The moment Jerry made his wickedly playful suggestion, a cold prompt that only he could "hear" suddenly rang in his mind. This was followed by a mandatory mission directive.
System Alert: Mandatory Mission Issued
Mission Name: Identity Concealment
Mission Goal: Ensure the Host's true identity is not detected or exposed by any wizard or magical creature until the train arrives at Hogsmeade Station.
Mission Reward: Family Prestige +100.
Failure Penalty: Immediately become one of the Ministry of Magic's top fugitives, subject to endless pursuit until captured or eliminated.
Jerry's smile froze for a moment before instantly returning to normal. The issuance of this mission undoubtedly added an unexpected layer of "fun" to this already volatile journey.
He glanced at Narcissa, who was struggling to process the shocking information his words conveyed—powerful wizards, a search, and his unrestrained teasing. Narcissa's face instantly went white, but she didn't utter a word in protest. A flash of resentment and vigilance crossed her eyes; she was clearly already calculating how to deal with this sudden change.
In contrast to Narcissa's forced composure, Pansy Parkinson, whom Jerry had also abducted, was a completely different picture. She was curled up in the corner like a startled creature. Her face, usually wearing an arrogant expression, now showed only pure terror. Her hands clutched the brown paper package tightly, as if it were her only lifeline. Her body trembled uncontrollably from fear, and her eyes darted anxiously between Jerry and Narcissa.
Jerry finished removing the last magically resonant accessory from his person—a miniature shield rune embedded in his cuff. He finally fixed his appraising gaze fully on Pansy. He didn't walk over, simply raised his hand casually. An invisible force instantly seized the package in Pansy's arms. The parcel was lifted as if by an unseen hand, flying out of Pansy's desperate embrace and gently into Jerry's hand.
He weighed it, didn't even bother to open it, and tossed it to Narcissa.
"This should be what you want," Jerry said in a flat tone, as if discussing a trivial matter. "However, it has a unique magical tracking mark on it. It can't be erased! Not for at least half an hour. Hmm..."
His gaze swept over Narcissa, finally resting on a subtle spot behind her, a mischievous smile playing on his lips: "The emerald anal plug you're wearing has an Undetectable Extension Charm applied to its storage space. So you... figure it out yourself!"
Narcissa caught the package, her body stiffening involuntarily. Jerry's words drained the color from her face, replacing it with a blush of shame.
After dealing with the package, Jerry slowly walked toward Pansy. He didn't bend down; instead, he extended his leather-shoed foot and gently used the toe to lift Pansy's tear-streaked chin, forcing her to look up at him. This humiliating gesture made Pansy shiver all over. The overwhelming terror left her mind blank, with only the instinct for survival remaining.
"As for you!"
Her lips trembled, and she stammered her plea: "Pl-please... don't kill me... please, don't kill me!"
Jerry looked down at the tear-stained face at his feet.
"Tell me!" His voice was soft and cold, devoid of any emotional fluctuation. Every word cut Pansy's nerves like a small knife. "Why shouldn't I kill you? Give me one reason not to kill you."
This question abruptly halted Pansy's pleas. Her mind raced, desperately trying to squeeze out a sliver of hope from the boundless fear. Family honor? Wealth? Before this devil who viewed human life as insignificant, such things were utterly pale and powerless.
Meanwhile, a storm raged inside Narcissa, who stood nearby. Storage space? Narcissa's body trembled slightly. She had always thought the shameful device Jerry had forcibly inserted into her body only possessed its torturous functions: unexpected gusts of wind, body-twitching electricity, and the terrible feeling of internal swelling. But now, Jerry told her that the pigeon-egg-sized emerald gem also hid such a crucial, practical magical function. This discovery sent a chill down her spine. It turned out he wasn't just tormenting her; he was also "equipping" her in ways she couldn't comprehend.
Jerry looked at the tear-streaked face at his feet, a playful curve on his lips. He didn't press further, instead slowly pulling a smooth black stone from the inner pocket of his wizarding robes. The stone glowed faintly in the dim carriage light—a magic memory-keeper, the Pensieve Stone. He again used the toe of his shoe to lift Pansy's chin. His eyes were emotionless, and his tone was like giving an everyday instruction: "Take off all your clothes, yourself!"
He glanced at the stunned Narcissa nearby: "If you don't know how to undress, or if you waste my patience by dawdling, it won't be as simple as just taking a picture."
Pansy's pupils suddenly constricted, and her body froze solid. A sense of humiliation, like ice water, poured over her head, but more intense than the humiliation was the threat of death. She saw the unconcealed ruthlessness in Jerry's eyes and knew this was no joke.
Trembling, she raised her hands almost mechanically, first unbuttoning her heavy wizarding robes. The black robes slid away, exposing her school uniform beneath. She didn't hesitate, awkwardly unbuttoning her sweater, then her white shirt. With every item she removed, a little more of her fair skin was exposed, and the air seemed to grow colder.
Her bra and panties were cute, lace-trimmed styles. The patterns she had carefully chosen now seemed intensely ironic. With nearly contorted fingers, Pansy pulled them off, exposing her snow-white body to the dim light. She instinctively tried to close her legs and cover her chest, but under Jerry's warning gaze, she helplessly lowered her hands.
Finally, the flesh-colored stockings. She bent down with difficulty, pulling off the thin wrapping. Her youthful legs were completely revealed. Her body was slender at the waist, her breasts only slightly budding, and her skin was like jade. Her unblemished face was now flushed unnaturally from extreme fear. Her eyes, usually holding a hint of aloofness, were now filled only with panic and pleading.
Jerry smiled with satisfaction, not missing any part of her body. He held the Pensieve Stone in one hand, letting it silently flash toward Pansy, recording everything. From the other pocket, he took out two small metal clips with fine chains attached. He walked up to Pansy. Without giving her time to react, his fingers, cold to the touch, brushed against her youthful, pink nipples.
Pansy sharply inhaled, her body instantly rigid. The small, erotic nipple clamps precisely pinched her tender protuberances. The sudden tightening of the cold metal brought a mix of numbing, slightly painful stimulation. Pansy's breathing became rapid. Her mouth slightly open, a tiny, almost whispered moan escaped her throat. Her eyes were fixed on Jerry, tears blurring her vision once more.
Jerry's young, slightly baby-fat-covered fingers gently hooked, pulling the fine chain. The metal clip on Pansy's chest tightened accordingly. Her tender, little buds were pulled upward by this sudden force, appearing taut and slightly distended.
"Mmm..." A low moan leaked from Pansy's throat, like a suppressed young animal, subtle yet clear. Her back involuntarily arched slightly backward. Her fair skin flushed a pale red due to the intertwined pain and unfamiliar stimulation. She instinctively twisted her body, trying to escape this strange pulling sensation, but found there was nowhere to run. The immense shame and fear left her feeling empty in her lower body. She tremblingly raised one hand, as if to cover something, her fingertips barely hovering over the area between her legs that had just been stripped of clothing. The movement carried a certain bewildered innocence, yet it subtly emphasized her youthful secret, like a flower forced open before fully blooming, displaying a passive, unblossomed allure.
Pansy's eyes grew more panicked, seeking a shred of pity or relief. Tears blurred her vision again.
Jerry's fingers released the small chain. Pansy's taut body relaxed slightly, but the continuous, shameful stimulation from the metallic foreign objects clamped onto her chest remained. He put away the Pensieve Stone, as if the previous maneuvering was merely an idle gesture, and his gaze returned to Pansy's face.
"Name." His voice was calm and flat, yet carried an undeniable command.
Pansy sobbed. Her voice was broken and tearful as the words escaped her lips: "Pan... Pansy... Parkinson." Each breath pulled on the pain in her chest.
"Very good, Miss Parkinson." Jerry nodded slightly, as if confirming the details of a purchased item. "Keep talking. Your family, your parents' names, everything I need to know that would be useful."
Under Jerry's cold gaze, Pansy dared not conceal anything. Choking back sobs, she recounted her family background, her parents' positions at the Ministry of Magic, and her family's connections to other pure-blood families, laying everything bare. She was like a prisoner forced to expose all her secrets. Her face grew paler with every word she spoke.
Upon hearing her statement, Jerry seemed satisfied. He raised his hand, and a blank piece of parchment materialized in his palm. Then, lines of strange text, glowing with a dark red light, quickly spread across the paper like living things, forming a complex contract. He presented this newly drafted contract to Pansy.
Pansy looked at the ominous parchment. She didn't understand a single word of the text, but the powerful magical binding force sent a chill through her heart.
"Sign it!" A hint of impatience entered Jerry's voice. "The contract requires you to swear that everything you've seen and heard here today, including my existence... will not be revealed to anyone in any form. If you break this oath, even if you accidentally utter a single letter directly related to me!"
Jerry paused, a smile that was almost gentle spreading across his face: "Then only one fate awaits you."
As he spoke, Jerry's fingers suddenly tightened again, forcefully tugging the fine chain connected to the metal clip.
"Ah!" A sharp scream, a mix of pain and terror, burst from Pansy's throat. Her already slightly erect chest was tugged upward by the brutal force, leaving a distinct red mark on her delicate skin. The piercing pain caused her entire body to arch upward uncontrollably, like a fish out of water. Her legs instinctively squeezed together, trembling slightly from weakness.
Jerry released his grip, the gentle smile on his face unchanged, as if the previous action was merely to emphasize his words. He pushed the contract forward again, nearly touching Pansy's face.
"Now, sign your name on it with your blood." His voice was still soft, but to Pansy, it was more terrifying than any curse.
Fear overpowered all reason. Pansy looked at the ominous parchment before her and then at Jerry's placid eyes. She knew she had no choice. She tremblingly raised her hand, put her thumb in her mouth, closed her eyes, and bit down hard. A rusty, stinging sensation came from her fingertip, and bright red blood immediately seeped out. With eyes full of tears, she extended her bleeding finger and, using all her strength, scrawled her name unevenly at the end of the contract: "Pansy Parkinson."
The moment the bloody signature was completed, the entire parchment instantly lit up with an eerie red glow. The strange characters seemed to come alive, scurrying across the paper, and then the entire contract silently dissolved into countless tiny motes of light. These motes split into two streams: one, like attracted fireflies, flew directly into Pansy's chest, leaving a cold sensation. The other flew toward Jerry, disappearing into his body.
The contract was sealed.
It was only then that Jerry seemed to lose interest, finally releasing the fine chain he had been pinching between his fingers. Without the external pull, Pansy's abused, bright red buds sprang back, resting softly on her chest. The small metal chain swung slightly from inertia, striking her sensitive skin.
Jerry withdrew his gaze, casually waving his hand at Pansy, who was still trembling on the ground: "Alright, put your clothes back on."
Pansy felt an immense reprieve, clumsily trying to reach for the clothes on the floor, but Jerry's next words froze all her movements.
"Keep that little toy on. Don't take it off." His tone was airy but held an undeniable command. "Also, you don't need to wear the bra and panties. They're a gift for me!"
A flush of humiliation rushed back to Pansy's cheeks, but she dared not voice any objection. Under Jerry's watch, she shamefully skipped those two intimate garments, pulling the cold shirt directly over her naked, clamp-adorned body.
Just then, Narcissa, who had been standing by, wrestling with her internal turmoil, suddenly acted. She walked forward two steps, stopping in front of Jerry. Then, after a fierce internal struggle, she slowly bent over, turning her back to Jerry, and raised her buttocks high. This shameful posture made all the blood in her body feel as if it had solidified.
"C-could you please help me put it in?" Her voice was as light as a mosquito's buzz, filled with shyness and a desperate plea.
During the previous moments, Narcissa had secretly attempted several times, but she couldn't manage to store the brown-paper-wrapped object into the emerald gem behind her. Jerry had only told her there was storage space but hadn't provided the activation phrase. And the contents of this package were simply too important to Narcissa. So much so that she was willing to utterly abandon her last shred of dignity and all her honors as a pure-blood witch to seek help from the boy who had toyed with her.
"Of course, I can!" Jerry's laughter rang out behind her, sounding especially delighted. He stepped forward. One hand held the small package, while the other mischievously slid down to the gap between Narcissa's legs, which was completely exposed by her posture. His fingers expertly found the wet cleft, his fingertip occasionally lightly teasing her sensitive clitoris.
"Mmm..." Narcissa's body trembled uncontrollably, a suppressed moan escaping her throat. Just as she grew weak from the sudden provocation, Jerry forcefully pressed the hard, brown-paper-wrapped "little stone" against the cold gem behind her. While continuing the provocative action with his fingers, he used the edge of the parcel to harshly squeeze and manipulate the base of the anal plug.
From the side, Narcissa's posture was both submissive and tense. She was kneeling on the cold floor, her upper body leaning forward, resting her forearms and palms on the opposite seat for support. This position created a soft, concave arch in her waistline. Her buttocks were high and completely exposed, forming the highest point of her body's curve. The dark wizarding robes had slipped from her back, bunching at her waist, exposing large swathes of her smooth back and round buttocks. Due to her posture, the hidden area between her legs was also fully exposed, facilitating Jerry's actions.
His fingers roamed freely in the wet cleft. Every slight tease and pressure caused Narcissa's supporting arms to tremble uncontrollably, and her taut thigh muscles to quiver. She buried her face deep in her arms, her long hair spilling down, concealing her expression, which must have been full of shame and humiliation at that moment. Only from her white-knuckled grip, and the subtle, suppressed gasps occasionally escaping her throat, could one glimpse the immense shock she was enduring internally.
Jerry, meanwhile, was like a focused artisan. One hand continuously created intolerable stimulation for her, while the other used the hard package to press, squeeze, and manipulate the cold emerald gem behind her, neither too lightly nor too hard.
Tap, tap, tap!
A sudden knocking sound cut through the quiet carriage, sounding exceptionally clear, like a heavy hammer striking Narcissa's heart.
"Mother? Are you alright?"
It was Draco's voice. The youthful tone carried a clear hint of worry and urgency, followed by louder pounding on the door.
The sound made Narcissa's entire body feel as if it had been electrocuted, all the blood rushing to her head. Her son, her beloved Draco, was right outside that door. And she herself was kneeling in this indecent posture before a boy barely older than her son, allowing him to play with her with his fingers. An unprecedented wave of sensation, mixed with terror and a perverse thrill, swept over her body. The shame nearly consumed her, but at the same time, the voice of her son outside the door and the malicious fondling of the boy behind her created a contrast of intoxicating forbidden tension. In this extreme environment, her body's reaction became even more honest and intense. Each tease from Jerry's fingertip seemed amplified tenfold, uncontrollably increasing the wetness between her legs.
"Please..." Narcissa's voice carried an uncontrollable whimper and urgent pleading. She couldn't even struggle. All her hope was pinned on the demon behind her: "Faster... please, hurry and put it in!"
"Mother? Open the door!" Draco's pounding grew louder.
Listening to her son's frantic calls outside the door, and feeling the growing strange sensation within her, Narcissa was on the verge of collapse. She arched her buttocks even higher, actively meeting his touch, completely surrendering herself to Jerry's hands, silently urging him on.
Hearing Narcissa's tearful pleas, the smile on Jerry's face deepened. Instead of speeding up, he deliberately moved the hard brown paper package away from her rear entrance, slowly sliding it down until it rested on the softer, wetter area. The rough edge of the package pressed maliciously against her soft labia through the thin fabric. He even used the parcel's corner to grind back and forth, lightly but deliberately.
"Should I put it in here, Madame Malfoy?" His voice was pressed low, his teasing breath clearly reaching Narcissa's ear.
This deeply insulting question was the final straw that completely broke Narcissa's taut nerves. Her body went limp, nearly collapsing to the floor.
"N-not there... please... in the back..." Her voice was utterly shattered, stammering from extreme fear and shame, unable to form a complete sentence.
Just then, a steady adult male voice joined Draco's pounding outside the door, clearly having noticed the commotion here.
"Is there anything I can assist with, sir?"
The adult male's voice outside the door was like a final alarm bell, instantly bringing movement back to the frozen air inside the carriage. While Draco anxiously explained the situation to the official, the mockery vanished from Jerry's face, replaced by efficient coldness. He stopped tormenting Narcissa. His hand holding the brown paper package suddenly pressed down on the emerald gem behind her. With a slight "pop" sound, the hard brown paper package instantly vanished, as if sucked inside.
Jerry immediately withdrew his hand, not even sparing Narcissa a glance. He turned around, casually summoning the cute bra and panties Pansy had discarded on the floor. The two small pieces of fabric automatically flew up and were precisely tucked into his pocket. Next, he crushed a tiny, almost invisible glass sphere between his fingers. A nearly colorless, odorless sweet fragrance quickly permeated the sealed carriage.
He pulled over Pansy, who was already fully dressed, not even missing her stockings and shoes. Under the effect of the potent sleeping draught, Pansy's body went limp, her eyes glazed over. Jerry lay down on the nearby bench, holding her. He closed his eyes, his breathing becoming steady and deep, as if both of them had been struck by some magic and fallen into unconsciousness.
Narcissa's reaction was equally swift. Enduring all her physical discomfort and humiliation, she quickly tidied her messy robes, covering all traces that shouldn't be exposed. She took a deep breath, inhaling the sweet fragrance into her lungs. Cooperating fully, she dramatically rolled her eyes, her body falling softly onto the floor, completely "unconscious."