"Jerry!"
"Come to my office for a moment!"
The voice wasn't particularly loud, yet it drilled into Jerry's ears with a soul-shaking magic.
Jerry's forward steps were halted abruptly before he could even cross the threshold of the society room.
He felt an invisible force coming from behind, pulling at him firmly like a tough silk thread.
He turned his head, and in a mere instant, his gaze froze in place.
The person who stopped him was no one else.
It was Hera, disguised as Professor Hess.
She had long anticipated Jerry's safe return—or rather, she possessed absolute confidence in it.
She stood lazily at the doorway of the society room, her arms crossed casually. The wide black dueling robes hid almost her entire body in the shadows, revealing only a delicate chin and a smile full of deep meaning.
That black robe was as profound as the night, making her look like a demon god stepping out from the void, bringing a powerful sense of oppression.
The only things visible from the shadows were her slender, long hands, currently folded over her chest.
On those elegant ten fingers, every nail was meticulously painted with a rich, blood-red polish.
That red was pure and deep, as if dyed with the fresh blood of a living creature, faintly shimmering with a bewitching luster.
The shape of the nails was long and sharp, revealing the crisp danger of a predator.
And the barbs at the fingertips were polished to an exceptional sharpness, looking as if a slight exertion could easily slice open a prey's skin.
Beneath the black robes, a pair of red high heels stood out strikingly. That highly saturated blood-red echoed the color of her nail polish; like two clusters of burning flames dancing in the dim doorway, they exuded a lethal temptation.
The heels were slender and towering, making her figure appear even more upright and alluring. Every slight shift carried the arrogance and intimidation of a queen.
Hera's gaze, bearing her usual coldness and scrutiny, landed on Jerry. It was as if she were inspecting an artwork she had just finished crafting, or evaluating a test subject that had just passed a difficult trial.
Her eyes were deep and complex, mixing a certain expectation, a certain satisfaction, and... an imperceptible trace of playfulness.
Without waiting for Jerry to respond, Hera turned around.
The black robes drew an elegant arc in the air. The towering red high heels made rhythmic, crisp clack, clack sounds as she walked straight toward her office.
Jerry felt a powerful aura permeating the air. Hera didn't rush him, but that unspoken pressure was more compulsory than any words.
Jerry sighed helplessly. He knew that at this moment, no one could defy the will of this Goddess disguised as Professor Hess.
At the very least, he himself—having not fully recovered his strength—was not among those who could disobey.
Only when they arrived before the heavy wooden door of Professor Hess's office did Hera finally stop.
Her fingers were slender and fair; the blood-red nail polish reflected an eerie light in the dim corridor.
With a gentle push, the wooden door slid open silently, revealing the scene inside the office.
As soon as Jerry walked in, he felt the ground beneath his feet tremble violently. It was a low, grand vibration, not an ordinary earthquake, but more like some ancient, massive entity awakening, causing the entire office—and even the deep earth of Hogwarts—to hum in resonance.
He instinctively tensed his body, his nerves stretching to the limit instantly.
His heart sank, originally wondering if Hera wanted to interrogate him and demand why he had provoked a war between the wizarding world and the False Olympic world right now.
However, when Jerry's gaze swept across the room, all his preconceptions and vigilance turned into astonishment in an instant.
This office was completely different from the pre-war command room filled with scrolls, potions, or ancient instruments he had expected.
The curtains were drawn tight, magic crystal lamps emitted a soft glow, and the air was filled with a faint fragrance of earth and the fresh scent of plants.
The first thing to catch his eye was a massive, ancient-style earthen pot in the very center of the office.
Planted within the pot was an incredibly huge ear of wheat.
That ear of wheat was a full three meters tall.
The stalk was as thick as a child's arm, the heavy head of grain drooping down. Every golden, plump grain seemed to condense the purest life force, emitting a faint halo.
It stood there quietly, as if it were the only life in this office, yet filled with an exotic sanctity that didn't belong to this land, making one subconsciously feel an aura of abundance and primality.
It appeared so out of place in this office, yet so harmonious, as if it had always belonged here.
Jerry's eyes narrowed slightly, his hand sliding instinctively deep into his pocket.
A flash of vigilance and confusion crossed the boy's youthful face at this moment.
An ear of wheat—this plant full of life and earthly aura—appearing so suddenly in this trial-like setting exuded an unspeakable weirdness in itself.
"You don't need to be so nervous."
"I called you here to compensate you!"
"I am very happy that you killed Heracles!"
Just as Jerry's fingers were about to tighten around his magical item, Hera's voice suddenly rang out behind him, carrying a quiet calmness. Yet her actions were completely detached from that calm.
Almost instantly, Hera reached out gently from behind and pressed down on Jerry's arms.
The moment the slender heels of her blood-red shoes landed on the wooden floor with a thud, Hera bent down elegantly and unhurriedly.
Jerry could clearly feel Hera's towering, firm breasts pressing tightly against his back through his thin shirt. Every rise and fall caused by her soft whispers sent a numbing electricity across his back.
Hera didn't stand perfectly straight; to match her height to Jerry's, she deliberately and smoothly bent her waist.
Her magnificent breasts, wrapped in the black robes, now slowly and pliantly supported the back of Jerry's head from behind in a suffocating posture.
Jerry only felt an astonishing softness and elasticity at the back of his head. The warm, fleshy touch pressed tightly against his scalp through his hair, firmly enveloping the back of his head. It was a feeling of being gently yet dominantly controlled by soft cushions of flesh, as if his entire head were imprisoned within the softness of Hera's proudly standing chest.
He clearly felt that this wasn't a simple touch.
Hera's breasts were like two massive pieces of soft jade, squeezing his head and bringing him extreme comfort. And the strong scent of milk brought by that magnificence, mixed with Hera's unique cold aura, seemed to pierce through his nasal cavity and seep directly into his lungs.
This was the coexistence of ultimate compliance and hardness, the intertwining of temptation and oppression, making Jerry's breath hitch.
Just as Jerry fell into this soft trap, his entire senses occupied by the strange touch of being tightly wrapped by those massive breasts, the potted wheat in front of him seemed activated by some invisible force and began to expand frantically at a rate visible to the naked eye.
It was no longer simply growing. The stalk of the wheat became as thick as an adult's thigh, rising joint by joint, and the green ear of wheat began to transform rapidly.
Golden light erupted from the wheat, flowing like liquid gold. Every grain of wheat expanded rapidly within this light, solidifying, and finally turning into countless shining golden light spots.
These light spots didn't scatter in all directions; instead, like magnets, they quickly converged toward the center, entangling, merging, and shaping each other.
In just a few seconds, the image of the wheat completely disappeared, replaced by a mature and graceful female body full of life force.
She had no legs; her lower half still maintained the rough form of wheat stalks and soil, but from the waist up, she was entirely the detail and curves of a human body. A head of long golden hair cascaded down like a waterfall, dotted with plump ears of wheat that swayed in the wind, emitting the unique life aura of the Goddess of Harvest.
Her features were exquisite and three-dimensional, carrying a classical and majestic beauty. Several wheat patterns adorned her face, adding wild and natural charm.
Most importantly, apart from having no legs, her entire upper body was completely that of a living person, without the slightest sense of incongruity, perfectly interpreting what it meant to be a "Goddess rising from the soil."
This was none other than the one summoned by Hera through some mysterious means—one of the main gods of the False Olympus, the Goddess commanding the power of harvest and life, Demeter!
Also the "old acquaintance" who had just recently had intimate contact with Jerry.
The moment Demeter completely took shape, those amber eyes locked directly onto Jerry in Hera's arms.
The expression on Demeter's face transitioned without any delay, switching instantly from the ignorance and vigilance of the initial summoning to extreme anger!
"It's you!"
"You... damn brat!"
Demeter's voice was like the most biting cold wind in winter, or the low roar of an enraged beast mother. Every word carried overflowing magic and unsuppressable fury, instantly filling the entire office.
Anger burned in her eyes like a tangible flame.
Demeter's eyebrows were knit tightly together by anger, veins bulging on her wide forehead, making her beautiful features look twisted and hideous.
She ground her teeth, her plump, charming lips pressed into a cold, straight line, as if she were about to spew a curse capable of incinerating everything in the next moment.
Demeter's chest, high and full, heaved rapidly now from intense rage; every breath was accompanied by heavy panting.
Demeter's legless body swayed violently in mid-air, as if she couldn't wait to rush up to Jerry instantly and strangle him fiercely with her hands containing the power of harvest, or simply turn into a million wheat awns to thoroughly pierce and dismember this boy who had caused her to lose all face and appear so wretched.
But Demeter couldn't figure out either. As an ancient deity holding the origin of life, exactly who possessed such great courage and ability to so easily and without warning summon a wisp of her divided soul from the distant Olympic world to this place!
This sudden summoning ritual caused no small shock to her divine power, tearing her forcefully from her meditation, which had already made her extremely furious.
In her eyes, this was tantamount to provocation and blasphemy against her.
However, none of that mattered.
This eleven-year-old human brat.
It must be him!
Yet, just as Demeter was about to have her reason burned to ashes by rage and wished to swallow Jerry alive, her gaze suddenly darted from Jerry to... the tall, cold, and stunningly beautiful Hera, who was holding Jerry tightly.
The anger that had been burning like a roaring flame was instantly extinguished, as if a basin of ice water had been poured over her from head to toe.
Demeter's anger froze, her twisted facial muscles twitching weirdly. The moment she saw Hera, those golden eyes filled with rage contracted sharply, filled with shock, fear, and extreme sycophancy.
The speed of that transformation was so fast it was terrifying.
The arrogant, angry look she had when facing Jerry moments ago vanished without a trace instantly.
In its place was a smile of extreme sycophancy and flattery, looking exactly like a female dog wagging its tail and begging for pity.
The abundant aura full of life force in Demeter's body also retracted mostly at this moment, becoming cautious and timid.
Demeter's originally straight waist also bent slightly now, and a few strands of that full, wheat-gold hair drooped down. On that face dotted with wheat patterns, muscles twitched as she forcibly squeezed out a smile uglier than crying. Demeter's voice also suddenly shifted from the thunderous rage when facing Jerry just now to a tone of extreme humility and sycophancy, simply acting like two different people.
"Lord... Lord Hera?"
Demeter's tone was filled with unbelievable confusion and a trace of extreme panic, as if she had seen a terrifying scene that shouldn't appear but was actually real.
Her sight was now completely occupied by Hera; Jerry vanished entirely from her vision and consciousness instantly, like thin air.
Demeter's thick, powerful arms, originally tense with anger, now hung stiffly at her sides, looking at a loss for what to do.
Her legless lower half also twisted uneasily in the air, seemingly wanting to bow, but appearing clumsy and ridiculous due to her incomplete body.
"I... I truly didn't expect you... you to actually be here..."
Demeter's voice carried an unmaskable flattery and trembling; she spoke incoherently, her eyes full of awe and dread, like facing a supreme monarch.
Hera's face remained cold; she didn't even glance at Demeter.
Hera merely held Jerry tightly, feeling the warm touch of her soft breasts pressed against the back of his head, and the struggle and strangeness Jerry felt in her arms as his body was squeezed tightly by those massive orbs.
The corner of Hera's mouth hooked into a playful arc, seemingly very satisfied with Demeter's intense reaction.
The hand with blood-red nails that Hera wrapped around Jerry's front rubbed his meat-root—which had grown somewhat hard and erect through his pants—with moderate pressure. It was a silent declaration, and also a form of control.
"Brat, tell me, should I forgive this bitch who is making a racket in front of me?" Hera didn't answer Demeter, but lowered her head, pressing close to Jerry's ear, and asked in a soft whisper.
Her voice carried a hint of bewitchment, and also a hint of challenge. That warm breath, and the faint fragrance emanating from between her lips and teeth, accompanied by the slight swaying of her breasts, once again sent a wave of extreme numbness to the back of Jerry's head.
Hera even increased the force of the hand rubbing Jerry's meat-root, as if using this method to remind Jerry where true power lay at this moment.
The moment Hera asked this question, Demeter's face instantly went pale, fine cold sweat seeping from her forehead.
She twisted her body uneasily in the air. That description of "making a racket" pierced straight into her heart like a knife.
It was amidst this extreme fear and humiliation that the divine power in Demeter's body finally broke free from the deception and paralysis of the summoning.
Demeter was horrified to discover that the energy fluctuations of this world were so unfamiliar; they were laws she, as the Goddess of Harvest, had never encountered before.
The surrounding magic was thin and impure, yet carried an ancient and unique rhythm, completely different from the abundant and pure divine power in the False Olympic Divine Realm.
She realized in terror that this was not some barren star on the edge of the universe she was familiar with, but a completely independent alien plane, entirely distinct from the Olympic system!
Demeter was just about to break free from that invisible restraint, raise her head to look around, and investigate the laws of this unfamiliar world, when she suddenly felt a supreme divine power condense from the void. Like a tangible, invisible hand, it pressed down fiercely on her head, deathly pinning her gaze onto Jerry and Hera, allowing her not the slightest overstepping.
That power was strong and cold, sufficient to instantly shatter this divided soul of hers. She knew this was Hera's power.
Hera finally stood up straight. Her tall figure, like a flawless sculpture, looked down on Demeter from high above.
The corner of her mouth hooked into a playful arc. Tilting her head, those deep eyes carrying a hint of contempt and warning stared straight at Demeter.
"Don't look around." Hera's voice sounded devoid of emotion, like winter ice piercing straight into the deepest fear in Demeter's heart: "This is the wizard's world.
Don't let anyone with intentions find out. If that happens, I'll have no choice but to... hand you over."
"The... wizard's world?!"
Demeter's head buzzed violently, her body trembling violently, her eyes full of extreme shock and disbelief.
She had actually been summoned to a world cluster controlled by wizards!
And, summoned personally by Hera!
That Hera who had always been high and mighty, whom even Zeus, the King of the Gods, didn't dare to defy easily, who had a strange temper but possessed supreme majesty!
Demeter already felt her brain was somewhat inadequate because of the issue with Jerry; now, these words from Hera thoroughly shattered all her logical defenses.
Her thoughts became chaotic for a time, like a disturbed mud pond: What was Hera doing in the wizard's world?
Why would she descend to this world personally?
And why, of all people, choose her?
And use this half-forced, half-threatening method to summon her?
What made Demeter feel most unbelievable—even far surpassing the shock of being summoned—was that Hera was actually... actually entangling with that brat who had destroyed her believers' world, caused her to lose all face, and damaged her divine power!
And being incredibly intimate!
She could clearly feel that Hera's jade hand was currently grabbing the thing in that boy's pants, even revealing a bit of proficiency and ambiguity.
The scene before her thoroughly overturned all of Demeter's understanding of Hera's usual image.
Demeter felt as if her brain truly wasn't enough anymore; her thinking stalled, turning completely blank.
This was simply more shocking than all the gods in the Pantheon collectively losing their minds!
"Lord Hera..." Demeter's voice carried crying tones. Her figure swayed in the air; that legless lower half twitched incessantly from terror, as if she would fall to the ground at any moment and be thoroughly melted by these unfamiliar laws.
Demeter tried hard to maintain that sycophantic expression on her face, but it appeared incredibly stiff, uglier than crying.
Stealing a glance at Hera, she was suddenly completely captivated by Hera's attire, especially that pair of red high heels.
That pair of red high heels was a pure red, a bewitching red, red like fresh blood about to coagulate, and also like roasted agate.
The towering thin heels infinitely extended the lines of her long, straight calves, making her entire person appear taller and more aggressive.
As the Goddess of Harvest, commanding life and nature, Demeter was more accustomed to stepping barefoot on the earth, feeling the fragrance of the soil and the rhythm of life.
Even when she occasionally dressed luxuriously in grand temple ceremonies, it was mainly elegant fabrics and gold ornaments; she never wore this kind of footwear, which symbolized kitsch and temptation in the mortal world.
More importantly, she had no legs to wear them on anyway.
Those shoes are really pretty!
Hera raised her eyebrows slightly, gently lifting Jerry's meat-root and pulling a section of it out of his pants. That massive meat-pillar, carrying warmth and fullness, instantly dangled before the eyes of the three of them.
Her gaze swept over Demeter's dull face, the corner of her mouth hooking into an evil arc, full of teasing temptation.
"What?
Demeter, seeing me in this outfit, are you still not used to it?"
Hera's voice was full of allure, "Or... do you want to taste it yourself, this... different kind of flavor?"
As she spoke, she used her fingertip to lightly flick Jerry's thick, hard meat-root. The meat-root bounced slightly, drawing a sexy arc in the air.
Demeter's breath hitched violently, all color draining completely from her face.
Demeter pulled at the corners of her mouth stiffly, trying to squeeze out a smile, but it looked uglier than crying.
She felt her throat go dry and swallowed with difficulty.
"Lord Hera, you... you must be joking..." Demeter's voice carried an uncontrollable tremble, filled with extreme humiliation and terror: "I..."
Before Demeter could finish her sentence, her pupils contracted sharply. A strong intuition made her suddenly want to withdraw this divided soul that had been summoned here.
It was the instinctive reaction of a deity facing a massive threat, like an animal's impulse to flee when in danger. Demeter forced a surge of divine power, attempting to cut the connection with the present world, like cutting a silk thread binding her.
However, not only did the silk thread not break, it became even tighter.
Demeter felt an invisible and absolute power, like millions of chains of laws, deathly locking this wisp of her divided soul to this wizard's world, imprisoning her in this office.
Demeter could even feel that the divine sense from her main body in Olympus was also being deathly suppressed by a supreme force, unable to offer any assistance to her divided soul.
This thorough sense of powerlessness plunged Demeter into deeper despair.
Hera seemed to be fully aware of Demeter's struggles. The corner of her mouth hooked into a playful arc, her cold eyes gently sweeping over Jerry's massive, scalding meat-root—which had become so due to their recent intimacy—and then looking at Demeter's stiff, pale face.
Hera slowly stood up straight, releasing her embrace on Jerry, but giving him a look. That look was full of the mockery and ruthlessness of someone enjoying a good show, as if saying: The good show has only just begun.
Her long fingers covered in blood-red nail polish lightly and casually flicked her own lower lip, as if what she had just touched was merely an inconsequential object full of some mundane desire, showing no lingering attachment.
Then, she slowly and elegantly placed that finger, which had flicked the meat-root, into her mouth. Her pink tongue-tip gently licked the finger pad, seemingly reminiscing about something, and also like a silent provocation, provoking everyone present, including the Goddess of Harvest, Demeter, standing before her at this moment.
Clack, clack, clack.
The red high heels stepped on the wooden floor, making crisp and rhythmic sounds. Hera's graceful and tall figure, twisting her sexy waist, walked methodically toward the desk at the deepest part of her office.
The dueling robes swayed gently with her steps, bringing up a cold breeze.
Her fingertips hooked nimbly at a hidden spot under the desktop. With a low mechanical sound, a secret compartment slowly opened.
Hera's long hand reached into the compartment and pulled out a slender long whip.
The whip was pitch-black like ink. Seemingly made of soft material, it brought up a silent sound of breaking air. Faintly visible were tiny diamond-shaped crystals inlaid in the body of the whip, flashing with an eerie light under the dim glow of the office.
The end of the whip even bore a small, sharp barb, declaring its terrifying purpose.
The appearance of the whip instantly made the air in the office heavier, filled with a murderous aura.
Demeter's pupils contracted sharply. As a deity, she naturally understood that this whip was no mortal object, but an instrument of torture capable of flogging divine souls and interrogating divinity. Fear entangled her heart instantly like a cold viper, and her body began to tremble violently and uncontrollably.
Demeter wanted to dodge, wanted to escape. Her body instinctively tried to retreat in the air, but Hera's invisible hand of laws still pressed deathly tight on her head, fixing her firmly in place, making her unable to dodge even a fraction.
Demeter could only watch helplessly as Hera approached, watching that pitch-black long whip, carrying the omen of death, slowly swing toward her.
Hera stood still before Demeter, her eyes cold and calm, like evaluating an object about to be dismantled.
With a nimble flick of the wrist holding the whip, that pitch-black long whip darted out like a viper leaving its hole. Carrying a sharp sound of breaking air, it lashed accurately and mercilessly onto Demeter's plump lower abdomen.
Crack!
A crisp whip crack sounded exceptionally piercing in the office.
Demeter's body tensed abruptly, her whole person twitching violently. A deep red blood mark was instantly lashed onto that tight lower abdomen by the whip.
A muffled groan of pain came from deep in her throat. The sound was suppressed, unwilling to reveal the slightest wail, yet still unable to hide the agony within.
Demeter's cheeks instantly turned deathly pale, a trace of blood seeping from the corner of her lips.
However, Hera did not stop there.
Crack! Crack! Crack!
The long whip in her hand seemed to come alive, carrying a cruel and precise rhythm, falling continuously on Demeter's smooth, jade-like skin.
Every lash was accompanied by a violent trembling of Demeter's body. Whip marks quickly crisscrossed on her lower abdomen, waist, and even inner thighs, spreading rapidly over her healthy wheat-colored skin like a bloody abstract painting.
Demeter's body struggled violently, her legless form swaying helplessly in the air. Those plump and elastic breasts trembled violently with every lash; her nipples stood up abruptly due to pain and stimulation, piercing through her thin undergarments and standing proudly erect.
She bit her lips until they almost bled; her pupils contracted from pain and humiliation, her eyes filled with anger and begging for mercy. However, Hera's gaze remained forever cold and ruthless. Like the strictest sculptor, she used the whip to outline the curves of Demeter's body, punishing her rebellion and disrespect.
"I said... don't look around.
I don't recall when you became so forgetful," Hera spoke coldly, her whip carrying a strong wind, lashing again onto Demeter's full buttocks.
Crack!
This time, Demeter's body pitched forward abruptly, a broken moan coming from deep in her mouth. Her plump buttock flesh trembled violently from the lashing, causing her entire waist to twist along with it. The strange numbness mixed within that pain made the suppressed urges deep within her body begin to stir.
Hera's whip rose again, and then, with devastating might, lashed fiercely onto Demeter's towering, rounded breasts.
Crack!
Demeter let out a muffled groan, her breasts trembling violently. Her nipples were swept by the tip of the whip, bringing up an indescribable pain and ultimate numbness.
The numbness spread through her whole body instantly, causing her body—originally tense from pain—to suddenly go limp.
"Now, Goddess of Harvest," Hera's voice was cold and ruthless like the judgment of the Grim Reaper, "ripen your breasts."
"Then, drip your healing milk to this... Mr. Jerry, whom you previously offended."
Demeter's body stiffened abruptly; her face turned from white to red, then back to a deathly pale.
Shame and anger rushed in like a tide, completely engulfing her.
Ripen her breasts and drip milk?
For mortal women, this might be a sacred symbol of motherhood. But for her, a deity commanding harvest and life, to be ordered in such a humiliating situation to use her body in such a lewd manner to provide life essence for a mortal... this was simply the most thorough blasphemy against her divinity, the most cruel punishment!
Demeter clenched her teeth, staring dead at Hera, but dared not reveal the slightest hint of resistance.
Because she knew that every word Hera spoke contained the power to easily destroy this wisp of her divided soul.
Even to directly affect her main body.
Hera watched Demeter's struggling face, a flash of impatience in her eyes.
She raised the whip, the tip lashing fiercely onto Demeter's already swollen, but not yet lactating nipples.
Crack! Crack!
Two consecutive strikes, precise and ruthless.
Demeter's body arched sharply, emitting a moan of pain. Her nipples burned from the lashing, feeling as if they were being torn apart.
"You...!"
Unable to suppress the anger in her heart any longer, Demeter let out a furious roar, though her voice carried an unmaskable tremble.
"My commands are unquestionable."
Hera's tone grew even colder, the whip raised high again. "Otherwise... I will let this wisp of your divided soul perish completely.
I will make your main body suffer the most thorough damage as a result."
These words were like the last straw breaking the camel's back.
All struggle and anger in Demeter's eyes receded like the tide. She closed her eyes, two lines of humiliating tears sliding slowly down her cheeks.
Demeter's body began to instinctively obey the power of her divine office.
Those breasts, full of abundant life, expanded rapidly at a visible rate as if a balloon were being blown up, becoming fuller and heavier.
The undergarment wrapping her breasts could no longer withstand the expansion and instantly shattered, revealing two massive, towering orbs as white and tender as fat.
The skin of the breasts became translucent, like the finest white jade, with fine blood vessels clearly visible beneath.
The once merely perky nipples now suddenly became thick and erect, taking on a healthy pink hue.
At the tips of the nipples, tiny holes opened impressively under the urging of divine power.
Demeter bit her lower lip in shame. She felt the two heavy, painfully swollen breasts on her chest, filled with milk and aching unbearably.
Then, carrying endless humiliation, Demeter bent over.
Her legless body formed a strained arch in the air, presenting her two painfully swollen breasts to Jerry.
Her hands, trembling, slowly lifted and touched her own heavy breasts.
The moment her fingertips touched the orbs, a wave of shame surging from the depths of her divinity almost completely drowned her.
On one hand, Demeter endured Hera's precise and severe whipping. The whip landed on her waist, buttocks, and breasts; every lash brought a shudder to her body and a broken moan to her lips.
"Mmh... ah... crack... wuh..." The sounds echoed in the office.
On the other hand, acting against her own will, she used her thumb and index finger to pinch her own thickened nipples.
"Hah... mmh... wuh..."
Muffled groans of humiliation spilled from Demeter's throat.
Using all her strength, she squeezed her breasts mercilessly, forcing the milk inside out forcefully in Jerry's direction.
Squelch... pshhhh!
Two streams of warm, thick white liquid, like two pristine fountains, sprayed fiercely from Demeter's pink nipples.
The milk, carrying a rich, indescribable aura of life and the sweet, fresh scent unique to grain, sprayed straight toward Jerry.
The two spurts of milk, as if possessing a consciousness of their own, actually landed with a perfect arc precisely on the coronal ridge of his thick meat-root. A portion wound its way down the shaft, wetting his thighs, while the other portion splashed onto his face and nose tip.
The rich scent of wheat and the sweet freshness unique to dairy instantly filled Jerry's nasal cavity.
He felt the warm touch of the milk and that rich, alluring scent.
This milk was no mortal substance; it contained pure life force and the fragrance of grain unique to Demeter as the Goddess of Harvest.
Hera gave him no time to think. She used her fingertip to gently, yet alluringly, flick Jerry's forehead.
"What?
Weren't you injured?
This is the purest spring of healing."
Hearing this, Jerry didn't hold back.
He lowered his head, opened his mouth, and fiercely took in Demeter's nipples, which were constantly spraying milk due to humiliation and pain.
Gulp, gulp... hah... slurp...
Demeter's body tensed abruptly from the sudden suckling.
A moan of pain came from deep within Demeter's throat; shame and pleasure instantly intertwined, spreading through her entire body like an electric current.
Her hands, which were originally forcefully squeezing her breasts, now, due to Jerry's suckling, began to knead them even more instinctively and frantically, trying to squeeze out more milk to satisfy Jerry.
"Mmh... ahh... squelch..."
The milk, mixed with Demeter's moans and the sounds of Jerry's greedy suckling, echoed in the office.
Hera's gaze was cold and scrutinizing. She watched Jerry suck greedily, and watched Demeter's face distorted by shame, pain, and pleasure.
Hera didn't speak; she merely flicked her wrist, and the pitch-black long whip, carrying a sharp sound of breaking air, lashed onto Demeter's plump lower abdomen once more.
Crack!
The power of this lash was extraordinary, accompanied by a strong surge of divine power.
Demeter's body snapped straight; a painful and suppressed cry escaped her mouth, and Jerry was jarred into releasing his hold.
Golden milk dripped down Demeter's nipples, appearing exceptionally alluring.
Even more shockingly, under the intense pain of this lash, Demeter's originally blurry lower half, composed of wheat stalks and soil, actually began to change. The soil and stalks wrapping her split open rapidly, and golden divine light erupted from the cracks like a blazing sun. Under the ultimate pain and divine impact, her lower half solidified rapidly at a rate visible to the naked eye.
Hard thigh bones rose and extended within the golden light; plump thigh muscles took shape rapidly like the most perfect sculpture. Kneecaps, calves, ankles, and even slender toes appeared one by one within the brilliant divine light.
"Ah... mmh... hah-ah..."
From Demeter's mouth came a moan mixing pain with surprise, carrying a hint of shame.
She watched with her own eyes as her body, under that lash, forcibly grew a pair of legs belonging to a mortal woman.
The legs were long and powerful, the root of the thighs plump and full, the calf muscle lines smooth, and the feet slender—so perfect it was unbelievable.
However, her face grew even paler, because she knew these legs were bestowed upon her by Hera as a form of punishment. The pain and humiliation contained within far exceeded the surprise the legs themselves could bring.
Hera admired the subtle changes on Demeter's face, the corner of her mouth hooking into a playful arc.
With a gentle flick of the long whip in her hand, the sharp barb, carrying a powerful suction force, accurately hooked onto Demeter's golden hair scattered over her shoulders.
"Mmh... ah!"
Demeter's body jerked upward; her head, caught by the whip, was forcibly suspended in the air.
Her body swung back and forth in the air from inertia. Her toes could barely touch the ground, yet due to the pulling force, she couldn't leverage them, emitting intermittent moans amidst the severe pain.
Her entire body was forced to lean forward, her breasts drooping down heavily from gravity, tottering on the brink.
That face, which had just regained its color, flushed dark red again from the sudden pain and suspension. Veins bulged, and her eyes grew bloodshot, filled with anger and unwillingness.
"Now, stand up with your legs.
Then, kneel down." Hera's voice was cold and majestic, carrying irresistible divine power.
Demeter's body trembled in agony, but Hera's command was something she could not defy. She barely managed to touch the ground with her toes, struggling to stabilize her form, and then, carrying ultimate humiliation, she slowly bent her knees, slowly kneeling down before Jerry.
Those newly grown legs were now prostrated on the ground in the most humble posture.
Hera hooked her lips in satisfaction. With a flick of her wrist, the force of the whip lessened slightly, allowing Demeter's hooked head to maintain a painful and twisted upward angle under her divine control. Her legs were forced together, knees touching, but her hips were forced open by divine power, exposing her wet and fleshy private parts.
That pink, mysterious area was completely exposed to Jerry under the condition of having her head hooked by a whip and her legs forcibly spread.
"To punish you for your offense against my mortal, to punish your disrespect toward me..." Hera's cold voice was like a sharp knife piercing straight into Demeter's heart. "You will swallow all of him and nourish all of him in the most humble posture.
Until he thoroughly violates every inch of your body clean."
As Hera spoke, her slender, long hand painted with blood-red nail polish once again gently and playfully gripped Jerry's meat-root, which had grown massive and scalding hot from just suckling the milk.
The meat-root now, as if sensing Hera's intent, lunged forward, pressing directly against Demeter's tender, private flower core.
"Mmph... ahh..."
Demeter's body shuddered violently; she bit her lower lip tight, not daring to let out the slightest wail. She felt the scorching and thick touch of the tip of the meat-root gently rubbing against her private petals. The waves of numbness and foreign sensation made her closed thighs instinctively want to clamp inward.
However, Hera's voice carried an undeniable divine power: "Open your legs!
Embrace your punishment!
Bitch!"
Under the oppression of Hera's divine power, Demeter's newly grown long legs, even in extreme reluctance, could only slowly and shamefully be forced to spread to the sides.
Her wet, plump private garden was completely laid open under the gaze of the two, welcoming that massive, thick, and long meat-root.
With a gentle push from Hera, Jerry's meat-root, like a general receiving an order, carrying a suffocating brutality, thrust forward fiercely. Without any foreplay, without a shred of pity, it roughly pierced into the tender depths of Demeter's privacy.
"AH!
No..."
Demeter cried out in pain, her body snapping straight like a fully drawn bow.
The meat-root was so massive, so thick and long, it nearly tore her private passage completely apart.
She felt the world spin; the tearing pain instantly spread through her entire body, making her vision go dark and her brain a blank.
"Hmph, you can't even endure this little punishment?"
Hera snorted coldly. One hand pulled at Demeter's head, suspending her higher, while the other hand fiercely and mercilessly grabbed Jerry's slender waist, pressing his entire body thoroughly into Demeter's tight and wet depths.
Under the action of Hera's palm, Jerry acted like a piston ready to fire, pressed deathly tight against Demeter's long, plump waist.
That thick meat-root, appearing exceptionally hideous against his boyish body, was now completely submerged in Demeter's privacy, pressing against her cervix as if to penetrate her completely.
Squelch... slurp... mmh...
The meat-root was stretched tight in Demeter's ultimately narrow passage. As it thrusted back and forth, it brought up waves of lewd and slippery water sounds.
Every entry and exit made Demeter's suspended body tremble violently. A painful moan came from her throat; her eyes were filled with humiliation, despair, and a trace of... unspeakable numbness caused by her flesh being violently penetrated.
Hera did not stop; she continued to clamp Jerry's waist, commanding his advance and retreat with a forceful posture.
That small body had now transformed into the fiercest battering ram. Guided by her divine power, it slammed fiercely into Demeter's most fragile and sensitive depths.
"Deeper... deeper still..." Jerry's voice was also filled with bewitchment.
"Ah! Jerry! You..." Demeter felt her flower chamber being slammed fiercely; the immense pain made her unable to help but scream out loud.
However, Hera's finger gave a sharp hook, the whip tightened, and Demeter's voice was instantly pressed back deep into her throat, leaving only waves of painful and suppressed muffled groans.
Amidst this ultimate pain and shame, Demeter's body began to uncontrollably secrete a large amount of golden body fluid.
That fluid mixed with the essence in Jerry's body, bringing up waves of sticky water sounds with every thrust of the meat-root.
Her legs, though forced to spread, instinctively began to wrap around Jerry's slender waist, trying to alleviate this pain, but also causing Jerry's meat-root to sink even deeper.
"No! Lord Hera! Ah!" Demeter pleaded, her tears rushing out once more, washing over her face distorted by pain.
"I was wrong! I was really wrong! Ah! I beg you! Let me go..."
However, Hera turned a deaf ear to this. She merely let out a cold laugh, and the whip in her hand, carrying a sacred yet blasphemous majesty, lashed onto Demeter's full buttocks once more.
Crack! Crack!
"The punishment has only just begun."
Hera's tone was icy. Holding Jerry, she repeatedly rammed into Demeter's private passage, which she had torn open, in the roughest and most direct way. Every movement carried Hera's cold will and Jerry's instinctive aggression.
Demeter's body shook violently from the fierce impacts, her breasts swaying up and down with it. With every violent shake, the plump flesh clapped against Jerry's back, making slap, slap sounds. She felt her private insides being ground by Jerry's thick, hard meat-root with a burning, spicy pain, as if her entire inside were going to be ground to a pulp.
From deep in her throat came whimpers like a cow's, the sound carrying crying tones, lewdness, and despair, echoing throughout the office.
Jerry's meat-root continuously hardened and expanded inside Demeter. That massive meat-pillar could penetrate to the most sensitive cervix every time, bringing waves of violent thrusts.
Jerry could clearly feel the ultimate tightness and warmth deep in Demeter's privacy, as well as the divine fluctuation deep in her body that constantly struggled yet continuously submitted.
With Hera's whipping and assistance, Jerry's waist appeared exceptionally flexible and powerful on his small body.
Using his thick meat-root, Jerry wreaked havoc unscrupulously inside this goddess. Every thrust brought up waves of sticky water sounds and Demeter's increasingly lewd moans.
Squelch! Squelch! Hah-ah... mmh... slow... slower... Demeter's body had gone completely soft. Her legs wrapped weakly around Jerry's waist; her fingers instinctively grasped the ground, ten fingers clutching the floorboards, the fingertips almost digging into the tiles. The ultimate numbness coming from deep within had completely destroyed her reason.
Under Hera's deliberate manipulation, Jerry shifted into different postures. Every change made Demeter endure impacts and grinding from different angles.
Sometimes, her legs would be lifted by Hera in an extremely humiliating bent-over posture, letting Jerry violently ram into her from behind, striking straight to the core.
Sometimes, she was forced into a suspended upside-down posture, held by her long hair by Hera, legs spread wide, letting Jerry completely penetrate her soft lower half from the front.
Every variation brought a deeper level of torture, and also forced Demeter, amidst the pain, to swallow the desire in Jerry's body, experiencing an unprecedented, lewd pleasure.
Her body twisted, rising and falling in the air. Every violent thrust made her body sound like a dilapidated bellows, emitting the creak, creak of bones colliding, along with the unsuppressable moans from deep in her throat, like a broken ballad, full of endless humiliation and enjoyment.
Jerry felt the essence in his body churning once more in Demeter's tight, slippery passage. That massive meat-root, driven by his young body, throbbed violently inside Demeter, slamming into her most sensitive depths, stimulating her most fragile flower chamber.
"Ah... mmh... going... going to come out..." A low roar came from Jerry's throat. His body tensed abruptly, the muscles in his lower abdomen contracting fiercely. All the power in his body, driven by Hera at the root of his extremely flexible and elastic thighs, was shot fiercely into Demeter's body like a tsunami.
Squelch! Squelch-squelch-pshhhhhh!
Streams of scorching, thick white life essence, nourished by the wheat-scented milk and carrying Jerry's powerful divine force, were at this moment unreservedly, fiercely, and blazing shot entirely inside Demeter.
The scalding liquid washed over every inch of Demeter's private flower core, filling her sacred flower chamber, making Demeter's body shudder violently, a broken and desperate moan coming from deep in her mouth.
The massive amount of white liquid completely filled Demeter's private interior; a portion even overflowed from her private slit, wetting her newly grown, long legs. Her body trembled violently from this massive impact and ejaculation, like being struck by an electric current, shivering endlessly in pain and ultimate pleasure.
A playful arc was drawn on Hera's face.
She watched Jerry shoot all his essence unreservedly inside Demeter, watched Demeter's eyes closed tight from ultimate humiliation, and watched her body's depths—constantly surging with life essence—being completely filled by Jerry's body fluids.
"This is your punishment.
And also the punishment for offending Mr. Jerry!"
Hera's voice was cold and majestic. She released the long whip in her hand; Demeter's body, like a kite with a broken string, plummeted heavily to the floor, making a dull thud.
Her body trembled, curled into a ball, feeling the scorching heat belonging to Jerry inside her, and that shame of being thoroughly violated, and also... that loss of sanctity, even feeling the ultimate sin, yet an indescribable numbness.