novelcrest Chapter 307 Hermione's Night Raid
Chapter 307 Hermione's Night Raid
Chapter 307 Hermione's Night Raid (Part 2)
Sean quickly put those inappropriate thoughts aside and focused on the task at hand.
He exhaled softly and continued massaging Hermione, his technique skillful and gentle, with just the right amount of pressure.
His fingertips slowly traced patterns on her shoulders and neck, pressing against her tense muscles. With each gentle movement, Hermione's body gradually relaxed.
The warm touch spread slowly downwards from her shoulders and neck, and Hermione soon felt a comforting warmth spreading through her body.
She closed her eyes slightly, her body unconsciously relaxed, and a hint of contentment appeared on her lips.
A moment later, she couldn't help but let out another soft hum, carrying a sense of unconscious satisfaction.
Sean noticed the subtle change in her face and saw the comfortable expression that appeared as she relaxed. The corners of his mouth involuntarily turned up slightly, revealing a smile.
Hermione's honest reaction seemed to be a silent praise of his craftsmanship.
Just as licking a chef's plate clean is the highest praise a customer can give, Hermione's soft hum is the highest recognition of him as a "massage therapist."
His fingers continued to slide down Hermione's spine, eventually stopping above her tailbone.
Sean leaned down, his nose almost touching Hermione's nape. "How does it feel here? Is the pressure enough?"
Hermione closed her eyes, enjoying Sean's massage. Hearing Sean's question, she nodded and murmured, "Hmm, very good, Professor... thank you."
With Hermione's approval, Sean nodded in satisfaction. He took a deep breath, focused all his attention on his hands, and continued the massage.
For a moment, the only sounds in the room were the soft smacking of fingers against skin and Hermione's occasional low moans.
Hermione felt the heat inside her body becoming increasingly difficult to control.
She felt as if she were being roasted in an oven, her whole body burning hot, and her breathing becoming increasingly rapid. This feeling was so strange.
She had clearly been massaged by Sean in this way countless times, and even on much larger scales.
Why this time of all...? Is it because it's been so long...?
Just as Hermione was lost in thought, her arm accidentally brushed against the button on her chest, and the tiny touch made her tremble involuntarily.
Hermione suddenly realized that this feeling of heat and physical sensitivity seemed to stem entirely from her current attire.
This is ten years ago!
Such attire would have been quite abrupt for the two of them in their relationship ten years ago.
Although the thin silk robe was light and breathable, it clung tightly to her body, revealing her exquisite curves.
Especially now that she's lying in bed, the clothes fit her body so well that she feels as if she's naked.
This discovery made Hermione's face turn bright red. She hurriedly reached out to loosen the robe, but the harder she tried, the tighter the fabric wrapped around her body, as if it wanted to swallow her up completely.
With no other option, Hermione had to give up on the idea of unbuttoning her robe and instead tried to raise her arms to cover her chest.
However, this forced her to abandon her original defensive posture, leaving her entire upper body completely exposed to Sean's view.
"Hermione, what's wrong?" Sensing the movement beside him, Sean looked up and saw Hermione struggling to raise her arm above her head, looking quite strained.
The scene was so alluring that he couldn't take his eyes off it.
Noticing Sean's gaze, Hermione finally realized the awkwardness between the two.
A blush immediately rose to her face, and she hurriedly lowered her arms, covering her private parts again.
"I'm sorry, Professor... I..." Hermione stammered, "My robes are too tight, I can't breathe... Could you... loosen them a little?"
Upon hearing Hermione's request, Sean snapped out of his daze, suppressed his inner turmoil, and nodded.
He slowly walked to the bedside and reached out to unbutton the front of Hermione's robe.
With the last button undone, Hermione's last piece of clothing was revealed.
She immediately felt a chill and instinctively squeezed her thighs together, forgetting that doing so would only give Sean a more suggestive view.
Hermione naturally noticed Sean's reaction as well.
The intense and focused light emanating from her made her feel a surge of warmth in her heart, as if it were stirring up ripples.
Her cheeks flushed slightly, and she felt a surge of panic.
She hadn't seen such self-glow in a long time; it seemed to have been forgotten in the long river of her memory.
"Thank you, Professor—I can dress myself now," Hermione said softly, trying to avoid eye contact with Sean.
Although she and Sean had a child ten years later, and their relationship had grown closer during their time living together, the scene reminded her of her naive self ten years ago, the shy and bewildered girl in the corridors of Hogwarts.
Back then, when she received such attention from Sean, her cheeks would always turn as red as an apple, and her heart would involuntarily race.
Now, returning to this moment, she seems to feel a strange sense of temporal displacement. Although the person beside her is the man she deeply loves, in this instant, the feelings of the past surge back.
Upon hearing Hermione's answer, Sean nodded, forcing himself to look away and return to his original position.
During the subsequent massage, Sean clearly felt himself becoming somewhat distracted.
Despite his efforts to concentrate, Hermione's nearly naked body and that mouth-watering cleavage kept flashing through his mind.
"Professor...?" Hermione turned around in confusion when she sensed that the person behind her hadn't moved.
Sean looked somewhat dazed, as if he was lost in thought.
"Ah...sorry!" Hearing Hermione's voice, Sean immediately snapped out of his daze and coughed awkwardly.
"Hermione, I was thinking about something... Let's continue." (His words were a bit awkward and didn't quite capture his embarrassment.)
"Hmm." Hermione nodded and turned back.
Sean raised his hands again and massaged Hermione's soft back.
This time, he tried his best to stop thinking about those erotic images and instead focused on the tactile sensations under his hands.
However, not long after, Hermione felt a tingling sensation spread rapidly along her spine throughout her body, causing her to let out a soft moan.
"Hermione, are you running a fever again?" Sean asked worriedly.
"No...it's alright, Professor..." Hermione shook her head, her voice sounding weaker than before. "I'm probably just too tired lately, that's why I'm like this..."
"In that case, let's end today's massage," Sean said, getting up.
But just then, Hermione suddenly rolled over and lay down, landing squarely in Sean's arms.
"Hermione, we can't do this..." Sean gripped Hermione's wrist. "You're mine... This shouldn't happen between us..."
Hermione opened her eyes, which were filled with tears.
"I know I shouldn't have done this...but Professor, I just couldn't control myself..." she sobbed. "Ever since I started working at the Ministry of Magic, I've been under immense pressure, almost to the point of collapse...Meeting you today gave me a moment to relax...I don't want to miss this opportunity..."
Ministry of Magic...work?
Sean's heart skipped a beat, keenly sensing the unusual nature of this keyword.
If what he said just now was merely suspicion without any concrete evidence...
Now, everything has an answer.
Hermione won't come to him late at night.
The little witch of iodine would never dress like that to visit him in the middle of the night.
She wouldn't have such a voluptuous figure, not to mention that her breasts were much larger than when he massaged her last time.
Therefore, Sean came to the conclusion that the Hermione in front of him was not Hermione.
To be more precise, not the current Hermione, but... Hermione from the future!
Hermione realized she had said the wrong thing. Her eyes trembled slightly, her face filled with guilt and shyness. She lowered her head and refused to meet his gaze.
The tension in the air grew stronger. Sean took a deep breath, trying to sort out the complicated situation before him.
"So, you're Hermione from the future?"
Hermione nodded slightly, her hands rubbing back and forth on her fair, jade-like thighs, making the onlookers feel itchy.
"Yes—I really am from the future." Her voice was weak, like a suppressed tide finally finding an outlet.
"What year are you from? And how did you get here?" Sean pressed.
"Ten years later," Hermione said, picking up the robe from the ground and pulling out a pocket watch from the inside of the robe that Sean recognized very well.
Upon seeing the pocket watch, Sean immediately understood why Hermione had been able to get here.
So he asked hesitantly, "Ten years from now, what will we be like...?"
"We're married," Hermione continued, picking up where Sean left off. "I married you shortly after graduating from Hogwarts, Professor... and we also have a daughter."
Her answer was like a bombshell, leaving Sean stunned.
"But...why did you...?"
"My work at the Ministry of Magic is incredibly stressful."
"At first, I thought I could handle it, after all, the knowledge I gained at Hogwarts gave me a lot of confidence."
"But as time went on, the workload became heavier and the responsibilities became greater, and I had almost no time to spend with you and our daughter."
Hermione took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down, and continued.
"As you know, my duties include overseeing many projects and handling all sorts of complicated magical matters."
"Every day I have to work overtime until very late, and when I get home I just hope to have a few minutes of peace and quiet."
"But when I get home, I always see you with your daughter, sharing all her little secrets."
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"The intimacy between you makes me feel incredibly jealous and helpless."
"So...you're jealous of our daughter?" Sean suddenly asked.
Hermione smiled slightly, a hint of guilt flashing in her eyes.
"Perhaps you could say that, but I always felt that she attracted your attention more than I did, and I felt like I was being ignored."
"I realized that I was missing out on family, missing out on my roles as a mother and wife."
"I decided to make time to come back to you, but when I finally did, I found that my daughter seemed to have become a different person."
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"I can't believe it."
"I used to think that time would make everything better, but I feel like I'm sinking deeper and deeper, losing both of you."
"I just hope to find a solution and restore that intimacy."
"I don't want to see my daughter drift further and further away from you someday in the future. I don't want to be the one who gets forgotten."
As she spoke, a longing gleamed in Hermione's eyes. She stared blankly at Sean, as if she had returned to ten years ago—to be that helpless girl in front of the professor.
Seeing Hermione like this, Sean felt a surge of tenderness in his heart.
"Okay, Hermione... I'll be by your side... no matter what happens in the future... I'll always protect you... so don't be afraid. Okay?"
Hearing Sean's promise, Hermione finally stopped crying and smiled, snuggling back into Sean's arms.
"Thank you, Professor..." she murmured, "I love you... I'll always love you..."
Sean sighed and affectionately ruffled Hermione's hair.
"Silly girl...I love you too...I always have..."
Just then, Hermione suddenly grabbed Sean's hand and guided it to cover him.
"So...can we do it now?" she asked, blushing.
Sean was taken aback, then understood what Hermione meant.
Sean leaned down, his nose almost touching Hermione's cheek.
"Hermione, are you sure you want to continue?"
As he spoke, Sean secretly put his hand behind his back.
A silver-white spell silently swept past the wardrobe beside it and then vanished without a trace.
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