At the other end of the banquet hall, the roar of the crowd seemed separated by an invisible wall.
The Patil sisters—Padma and Parvati—were like twin black lotuses, gracefully following their mother. They wore black saris of identical style but varying shades, their bare waists slender and supple, their faces adorned with impeccable, sweet smiles befitting their status.
Mrs. Patil was conversing with a bejeweled noblewoman, while the twins' gazes, like hungry falcons, greedily swept over the necks, wrists, and earlobes of every woman present. The sparkling diamond necklaces, lustrous pearl earrings, and bracelets inlaid with huge colored gems all stimulated their primal possessiveness.
Parvati's eyes were drawn to a ruby necklace draped over the noblewoman's chest. She inhaled imperceptibly, and the muscles of her lower body tightened instantly.
The cold metal butt plug buried deep inside her was squeezed hard. Under the cover of her sari, the crystal at the tail end pressed inward through her thin panties. A wave of soreness and slightly painful pleasure shot from her tailbone up her spine.
Maintaining her dignified posture, her gaze, like a poison-dipped needle, drifted to Padma beside her. The look was full of provocation and showing off, as if to say: See that? Only I am worthy of such things.
Padma felt her sister's gaze almost simultaneously. She didn't even need to look at the necklace to know Parvati was declaring war again. The corners of her mouth tilted up into a sweeter arc, but her body, hidden under the sari, made the same response.
The sisters stood side by side, wearing perfect ladylike smiles, while a secret, crazy endurance contest raged within their bodies. Whoever couldn't hold on first was the loser.
Padma's fingers unconsciously brushed the intricately carved silver bracelet on her wrist. Parvati touched the small but lustrous pearl on her earlobe. They both wanted everything the other had, and they could absolutely not let anyone, especially their mother, see any clues.
Just as this secret contest was heating up, Parvati caught a glimpse of a familiar figure out of the corner of her eye.
It was Jerry.
He was walking out from behind a huge marble pillar, wearing that familiar, wicked smile they both knew well.
Padma spotted him almost at the same time.
The ladylike smiles on the sisters' faces instantly became much more real. In their identical deep eyes, a light flickered—a mixture of surprise, desire, and a tacit excitement.
All the jewelry on their bodies—from the finely carved bracelets on their wrists to the lustrous pearls on their ears, to the thin, shimmering silver chains around their necks—came from this boy. Not to mention the butt plugs currently making waves inside them, giving them extreme pleasure and painful torture, were also "gifts" from Jerry.
The same thought flashed through the sisters' minds like an electric current: Get more from him.
They exchanged a glance. Years of tacit understanding allowed them to reach a consensus without words.
"Mom!" Padma spoke in a voice so sweet it was cloying, gently tugging at her mother's wide sleeve.
Mrs. Patil turned at the sound. She was an extremely voluptuous witch. Even the loose black robes could not completely hide her exaggerated bust and full hip curves; the drape of the fabric only outlined a thrilling sensuality.
In stark contrast to her impactful figure, her face wore no heavy makeup. Her clean face had only a touch of lip gloss, her features exquisite and soft, giving her an unearthly beauty that seemed incapable of raising little devils like the Patil sisters.
"What is it, dear?" Her voice was gentle and soft. She habitually raised her hand, brushing the back of her hand against Padma's cheek with elegance and composure.
"We saw a classmate from Hogwarts!" Parvati chimed in, her face showing just the right amount of surprise. "We want to go say hello."
Mrs. Patil folded her hands in front of her and nodded slightly, her posture still dignified. "Go ahead. Mind your manners, don't be rude."
"Yes, Mom."
The sisters answered in unison, then lifted the hems of their saris. Like two butterflies eager for nectar, they walked quickly toward Jerry.
Jerry didn't notice the twins in his peripheral vision. As the crowd poured in, the light in the banquet hall became ambiguous and dim. Only the glimmer from the crystal chandeliers overhead refracted mottled light and shadow on the jewelry and robes.
Wizards gathered in small groups, whispering or laughing loudly, everyone seeming to find their own social circle. Even high-ranking Ministry officials like Fudge were holding wine glasses, chatting with professional smiles, showing no intention of starting the banquet immediately, as if waiting for a VIP.
This scene made Jerry impatient. His thoughts weren't on the social occasion but firmly occupied by the system quests in his mind.
He recalled his "task list": Collect enough exquisite panties, ensuring the witches were left "vacuum"... so far, only two pairs. A long way to go. The other three tasks had zero progress. And now, there was a new headache of a task.
Jerry pursed his lips, glancing at the wine pouring from magical pipes in the high ceiling and the Sugar Fairies flying around serving drinks.
An idea struck him. The objective was just to "add special liquid to drinks," not specifying which "nine witches." Instead of searching for a needle in a haystack, why not solve the problem at the source? If everyone drank it, the "nine witches" would naturally be covered. Simple, crude, and efficient.
The Louvre's interior, expanded by magic, was a maze of ornate corridors. But for Jerry, it wasn't a problem. He just had to look up and follow the Sugar Fairies flying with silver trays to find the kitchen.
Jerry walked through a quiet corridor, the noise fading. As he turned a corner, faint footsteps came from behind.
Alert, he slipped silently into the heavy shadow of a suit of armor like a civet cat. Holding his breath, he prepared to see who it was, but a soft arm reached out from deeper in the shadows. Accompanied by a familiar fragrance, a hand covered his mouth.
Jerry froze, instinctively ready to counterattack, but the unique scent of tobacco and roses relaxed him.
The next second, he was tightly embraced from behind by a warm, full body.
The body pressed against his back, and two astonishingly soft mounds on the chest squeezed him unceremoniously through their clothes.
A husky, mature female voice, thick with laughter, rang in his ear, tone sticky as a spoiling cat.
"Oh, isn't this my little Jerry?"
It was Isabella.
Jerry stiffened slightly in the embrace. He turned around to meet Isabella's smiling eyes.
"What, dumbstruck seeing me?" Isabella's lips curled up. She released his mouth and hooked her arms around his neck, leaning forward so her full breasts squeezed against his chest even more wantonly, almost suffocating him.
Jerry didn't speak. He wrapped his arms around Isabella's slender yet fleshy waist, his palms rubbing gently on the smooth fabric of her gown.
Feeling the heat of his palms, Isabella's smile deepened. With her free hand, she traced the air. Invisible golden runes lit up and merged into the shadows. A transparent barrier, blocking sound and sight, enveloped them. Even the Sugar Fairies flying overhead couldn't detect the scene unfolding in the shadows.
"Now, no one will disturb us," Isabella said smugly.
Before she finished, Jerry pulled her hard against him. Caught off guard, Isabella gasped as her voluptuous body slammed into his arms.
The next second, Jerry's lips pressed onto hers.
It was a rough, direct kiss, full of unquestionable possessiveness. Isabella felt her lips devoured by a huge force. Jerry's tongue, like a hooked beast, pried open her teeth domineeringly, driving straight in to ravage her mouth.
"Mmh... mmh..."
Isabella moaned indistinctly, her body softening. She leaned obediently in Jerry's arms, hands clutching the fabric of his back. She tilted her head back to allow deeper invasion. Their fluids mixed, making wet tsk tsk sounds. Isabella's tongue responded clumsily but was soon suppressed by Jerry's agile tip, forced to endure his plunder. It felt as if he wanted to lick every inch of her mouth clean and steal all her air.
After a long time, the kiss finally ended. A glistening thread connected their lips, shining ambiguously in the dim light.
Isabella panted heavily, unnatural blushes on her cheeks. Her lazy eyes were now misty and alluring. Looking at Jerry's calm face, a strong desire to conquer rose in her heart. This boy, much younger than her, could always easily stir up all her desires.
Not to be outdone, Isabella licked her swollen lips, then leaned down to Jerry's ear, whispering breathily, "My little Jerry, you've grown skilled..."
As she spoke, her hand slid down his body, stopping on the alarming tent in his trousers. Through the fabric, she felt the massive size and terrifying heat.
Jerry smiled, letting her hand roam over his bulge. "How long have you been following me?"
Isabella snorted, her tone thick with jealousy. "Since you let that blonde slut suck you off."
Her words were full of possessiveness, and her hand became rough. Without hesitation, she undid his belt and zipper, reaching in to grab the scalding hard meat. The size, though not new to her, still made her suck in a cold breath.
However, just as Isabella prepared to assert her sovereignty with action, both froze.
Footsteps came from the other end of the corridor.
Footsteps were normal in a banquet hallway, but this time, something was wrong.
They released each other in tacit understanding. Jerry zipped up quickly. Isabella waved away the barrier, and they hid back in the shadows, holding their breath.
Soon, two figures in colorful saris appeared around the corner—the Patil sisters.
But their appearance was vastly different from their dignified ladylike posture earlier.
"Where the hell did he go?" Parvati's voice was irritable. She lifted her skirt, walked fast, then stopped abruptly, spinning in circles like a headless fly. "He clearly went this way!"
"It's your fault for stopping to look at that stupid painting!" Padma followed, her tone equally unkind. She pointed at different paths, anxiety evident on her face. "What now? Everywhere looks the same!"
Their steps were no longer elegant, but flustered. Every hurried turn, every stomp of frustration, caused the foreign objects hidden in their bodies to deliver waves of agonizing stimulation.
Parvati's cheeks were unnaturally flushed. As she spoke, she unconsciously clamped her legs together—a subtle movement that outlined her tense buttock curves under the sari.
Padma was no better. Arguing with her sister, she pressed her hand against her lower abdomen, seemingly trying to relieve the grinding numbness rising from deep within.
"Shut up! If you hadn't said to go this way..."
"Did I say that? It was clearly you!"
Arguing in hushed tones and looking around anxiously, they failed to notice the person they were looking for was watching their loss of composure from the shadows a few meters away.
Jerry's gaze swept over their bodies, noting the unnatural twitch of their glutes when they clamped their legs and their expressions of suppressed endurance. A knowing smile flashed on his lips.
He leaned closer to Isabella, whispering into her ear with amusement, "Dear Prefect, look at how they walk..."
Isabella's attention shifted to the quarreling twins. Her sharp eyes easily caught the oddity in their movements.
Jerry's arm circled her waist, his fingers pinching her full buttock cheek through the dress. "Butt clamped so tight, steps so weak... doesn't it look like... they're hiding something good inside?"
Isabella trembled slightly at his pinch. She didn't turn but snorted agreement.
"How about a bet?" Jerry's hand slid down her waist curve, stopping above her cleft, fingertips circling the sensitive ditch through the soft fabric.
Isabella felt weak from his restless fingers. She glanced at him sideways, her voice lazy and provocative. "Bet on what?"
"I bet... both of them have 'interesting little toys' stuffed in their asses." Jerry pressed harder into the indentation of her gown.
Isabella's eyes lit up. She turned to face Jerry, looking down at him. She reached out, grabbing his still-proud meat root again, circling her palm over the fabric, feeling the pulse.
"Alright," she rasped. "If I win?" Her thumb pressed hard on the head of his cock, eliciting a groan from Jerry.
"If I lose!" Jerry panted, his smile growing calmer. "I'm at your disposal."
"At my disposal?" Isabella repeated, licking her lips with a smack. The prize was too tempting. She squeezed harder, as if to crush the giant thing in her palm. Leaning closer, her breasts almost burying his face, she whispered, "And if you win?"
"If I win!" Jerry reached under her arm, caressing her smooth back. "Take me into the kitchen."
"The kitchen?" Isabella was surprised.
"Yes," Jerry nodded. "Security is tight tonight, kitchen included. I planned to sneak in, but with a Formation Master like you helping, it would be much simpler, right?"
Isabella put away her playful expression. Looking into Jerry's deep, calculating eyes, she understood. After a few seconds of silence, a charming smile bloomed on her face.
"Deal." She slapped his hard cock lightly. "Now, let's see if you lose even your underwear."
"Wait and see!"
With calm steps, Jerry walked out of the shadows, a knowing smile on his face. He looked at the twins, who were frantic from not finding him.
"Looking for me so urgently? Something the matter?"
Padma and Parvati stiffened simultaneously.
"Who... who was looking for you!" Parvati flushed red. Hands on hips, she tried to look righteous, but her clamped thighs and tiptoed stance betrayed her panic. "We just got lost, don't flatter yourself!"
"Right, just lost!" Padma echoed, pressing her abdomen to hide the grinding pleasure inside.
Jerry smiled, not exposing their lie. Instead, he slowly pulled a pair of exquisite earrings from his pocket. Made of mithril, each was set with a pigeon-egg-sized, perfectly cut sapphire, glowing enchantingly in the dim corridor.
"Oh, is that so?" Jerry played with the earrings, letting the light dance before their eyes. "I was thinking of giving these 'Stars of the Lost' to the 'friends' who found me first. Since you aren't, never mind."
He made to put them away.
"Don't!" both sisters screamed in unison. Their eyes were glued to the sapphires, reserve forgotten.
Parvati rushed up first, grabbing Jerry's arm. Her soft chest pressed against him unreservedly as she rubbed against his arm, voice soft and sticky. "We were wrong, Jerry... we were looking for you, we missed you so much..."
Padma wouldn't be outdone. She leaned in from the other side, practically hanging off him, cooing even sweeter than her sister. "Yes, Jerry, we looked for you for so long... look, our legs are sore..."
Jerry unceremoniously wrapped his arms around the pair of voluptuous twins. He felt their hot, tight bodies through the thin saris. Their perfume, mixed with the musk of aroused females, filled his nose.
"Oh? How much did you miss me?"
He kissed their cheeks, but his hands began to wander. They slid down their slender waists to their round, perky buttocks, kneading firmly.
Both sisters stiffened, letting out suppressed, kitten-like whimpers.
Under the tight flesh, Jerry's fingers clearly felt a hard, foreign protrusion. In the shadows, Isabella saw it clearly and smirked.
"Missed... missed you so much I'm about to break..." Parvati twisted in his arms, trying to trade her softness for the treasure, unaware that her twisting only drove the object deeper into her sensitive walls.
Squelch... zzzzt... Faint water sounds signaled their bodies secreting juices uncontrollably from overstimulation.
"In that case..." Jerry grinned wickedly.
His hands moved to their fronts and lifted the ornate saris, revealing the high-quality silk panties that were already damp.
"No!" the sisters gasped, wanting to stop him, but pleasure and shame drained their strength.
Jerry's finger hooked the edge of Parvati's pink panties and pulled down. With a soft friction sound, the poor barrier fell to her knees.
A shocking sight was exposed to the air and to Isabella in the shadows.
Between Parvati's tightly clamped, snowy white buttocks, a beautifully crafted silver butt plug was firmly planted. At the base was a crystal-clear ruby, flashing demonically in the corridor light. Where gem met skin, glistening threads of fluid leaked from the friction.
Jerry didn't stop. His other hand pulled down Padma's pale purple panties.
Same sight, different style. Padma's was gold, set with an emerald.
The sisters couldn't hold on anymore. They collapsed into Jerry's arms, sobbing and moaning. Being exposed to the cold air while burning hot inside made their bodies spasm uncontrollably.
Suddenly, Jerry exerted force and miraculously lifted both nearly-adult-sized girls into the deeper shadows.
In the same instant, Isabella reacted with extreme acuity. Her hand flipped elegantly, shooting two tiny beams of magic that hit the sisters' eyes.
Parvati and Padma went black as soft blindfolds materialized and wrapped tightly around their eyes, robbing their vision.
Simultaneously, hurried footsteps came from the end of the corridor.
In the narrow shadow behind the pillar, Jerry held the sisters tight, their bare lower bodies pressed against each other and hidden by him. Isabella squatted, tapping the ground to create an invisible field that hid all three of them.
The footsteps drew near. Two figures in black robes appeared. They moved stiffly, like puppets. More chillingly, their faces were blank, eyes hollow and dull, as if soulless. They marched mechanically past toward the banquet hall, noticing nothing.
"This isn't right..." Jerry whispered gravely.
Isabella frowned. She didn't know who these strange witches were, but instinct screamed trouble.
Blindfolded and unable to see the weird witches, the twins were confused.
"Jerry? What happened?" Parvati squirmed uneasily, her bare bottom rubbing against the rough wall and Jerry's hand. "Why bring us here? Why blindfold us?"
Padma felt the atmosphere shift. Deprived of sight, her internal sensations heightened. The gold plug ground against her intestinal wall, causing spasms. "Jerry... it feels weird, take this off..."
As Jerry prepared to soothe them, Isabella leaned in, her playful face close. Her full chest pressed against Jerry's shoulder. Without letting him speak, she reached out for the sisters' white buttocks.
Her fingertips glided over the gem bases of the plugs. Nails tapped the metal edge, then her fingers circled the ruby and emerald.
"Mmh... woo!" The sisters whimpered, bodies arching forward.
"This is the little gift you gave them?" Isabella grinned maliciously at the glistening, fluid-soaked gaps. She deliberately pushed the plugs deeper, then yanked them outward. The slurp of metal against soft flesh was loud in the silence.
"Who are you?"
"Jerry!"
"Shh!" Isabella chuckled, ripping off their blindfolds, plunging them into deeper shame and terror.
"Prefect... Isabella!"
"Don't... please..."
As the Slytherin Prefect, Isabella was known for being strict and unfathomable.
"Scared of what? I'm doing this for your own good."
Isabella released the plugs and grabbed their hair, forcing them to their knees at Jerry's feet. Leaning her full body against the armor base, she looked at Jerry playfully.
"Jerry, since these little fledglings are so lost, why not give them some guidance?"
She extended a stocking-clad leg, toe teasing the huge, menacing bulge in Jerry's crotch. "But, to get my help entering the kitchen, you follow my rules."
"Prefect Isabella... no..." Parvati tried to refuse in shame.
"Oh? Refusing?" Isabella raised an eyebrow, voice low and threatening. "If you don't listen, I'll go tell Mrs. Patil right now that her darling daughters are wearing expensive jewelry while stuffing their asses with toys from a boy, messing around outside school. I imagine under her wide robes, she has plenty of ways to punish you!"
Thinking of their mother, the sisters shook like sieves. Ignoring the mess under their skirts, they knelt on the cold floor, knees shifting with friction sounds.
"Please, Prefect... please don't tell Mom..." Parvati trembled, her voice thin. Her buttocks clenched in fear, driving the ruby plug deeper into sore flesh. "We'll do... anything..."
Padma nodded, eyes teary and pitiful. "As long as Mom doesn't know, we'll listen to you..."
Hearing their pleas, Isabella chuckled with pleasure. She looked at Jerry, lips curling. "You heard them."
Bending down, her long fingers hooked Jerry's waistband. With a tug, his trousers slid down to his ankles.
The dormant giant, like a heavy dark hammer, sprang free. Standing so close, the thick, vein-covered meat root swung in a small arc, slapping the nearest Parvati right in the face with heavy, terrifying heat.
Smack!
The sound of meat hitting meat echoed. Parvati's head was knocked to the side, a red mark appearing on her cheek.
Before she could cry out, a strong scent of male hormones hit her, making her dizzy. The object was massive, thicker than her forearm, veins twisting, the red mushroom head throbbing inches from her eyes, pre-cum splashing onto her eyelashes.
"Mmh..."
Parvati stared blankly. Padma was equally scared. Though they had used Jerry's "jewelry," seeing the real thing this close was a visual shock that froze their brains.
Isabella enjoyed the show. She reached out, tracing a finger along the engorged purple shaft, her print making a soft sound against the tight skin.
"Look, it seems to like you." Isabella's voice dropped to an ambiguous whisper. She grabbed Parvati's hair again, pulling her face closer to Jerry's crotch until her nose almost touched the base. "Didn't you want to beg for mercy? Show some sincerity. I might consider keeping this from your elegant mother."
The twins' bones softened under the threat of authority and the strange stimulation. Kneeling on the cold floor, Parvati looked up at the hideous purple giant. Her nostrils flared with rapid breathing, hot air hitting the veiny shaft.
Trembling, she opened her pale-lipped mouth. As she approached carefully, her tongue tip poked the hole at the top. A strong male scent rushed into her brain. She closed her eyes, throat swallowing stickily, and tried to take the massive head into her mouth.
Slurp... mmh...
Due to the sheer size, just taking the head in distorted her mouth. Padma, ignoring shame, licked up and down the side. The sisters worked together, saliva flowing down to wet Jerry's thighs with splashing sounds.
Just then, Isabella moved.
Her long leg hooked Jerry's waist, pulling herself close. Smiling seductively, she ignored the sisters on the ground. Hand on the back of Jerry's head, hips twisting wide, she hooked his shoulder and straddled him.
Her blonde hair swayed in the dark. Her wide skirt covered his head, burying his face completely in that deep, muddy place.
Jerry's eyes were blocked by lace. His nose hit a warm, plump softness. The scent of a Pure-blood witch mixed with wet fluids wrapped him tight.
"Mmh..."
Isabella sat on his face, her fleshy lips right against his mouth. Holding his hair, she pressed down and ground her hips, rubbing the wet slit back and forth over his nose and lips. Every slide brought a sticky liquid sound.
Jerry unceremoniously bit the small protruding bean, his tongue like a blade churning wildly in the tight gap.
"Ah... hah... my little man..."
"Just like that... little bastard... make me feel good... and I'll take you in."