Penelope looked around, observing the few things that made up the place as she was led. I explained a few things here and there until we reached another end of this area of buildings. We ended up in front of a large building, relatively square or rectangular, quite tall. It had a rather old-fashioned architectural appearance, but it was clearly newly constructed.
"And here is the canning factory. This is a special building, just as its name suggests, and like the others, it is automatic with no need for operators. But what's truly special lies elsewhere," I said.
"What's that?" she asked, no longer with the shocking surprise she had before about the place, but rather with real intrigue and excitement, like a child encountering something wonderful and new.
"Many buildings here have special, magical functions, some breaking the very laws of the world, and this is one of them. Here you input food, almost any kind you can think of. I can't guarantee all, as I haven't had the chance to try it. Once there is food to process, the factory turns it into preserves, specifically cans," I explained as I approached one side of the factory where there seemed to be a square frame with a board, a sort of small window.
"This is the window for receiving test products in case you don't want to enter the factory," I added.
Soon after we approached, with a mental command, several cans were pushed out from the board until they were in front of us. I took one of the cans and tossed it into Penelope's hands.
Penelope looked at the can. It was cylindrical and quite large, 10 cm in diameter and 15 cm tall. It had nothing visible other than its metallic color. Besides the structure of the can itself, there was nothing to distinguish its contents, no writing or label.
"This one contains canned tomatoes. It has a shelf life of one year from its production, or more accurately, from when it is taken off the production line. The shape and size of the can can be configured, but I've set it up this way for now," I said as I took the can back from Penelope to open it while continuing to explain. "The factory can be upgraded like the other buildings. I can improve the production speed, enhance the cans, add different types/methods of preserves, aesthetic additions, and extend the shelf life of the preserves, among other things."
I opened the can and pulled a fork from my inventory, handing it to Penelope. She took the fork and then looked at the contents of the can in my outstretched hand and also took it. She pierced one of the slices inside and brought it out to observe and smell it before taking a bite.
"How is it?" I asked.
"Good... I suppose, like... canned food," she replied. She was excited, but it was more about the process and the product than the very ordinary taste.
"Well, I think the taste can be improved as well. This is just part of the test products. I was experimenting with different foods and formats. Instead of slices, it could have been tomato puree. There should be a can of that around here somewhere. I also didn't miss the chance to try more interesting things. There should be a can of birch leaves, one of snake meat, some Honeydukes candies, and one of mandrake..."
"Mandrake?!" she asked, surprised.
"I tried many things. As long as it's edible, it can be used," I said, avoiding mentioning the experimental unicorn meat can. "But anyway, that's not what makes this factory special."
"Not?" Penelope asked.
"Well, yes, that too, but what I was telling you before is that... this factory doesn't follow the principles or logic we know," I explained.
"?" (Penelope)
"This factory can produce food out of nothing!" I said excitedly. "Let me explain. Once you input a certain amount of food to be processed, the factory doesn't return cans proportional to the raw material introduced, but rather 25% more! In a sense, each can is filled to 75%, and the remaining 25% is filled automatically... and the best part is that this can also be improved. Imagine being able to improve it to the point where a tiny amount of food could fill one or maybe several cans? Production could be massive and almost cost-free! With this factory, we could solve world hunger, producing food to the point that no one would lack a meal. I don't know if the magical world has food issues, but the Muggle world does. With this factory, we could create free food for everyone... Isn't that exciting?!" I said, trying to convey pure excitement about the idea.
Penelope was left speechless, almost dropping the can she was holding. The idea I presented seemed illogical, not because it wasn't possible to generate that much food, but because she understood that distributing food to everyone wasn't plausible due to many factors, especially human selfishness. But facing a 'magical' factory that could create food out of nothing and the guy in front of her who seemed to do any crazy thing he set his mind to, she couldn't help but question whether the idea of 'ending world hunger' was as far-fetched as she initially thought.
She pondered what this could mean. If Red could build more factories... if the fields here could produce the minimum necessary food... if Red produced that food, even if not giving it away... if Red sold it... Penelope's eyes widened thinking of all the magical plants it could can. Although it wasn't known if they would have the same effect as in their normal form, being able to sell potion ingredients in bulk and at low cost would not only ruin many businesses and entire families with those monopolies, but it would make a fortune. It had the power to completely disrupt the economy.
"You're a monster," she said sincerely, acknowledging the power Red had in his hands.
"Hehe, yes, I know, but I haven't told you the next thing yet," Red said.
"What?" she asked, expecting that whatever was coming next wouldn't be as shocking as everything else.
"In addition to the factory, there are many more buildings with the same setup. There's a sawmill that produces more wood, a smelter that generates more metal ingots, a water purification plant, and many more..." Red said.
This left Penelope lost in thought for a while, trying to come to terms with how powerful I was becoming, and not just in a magical sense. She imagined that perhaps in a few decades, 'Red Industries' would dominate the magical world market and maybe even the Muggle one.
I brought her out of her trance by grabbing her again and dragging her toward our final destination.
"What are we going to see now?" she asked, a bit numb. She had a lot to digest and didn't think there were many things that could surprise her further.
"We're going to see the other person who's currently living here," I said as I led her to the only house that was precisely that, a house.
We arrived at a two-story building with somewhat old-fashioned but quite pleasant and peaceful architecture. It had a homey appearance. I knocked on the door with Penelope by my side, who was looking around with curiosity, waiting to meet whoever lived there. She didn't have to wait long, as a witch with a scowl and an expression of "Not you again" opened the door.
"What do you want now?" she asked with complete disdain.
"I entered the [Feudo] through that direction. Go through the crack I left and you'll reach a Muggle house. I need you to take care of Penelope's parents," I said, pointing to the girl beside me. "She will be gone for a while, I don't know how long, and I don't want any problems. A Confundus Charm should be enough to make them think she's at a friend's house," I ordered.
"My mom...?" Penelope reacted to my words but was interrupted by Eileen's sudden outburst.
"I'm not your delivery girl!" she yelled angrily, almost spitting at me. "Find someone else to solve your problems. I'm not your slave! It's enough with what I've had to do for you these days without you ordering me to do one of your shits for a pussy."
"We're not doing this again," I interrupted her before she could start hours of insults. I wasn't in the mood for that right now, and Penelope was getting scared. "Do we have this conversation every time? I've explained it to you already, your wife works for me. No matter what you want, we're all involved in this. My mission will be your mission."
"You...!" (Eileen)
"Just do this and after Andra finishes her mission I'll give you a vacation to spend fucking or doing whatever you want for a while," I said while dragging her out of the house and pushing Penelope in as well. "Remember that you can't be seen, and by the way, we're using the house," I finished before closing the door in her face.
Penelope and I were now inside the house while Eileen continued to hurl insults at me, one after the other. I decided to ignore her for the moment; I had more important things on my mind and knew her well enough to understand that even if she hated me to death, she would do what I asked for her wife.
"She was...?" Penelope asked, uncomfortable, hoping that the other inhabitant of this strange world would be different or at least less aggressive.
"She was Snape's mother." (Red)
"PROFESSOR SNAPE´S Mother?!" she exclaimed, shocked.
"Yes," I replied as I led her upstairs.
"But... how?"(Penelope)
"It's complicated. I'll explain later, but if it comforts you about everything Snape did during your school years, I'll tell you that I fuck her."
Penelope was left speechless by what I said, but she mostly believed it. She had witnessed too much to doubt my words. She was so absorbed in the news that she barely noticed when we entered a room on the upper floor.
"Well, the bed is neatly made, what a nice touch from Eileen," I commented.
"Why are we...?" Penelope began to ask, but she was startled when I grabbed her and threw her onto the bed. "Ahh...! But what...?"
The young woman was stunned, barely having time to ask the first of many questions she had when I pounced on her, removing her clothing both magically and physically, to the point where her clothes would likely need to be discarded.
Her expression was pure terror as she saw how quickly her lower body lost all coverage. Before she could even scream properly, I had already grabbed her hips and lifted her towards me, placing her legs over my shoulders and raising her, allowing my mouth easy access to her entire being.
With the same intensity as a dying man in the desert finding an oasis, I began to devour her with ferocity, but not without skill.
"AGGghhh...!" She moaned from my sudden assault. It felt like the world was starting to swirl; as soon as she felt the contact of my tongue on her delicate flesh, a current surged through her body.
I used my arms to wrap around her stomach and drew her closer to my face, diving into her intimacy. Despite my effort to make her see stars, I didn't miss the opportunity to savor every piece of this beauty at my mercy.
I wouldn't say it literally tastes 'delicious,' but relatively, it's intoxicating. Licking her lips, her inner flesh, the small button at the top... perhaps the small untrimmed bush slightly ruined my tasting as I choked on some hairs, but I wouldn't stop.
It was so tasty that I almost wanted to take a big bite of this cake, but I knew it was a bad idea. One single experience when my real teeth appeared accidentally while practicing was enough to make me not want to repeat it—too much blood, even for me, ruins the moment.
It was delightful, tasting something so 'delicious' while watching Penelope writhe, barely having the strength to try to free herself. She looked like a fish out of water trying to get loose.
I knew exactly how to drive her crazy; I learned enough from Andra's teachings not to need [Ecstasy], but I still used it to make sure this moment would be etched in her mind forever.
"Pl-please... s-stop..." she begged while gripping the bed sheets.
In less than five minutes—probably not even two—while Penny continued to writhe as if thousands of ants were attacking her body, which suddenly tensed and gave me her sweet nectar of happiness.
The noisy room seemed to quiet down as she panted heavily, trying to calm down, stop her hyperactive heart, and regain her blurry vision. She wanted to talk, scream at me, cry, and many other things, but she could barely coordinate what her body was doing with what she was thinking. Unfortunately, she didn't have much time to compose herself.
This was only the beginning for her. Shortly after savoring what she had given me and letting her breathe for a few seconds, my mouth, which hadn't even moved away from her core, started to pleasure her once more.
Penelope opened her eyes and seemed to wish she could die for a moment when she felt her sensitivity suffering from the pleasure I was giving her again. She screamed even louder than before while I continued my work, kicking even harder, digging her heels into my back and stretching out her hands to try to push me away, but she was no match for me.
I savored every part of her body while looking at her intensely, not stopping, not even when she convulsed violently from reaching climax for the second time. And to her surprise, I didn't stop there; I continued until she nearly fainted with a third orgasm. Finally, I let her go, and her body slumped onto the bed, with small spasms indicating she was still alive despite her dying expression.