[Forbidden for the Brave] (36-38)

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【Previous Recap】
The silver badge the protagonist obtained from Sarah, who tragically died in the Bloodlust Mine, was actually a teleportation enchanted item for a specific passage. After the explosion, the massive energy infusion triggered the magic, transporting the protagonist to the Sliland Magic Academy.
Sliland Academy was once a renowned institution in the magic world, but due to a special event many years ago, it disappeared. Sarah was an assistant teacher at the academy, and also the assistant to her mother, Seril Lisley. Seril was devastated upon receiving the news, but the situation continued to worsen. The gatekeeper, Quirrell, who had a secret agreement with the head teacher, Argus August, placed the magic-slaying stone bracelet—a nemesis of magicians—on Seril's wrist out of personal greed.
Argus, having learned of the unfolding events, chose to do nothing. The question that had plagued him for years finally found a clue in the protagonist. After a series of experiments, he drank the blood sample left by the protagonist on the healing teacher, Neel Binsley. Meanwhile, the protagonist, having unintentionally provoked the principal's son, Quills Misius, found himself in constant trouble. The seemingly peaceful campus was rife with hidden secrets.
Chapter Thirty-Six:
"No! Stop...stop!"
Quills slumped in a pool of blood, staring at me in terror. In my hand was a longsword made of ice. He trembled, continuing to beg for mercy, but before his lips could even part, the ice sword pierced his shoulder. His pleas turned into screams that echoed around him. Without hesitation, I pulled out the ice sword, slashing it with a cold light. His right arm flew to the side like a broken log, a large amount of blood gushing from the clean cut. He stared in disbelief at his severed arm, then at his bleeding shoulder, and stopped screaming. His eyes widened incredulously to their limit.
"You..."
He uttered only one word, seemingly wanting to say something more, but the ice sword had already slashed across his cheek from one side to the other, his increasingly distorted features becoming ferocious and grotesque. His empty right arm seemed to still be reaching for me, and the twisting of his body caused blood to splatter in front of my eyes, a crimson blur, until the blood seeped into my eyeballs, the stinging pain forcing me to open my eyes.
It's that dream again. I've been having similar dreams for the past few days. Since encountering Quills, I've basically lost all my memories. The last thing I remember is Thorne trying to trap me in an ice prison, and then everything is blank. Now I remember something Argus said to me before: he didn't find me alone. He didn't continue. Could that dream be real?
Argus, who suddenly offered to teach me individually, hasn't shown up these past few days. Riley told me Argus was sick and might need a few days of rest. I've been reassigned to my regular classes. The magic Argus taught me before did help me a lot, but some of the incantations interspersed within gave me an ominous feeling.
I recently asked Ross about the spell for reading memories, but Ross said he'd never heard of such magic, and even if it existed, it would definitely be a forbidden spell. This made me connect the dots of recent events. If the manipulator Jester was indeed a student of Sriland, then Argus's notebook is likely the magic book that various countries demand schools hand over. But why would Argus specifically teach it to me? And if the dream is real, why would Argus take such a big risk to help me? He also specifically asked about the mark on my chest, the mark left by Xiu when sealing my demonic blood. So when I entered Jester's memories, he mentioned the term "Dragon's Eye." Does this mean that only those with dragon blood can use this kind of magic? Does that mean Jester is also a sealer?
Although these are just my deductions, if I'm right, at least these things make sense. If Argus also knows these things, what is he planning now? I need to figure out his purpose. Perhaps I can read his memories? In the last lesson, I was able to easily overcome the ape beast's resistance, but it was still a wild animal. I didn't know how my target would feel, or what would happen if it were a human. But Jester had once banished me from his memory, so I had to be careful.
Ross and I went to the training ground for breaking magic stones after breakfast. Ross told me that because our group had performed well and I was suddenly absent, the school had to temporarily rule our group a win without a fight since there were no extra substitutes. The score of this exam would directly affect Jay's scholarship application. Although Jay hadn't said anything these days, she seemed somewhat uneasy. This win without a fight was probably something she had obtained by exchanging her body with Fitch.
Jay was unexpectedly late today. As the class monitor, she was always very proactive, and Ross was also a little surprised.
"Class monitor, you're late! Today's competition is very important!"
"I know, Ross, just don't drag us down."
Jay's retort was still sharp, seemingly without much problem. She turned to look at me.
"Is Ren alright? If you're not feeling well, I can ask the teacher to postpone it for two more days."
"Ah... I'm fine."
"Class monitor, really, why do you only care about Ren and not me?"
Jay rolled her eyes at Ross and turned to walk towards the preparation room. More and more students were gathered around. Because of Argus's absence, this competition was hosted by the Potions teacher, Remus Donk. The somewhat elderly man had a kind face, and he spoke in his usual slow voice,
"Ross, the opposing team has arrived. If you're ready, please go to the preparation room to wait."
"Oh, okay,"
Ross agreed and pulled me into the waiting room. Jay was already familiarizing herself with the spells, and the resolute expression on her face told me that today's competition was very important. I turned to look at Ross, and he also put away his usual joking attitude and began to check if he had all his belongings.
"By the way, who's our opponent group today?"
"Huh? Didn't we tell you? You must have forgotten. It's going to be a tough battle today. Our opponent is Fiona Silvia, known as the Ice Rose. But don't mention that nickname in front of her. It's not just because of her blue hair and aloof attitude. Her ice magic is arguably the best among all the students."
"I remember she mainly used lightning magic in the last competition."
"Oh, that's because she thought it was unnecessary. Basically, no one has been able to win against her ice magic. Anyway, don't dampen your spirits. You'd better watch out."
Jae just sat there listening quietly. She was obviously very nervous. If she lost this battle, her scholarship would probably be completely gone, and all her efforts would probably be in vain. I also checked the dark crystal ring on my hand. Its weight had obviously increased again. It seemed that I had released a lot of magic power during my amnesia. Not long after, enthusiastic applause came from outside. The teaching assistant at the door nodded to indicate that we could go out.
We walked down the long, narrow corridor, with Jay at the front and Ross and I following on either side. I could see Jay's hands were trembling slightly, and Ross seemed to notice as well, whispering to me,
"Fiona has always been the class president's rival in scholarship applications, but they've never really clashed. The class president always manages to have a slight advantage in credits because of her hard work. This time, thanks to you, you'd better do your best, or we'll be in trouble."
"Me?"
"Yeah, generally speaking, it's hard for our class and their class to be grouped together. Your absence this time disrupted the allocation order."
As we spoke, we arrived on the field. In the center was a wide open space, with a massive anti-magic pillar standing amidst a cluster of giant rocks. The students on the platform clapped and cheered happily; after all, this wasn't their battle, and they could enjoy the moment without worry. The boys on the platform whistled towards the opposite side. Fiona, with her long, light blue hair, walked out with her head held high, her breasts trembling slightly with each step. Her black and white school uniform clung tightly to her perfect curves, as if the uniform was designed for her. Behind her were the bespectacled boy we had seen before and an equally beautiful girl.
The nickname they gave Fiona wasn't without reason. She stood not far in front of us, but her eyes were filled with a chilling aura that kept everyone at arm's length. She glanced at us indifferently, finally fixing her gaze on Jay's face, their eyes meeting. A loud
cough
echoed from the stage. Professor Remus glanced at us, who were already prepared, then nodded to his middle-aged male assistant beside him. The man gently opened his spellbook, and a ball of light flew out, bursting into a dazzling flash in the sky. The battle was about to begin with that flash of light.
"They haven't even greeted each other yet,"
Fitch whispered beside Remus. Remus frowned, his already deeply wrinkled brow furrowing as he slowly replied,
"Oh… look at my memory!"
The sudden battle startled us all, but having reached this point, we had all defeated numerous groups. After a brief pause, we scattered and ran away, using basic magic to cover ourselves.
After a brief magical exchange, the center of the arena was empty. From my current position, I couldn't see Ross and Jay. The fireballs that had been flying around had disrupted our planned route. I sharpened my hearing; footsteps were approaching. Ten steps, five steps... The bespectacled boy appeared behind a rock to my right, his already-ready fire dragon hurtling towards me. But I had already heard his arrival and heard the roaring flames.
The fire dragon flew a short distance along his arm before the ice wall he had prepared instantly cooled the surrounding air. He dodged in surprise. The ice wall cut off the fire dragon's magical support, and I easily blocked it with my ice shield. Then, I threw three ice spears in his direction. The spears successfully merged into the ice wall and flew to the other side, but because of the ice wall, I couldn't determine if they hit him. However, the bright light that immediately appeared behind the ice wall negated my expectation.
The mist from the clash of ice and fire billowed out, filling the space between the boulders. But the moisture also obscured his vision, forcing him to lean against the stone wall and try to locate me. With my enhanced vision, I could clearly see him, and a slight smile crept onto my lips. The rapidly cooling air made him shiver. Only then did he realize he was in a zone of easily condensing water vapor. He quickly erected a wind wall to try and disperse the vapor, but the consequences of abandoning the incantation were too obvious. Before the wind could gather, he was firmly trapped inside by my Ice Prison spell. I understood his helplessness, for I had been trapped by Jester with the same magic before. But this was not the time for sympathy, for I could already hear Ross's shouts from not far behind.
After navigating several turns, I saw Ross running frantically, his incantation never ceasing. Despite this, I knew the girl chasing him wasn't gaining the upper hand; the bright blue lightning bolts only struck behind Ross each time. Ross's strength lay in his ability to simultaneously chant wind magic in his mind while casting his spells. Many didn't understand why his magic, seemingly dull and unable to abandon the chanting, possessed such immense power and speed.
The girl before me clearly underestimated Ross. A confident smile, as if she'd learned it from Fiona, graced her face as she attempted to throw her lightning sword. But Ross stopped abruptly, turning and hurling his Cross of Light Prison. Cross of Light Prison was the longest incantation among mid-level light magic. While its release lacked a dazzling, intimidating effect, resembling a simple light magic projectile, its speed was the fastest of all mid-level spells. Even so, due to its immense length, it was often abandoned in speed-based attacks.
As the lightning sword pierced the sphere of light, the girl's eyes widened in surprise. The azure, translucent sword was sucked into the sphere as it passed, and the sphere continued to accelerate. The wind magic amplified the spell's incredible speed. Just as the girl was pondering her next move, the sphere struck her abdomen. Instantly, four beams of holy light erupted from her body, forming a massive cross. The cross of light still emitted residual electricity from the absorbed lightning magic. Without the magic-dispelling stone, the girl would likely have been electrocuted.
This previously underestimated spell now shone brightly, drawing cheers from the audience. The Cross of Light Prison itself wasn't an offensive control spell, but its ability to absorb magic it touched as a secondary power was remarkable. Ross gave me an exaggerated smile, reminding me of what he had once told me: "These spells exist for a reason. Just because people don't pay attention doesn't mean they're unimportant. I love these overlooked spells; they can catch you off guard, haha."
"Looks like I underestimated you,"
Fiona's voice suddenly rang out from behind me. In my joy, I lowered my guard and didn't notice her approach. Along with the voice came the chilling air; a layer of cold air surrounded her body, making her appear shimmering. Where was Jey? Had she already lost?
The ground froze rapidly, and sharp ice spikes began to emerge from the solidified surface. Ross, who had taken cover behind me, said,
"It's up to you. I don't know fire magic."
Mid-level mages can generally only learn a maximum of three elemental spells. Ross specializes in wind, light, and earth magic, while I specialize in fire, ice, and lightning. Jey also knows fire magic. How could she have been defeated so quickly? My question was quickly answered. My fire dragon spell was forcefully suppressed by the pervasive cold air. Her ice magic was too powerful, seemingly beyond the scope of mid-level magic.
"Run!"
That was my instinctive response to Ross. He gasped in surprise but obediently teleported away, while Fiona chased after me.
"Let me see your abilities. You've been the talk of the town lately."
I don't know if it was my imagination, but there seemed to be a hint of anger in her tone. Was she jealous because I had stolen her thunder? This reminded me of something a man once said in a tavern: "Beautiful women like that all have terrible tempers." But thinking about it... Besides Anna, even Celia occasionally throws tantrums. Not to mention Jessica...
After dodging a few ice spikes, I realized I couldn't shake her off. She kept raising ice spikes to stab me, but fortunately, my martial arts skills allowed me to nimbly dodge every attack. If it were an ordinary mage, they would probably have been turned into an ice hedgehog by now. She was also annoyed by my constant dodging, muttering...
"All you do is hide, what kind of man are you?"
I turned around and gave her as bright a smile as I could, which only made her angrier. She began chanting a spell softly, her hands forming a triangle in front of her chest, and a blue particle of light rapidly condensed between them. I had seen this spell in a book; it was already in the realm of high-level spells. She was indeed no longer just a mid-level mage. Just as she was about to cast the spell on me, Ross's shout suddenly rang out behind me.
"I'm ready!"
She turned back to look at Ross in surprise. The situation was very unfavorable for her, but she was puzzled as to why Ross hadn't launched a sneak attack. However, I had already teleported in front of her, another unexpected move. Normally, mages would keep their distance. My actions left her wondering about my purpose. Instinctively, she teleported backward, but then she realized my plan. Ross had erected a tall earthen wall behind her, blocking her teleportation because it couldn't pass through physical form. The lightning crackling in my hand made her look around in panic.
As I fled, I left behind many iron beads engraved with lightning runes, traps set to gather lightning more quickly. She, focused solely on killing me instantly, overlooked these small objects, and now it was her turn to pay the price. Having seen through my intentions, she had no choice but to fight with all her might, pushing out the already gathered ball of light with both hands. But I was already close enough to strike her wrist with my left hand, deflecting the ball off course. The lightning in my right hand immediately resonated with the surrounding runes, and a powerful lightning-infused palm strike landed on her soft, firm abdomen, the lightning spreading rapidly.
Actually, this palm strike shouldn't have touched her abdomen, as she was covered by a layer of ice. While the lightning could barely penetrate it, it wouldn't have been enough to harm her. But I forcibly broke through it with an energetic palm strike. Although it was somewhat unfair, her arrogance was too much for me to bear, and most importantly, this match concerned Jie's scholarship, so I couldn't afford to hold back.
Almost everything unfolded according to Ross's plan. Earlier in the preparation room, Ross had already explained the intelligence and plan he had gathered. The other two, besides Fiona, were also formidable, but each had obvious weaknesses: one was complacent, the other nearsighted, and the four-eyed man knew fire magic, so using ice magic against him would quickly blur his vision. The girl, constantly protected by Fiona, had become somewhat careless; once she showed signs of weakness, her weaknesses could be easily exploited.
As for the one who encountered Fiona at the start, he could only hope for the best and try to stall, as her weaknesses were very difficult to discern, and numerical superiority became their only advantage. Although some cheating methods were used, the match finally ended smoothly.
An unbelievable silence fell over the stage for a few seconds, followed by enthusiastic cheers. Ross laughed heartily and waved to the stage. Fiona sat there in disbelief, unable to comprehend how easily her ice shield had been broken. If it had been just a regular palm strike that broke the shield, she would have had a chance to escape. Jay, now freed from her restraints, walked over, her face no longer showing the unease of the match, but radiating the joy of victory.
"Unbelievable, Fiona actually lost, is this her first time?"
"There's nothing she can do, the two opponents were very strong, even she couldn't do anything about it."
"What was that light-based cross just now?" "
I remember it was the Cross Light Prison, I didn't expect it to look so cool after it hit."
"Yeah, it's amazing that someone would use such an obscure spell."
"Those three are really reckless, no wonder Fiona was caught off guard."
"Haha, but it's rare to see Ice Rose change her cold and arrogant expression."
"Keep your voice down, or you'll regret it."
The stage erupted in heated discussion, like a pot boiling over. I extended my right hand to Fiona, she looked up at me, the confusion in her eyes quickly returned to its indifference, but she still grabbed my hand and stood up.
"You guys won this time. I underestimated you, but... never mind, congratulations."
Her congratulations at the end sounded a little forced, clearly she didn't often say things like that. The pause in the middle showed she was still a bit confused about how I broke the shield, but she didn't ask. After speaking, she turned and left the arena. The bespectacled man and the girl followed her out of the arena, looking dejected. The three of us also left amidst enthusiastic cheers, while Red waited in the lounge with a big smile.
Seeing Red's bright smile, Ross happily went up to him.
"How about it? You trusted me, didn't you?"
"Haha, I really didn't expect you to actually win. Here, this is your share."
Red handed Ross a small bag, the crisp sound of silver coins clinking inside. Clearly, Red had made a lot of money from betting privately again, after all, Fiona was a big favorite. Jay frowned and said.
"Ryder, you're still doing this kind of thing? Be careful the teacher finds out and expels you!"
"Don't say that, Jay. I'm just earning some living expenses. I'm not like you with such good grades, almost always getting scholarships."
Jay wanted to continue lecturing, but Ross interrupted her.
"You must have earned a lot this time, thanks to me. Tell me about something interesting that's happened lately."
"You always try to get information out of me, but this time it really is thanks to you, so I'll tell you something."
"Hehe."
"The biggest thing lately is that there was a second explosion outside, similar to the one in Catherine, but this time it happened deep in the mountains. Luckily, there were no casualties, but it's said that someone saw a huge monster on the mountain before the explosion, which seems to be related to the monsters that escaped from Catherine."
A second explosion? If it's similar to the situation in Catherine, could it be that another sealing crystal has been destroyed? And what about the monster he mentioned? Could it be that the monsters that escaped from the Bloodlust Mine are continuing to destroy the sealing crystals? This doesn't make sense. They're just rampaging beasts, how could they act with such purpose?
"Another thing, I don't know if you've noticed, but Quills hasn't appeared for a long time. The school seems to have started a secret search for him. Even his high-ranking mage bodyguard, Thorne, has disappeared. No one knows their whereabouts. It's said that Quills recently had a conflict with a student and was looking for him for a while before disappearing. I'm afraid that student is the key."
That student is me... But Quills really is missing. My recent dream was probably real. Why can't I remember anything? The last coma was different from the previous demonic blood attack. I completely lost consciousness, and the demonic blood was clearly sealed. So what made me like that? I can feel the ruthlessness and indifference in the dream, which is different from the anger and bloodlust before.
I need to know what happened that night, but Argus is still refusing to see anyone. I need someone to experiment with memory reading, an ordinary person. Maybe I should try my luck in the shopping district. I said goodbye to Rosejay and left. This victory gave us a day and a half of rest, and I must make good use of this time. After leaving the training ground, I headed straight for the shopping district, but I hadn't gone far when I saw a ready-made target.
(The End)
Chapter Thirty-Seven Seril Lisley
Darkness, endless darkness. Seril's eyes were open, or at least she felt that her eyes were open. Her eyes could not see anything, only endless darkness. Her eyes had been dripped with a potion made from light-devouring grass, which could blind her for a short time. But they dripped it into her eyes every day to prevent her from seeing their faces. But she knew that most of those men were students from the school, and the number of men who had entered her body these days was something she had never imagined.
Perhaps it was the same group of people, or perhaps different people, but she didn't know. Now they couldn't even speak, as if she were just a piece of flesh for sexual gratification. She didn't know when or what would happen. Only in the first two days did she see Quirrell's withered old face and two students from other classes. At first, she tried to resist, but as her strength waned, she no longer had the power to stop her former students from inserting their young penises into her body.
The Demon-Slaying Stone Bracelet—what an ironic existence! The magic she relied on for survival became utterly useless before a single stone. She never imagined that the seemingly insignificant gatekeeper was secretly selling books from the school and collecting the few fragments of the Demon-Slaying Stone. He had mocked her. He mocked her when he first inserted that ugly, aged penis into his body; he mocked her when he wantonly played with her breasts; he mocked her when he forced her to lie on the bed and poured his thick semen into her body. He spoke of his many years of evil deeds, like a child who had done something great and was waiting for his parents' praise. Only, she didn't need to praise him; he already felt satisfied.
The pain of her daughter's death hadn't subsided, but it was replaced by endless torment. She began to lose her sense of time; every time she heard the door open, a chill ran through her. Only Quirrell spoke to her, and the silence was the most terrifying—it meant that a pair of hands would begin to roam over her body, sometimes more, sometimes more. After that dark tongue had licked her entire body, they would insert their penises into any part of her body they could manipulate: mouth, vagina, anus, breasts. Sometimes she even tried to judge whether someone had violated her by the size of their penis, but the thought only made her smile bitterly, if she could even smile.
She considered suicide, to end the pain immediately, but she was unwilling. The pain Quirrell had inflicted on her made her unwilling to accept it. The pain was gradually turning into hatred. Sometimes Quirrell would be gentle with her, wiping her body after he had used her, feeding her, even cleaning her private parts after she had relieved herself. But she knew this wasn't love. This twisted development made her even more determined to live. She would personally kill Quirrell; she would find every man who had violated her, even if it meant her own disgrace.
She was once a stunningly beautiful magician, her beauty captivating all the boys in the school. She married her beloved husband, had a lovely daughter, and the whole family even taught at the most prestigious magic academy. Until an incident years ago, her husband left the academy because he couldn't accept the principal's decision, but she chose to stay for her daughter's education. She knew there was no better academy for magicians than Sriland. But her daughter fell in love with a young adventurer, and that thrilling adventure ultimately cost her her life, leaving her a human sex slave. Thinking of this, tears streamed down her face, stinging slightly as they flowed down her cheeks, but she couldn't even bring herself to wipe them away.
"Squeak—"
A soft sound made her tremble. Someone had entered. Who was it? Who was it?
"Who is it?"
she realized she had asked unintentionally, but the other person didn't respond, meaning it wasn't Quirrell. The other person seemed stunned by her question, not hearing anything further.
"Who is it? Help me, help me untie these chains!"
One second, two seconds, three seconds passed, but the voice remained as if it had sunk without a trace. This feeling was what made her most uneasy. Why wasn't anyone answering her? She thought bitterly, but said aloud,
"I know you're there, please let me go, help me!"
"Squeak—"
Another door opened. Had he left? Or had someone else come in? Could it be Quirrell? She quickly shut her mouth.
"Hey, what are you standing there for? Go up and take a closer look. Your goddess is right in front of you!"
A strange voice, not Quirrell's, still had a touch of childishness; it belonged to a student.
"But…"
"But what? You don't recognize your goddess when you see her legs spread apart? Isn't that the goddess you fantasize about day and night, our famous Teacher Seril?"
The boy's words chilled her to the bone. Seril knew he was deliberately mocking her, while the other boy sounded embarrassed, but footsteps were slowly approaching.
"How about it? Never seen your teacher dressed so provocatively before, have you? A teacher dressed like a female student in a school uniform, aren't you ashamed? Look at those huge, sexy breasts, they're practically bursting out of the uniform!"
The boy said, reaching out with his lewd hand. His thin palm grasped the high, fleshy peaks hidden beneath the clothes. The soft touch spread through his hand, and even through the clothes, his hand almost sank into the full, round breasts. He rubbed them forcefully, each rub sending waves of trembling through them. In fact, Seril had no idea what she was wearing; for her, there was only the concepts of naked and clothed. The thought of possibly being played with by strange students while dressed in all sorts of lewd clothes made her face flush.
"Please, please let me go! I won't tell anyone! I'll repay you!"
"Really? Teacher, then I'll help you untie this now."
"Hmm? Hmm, help me, um…"
The boy's sudden agreement startled Seril. Was she finally going to be rescued? But she immediately realized that what the boy meant by "unbuttoning" wasn't the same thing she was referring to. Several buttons bounced off with a clear tearing sound, landing on the ground around them. Their original positions were now completely breached, and a pair of large, heavy breasts sprang out from under her black school uniform with the force of the tear. The stark visual contrast made the boy chuckle. With no other clothing underneath, Seril looked even more wanton and promiscuous, leading one to wonder if she usually only wore a jacket to class, using her mature and sexy body to seduce these students experiencing their first stirrings of love.
"No! Not there!"
"Then it's here!"
Before Seril could explain, she felt a chill on her lower body as her skirt, which had been covering her, was suddenly lifted. Seril even heard another boy gasp.
Her mature body was already tightly bound by ill-fitting clothes, and now her chest was a breathtaking sight that made one blush and their heart race. Her proud breasts swayed gently with her heavy breathing, making one want to sink their hands into them and feel the surging embrace. Her long, white legs, with her skirt lifted, shyly tried to close, but the shackles on her feet left an alluring gap, as if welcoming something. Coupled with Seril's delicate face flushed with humiliation, it was hard to imagine any man being able to resist her.
"No...no!"
"What's wrong, teacher? Didn't you tell me to let go?"
"You...you know that's not what I meant. Stop teasing me, please let me go."
"Does teacher enjoy being a sex slave here? Is it because we're making you feel good, and you don't want to leave?
" "No!" "
Still saying no? Who's been shaking their ass on this bed these past few days, begging to be fucked?"
"I didn't."
"Didn't? I heard you say it with my own ears, shamelessly begging your students to put their dicks into your little cunt, pleading with your little mouth.
" "It...it was you who forced me!"
"Oh? Then who drank every last drop of semen?"
"No...it wasn't me."
"Lying isn't good, teacher. You were much more honest when you were sandwiched between two dicks."
"No! Don't say anymore."
Who was it? Who was it all along? Had this boy been there the whole time? He had witnessed her humiliation, being forced to swallow thick, disgusting semen, forced to beg for mercy with all sorts of obscene language, even forced to wag her ass like a bitch, waiting for their merciless manipulation. In the end, she did it all. She did it all to avoid further torment and humiliation.
"Enough!"
Another boy's sudden roar interrupted her chaotic thoughts. The boy from before seemed startled and turned to look at her. He saw the boy muttering something under his breath, but it was hard to hear clearly.
"Hey, are you crazy? You startled me. What are you muttering about? If you don't want to sleep with me, I can put on a show for you, but don't..."
Before he could finish, he was interrupted again by another boy. The words he had been holding back for so long finally burst out.
"Slut!"
the boy roared again. With his roar, Seril felt the bed shake violently and heard rustling sounds. Then she felt her panties being forcefully pulled to one side. Before she could react, a hard, hot penis was already pressing hard against the entrance of her vagina. The large glans was hot and hard, eyeing that mysterious area menacingly. Seril could feel the excited trembling. He was going to come in, he was going to come in again. She was going to be ruthlessly ravaged and played with again. Seril cried out in despair in her heart.
A fierce thrust, but failing to find the right direction, seemed to be due to the boy's lack of experience or perhaps his excessive excitement. Seril, after a moment of hesitation, seemed to grasp at a lifeline and began desperately twisting her slender waist. However, due to the chains binding her, she couldn't move much. The boy, however, showed no sign of giving up. The second, third, fourth... The boy began to breathe heavily in anger. After several attempts, the boy seemed to change his mind about entering. For him, the teacher's soft, plump flesh had already provided too much stimulation. He simply began to thrust his lower body repeatedly at the entrance of her vagina.
From a distance, it would appear as if the couple were lost in passionate intercourse. The naive young man knelt at the foot of the bed, his hands supporting the slender waist of the mature woman. His strong, capable lower body moved rhythmically, as if his young penis was vigorously exploring her warm, lustful orifice. Seril, caught off guard by this absurd act, was speechless and could only helplessly call for him to stop. The hot, throbbing penis repeatedly missed its entrance, but continued to caress Seril's sensitive areas, and a gradual surge of pleasure began to well up within her.
The days of frenzied intercourse had made Seril's body increasingly sensitive, and soon her instincts were awakened. Pleasant love juices began to slowly flow from the depths of her honeypot. After dozens of thrusts, the young man noticed the change in his teacher. He looked down at his large penis; the glans had become crystal clear, covered with a thin layer of moisture, while the entrance to his teacher's pink honeypot was already a muddy mess. The boy's tone was filled with utter contempt as he said
"slut."
Though his voice was soft, it struck Seril's chest with a resounding thud. In that instant, she had forgotten to resist; the constant pleasure surging through her lower body had left her dazed. But the word jolted her back to reality. What had happened to her? How had she fallen so low? The long separation from her husband had nearly robbed her of her sex life. Although she hadn't originally had much of a need for sex, the recent constant intercourse had completely awakened her most primal desires, leaving her utterly helpless.
The boy next to her watched with more interest. Seril's body was alluring, but he had already satisfied his pent-up desires twice that morning elsewhere. They usually hung out with Quills, but his recent unexplained disappearance had left them puzzled. While Quills would occasionally share some women with them, there were a few he had never let them touch, and no one dared to lay a finger on the women he didn't actively share. But his recent disappearance had given these usually obsequious lackeys an opportunity.
Although the bakery owner's daughter in the backstreet commercial district didn't have Seril's stunning looks, her pure and lovely appearance and her incongruously sexy, plump buttocks always made them feel hot and bothered. He couldn't explain why, but every time he saw that girl, he couldn't help but want to strip her naked and have his way with her. Without Quills' protection, that girl had been raped by at least five men no less than twenty times in the past two days. But he had to admire Seril's endurance. When he ejaculated into her for the second time, that girl had already fainted, while Seril hadn't fainted even once in all these days, except for the time with "Giant Penis" Hal.
Lubricated by her own juices, the boy's movements became increasingly intense. Several times, his glans even pushed open the soft flesh between her labia, and their genitals began to make continuous "plop" sounds. Seril was once again gradually consumed by pleasure, struggling futilely in a half-dreaming state. Her hands were clenched into fists. If it weren't for the chains binding her, she wasn't sure whether she would stop the boy or rub her already unbearably itchy nipples.
"Mmm..."
A soft moan was Seril's signal that she had reached her limit. By now, her lower body was overflowing with juices. Although she was still making a final struggle in her mind, her body had given the most honest response. She wanted, wanted the penis to enter. The waves of itching and emptiness coming from deep within her honey hole were driving her almost crazy. But she couldn't say it. The boy before would have invaded her without restraint. She told herself that she couldn't do anything. She was forced. She didn't need to speak to be penetrated by the penis. But this time, it caused her immense pain. For the first time, she realized that she actually wanted to be filled by a penis.
The boy clearly sensed this. Although Seril was enduring it, he could clearly feel that his teacher's initial resistance had gradually turned into intentional or unintentional compliance. This made him look at the woman before him with even more contempt. Her former goddess aura had vanished, replaced by the appearance of a lowly prostitute. Her angelic, perfect face now looked so lewd, and her large breasts seemed to be waiting for him to kiss them. But the pleasure from his lower body was growing stronger, and he felt he was about to ejaculate. The friction was gradually no longer enough to satisfy him.
"Still saying you're not a slut? Your juices are soaking the whole sheet."
The contemptuous tone became even stronger. Compared to the other boys, his tone contained more anger and condemnation. In her dazed state, Seril suddenly remembered this voice.
"Be... Bem?"
Seril's answer made the boy tremble. She knew me, she knew me. This lowly woman finally knew who I was, but that didn't change the fact that she was a slut! The boy, suddenly stimulated, reached the peak of excitement, his body stiffening and straightening, his lower body thrusting wildly a few times.
"Teacher Seril! I! Oh!"
With a shout from the boy, his taut lower body pressed tightly against his goddess's private parts, his penis spurting wildly against the teacher's plump buttocks, the hot, thick semen causing Seril to cry out softly. For a moment, she desperately wished that the semen could fill the depths of her womb, where there was too much emptiness that needed to be filled, but she could only let out a long, soft moan.
Without the teasing friction, only an exhausted boy lay on top of her, and the pent-up desire had to begin to cool down. Bem was the class monitor of her class. He always wore glasses, a quiet but trustworthy student. She had noticed his infatuation with her, but she told herself it was just a longing for a teacher. Now it seemed she was wrong. But why was Bem here? Had students from other classes been here as well? How many people know about her, but why hasn't anyone come to save her?
"Heh heh, I wasn't lying to you, was I? Everyone says your teacher, Seril, is a sow who likes to be fucked, and you didn't believe me?"
Bem shifted slightly but didn't say anything, perhaps because he was too tired. He just pressed himself tightly against her, feeling the heat between them.
"But you're such a useless brat, you came before you even got in. Don't say I didn't give you a chance. Now that you're done, get out of here. I only let you see the truth because of your brainless arguing for her. Now you've done it, so keep your mouth shut. Maybe I'll let you do it again sometime if I'm in a good mood. I'm already hard just watching you do it. Get out of the way, let me show you how I make her scream and moan."
"Get out of the way.
" "What?"
"I said, get out of the way.
" "Hehe, what did you say?"
"Get out, get out of the way!"
Bem suddenly sat up, turned around and threw an ice spike at the boy. The boy staggered in fright but still dodged to the side. He looked back at the ice spike embedded in the wall and cursed.
"Damn, what's with all this madness after we're done?
" "Teacher, it's all mine!"
"Hmph, all mine? Which of us brothers hasn't cummed inside her cunt? While we were fucking her, you were probably fantasizing about her somewhere. How could a whore who's been with everyone be yours alone? What a joke! Today, I'll teach you a lesson!"
The boy raised his hand and unleashed a large fireball. The two abandoned their chanting, as the space in the secret chamber was limited, and they couldn't use wide-range magic. The crimson fireball, carrying scorching heat, rushed towards them. Bem quickly erected an ice shield, and the clash of ice and fire produced a hissing sound. Thick steam rose up, and Seril gasped in surprise from the sudden heat, forcing Bem to turn his head away.
"You were far too careless!"
Hearing the voice, Bem realized his mistake. The light in the corner of his eye intensified. He instinctively dodged to the side, but the fireball still struck his shoulder. A searing pain shot through him, but he had no time to pay attention. Another fireball was already upon him, so he had to use his ice shield again. However, the ice shield had become very thin after the previous clash, and sure enough, he felt the heat after a few seconds. The ice had melted completely. Fortunately, the flames had mostly dissipated, but the remaining impact still sent him tumbling to the ground.
"Hmph, you overconfident fool. You think you're the only top student? A useless student handed over by a lewd teacher. Looks like she didn't teach you her bedroom skills properly either, you premature ejaculator."
"Damn it! Shut up!"
Bem endured the pain in his shoulder, cupped his hands into a ball, and suddenly thrust them forward. A fierce blast of cold air rushed towards the boy. The boy gritted his teeth and tried to dodge, but the ice followed Bem's commands.
"You actually know third-tier Frost Breath? Looks like I underestimated you. But how about this!"
The boy suddenly stopped, having already donned a pair of gloves with runes while dodging. A slight smile played on his lips, as if he could already see the moment of victory. He threw a punch directly at the oncoming icy aura. A fist-shaped flame shattered the ice, sending countless small ice crystals flying out and hurtling towards Bem. He hadn't expected the boy to carry a magic-enhancing item. He had assumed these scoundrels who followed Quills were just idle playboys, but he hadn't anticipated that this man's magic power surpassed his own. The fiery fist struck him hard in the chest, and a mouthful of blood gushed from his mouth. He felt the most painful moment of his life.
The brief clash between ice and fire destroyed many things in the secret room. The lady holding the cat was mostly burned, and another oil painting that had been added at some point was also completely burned. The lampposts were covered with ice crystals that looked like they would shatter at the slightest touch, and a lot of water vapor was still spreading from the ceiling. The boy walked up to Bem, who was lying on the ground, cursing. Looking at his chest, which was burned beyond recognition, he contemptuously stepped on Bem's blood-stained face.
"You should have obediently left when I told you to. Do you think everyone is like Quills, unable to use magic? Why not consult a magic master like Thorne? Quills has recently disappeared, supposedly because he got into a fight with some kid. He probably won't be back. You'll be the scapegoat then. But whether he comes back or not, no one will care about the disappearance of an unknown nobody like you for a while. Hmph, judging from your miserable state, you probably won't last much longer. I'll let you watch how I fuck your goddess before you die, see how I fuck her cunt until it's completely ravaged, hahahaha!"
"Bem! Bem, how are you!"
Seril's voice finally reached Bem's ears, but it felt so distant. His eyes were stained red with blood, stinging and blurry. He watched the boy's figure walk towards the bed, heard the teacher's curses, but everything felt so unreal. Was he going to die? To die in such a place without any dignity, and the last thing he would do was to molest his teacher.
He didn't know how he had believed the boy's malicious words, but when he saw his teacher tied to the bed, he wavered. When he heard his teacher desperately denying her claims, her large white breasts swaying, but her denials were utterly unconvincing, his thoughts were no longer under his control. He called his teacher a slut, his goddess. He was wrong, and he would die with this regret.
"Hey, kid, you're not dead yet, are you? Watch, I'm going to put it in. Thanks to your foreplay, this slutty cunt has been itching for a long time,"
the boy shouted, rubbing his penis back and forth against Seril's vulva, chuckling at his defeated opponent. This sense of conquest, this feeling of taking what belongs to someone else, gave him an even higher level of pleasure. He wanted to fuck this woman hard, to make her completely submit to his big cock.
A soft incantation made him turn his head, only to see Seril's angry eyes. He froze for a moment. Why were her eyes, which had been closed just now, open? Had the potion in her eyes worn off? When he saw the shattered bracelet and shackles lying to the side, a chill ran down his spine. Tiny, shimmering ice crystals still clung to the fragments of the bracelet; the recent battle had left behind magical remnants that had destroyed it, and the most direct consequence was the chill at the back of his head.
A strange smile appeared on his face, as if he wanted to explain something, but ice spikes had already pierced the back of his head. Countless small ice crystals slowly bulged from his forehead and the side of his head until blood spurted out, splashing onto Seril's chest and face. The burning sensation thrilled her; this was the pleasure of revenge. She was free. She had finally found a way to release the pain of losing her daughter. She would kill all the men who had violated her.
As she unshackled herself and rose from the bed, she saw Bem lying on the floor beside her. Flames had destroyed everything on his chest, and blood trickled from his mouth, but had stopped flowing as the blood had cooled. The once quiet boy was now a shadow of his former self. His crimes were no longer important; she had only found release because of him. But she had no time to mourn him; she had to leave. She decided to keep this a secret for now, because she wanted to personally torture those people and make them suffer the same pain she had endured.
But who could she trust? She wasn't sure if all those who had assaulted her were students, but Quirrell and Quills's cronies were definitely involved. She had heard some of Quills's misdeeds, but she hadn't expected them to be this bad. Fortunately, from the conversation she had just heard, Quills didn't seem to be among them. After all, killing the principal's son was a troublesome matter for her, especially since Quills had Thorne as his bodyguard.
Seril gathered her thoughts and decided to go back and plan carefully. The only person she could trust now was probably the man who had been her husband's friend for many years.
(The End)
Chapter Thirty-Eight: Argus (2)
In the dimly lit basement, only a delicate table lamp illuminated the space. The lamp's frame was inlaid with seven small, transparent cat's-eye stones, and the wick was a deep-sea crystal. As the name suggests, this is a gemstone that grows in the deep sea and emits a faint, pale blue light. Sometimes fish mistake it for food and swallow it. Coastal fishermen occasionally catch it while fishing, but deep-sea fish rarely come to the surface, making this deep-sea crystal quite rare. Under the influence of the seven cat's-eye stones, the entire basement was filled with this pale blue light, sometimes bright and sometimes dim, just like the seabed.
Besides the bookshelves filling the room, there were also various books scattered around, some of which were covered with a thick layer of dust. Most of these books were forbidden research materials. They originally belonged to the restricted book section of the Sriland Library, but the restricted book section was completely abolished after that incident. Under pressure from various countries, Sriland handed over and burned most of the restricted books. These were private collections that had luckily escaped that calamity. Argus found them by chance while cleaning up the former vice principal's office.
But these books were useless to him now. He had obtained what he wanted, what he had dreamed of for years: a power so strong it surpassed anyone else's. He withdrew his gaze from the pile of useless books and turned to his crotch. Under the table, a naked woman knelt, carefully kissing Argus's ugly glans with her cherry lips. She extended her delicate, soft tongue, meticulously licking the dark shaft as if it were the most delicious food in the world. Her once slightly childish face was now expressionless.
"Mmm,"
the woman opened her lips and sucked the shaft directly into her mouth. Her pink lips were filled to the brim, but she didn't care. She began to skillfully move her head, letting the large penis go in and out of her mouth. With each insertion, she tried to push the shaft as deep as possible into her throat, and with each withdrawal, she tightened her cheeks and sucked vigorously.
Her short, slightly greenish hair appeared even more vibrant under the shimmering crystal light. Her short bangs swayed back and forth with the movement of her head. Riley wasn't a particularly intelligent girl to begin with, but as his assistant, she was someone he could entrust with tasks with peace of mind. Argus watched her diligently sucking and a satisfied smile appeared on his face. This was a human completely at his mercy, a human who once possessed advanced intelligence, but now could only be used as a tool, doing what he wanted her to do.
This was the seventh day since he drank the boy's blood. He had basically mastered the ability of mind control. Everything had become much easier since he had the boy's blood. Four days ago, he finally used the spell on Riley, who had come to inquire about the course schedule. He didn't know how a human would react. Ren's final experiment had easily broken through the consciousness of an ape, but he hadn't let him experiment with the later spells. Firstly, he was afraid that Ren would disagree with this ability and turn against him, and secondly, he didn't want anyone else to possess this power before him.
So he tried the spell himself, and to his surprise, Riley only made a slight struggle before being completely under his control. As he watched Riley make all sorts of ridiculous movements under his commands, he laughed loudly. Slowly, he felt a long-lost impulse rising deep within him. The confusion of many years had made him almost forget the existence of this desire, or perhaps this blood was beginning to have other effects on him?
That day, he pressed the powerless Riley against his desk, repeatedly thrusting his penis into her tight honey hole. Her virgin blood stained the documents on the desk, but Argus didn't care. The desire within him grew stronger and stronger. He kept thrusting his lower limbs rapidly, slamming her fair thighs hard against the desk, injecting the thick semen that had been stored for many years into her still-virgin little hole.
Argus sensed it; his desire was growing stronger than ever before. Even now, his lust had never been so intense. It was like a bottomless abyss. He relentlessly explored Riley's depths, and Riley, under his control, began to eagerly reciprocate. They made love like a newlywed couple on his bed, their tender breasts, perfectly cupped in one hand, captivating him. He kneaded them incessantly, as if trying to squeeze out milk, while she swayed her lithe waist seductively, allowing his penis to penetrate deeper into her honeyed depths.
For four days, he relentlessly unleashed his lust on Riley. It was hard to believe that she, a virgin just days before, now possessed bedroom skills comparable to a seasoned prostitute. For four days, Argus had barely thought of anything else; he only wanted to have this woman. His animalistic lust was inexhaustible. Watching his engorged penis thrust in and out of her pink vagina, he wanted more, much more. He wanted more than just this; he no longer wanted Sriland, he wanted the whole world.
Four days of madness finally calmed him down a little, but this morning, Riley showed a slight sluggishness towards his commands. He seemed to sense his strength draining away, and the fear drove him almost to madness. He pinned Riley to the floor and brutally penetrated her easily accessible anus. The intense slapping sounds echoed throughout the basement. After spraying his hot semen onto the young body, which was limp from exhaustion, he understood that his most urgent need was for more of the boy's blood.
He gently patted Riley, who was diligently sucking and licking him, and Riley obediently withdrew his penis from her mouth, carefully cleaning it with her tongue as if wiping away something incredibly precious to her. Her delicate lips were still dappled with what appeared to be saliva or semen. Her once youthful eyes were now dull and lifeless, but Argus seemed oblivious. He quickly straightened his clothes and stood up, as if everything that had just happened was perfectly normal. He glanced at the clock on the wall; it was time.
When he emerged from his residence, it was already pitch black outside. Apart from the dim streetlights flickering faintly along the roadside, there was no other light. Tonight was a night without light. He looked at the dark clouds, a cryptic expression on his face. Even with his supreme power, the headmaster's powerful magic still enveloped him. He couldn't help but admire the ability to create such a vast and meticulously detailed simulated climate, especially after consuming a significant amount of magic power to create a magical shield covering the entire academy.
He tightened his thin brown shirt, feeling a chill. Autumn had arrived in Sarans once more; the leaves were beginning to turn yellow and fall. His next actions, like the approaching season, would change many things. Filled with boundless possibilities, he began his excited journey towards the outer city.
The outer city is located at the southernmost part of the academy, where Thorne's secret chamber is situated. This area was once a bustling commercial district, but since the seclusion of Sriland was sealed off, many merchants have left the academy, turning it into a desolate area. The remaining merchants have moved to the eastern commercial district, closer to the campus. However, Argus's destination tonight is not Thorne's secret chamber; he heads further south, towards the even less frequented dense forest.
Since the streetlights in the outer city are almost completely abandoned, when Argus felt the ground beneath his feet turn to earth, he was surrounded by darkness. Looking around, it seemed no one else would appear, so he raised a magic orb to illuminate the path ahead. The wind whistled and rustled through the leaves at night, and the closer he got to the dense forest, the clearer the distant cooing of night hawks became.
Argus stopped. Although he hadn't entered the dense forest, he had reached his destination. The person standing not far away was his purpose: a young boy, whose youthful innocence hadn't completely faded. He wore the standard Sriland school uniform, a black suit, with the Sriland school emblem tattooed on his left chest—a rose embedded in a cross, surrounded by silver threads like thorns.
"I know everything,"
the boy spoke first, causing Argus to frown.
"Hmm? Know what?"
"You still have Quirrell, and what you've been looking for."
Argus's brow furrowed even more, but because of the darkness, he didn't think the boy had noticed. Did he know? How did he know? If he really knew about me, things would get complicated.
"I don't understand what you're saying."
"You don't need to hide it anymore. I know the spell you made me test is the one that caused the upheaval in Sriland many years ago. The student who killed the vice principal and ran away is now the infamous mind controller Luca Jester. The school was forced into seclusion under pressure from various countries because it couldn't hand over that notebook, wasn't that right?"
"I can only say that you've been at the school for so long and have indeed heard some stories, but almost all the students in the school know about this story. It's just that no one believes it as much as you do, let alone other details that are difficult to verify."
"Then what about this magic? I once confronted Jester, and I remember that feeling very clearly."
Argus didn't expect that the boy had actually met Jester himself. Originally, he had invited the boy out to use the matter of Quills as an excuse to subdue him when he was off guard, but now it seemed that things had not developed as he expected. However, it hadn't reached the point of a forced confrontation yet. He didn't know how strong this boy was. After all, Thorne's fate made him understand that he must not underestimate him.
"Many spells can produce similar sensations sometimes; perhaps you've just confused them,"
the boy's face remained unchanged, his eyes still as resolute as before. His explanation had clearly failed to gain the boy's trust.
"I told you you don't need to hide it anymore. Thanks to you, I've already read Quirrell's memories."
"!"
Argus was stunned. Although he hadn't taught him the mind-controlling spells, he was already quite adept at the prerequisite mind-reading. But he never expected the boy to have read someone else's memories, and that person happened to be that damned Quirrell. This meant the boy already knew about Seril. Had he already saved Seril? If he told Seril he had abandoned her in her time of need, his situation would be dire, not to mention his past dirty dealings with Quirrell.
Argus's awkward smile vanished completely. This boy knew far too much, which only strengthened his resolve: he would drain the boy of every last drop of his blood.
"Hmph!"
Argus snorted coldly, a red glint flashing in his eyes. The boy instinctively took a step back, but still met Argus's gaze. He clearly knew his abilities, but hadn't expected that he had already drunk Argus's blood. His blood-red pupils radiated endless magic, especially eerie in the dark night. But the surroundings began to distort. Argus initially thought it was an illusion, then realized that the surroundings were rapidly twisting and stretching, a force like a whirlwind rushing towards his face.
The blinding light made Argus shield his eyes with his hand, trying to see the boy's movements, but all he saw was a white blur. Gradually, as the light weakened, the surrounding scenery became clearer, like a dissipating fog. But when Argus saw what was before him, his eyes widened.
"No, this is impossible."
Warm sunlight bathed the verdant grass and fertile earth, the air filled with the unique freshness of tender grass and the scent of the sea. In the distance, the cries of seagulls and the bustling shouts of vendors could be heard. Simple but sturdy houses sat on the high ground by the sea, as if there were no more peaceful and leisurely place in the world. On the edge of the sea, some fishermen were working diligently. Looking at a figure on the shore, Argus's eyes suddenly became moist.
"Damn it..."
Argus realized that what he was seeing was none other than his own memories. What had that boy done to him? Why had he failed to control him and instead been countered by mind-reading? He thought he had succeeded, but the boy had easily resisted him. Damn it, damn it, damn it! Argus felt as if he were about to explode. He wanted to kill that boy, right now.
"Argus!"
A childish and innocent voice called out to him.
"Argus, come here!"
The little girl on the beach waved her tiny hands, skipping and jumping as she called his name. Her two braids swayed from side to side with her movements, like flowers in the wind.
"Mmm, mmm!"
A little boy ran past Argus, clumsily running towards the girl, but Argus knew he was so happy then.
The fishermen around them, tending to their catch from the day's fishing trip, watched the two children with smiles, teasing one of the men.
"Grey, your daughter keeps bothering Argus, has she taken a liking to that boy?"
"Haha, so what if she has a liking? My daughter's taste is definitely good. Even though Argus is an orphan, he'll definitely be more successful than your son in the future." "
Uncle, you're so annoying! Come on, Argus, let's go play over there!"
The girl ignored the adults' laughter, grabbed Argus's hand, and ran towards higher ground. Watching the two running figures, Argus stood there, stunned. As their figures receded into the distance, the surrounding environment began to subtly shift again.
"Argus, it's your turn!"
the boys and girls around him cheered.
"Argus, Argus!"
Argus, who looked about twelve or thirteen years old, blushed, making him appear even more shy. The constant teasing from his companions only made him more flustered.
"Drink this glass of salted fish sauce, or say the name of the person you like!"
"Argus, Argus!"
Argus struggled to lift his head, looking at the girl whose face was also flushed, and whispered.
"Wen...Wenli."
When the girl heard her name, she gave a radiant smile. It was the most beautiful smile Argus had ever seen. At that moment, he made up his mind to protect that smile forever. He tried to look at that smile one more time, but the surroundings began to twist and push forward again.
Night replaced day. Under a large tree near the sea, a roaring campfire broke the stillness of the night. Argus, with Wenli in his arms, leaned against the tree, gazing at the distant coastline in a daze. The moonlight made the sea look like a crystal continent. The bubbles occasionally released by the fish stirred up ripples, like the steps of water fairies. Even though he had never seen water fairies, Argus believed they must be beautiful. People said they had the most beautiful dance in the world.
"Hey, Argus, I want to see the world outside the village."
"Huh? Why?"
"The world is so big, I really want to see it. Not just the sea and the fish, I also want to see giant-eared cats, blue-tailed cranes, fairies, camels, water fairies... There are so many things I want to see. When you turn 18 next month, let's go see them together, okay?
" "..."
Argus was so simple and ordinary then. He only wanted to stay in this fishing village, to fish and live with the girl he loved. But looking at the girl's smile, he didn't know how to refuse.
"...Um...let's do it together."
"Um, Argus is the best, can I see which one next?"
The girl gently kissed Argus on the cheek, making his brain buzz. He just nodded blankly, then reached out and gently waved his hand towards the nearby campfire. The flames seemed to come alive, dancing and thrashing with his movements.
"So beautiful, I wish I could do that too. You must teach me when you find out how."
Watching the roaring flames, Argus knew that the magician bloodline within him had begun to awaken, but at that time, he didn't know... He didn't know... The flames seemed to sense his resentment, fiercely flailing, expanding, and roaring.
"Ah! Help!"
When Argus came to his senses, the raging flames had already engulfed the village. People were running and screaming. This night was no longer the peaceful one. Young Argus rushed out of his room. He hadn't even heard the alarm. The once tranquil village was now surrounded by flames, and mounted bandits were wielding machetes, slaughtering everyone they passed.
"Ah! It hurts! Blood! Blood! It hurts so much!"
The carpenter, shirtless, screamed in agony. A long gash ran from his neck to his abdomen, the blood making his already reddish-brown skin even redder. Argus felt his legs trembling uncontrollably; he couldn't even utter a cry of fear. The red of the flames and blood filled his entire vision.
"Wenli!"
The chaotic street was filled with intense heat; the ever-expanding fire looked like the sun in broad daylight. Argus ran desperately, even though he couldn't feel his legs, he still ran as fast as he could towards Wenli's house. When he arrived, the door was already wide open and empty, but the fire hadn't spread there yet, which relieved Argus a little. He rushed inside, only to trip over something and fall to the ground.
He turned his head, oblivious to the heaviness in his chest, to what had tripped him—Wenli's father's cold corpse. His eyes were wide open, a狰狞 (zhengning, meaning ferocious or hideous) expression, as if one could still see the terror of his final moments. Blood gushed from his mouth and throat, staining a large patch of the floor red. When Argus felt the warmth beneath his hands, his entire body trembled.
"Ah!..."
The scream from upstairs snapped Argus out of his terror. Wenli! He scrambled up to the second floor, only to be startled by the sight of Wenli's mother lying there. Her once kind face was now ashen, just like her husband's. And behind the door facing him lay a scene he would never forget.
Wenli was still wearing her usual snow-white one-piece nightgown, but this time the dress had been lifted above her waist, revealing her white lower body and a small section of her smooth abdomen. The white panties that should have protected their owner were now curled up and wrapped around one of Wenli's snow-white thighs. She knelt laboriously on the edge of the bed, her upper body pressed down on the bed by a thick arm. Her hands weakly pounded the sheets, but she couldn't stop the man's savage movements behind her.
The man was like a pig being slaughtered, his whole body tense with all his might. He was clearly using every ounce of strength he had. He kept thrusting his lower body rapidly, the fat on his face swaying with his body. His ferocious smile seemed to tell everyone about his satisfaction. Argus couldn't take his eyes off his lower body, because every time he pulled his buttocks back, Argus could see that dark, large penis occupying Wenli's pink and tender vulva.
"Oh, fucking tight. I knew your mom was so wanton, it's all to protect your little tight cunt. Oh, it's squeezing me so tight!"
Argus only then noticed that Wenli's mother was also disheveled. From his angle, he could see the heavy mound of breast flesh under the torn collar. But obviously, this still did not buy his master a chance to live. Argus wanted to rush over, but found that his legs were completely limp. And his beloved was not far away, enduring one violent impact after another.
"Your little village, oh, it's not easy to find someone like you. Oh, so tight, damn, even after being used, you're tighter than a virgin. You're quite stubborn, little girl. Let me hear you moan a couple of times. Oh, this little hole is so good at sucking."
Wen Li stopped slapping her hands and instead gripped the sheets tightly. Her waist felt like it was about to break as the man forcefully pressed down on her, just to make her buttocks stick out higher. His thick, hard penis repeatedly squeezed into the depths of her increasingly wet vagina, and each time the burning glans entered, it drew closer to her sensitive cervix. She had experienced it once before; that pleasure had overwhelmed her.
However, Argus, lying on the stairs, was ashen-faced. Wen Li wasn't a virgin? Why? He knew this wasn't the time to think about such questions, but why? Who was the Wen Li who loved him, the Wen Li with the radiant smile, the pure Wen Li? Who had taken his virginity? The squinting K? Impossible. Although he often stole glances at Wenli's fair thighs and voluptuous breasts, one of his eyes was even half-blind. Wenli wouldn't let him defile her.
Fat Finn? No, Wenli had complained to him that Finn had secretly touched her buttocks, and he had paid the price for it. He wouldn't dare.
Ratface Sen? That guy did stare at Wenli every day, but his courage was as cowardly as his appearance. Did Ratface forcibly assault Wenli while he was out fishing? No, the thought of his lewd, skinny body pinning Wenli against the wall and forcefully thrusting into her sacred little hole made his chest tighten. No, impossible. He probably wasn't even as strong as Wenli.
Blacksmith Leo? Klein from the general store? Big Quinn? Or perhaps, even her own father, Grey? No, impossible. Thinking of Wenli's radiant smile, something must be wrong. But what flashed through Argus's mind were images of these men taking turns, wantonly playing with and thrusting into Wenli, arbitrarily spilling their semen onto her white body.
Escaping reality, Argus lay motionless on the stairs, contemplating every man who might have entered Wenli, but he still couldn't stop the reality before him. The savage bandit had turned Wenli over, his hands reaching inside her delicate cotton nightgown, groping her. Wenli frowned, her head tilted to one side, her tightly closed eyes unable to stop the tears from flowing.
"These breasts are so soft, not big, but just right. I'll massage them more often to help them grow bigger. Come on, don't just sit there."
The man pulled out one hand, lifted his penis again, and thrust his back forward, penetrating the tight pink cunt once more. The depths of her honeyed depths were already secreting a large amount of lustful fluid, enough for the man to thrust in and out smoothly and quickly again. His dark thighs slapped against the white, tender inner thighs, making muddy, obscene sounds.
This position allowed the man's penis to penetrate even deeper and more thoroughly. The large glans directly pressed against Wen Li's soft flower core. The sudden tingling sensation caused her two long white legs to instinctively wrap around the man's waist. A passionate moan completely shattered Argus's mental defenses.
"Ah...I touched it...ah..."
The man chuckled, watching Wen Li, who was no longer holding back, thrust even harder. He raised his buttocks high, then pounded down quickly and powerfully, his penis forcing its way into her soft, folded vaginal canal, reaching her very core. Overflowing juices were squeezed out of her vagina with a soft, squelching sound. The breach in her defenses threw Wen Li into complete panic. Her delicate little feet rubbed back and forth against the man's back, her buttocks trembling violently, her hands gripping her pajamas tightly, letting the man on top of her thrust in and out at will.
"Ah...down there...mmm...so good...ah...so numb..."
"Hehe, you little slut, where did your restraint go? Does Uncle's big cock feel good?"
"...Mmm...no...stop...ah...I'm going crazy..."
The powerful thrusting and the eagerly responding buttocks created a scene of springtime ecstasy inside the small house, a stark contrast to the outside world. Sweat soaked the two bodies working tirelessly. The man removed his clothes, revealing a pair of fair thighs tightly wrapped around his broad, dark back. His plump, dark buttocks rose and fell wildly, as if trying to pierce through the girl's vagina. The girl moaned ecstatically, clearly forgetting her forced position. Her hands rubbed her pink, snowy breasts, the pleasure in her lower body having completely subdued her.
"Ah... cock... so hard... so good... ah... oh..."
The man lowered his head and sucked one of the little white rabbits into his mouth, his tongue licking and sucking the already erect nipple. The sweet aroma of flesh filled the rough mouth of the big man. He thrust forward with satisfaction, letting his big glans enter the girl's uterus completely, grinding up and down and left and right. The girl's eyes rolled back as she was played with by this battle-hardened old hand. Her jade arms wrapped weakly around the man's neck, as if everything she had belonged to this stranger.
What Argus did not know was that the girl had been given an aphrodisiac before. All he saw was the lustful harlot and the evil bandit. He was standing behind the two of them, and the two bodies that were constantly swaying and intertwining obviously did not notice. The bandit's knife was still stained with the blood of the Gray couple. Argus's eyes were now dead. Looking at the constantly thrusting cock and the pink vulva, he raised the sharp blade in his hand.
"Enough!"
With Argus's roar, the scene before him shattered completely, leaving only a chaotic cloud of mist. The boy stood expressionless within it, yet Argus seemed to feel the boy's mockery, a ridicule of his past weakness and helplessness, a mockery of his present powerlessness.
"I...will...kill...you...get out...of...my brain!"
The surrounding smoke swirled and roared, a strong wind scattering and distorting everything. When it all dissipated, Argus was standing in the darkness that had just been there, while the boy assumed a defensive stance.
"You don't need to defend yourself against me, because it's them who will attack you."
Argus's face was contorted with rage, and his upturned lips gave the boy a sense of foreboding. Just as he finished speaking, two figures slowly emerged from the darkness.
(The End)

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