another crimson magic stone, holding it in his palm, ready to activate it.
"Stop!" Aya's figure instantly turned into a golden blur, rushing fiercely toward Jerry. She intended to subdue this reckless brat completely the moment before the magic stone was activated.
Splash!
The golden spring water was cut open by her high-speed movement, stirring up two long waves.
However, when her claws, capable of tearing steel, were about to touch Jerry's neck, Jerry didn't dodge. He just turned sideways, letting her grab his shoulder.
Aya used all her strength, trying to press him into the water, but found the boy's body slippery, as if an invisible force were repelling her.
And the deep bloody scratches left by her five fingers on his shoulder healed instantly under the nourishment of the spring water.
In this space, he was like a loach, impossible to truly catch or harm.
And Jerry obviously realized this too.
Aya was momentarily helpless. She could only retreat two steps, keeping a distance from him, and asked sternly, "Then what exactly do you want?"
Jerry narrowed his eyes, weighing the magic stone in his hand, not answering immediately.
He calculated quickly in his mind.
If what this woman said was true, and this place was hundreds of kilometers from the outside, his stock wouldn't be enough to blast out.
He didn't want to waste his last few life-saving cards in this hellhole.
It seemed negotiation was the only way out.
But negotiating with this woman whom he had just raped was tantamount to asking a tiger for its skin. Who knew if she would turn hostile the next second?
Jerry needed a... hostage, or rather, a notary.
Jerry's gaze fell once again on the undulating curves of Aya's body, the corner of his mouth hooking into a malicious arc.
"Simple."
Jerry put away the magic stone and said slowly, "Bring your daughter here. Let her be the notary, and then we'll talk properly."
"Impossible!"
Aya refused without thinking.
Let Elania come back?
Let her see her mother like this?
Let her know that she was prepared to trade for the continuation of the race in this way?
This was worse than killing her.
Jerry looked at Aya's resolute appearance, smiled, and said nothing. He just leisurely pulled out another magic stone, tossing it in his hand.
That posture of being ready to die together at the slightest disagreement raised Aya's heart to her throat again.
Aya looked at the boy's rogue face, then at the stone representing destruction in his hand. Finally, all persistence turned into a sigh.
She closed her eyes and waved her hand. Space rippled slightly, and a moment later, Elania's figure reappeared in this golden space.
"Mother?"
As soon as Elania appeared, she saw the two confronting each other and the mess around them, somewhat confused.
"Are you okay?" Jerry looked at Elania, concern in his tone.
Elania shook her head, then looked at Jerry, then at her naked, humiliated mother not far away. She guessed something, but it was too outrageous for her to dare think about.
In the awkward silence, Aya spoke. She didn't look at her daughter but stared at Jerry, her voice so low it sounded as if it didn't come from her:
"My condition is... let him help our Elf race reproduce."
"Mother!"
Elania let out a cry of disbelief.
She stared wide-eyed at her mother as if meeting her for the first time.
Let a human... a boy who was like an enemy just now, help the noble Elves reproduce?
This was simply a fantasy, the greatest insult to the entire Elf race.
However, Aya just turned her head slowly, looking at her daughter. In those golden eyes, there was no longer struggle, no longer shame, only a calm heavy enough to abandon everything for the survival of the race.
"For the Elves," she said, "I don't care about face."
Seeing her daughter's incomprehending look, Aya knew she had to make her understand the gravity and... possibility of the matter.
"Just now!" Aya's voice was low. She avoided looking at Jerry, casting her gaze into the void as if stating a fact unrelated to herself. "After he... did those things to me, my body reacted. A reaction of... conception."
Elania was stunned, instinctively retorting: "Impossible! Mother, we Forest Elves don't have..."
"I know." Aya interrupted her, a trace of fatigue in her tone. "But the consciousness of the World Tree told me I almost got pregnant. This human boy, his bloodline, or rather... his life origin, broke the laws we have inherited for ten thousand years."
This sentence was a bigger shock than anything before.
Elania's brain buzzed, going blank.
She stared blankly at her mother, then at Jerry.
Elania's gaze subconsciously moved to Jerry's crotch.
That giant object was currently in a semi-flaccid state, but even so, its astonishing size and outline still carried a primal and barbaric visual impact.
It was this thing, this thing belonging to a human male, that had just violated her noble mother, and now, was called by her mother... the key to breaking the laws of the Elf race?
An absurd, yet incredibly tempting possibility, like a spark, fell into the dry grassland of Elania's heart.
If... if what Mother said is true...
Elania's cheeks flushed red instantly, like a ripe apple.
But in those beautiful eyes, a scorching flame mixed with annoyance and possessiveness ignited.
Elania could no longer care about etiquette and shame.
Splash!
A hurried sound of water rang out.
Elania strode on her long legs, rushing in front of Jerry in a few steps.
Before Jerry could react, Elania suddenly reached out and grabbed the "culprit" that almost got her mother pregnant.
That warm, thick, resilient touch made Elania's hand tremble slightly, the flush on her face spreading to her neck.
But her grip didn't loosen at all; instead, it tightened.
Elania looked up, like a young leopard guarding its food, and shouted at her mother in an angry, tearful tremor:
"Mom, this is mine! I will absolutely not give it to you!"
Aya was completely stunned. She looked at her daughter, who had always been proud and pure, now flushed red, grabbing a boy's lifeblood like snatching a toy, declaring ownership to her.
This scene was too shocking, leaving her unsure how to react for a moment.
But immediately, her daughter's words were like lightning, clearing the fog in her brain.
Right...
Since this boy could make her, the Empress, pregnant... then he could naturally make the Princess with the same bloodline, Elania... pregnant, couldn't he?
Moreover, compared to herself, Elania was younger, her body more vibrant. In terms of success rate, perhaps... she was the better choice.
Wait!
Elania's words were like a stone thrown into a calm lake, rippling circle after circle in Aya's heart, which then turned into towering waves.
Her thinking was completely opened up.
Yes, not just Elania.
In the Elf race, there were large numbers of unmarried maidens in their prime, their pure bodies flowing with the purest blood.
And those widows who lost their partners in the war and were still fighting on the front lines, the strongest warriors of the tribe, without partners...
If, if this human boy could really impregnate elves... then they...
Aya's gaze changed.
That gaze falling on Jerry was no longer a queen's judgment of a prisoner, nor a victim's hatred of a perpetrator, nor even a plotter's calculation of a tool.
It was a... hotter, greedier gaze, like staring at endless treasure.
Aya almost instinctively staked the future of the entire Elf race on this boy.
Jerry felt that gaze.
It felt tangible, making him feel stripped naked and placed on an altar, waiting to be devoured by a pack of hungry she-wolves.
Jerry swallowed uncontrollably, his Adam's apple bobbing.
Feeling his heart rate accelerate, even the giant between his legs, which had just quieted down, showed signs of rising due to Elania's grab and this inexplicable pressure and stimulation.
"I... I haven't agreed to you yet."
Jerry said with false bravado, trying to gain some initiative for himself. "Besides, I'm too young now."
When he said this, he felt a bit guilty himself.
After all, he was the one who had just tortured this Empress half to death with that "too small" thing.
Sure enough, hearing his lame excuse, Aya just rolled her eyes lightly.
That charming demeanor, coupled with her current situation, looked particularly weird.
"Exactly."
Elania also seized the opportunity immediately, letting go of her hand shyly, blocking in front of Jerry half-protectively, half-declaring sovereignty.
Imitating her mother, she tried to puff out her chest, which was slightly undeveloped compared to her mother's, and said: "Jerry is still studying at Hogwarts. Even if it's really possible... that would at least have to wait until he graduates."
Hearing this, Aya felt relieved instead.
She waved her hand indifferently, as if all previous humiliation and struggle had blown away with the wind.
Elves lived incredibly long lives; waiting a few years meant nothing to her.
As long as she could seize this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, everything was worth it.
"Waiting a few years is no problem."
Aya looked at Jerry, her golden eyes filled with unquestionable resolution. "But the condition is, you must agree to marry Elania!"
Marry the Elf Princess?
Jerry's first reaction was to refuse, but out of the corner of his eye, he caught Elania's expression.
The young Elf Princess was looking at him with a gaze he had never seen before.
In those beautiful eyes, there was no longer the previous pride or annoyance, but expectation, nervousness, and even a trace of... pleading.
Elania's cheeks flushed with a moving red, hands unconsciously twisting together, naked body trembling slightly from tension.
That pitiable look made it hard for any man to say no.
Besides, the proposal before him was almost delivering the mission reward directly to his mouth.
Moreover, it was only "after graduation," which was several years away.
Who knew what would happen in a few years? Agreeing first to stabilize them and getting a safety guarantee to leave here was the most important thing.
Jerry looked up again at Elania's figure, which, though green compared to her mother, was already showing graceful curves, and thought about her noble princess status, calculating in his mind.
Looking at it any way, he wasn't losing out.
A noble and beautiful Elf Princess actively wanting to marry him—this would make Malfoy die of envy if word got out.
Of course, all this was built on a huge information gap.
Jerry never dreamed that beneath Aya's calm surface lay a crazy plan—she didn't want a son-in-law at all, but an efficient, powerful "seeder" for the entire Elf race.
If Jerry knew that what he might face in the future were thousands of elf women in their prime, fierce as wolves and tigers, he would blast his way out immediately even if he used up all his trump cards.
Unfortunately, he didn't know.
So after briefly weighing the pros and cons, Jerry put away the sarcasm on his face, looked at Aya, then at the expectant Elania beside him, deliberately put on a reluctant look, and nodded.
"Alright, I agree."
"But, I have conditions. First, the engagement to Elania cannot be announced until after my fifth year. Of course, you can discuss it with the high levels of the Ministry of Magic first, but only within a small circle... Second..."
Accompanied by roaring green flames, a half-naked Jerry fell out of the dormitory fireplace wretchedly, planting face-first on the cold floor.
"Crazy woman..."
Propping up his somewhat weak body, he cursed in a low voice.
The tattered wizarding robe was gone; he was almost naked now, with only a few pieces of fabric hanging on him.
Jerry recalled the last moment before being sent back. That future "mother-in-law," Aya, actually reached out desperately the moment the teleportation spell activated and grabbed his lifeblood hard. That force felt like she wanted to squeeze something out of it at the last moment.
That humiliating and weird feeling made his lower abdomen twitch even now.
Jerry struggled to stand up from the floor, looking around this familiar, clean, and tidy dormitory.
Anyway, he was finally back.
As for the mess at the World Tree core and the Ministry of Magic, let that pair of equally crazy elf mother and daughter worry about it.
Thinking this, he walked toward the bathroom.
In the negotiation just now, he gained not only a marriage contract.
More importantly, from Aya's eager attitude and words, he finally figured out something that had been bothering him.
Last time, so many elves infiltrated the wizarding world, kidnapping and corrupting so many wizards, yet in the end, the Forest Elves were only lightly warned by the Ministry, turning a big problem into a small one.
The real reason was that the Forest Elf race was no longer that isolated, dispensable ancient race.
They claimed neutrality to the outside world but had secretly joined the border legions formed by wizards.
Simply because their magic, highly compatible with nature, and powerful individual combat capabilities showed extraordinary restraint effects when dealing with the powerful entities in the newly discovered world cluster, those whom the wizard high command called "new neighbors of the Norse Gods."
Precisely because the Forest Elf race suddenly displayed huge strategic value, the Ministry adopted an attitude of turning a blind eye to some of their internal "small actions."
As long as it didn't shake the foundation, as long as they could still contribute on the battlefield against the "new neighbors," the wizards wouldn't interfere too much.
Hot water poured down from the showerhead, washing away Jerry's invisible fatigue and inner turmoil.
The warm water relaxed him slightly. He was washing his shockingly sized thing carefully.
Just then, the bathroom door was pushed open with a bang.
Professor McGonagall appeared at the door, still wearing that dark green wizarding robe, her expression one of urgency and panic rarely seen.
When she saw Jerry standing naked under the shower, looking wretched but at least unharmed, her tense shoulders relaxed imperceptibly.
But this relaxation lasted only a second.
McGonagall walked in quickly, splashing water wetting her robe hem and shoes, but she didn't care.
McGonagall walked to the outside of the shower stall, separated by the glass door, and demanded in an unquestionable, stern voice: "Where did you go?"
Jerry glanced at her, feigning innocence, his hands not stopping.
He held his meat root, rubbing it carefully with foam like washing an ordinary object, and answered nonchalantly: "What's wrong? Professor, I didn't go anywhere, just washing up here."
Jerry's lie and his sloppy attitude clearly ignited Professor McGonagall's anger completely.
She said no more nonsense, directly pulled open the glass door, and stepped into the shower stall.
She lifted a leg; her calf, wrapped tightly and shapely in black stockings, looked particularly striking in the mist.
Then, under Jerry's stunned gaze, she used her stocking-clad foot to step squarely and unbiasedly on the meat root he was holding and washing.
The stocking-clad sole pressed against the hard bone below through a thin layer of flesh, while the soft arch wrapped in stocking completely suppressed that huge thing, pinning it firmly between his own hand and lower abdomen.
A stimulation mixed with stinging pain, pressure, and strange touch shot up from the most sensitive part.
Jerry groaned, his hands stopping.
"I am not joking with you."
Professor McGonagall's voice came from above, cold and clear. She pressed her foot down harder. "Jerry Rosier, tell me, where exactly did you go?"
"Hiss!"
That sensitive part, having just experienced a big battle and now being scrubbed repeatedly, how could it withstand such treatment?
Jerry's waist went soft instantly. The indifferent expression on his face collapsed, replaced by a grimace of pain.
The hand holding his lifeblood dared not move, fearing that a slight movement would make the stocking-clad foot grind deeper.
"Professor! Professor! I was wrong! I'll talk! I'll tell everything!"
He begged for mercy almost immediately, his voice changing tone.
McGonagall looked at his pitiful appearance. The expression on her face didn't loosen a bit, but the force under her foot finally didn't increase.
Jerry dared not delay. While enduring the constant pressure and pain, he spilled the beans about his experience of being abducted by the elves as fast as he could.
Jerry painted himself as an innocent victim. A poor student ambushed by unknown magic while taking a walk, then forcibly taken to the World Tree core and imprisoned in that golden spring water.
He recounted how Elf Empress Aya used coercion and inducement, saying their race needed a powerful bloodline and had set their sights on Jerry's potential.
Of course, the core and most critical parts of the whole process were cleverly concealed and altered by him.
In Jerry's mouth, what Aya did to him became some kind of mandatory "bloodline extraction ceremony," and the violent, lustful intercourse between him and Aya was downplayed as a humiliating "cooperation" he had to perform for self-preservation under threat of death.
He portrayed himself as a pitiful sacrifice whose "life essence" was extracted by the greedy Elf Empress.
As for the marriage contract, it became an "unequal treaty" he signed in desperation to ensure his safe return.
As he spoke, he carefully observed Professor McGonagall's expression, trying to find a trace of sympathy or anger on her stern face.
However, Professor McGonagall's reaction completely exceeded Jerry's expectations.
After listening to Jerry's "tearful" accusation, instead of showing any sympathy, McGonagall raised the corner of her mouth, revealing a cold, sarcastic smile.
"In other words!" McGonagall looked down at the boy she was stepping on, concluding in a meaningful tone: "After all this tossing and turning, you now have an extra Elf Princess fiancée?"
Jerry's heart skipped a beat, secretly cursing bad luck.
He said so much about being bullied and squeezed, but to her, the main point was only that last "trophy"?
He just wanted to explain, emphasizing that the engagement was forced, humiliating, and unwilling, but the movement of Professor McGonagall's foot made him swallow all his words.
The stocking-clad foot began to rub left and right slowly with a punishing force.
The instep wrapped in stocking ground over the already battered giant again and again.
The fine texture of the stocking, under the action of water and foam, produced a friction sensation so strange it made his scalp tingle.
Pain with a torturous meaning, interwoven with an untimely numbness from being suppressed, rushed straight to Jerry's brain.
Jerry's body tensed uncontrollably. He could feel his disappointing thing actually showing a tendency to rise again under this torture.
Professor McGonagall clearly felt the change under her foot. Her smile remained unchanged, but her eyes became more dangerous.
With abnormal decisiveness, she withdrew her foot. Looking at Jerry's expression of wanting to endure but failing, she said in a light tone, as if discussing the weather: "Looks like you've recovered quite well."
With that, she turned and walked out of the shower stall, stopping at the door to look back and leave a sentence that plunged Jerry into an ice cave:
"I'll come back tonight to 'check' your body."
Before Jerry could digest that threat-filled forecast, Professor McGonagall turned back.
Almost without pause, she rushed back into the shower stall in a few steps, her soaked hem dragging dark water marks on the floor.
This time, she held nothing back.
With a muffled thud, Jerry's back was pushed by an irresistible force against the cold tile wall.
Warm water flowed over him, but his back was bone-chillingly cold.
Before Jerry could react, the foot clad in black stocking was raised again and fell heavily in a more merciless way.
This time, the heel of the high shoe stepped precisely on his eggs, pressing the two fragile things against the cold tiles.
"Ugh ah..."
Professor McGonagall's face leaned close to his ear. Warm breath blew on his auricle, but the words spoken gave him goosebumps all over.
"As for now!"
"I have to wipe your ass clean first."