【Forbidden for the Brave】(37)

Chapter Thirty-Seven: Seril Lisley
Darkness, endless darkness. Seril's eyes were open, or at least she felt they were open. She
could see nothing but endless darkness. Her eyes had been dripped with a potion made from ground light-eating grass, capable
of temporarily blinding her. They were doing this daily to prevent her from seeing their
faces. She knew most of the men were students from the school, and the number of men who had entered her body these past few days
was beyond her wildest imagination.
Perhaps it was the same group, or perhaps different people, but she didn't know. Now they couldn't even speak
; it was as if she were merely a piece of flesh for sexual gratification. She didn't know when or what would happen. Only in the first
two days had she seen Quirrell's gaunt 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. The Demon-Slaying Stone Bracelet—what an ironic existence! The magic she relied on for survival was rendered 　　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 his ugly, aged penis into her 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 had confessed 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 　　 The pain of her daughter's death hadn't subsided, but it had been replaced by endless torment.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 would speak 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 　　place they could manipulate: mouth, vagina, anus, breasts. Sometimes she even tried to judge whether the person had violated her by the size of the penis 　　, but the thought only made her smile bitterly, if she could even manage to smile. 　　 She considered suicide to end the pain, but she was unwilling to give up. The pain Quirrell had inflicted on her filled her with 　　resentment, and the pain gradually transformed into hatred. Sometimes Quirrell would be gentle with her, wiping her 　　body after he had used her, feeding her, and even cleaning her private parts after she had relieved herself. But she knew this was not love. This twisted development made her even more determined to live. She wanted to kill Quirrell herself, and she wanted to find 　　every man who 　　had violated her , even if it meant ruining her own reputation. 　　 She was once a stunningly beautiful magician, her beauty captivating all the boys in the school. She eventually 　　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, she couldn't help but shed tears, the tears 　　stinging her eyelids, but she didn't even have the strength 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 spoken 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 he 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 that? Never seen your teacher dressed so provocatively before, have you? She's a teacher, yet she's wearing a female student's 　　uniform. Aren't you ashamed? Look at those big, sexy breasts of hers, they're almost bursting out of the uniform!" 　　 The boy said, reaching out his lewd hand. His thin palm grasped the 　　high, fleshy peaks hidden under the clothes. The soft touch spread through his hand, and even through the clothes, his palm almost 　　sank into the full, round breasts. He rubbed them vigorously, each rub causing a 　　surging, trembling sensation. In fact, Seril had no idea what she was wearing. For her, there was only the concepts of being naked 　　and dressed. The thought that she might have been played with by strange students while wearing all sorts of lewd clothes made her face 　　flush. 　　 "Please let me go! I won't tell anyone! I'll repay you!" 　　 "Really? Teacher, I'll help you untie this now." 　　 "Huh? Um, help me, that…" 　　 The boy's sudden agreement startled Seril. Was she finally going to be rescued? But she immediately realized that what the boy 　　meant to untie wasn't the same thing he was referring to. Several buttons bounced off the ground with a clear tearing sound 　　, their original positions now completely breached. A pair of large, heavy 　　breasts sprang out from under the black school uniform with the force of the tear, the stark visual contrast making the boy chuckle.

She laughed. Underneath her school uniform, there were no other clothes, making Seril appear even more lewd and wanton, inevitably 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 for any man
to resist.
"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, let me go."
"Teacher, do you 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 wiggling their ass on this bed all these days, begging to be fucked?"
"I didn't."
"Didn't? I heard you say it with my own ears, shamelessly begging your student to put their penis 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 being sandwiched between two penises."
"No! Stop talking!"
Who was it? Who was it? Had this boy been here all along? He witnessed his own humiliation; they
forced him to swallow thick, disgusting semen, forced him to beg for mercy with all sorts of obscene language, even made
him wag his ass like a bitch, awaiting 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, only to see him 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, and the words he had been holding back 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 enter, he was going to enter again. She was going to be mercilessly ravaged and played with again. Seril
cried out in despair.
A fierce thrust, but failing to find the right direction,
revealed the boy's lack of experience or perhaps excessive excitement. Seril, after a moment of hesitation, grasped at a lifeline and began desperately twisting
her slender waist. However, bound by chains, she couldn't move much. The boy showed no
sign of giving up. A second, a third, a fourth… the boy began to pant angrily. After several attempts, he
seemed to change his mind. For him, the teacher's soft, plump flesh had already provided too much
stimulation. He simply began thrusting 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 cry out for him to stop. The hot, throbbing penis repeatedly missed
its entrance, but continued to caress Seril's sensitive areas, a gradual surge of pleasure welling
up within her.
The days of frenzied intercourse had made Seril's body increasingly sensitive, and soon her instincts were
awakened. Pleasant juices began to flow slowly from the depths of her honeyed orifice. After dozens of thrusts, the young man noticed
the change in his teacher. He looked down at his large penis; the glans was now glistening with a thin layer
of moisture, while the entrance to his teacher's pink orifice 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 　　a strong sexual appetite, the recent constant intercourse had completely awakened her most primal desires, leaving her utterly 　　unable to control herself. 　　 The boy beside her watched with more interest. Seril's body was alluring, but he had already satisfied his pent-up desires 　　twice that morning. They usually hung out with Quills, but his recent unexplained disappearance had left them 　　bewildered. While Quills occasionally shared 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...

The usually servile underlings found their opportunity.
The bakery owner's daughter in the backstreet commercial district, while not possessing Seril's stunning beauty,
had always managed to arouse them with her innocent and charming appearance and her incongruously sexy, plump buttocks. He couldn't explain
why, but every time he saw that girl, he couldn't resist the urge to strip her naked and have his way with her. Without
Quills' protection, the girl had already 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; she had already fainted by the time he ejaculated the second time, while Seril
hadn't fainted even once in all these days, except for that time with "Giant Penis" Hal.
Lubricated by the vaginal fluids, the boy's movements became increasingly intense, his glans even pushing open the
two soft labia several times. The two genitals began to make continuous "plop" sounds, while Seril was once again gradually
consumed by pleasure, struggling in vain 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 the signal that Seril had reached her limit. Her lower body was already overflowing with lustful fluids
. Although she was still making a final struggle in her mind, her body had given the most honest response. She wanted it, she
wanted the penis to enter. The waves of itching and emptiness coming from the depths of her honey hole were driving her almost crazy. But
she couldn't say it. The previous boy 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 was extremely painful. For the first time, she
realized that she actually wanted to be filled with a penis.
The boy clearly sensed this. Although Seril was enduring it, he could clearly feel that
the 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. The goddess aura she once possessed 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 becoming insufficient to satisfy him.
"Still saying you're not a slut? Your juices are soaking the whole sheet."
The contemptuous tone became even heavier, containing more anger
and condemnation than the other boys. 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 entire body stiffening and straightening, his lower body thrusting wildly a few times.
"Teacher Seril! I! Oh!"
With a cry 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 made Seril cry out softly
. For a moment, she desperately wished that the semen could fill the depths of her womb, where there was so 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. Bem was her class monitor, always
wearing 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 too? How many people knew about her, but why didn't
anyone come to save her?
"Hehe, I didn't lie to you, did I? Everyone says your teacher Seril is a sow who likes to be fucked, and you still don't
believe it."
Bem wriggled a little, but didn't say anything. Perhaps 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.
" "Heh heh, 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 the crazy talk after we're done?
" "Teacher, it's all mine!"
"Hmph, all mine? Which of us brothers hasn't shot 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. His eyes gleamed even brighter as he instinctively dodged to the side
. The fireball still struck his shoulder, a searing pain shooting through him. But he had no
time to react; another fireball was already upon him. He had no choice but to use his ice shield again, but the ice shield...
The previous exchange had become extremely weak. Sure enough, a few seconds later he felt the heat; the ice had
melted completely. Fortunately, the flames had mostly dissipated, but the remaining impact still sent him tumbling and crashing to
the ground.
"Hmph, you overconfident fool. You think you're the only top student? A useless student handed over by that lewd teacher
. Looks like she didn't teach you her bedroom skills properly either, you premature ejaculator."
"Damn it! Shut up!"
Bem, enduring the pain in his shoulder, clenched his fists 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 and snow followed Bem's commands relentlessly.
"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 adorned with runes during his dodge.
A slight smile played on his lips, as if he could already see the moment of victory. He hurled a punch directly at the oncoming icy aura
. A fist-shaped flame shattered the ice, sending countless tiny ice crystals flying towards Bem
. He hadn't expected the boy to carry a magic-enhancing item. He had assumed these scoundrels following 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, which had been added at some unknown time, 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 filled 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 your disappearance for a while. Hmph, judging by your pathetic 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 wrung out
, hahahaha!"
"Bem! Bem, how are you!"
Seril's voice finally reached Bem's ears, but it felt so distant. His eyes were
bloodshot, 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 undignified place, 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 out of 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 broken
bracelet and shackles lying to the side, a chill ran down his spine. Tiny, shimmering ice
crystals clung to the fragments of the bracelet; the recent battle had left behind magical remnants that shattered 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 protruded 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, for the blood had cooled
. The once quiet boy was now a shadow of his former self. His crimes were no longer important; because of
him, she had found release. 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 consider the matter more carefully. Right now, the only person she could still trust
was probably her husband's longtime friend.
(To be continued
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