bacchusnovels Chapter 117 Why are you wearing Tonks' clothes?
Chapter 117 Why are you wearing Tonks' clothes?
Chapter 117 Why are you wearing Tonks' clothes?
Whether it was because of the [Charm Potion] produced by the system, or because Tonks really believed Sean's words, she hesitated for a moment and then actually nodded.
"Okay." Tonks lowered her eyes, her long eyelashes trembling gently in the dim light of Sean's office, like two shy butterflies fluttering on her face.
For a long time, the office fell silent.
"Junior, take your clothes off." Sean finally broke the silence.
"Huh?" Tonks seemed caught off guard by Sean's words. "Now? Here?"
"Okay, I'll keep your things safe for you. I'm worried you might not participate in this training session," Sean said earnestly, noticing Tonks' slightly evasive gaze.
Tonks' fingers were tightly clenched together, his eyes fixed on the ground, avoiding Sean's gaze.
"S-Senior... I can't do this..." Tonks' voice was very soft, like a startled fawn.
Sean stood up and walked over to Tonks.
His fingers gently stroked Tonks' soft hair as he said tenderly, "Don't be afraid, this is just necessary training. You are an excellent witch, and I believe you can do it."
Tonks kept her head down, but Sean could feel her body was no longer tense. So his hand continued to slowly caress her, from her hair to her shoulders, and then to her slender waist.
"Senior..." Tonks murmured, his voice no longer showing the initial resistance.
"It's okay, I'll turn around. Trust me, you can do it," Sean said softly.
Tonks finally raised his head and looked into Sean's eyes.
She saw the encouragement and trust in Sean's eyes, which gave her courage.
"Well, I'll begin now..." Tonks said softly.
Upon hearing this, Sean turned around as he had said.
However, he could guess what kind of erotic scene was unfolding behind him at that moment:
Tonks shakily reached out and unbuttoned his wizard's robe, revealing snow-white skin. As his undergarments were removed, something else eagerly peeked out.
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A moment later, with a sound behind him, Sean felt someone poking his back. He turned around and saw Tonks standing there shyly with his head down, looking bewildered.
Upon closer inspection, Sean noticed that she was also holding two pink items in her hands, which were exactly the same color as her hair recently.
Seeing Sean turn around, Tonks shoved the clothes in his hands into Sean's hands and ran away without looking back.
It seems...that's true.
Watching Tonks walk with a more relaxed gait than usual, Sean felt that everything he had just said was absolutely correct.
Panties are a form of constraint!
Sean carefully put the two pieces of clothing that Tonks had taken off into his closet and kept them safe.
After doing all this, he seemed to remember something and hurried towards Snape's Potions classroom.
Halfway through the dinner, he saw Professor Snape suddenly walk back to the Great Hall and call Professor McGonagall away. Then, about ten minutes later, just like the Calabash Brothers saving their grandfather, Professor McGonagall took Professor Dumbledore away, who was eating dessert.
If he can get to the potions classroom in time, he might witness a good show.
Perhaps Sean ate for too long at the dinner party, or perhaps Tonks took too long to take off his clothes.
In short, when Sean arrived at the Potions classroom, it was empty.
However, on his way back to his office, he passed through the Gryffindor common room.
He heard a commotion after hearing the portrait of the fat lady.
"That's brilliant!"
"That's incredible! What a brilliant way to do it! Driving a flying car into the Willow Tree—people will talk about it for years!"
Sean recognized it; it was Lee Jordan's voice.
Immediately afterwards, he faintly heard Harry's intermittent voice.
"Snape... originally... wanted to expel... us... but Dumbledore... stopped him..."
Upon hearing this, Sean almost burst out laughing.
He could almost picture Snape's expression—like he'd suddenly heard that Christmas (or Chinese New Year) had been canceled.
Then, applause erupted in the common room.
Sean left satisfied.
For him, sometimes hearing about other people winning the lottery is better than winning it himself.
Perhaps he can finally get a good night's sleep tonight...?
Sean stared in shock at what was happening before his eyes.
When he returned to his office, he was surprised to find Bella lying on his bed. The point wasn't that she was able to get out of the briefcase (because he hadn't closed the briefcase at all), but that Bella somehow found Tonks' clothes that he had just hidden, and then actually put them on herself.
Bella's ample breasts nearly burst out of Tonks's bra, with two streaks of white spilling out from the edges; while her panties were squeezed into her full, pert cleavage, outlining an alluring curve.
"Why are you wearing your niece's clothes?" Sean asked in surprise.
Bella didn't speak, but instead shifted her body into a new position, then reached out and gently beckoned to Sean.
Sean's breathing instantly became heavy, he felt his blood boiling, his eyes were fixed on Bella, and his Adam's apple bobbed up and down.
Seeing Sean's state, Bella had a bad feeling.
Sean's burning gaze seemed to devour her bit by bit, so she blushed and lowered her head, whispering, "I... I just thought they suited me, so I borrowed them."
"Is it suitable for you?"
Seeing the clasp on the bra, which was clearly a size too small and about to pop off, Sean shook his head decisively. He didn't believe such an obvious lie.
As a professor, he had his own effective way of dealing with female students who liked to lie.
Bella exclaimed in surprise.
Then came things like, "You take my wrath in place of your niece," and "At such a young age, you've already learned to lie to the professor instead of studying properly. Look at you!"
What Sean couldn't resist the most wasn't Bella's appearance.
Rather, it was the scent she carried after putting on Tonks clothes—a mature woman's fragrance mixed with a youthful, sweet aroma...
The next day.
When Sean got up, it was almost seven o'clock.
Oversleeping is a rare occurrence for Sean, who is usually very punctual and has strict lifestyle habits at Hogwarts.
However, he slept unusually soundly that night, and didn't hear a sound at all.
Sean looked up and saw sunlight streaming softly through the window, casting a warm and tranquil golden glow inside.
He walked to the window, gently pushed it open, and a breath of fresh air rushed in, carrying the coolness of the morning and a faint fragrance of flowers.
He looked out and saw that the distant mountains, bathed in the morning sun, seemed to be draped in a golden veil, appearing exceptionally mysterious and solemn; on the nearby lawn, dewdrops sparkled in the morning light, like jewels inlaid on a green carpet.
Sean took a deep breath of fresh air, then turned to look at his messy bed.
The bed, the floor, everywhere bore the marks of a battle—especially the cupboard, where two deep handprints remained.
The most eye-catching items were undoubtedly the pink fabric scattered on the floor and bed, torn into pieces.
Upon seeing this, Sean felt a headache coming on.
He didn't know how to explain this to Tonks, who had come to retrieve his clothes that evening.
Does he have to tell her that after you left, your clothes were worn by your aunt and then damaged during the fight with me?
It's utterly absurd.
Sean quickly banished this absurd thought from his mind.
No, he almost forgot that he was a wizard, and this situation could be perfectly resolved with just a simple "Restore to Originality"... However, since these two pieces of clothing were not disposable items but could be used for a long time, did that also mean that he could leave these two items for Bella?
Maybe.
After a brainstorming session, Sean began to quickly tidy himself up—he had a class that morning.
The first class of the new semester.
Looking at the handsome wizard in the mirror, Sean gently smoothed out non-existent wrinkles on the cuffs of his robe, then smiled with satisfaction.
New semester, how wonderful; new semester, here I come.
However, at the same time, some people don't think so; they believe she is very distressed at this moment.