As her jawbone snapped back into place—thud—the soft, powerless body lost support, and Gemma Farley collapsed heavily to the ground.
"Cough... cough..."
Her usually untroubled eyes now seemed ravaged by violent storms, churning with turbulent waves that revealed undisguisable panic and terror.
She completely ignored her body's agony, half-crouching as she desperately tried to expel the Amortentia.
"Ugh..."
However, her delicate, pallid features visibly flushed with alluring pink at a speed visible to the naked eye, the mind-eroding effects making her gaze gradually confused.
"Sour pickle bitch..."
Tiger staggered backward, supporting his forehead, muttering incoherent curses.
He was in an absolutely wretched state.
Despite his towering, robust frame matching an adult's, his hormonal development hadn't kept pace—completely blocking one of the Amortentia's effects in his lower abdomen.
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"
Tiger couldn't stop roaring, desperately trying to maintain his last thread of sanity.
He felt like an adolescent poodle right now, having the urge to thrust at invisible, untouchable air...
When she realized Tiger had completely fallen into chaos, Gemma Farley bit her tongue tip, glared at him hatefully, then forced herself to rally her remaining rationality, discreetly drawing a suppressant vial from her inner pocket.
This was a product unique to potion-making families.
The wizarding world's potions were numerous as stars—their quantity vast, effects swift beyond imagination.
More than half of these potions were accidental discoveries during experimental brewing.
This meant many potions, including Amortentia, possessed no true antidotes.
To prevent ambush, every potion family developed suppressants and slow-release agents to diminish or dilute effects, providing precious self-rescue time...
However, just as Gemma Farley's trembling fingertips approached her lips, Venom's tentacles flashed like shadows—swiftly, cunningly snatching the suppressant and, in lightning speed, pouring it entirely into Tiger's mouth.
"..." (???)
Gemma Farley stared blankly at Tiger.
"That was too bloody close, little girl."
A hoarse, muffled voice rang from behind Tiger.
Venom revealed its terrifying head, casually dropping the empty vial, licking its lips with lingering dread.
"Good thing you had an antidote..."
And good thing this rubbish doesn't work on symbiotes.
Pitch-black, twisted tentacles wiped Venom's nonexistent cold sweat, incidentally wiping Tiger's forehead too.
Like bone-chilling ice entering his system, the moment Tiger consumed the suppressant, the hormone storm raging within gradually subsided.
Drowsy, sweet thoughts and restless desires completely dissipated under this frigid invasion.
His intoxicated, hazy eyes gradually regained clarity, once again blazing with heart-stopping ferocity.
"Oh, bloody hell!" Tiger blinked, hands on hips, tilting his head back to exhale deeply.
"That stuff's really something!"
Though thoroughly annoyed, the euphoria from rapid dopamine and phenylethylamine secretion was genuinely addictive.
Untouchable, indescribable love seemed perfectly embodied when the effects peaked, especially when he glimpsed...
Suddenly realizing something, Tiger whipped around, casting his vicious gaze at Gemma Farley with a half-smile:
"Oh, you don't just have that one bottle of antidote, do you?"
The instant those words escaped, Tiger's pupils contracted sharply, shock flashing through his eyes.
What should have been cold, mocking tone miraculously contained awkwardness and indescribable apology.
As his gaze fixed on the small figure curled upon the ground, making weak, helpless whimpers, Tiger's heartstrings were suddenly struck—unprecedented tenderness quietly spreading through his chest.
"What the fuck..."
Someone whispered in disbelief.
His fierce, menacing eyes revealed traces of beast-like, ambushed bewilderment.
Clearly, the Amortentia's effects still lingered.
Tiger clearly and rationally sensed his abnormality, yet couldn't control these feelings...
Antidote?
What bloody antidote existed for Amortentia!
Grinding teeth sounds emerged from the ground.
Gemma Farley was also fighting desperately.
To maintain consciousness, her tender, soft tongue was nearly bitten to ribbons.
Turbid, sticky blood was spat out as the elegant, composed aristocratic girl completely overturned her usual image.
"What do you think! Bitch!"
Her rosy lips parted through gritted teeth, angrily spitting impressively crude words.
But as Gemma Farley raised her misty eyes and beheld Tiger's robust silhouette, her hateful, disgusted gaze collapsed like an iceberg—melting like spring snow, filling with thick fog of longing and adoration, almost drawing out silken threads...
The beast's upper torso was bare in the air.
Broad, powerful chest muscles and tightly textured abs possessed no excess, with seductive grooves still bearing faintly gleaming water traces.
Every muscle bundle appeared sculpted, scorching hormonal essence washing over her.
Double the pleasure.
Effects erupted like volcanic fury.
Indescribable satisfaction crashed like turbulent waves against Gemma Farley's heart—then the entire world seemed to quiet...
"Pfft..."
With her final thread of willpower, Gemma Farley bit her tongue viciously, blood spurting forth.
Mysterious strength surged as she staggered upright, covering her burning crimson face.
Like witnessing a specter, she retreated repeatedly until her back struck the cold door—nowhere left to flee.
"Hic..."
The girl hiccupped uncontrollably, her voice tinged with sobs.
Her calm, composed eyes completely lost their usual steadiness, replaced by overwhelming panic and helplessness—she'd never experienced such sensations...
"Shelby..."
As if two completely different souls battled fiercely within her form.
Cold, harsh tones barely emerged before being immediately replaced by tender, compliant sounds.
"This isn't over!"
Though spoken with unyielding determination, it inexplicably carried coquettish, petulant undertones.
What the bloody hell kind of commotion was this?
Tiger: (?_?)
Realizing she couldn't remain any longer, Gemma Farley spun around—before she could grasp the door handle, she crashed hard into the door with a dull thud.
"Wuu..."
The soft whimper was heart-tickling.
Tiger instinctively reached out, seeming to want to speak, but ultimately chose silence under furrowed brows, watching the female prefect cover her forehead, wrench open the door, and flee in complete embarrassment...
"CRASH!"
As the dormitory door burst open, female prefect Gemma Farley stumbled back to her room on trembling legs.
Under dim lighting, the girl's frantic silhouette shuttled between potion shelves, bloodied fingertips constantly feeling along every surface.
Small bottles containing various potions were carelessly overturned, scattering powerlessly across shelves with dull rolling sounds.
Drawers were yanked open, spaces filled with miscellaneous items producing crisp rattles.
Gemma Farley's eyes were misty and vacant—clearly completely lost to the Amortentia's effects, her blood-stained lips curving in an eerie smile.
Only when she spotted the suppressant in the drawer did her lifeless eyes flash with weak illumination.
This was her final opportunity—the last task consciousness left for her body before complete submersion.
However, the instant the suppressant touched her lips, violent rejection and surging adoration exploded.
The remaining half was violently hurled down, glass shards scattering with liquid.
Moments later, Gemma Farley sat powerlessly against the potion shelf, sliding down onto the frigid floor with vacant eyes.
Tiny glass fragments sliced her skin, demonic crimson droplets falling to her ankles, seeping into white stockings...
In the dark, silent chamber, sounds of weeping and laughter echoed throughout the night...
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