Jerry had just reached the entrance of the Slytherin Common Room, and before he could utter the password to enter, he heard lowered, somewhat anxious voices coming from behind the tapestry.
"Are you sure he'll agree? Besides, the things from the Flower Card Merchants are so expensive..."
It was Padma's voice.
"We have to try!"
Parvati's voice sounded more impulsive: "Didn't you hear them? The caravan of the Flower Card Merchants was originally coming for the World Wizard's Chess Championship to make a fortune here. Who knew the tournament would be suspended suddenly? They have to wait for some investigation to finish before it restarts, and that will take at least two or three months!"
"So, that's why they cordoned off a piece of land next to the Forbidden Forest to stay temporarily... but what does that have to do with us?"
"The point is, they brought a lot of good stuff! And to make ends meet, they'll definitely sell off some stock! This is the best opportunity!"
Hearing the voices, Jerry stopped in his tracks.
Flower Card Merchants!
Before the inter-dimensional train lines and Floo Network were established, when the wizarding world was still in its "Age of Discovery" for conquering new worlds, the term "Flower Card Merchant" represented wealth, mystery, and immense power.
In that ancient era, although wizards had begun to conquer various alien worlds with their powerful magic, the barriers between worlds remained a massive obstacle.
Setting aside the vast physical distances that were like natural chasms, the currency system alone was an insurmountable gap—a gold coin from World A might be worthless in World B.
Therefore, transporting specialties from one world, especially those precious magical materials and alchemical products, to another world for large-scale trade was a high-risk, high-cost endeavor that was almost impossible to achieve.
The Flower Card Merchants were the only legendary trade caravan of that era capable of breaking such barriers.
They possessed hidden, ancient paths that allowed them to travel steadily between worlds, and they established a unique trading system using "Flower Cards" as tokens and hard currency, gathering the wealth of countless worlds into their own hands.
However, that was all a long time ago.
Ever since the inter-dimensional train lines expanded and the Floo Network made the barriers between worlds as fragile as paper, the ancient and mysterious commercial empire of the Flower Card Merchants inevitably went into decline.
Though they remained active in border worlds not yet fully penetrated by mainstream wizarding civilization, the goods they sold were no longer such indispensable treasures.
As for the twins, Parvati and Padma.
They were here to fulfill their previous uncompleted bet.
Originally, after losing the bet to Jerry, these proud sisters had wanted to use the cover of the crowd to let the matter slide.
But now, they had actively come to his door, wanting to re-fulfill that agreement which, for them, was quite shameful.
The reason was simple; it seemed that Jerry's casual gesture of gifting that magnificent necklace called the "Mermaid's Tear" to Liliana in front of them last time had given these equally beauty-loving twins quite a shock.
That posture of being able to freely give away a luxury item desired by countless girls, along with Liliana's radiant appearance after putting on the necklace, was like a thorn buried deep in their hearts.
Jerry looked at the sisters before him, whose faces were almost identical but whose expressions differed, and a trace of an interested smile curled his lips.
He saw through their little scheme at a glance. They had simply seen the benefits and, casting aside their sense of shame, wanted to trade some beautiful jewelry from him as well.
Jerry uttered the "Pure-blood" password, and the stone wall carved with snake-like reliefs slid silently to one side, revealing the cold, damp corridor leading deep into the dungeon.
He walked out leisurely.
The conversation outside the tapestry came to a dead halt.
Parvati and Padma stiffened simultaneously like startled woodland fawns and turned their heads in unison.
When they saw Jerry's face with its lazy smile, their expressions became rather complex.
Parvati, being the bolder of the two, took a deep breath and stepped forward voluntarily.
But even she could not help but avert her gaze when facing Jerry's deep eyes, which seemed capable of seeing through one's soul.
"Rosier!"
Parvati spoke, her voice sounding dryer than she had expected, "We... we came to find you. Regarding the... that bet from last time."
Standing behind her, Padma appeared even more uneasy.
She tugged at her sister's sleeve, her beautiful eyes filled with hesitation and embarrassment.
In this gloomy Slytherin tunnel, the occasional passing Slytherin students casting unfriendly glances made them feel as if they were sitting on needles.
Jerry did not answer immediately.
He walked with unhurried steps until he was directly in front of the sisters.
His gaze was like he was appreciating two fine pieces of art, scanning unreservedly from their pretty faces down to their full breasts—which were already beginning to show their shape despite being covered by their fitted school uniforms—and then to the shapely curves of their legs hidden under the hems of their robes.
"Oh?"
Jerry finally spoke, his voice carrying a trace of a knowing smile: "I thought you had no intention of admitting that matter! But looking at you now, it seems you've changed your minds."
Having her thoughts exposed by Jerry, Parvati's cheeks flushed a deeper red, but she summoned her courage, took a step forward, straightened her well-developed chest, and looked Jerry straight in the eye.
"Of course we admit it!"
Parvati said loudly, seemingly trying to use her volume to cover her guilt, "We are Gryffindors, and we keep our word! We are willing to fulfill the bet!"
Beside her, Padma followed with a nod, and although she didn't speak, her clenched fists showed her determination.
"However!"
Parvati's tone shifted, her eyes flashing with undisguised material desire, "That depends on what price you pay. Fulfilling the bet is fine, but you must also give us gifts... gifts that are absolutely no worse than the necklace you gave Liliana!"
Hearing this, Jerry was stunned for a moment, then began to laugh low as if he had heard the world's greatest joke.
That laughter echoed in the cold tunnel, causing both Parvati and Padma's faces to flush.
"Interesting."
Jerry finally stopped laughing and reached out, using his index finger to gently tilt Parvati's chin, forcing her to look at him: "You seem to have misunderstood one thing."
"Right now, you are not in a position to negotiate with me. Rather, it is you who are begging for my generosity."
Jerry leaned close to Parvati's ear and said word by word in a voice only the three of them could hear, "However... I like your reckless courage. Fine, I agree."
"As long as you can satisfy me!"
Jerry's gaze swept over their chests, which were heaving with nervousness, "I guarantee that what you receive will make every girl in Hogwarts jealous."
Jerry pulled back slightly from the two sisters.
His expression was replaced by a cat-and-mouse smirk, full of playfulness.
He glanced into the depths of the dungeon corridor, seemingly talking to himself but intentionally letting them hear:
"I heard... the caravan of the Flower Card Merchants is parked right next to the Forbidden Forest."
This news was like a stone thrown into a calm lake, instantly stirring ripples in the sisters' eyes.
Both their faces showed an irrepressible longing.
"I can take you shopping."
Jerry spread his arms generously, his posture like that of a benevolent monarch, "You can buy whatever you want. Jewelry, potion materials, or trinkets from other worlds... as long as you like it, it's on me. No limit. Buy whatever you want."
This promise caused both Parvati and Padma's breathing to quicken.
To them, this was an irresistible temptation.
"However!"
Jerry's voice slowed down, a malicious light flashing in those deep eyes. His gaze slid once more from their cheeks all the way down, finally resting on the hems of their robes. "I have a small condition of my own."
He extended his finger, tracing the silhouette of their calves in the air.
"In a moment, you will change your robes."
His voice dropped very low, carrying a devilish allure, "But inside those long magical robes... you are to wear nothing except stockings."
The sisters' faces turned pale instantly, their pupils dilating with shock.
Jerry ignored their reaction completely, unhurriedly adding: "Oh, and by the way, you must wear high heels. Well? Do you agree?"
Parvati and Padma looked at each other.
In the end, greed for those brilliant jewels triumphed over their last shred of shame as ladies.
Parvati closed her eyes and, as if using up all her strength, squeezed out a single word through her teeth: "...Fine."
Padma simply bit her lower lip in despair and gave a gentle nod.
"Excellent."
Jerry was very satisfied with their submission.
He turned around and signaled them to follow: "Follow me. I know where the nearest bathroom is."
The sisters followed behind Jerry like two puppets, their steps somewhat unnatural.
Today's Hogwarts Castle presented a peculiar sight.
Because of the sudden suspension of the World Wizard's Chess Championship, many of the adult wizards who had been wandering around the campus under the guise of watching the tournament had diminished, making the wide corridors seem much emptier.
However, the number of young students had increased instead.
This was simply due to a schedule shift: today, the first and second-year students had almost no classes, whereas in previous days, it was the upperclassmen enjoying the holiday.
Passing through several corridors, they arrived at a bathroom on the second floor that was usually rarely visited.
As expected, it was empty.
Water dripped from the old brass faucet, striking the white ceramic sink with a crisp echo, making the spacious bathroom feel even more silent.
Jerry casually pushed open the door to one of the stalls and gestured for them to enter.
The space in the stall was cramped; with the three of them squeezed inside, their bodies were almost touching.
The scent of adolescent girls—a mix of milky fragrance and perfume—drifted clearly into Jerry's nostrils.
Jerry crossed his arms, his body blocking the stall door completely. With that unfathomable smile on his face, he watched them leisurely.
"You... you go out first."
Padma summoned her courage, her voice as faint as a mosquito's hum.
Her face was completely red, like a ripe apple, and even her neck and the roots of her ears were flushed with an enticing pink.
"Go out?" Jerry raised an eyebrow. "If I go out, how will I know if you've obeyed me? What if you take off your panties and then secretly put them back on?"
His words shattered the sisters' last illusion.
There was no other way.
Padma and Parvati looked at each other, both seeing humiliation and resignation in the other's eyes.
For the sake of those glittering, beautiful jewels, they could only choose to submit.
Surprisingly, the more steady Padma moved first.
With her back to Jerry, her body trembling slightly and her slender fingers refusing to cooperate, she had to try several times before undoing the clasp of her school robe.
She let the robe slide off her shoulders, revealing the white shirt and grey vest underneath.
Jerry's gaze made no attempt to hide, staring straight at her.
Padma could feel the gaze as if it were physical, wandering over her back and causing her skin to break out in tiny goosebumps.
Padma closed her eyes and quickly took off her shirt and vest, revealing a simple, white cotton girl's bra underneath. The bra barely covered her newly budding breasts, outlining a small and graceful curve.
Next was the skirt.
When the grey pleated skirt slid down from her waist and piled at her ankles, the only sound left in the stall was the rustle of fabric and the sisters' increasingly rapid breathing.
Now, Padma only had two pieces of clothing left: her white cotton panties and the white knee-high stockings wrapping her slender calves.
Her fingers hesitated for a moment on her flat stomach.
Jerry's eyes were like spotlights, making Padma feel as if every inch of her skin was being meticulously inspected and evaluated.
Finally, as if making a resolution, Padma hooked her thumbs into the edges of her pure cotton panties and, with a grit of her teeth, slid them down along with her last bit of shame.
When that final thin piece of fabric slid from between her smooth legs and fell onto the cold tile, Padma's not-yet-fully-bloomed body was revealed unreservedly to Jerry.
Against the white stockings, the skin of her inner thighs looked exceptionally delicate.
The hair was as sparse as the last time he had seen it, a pale light brown, kept very clean and only covering that small central area.
Due to the owner's shame and nervousness, those two tender petals were tightly closed.
Padma's hands instinctively moved to cover herself, but were stopped by a cold look from Jerry.
She could only keep her hands behind her back, letting the scenery remain exposed to the air.
"Your turn."
Jerry's gaze shifted to Parvati, whose face was equally pale on the other side.
With her sister's demonstration, Parvati moved much faster, with a kind of "broken pot" desperation.
Parvati almost brutally tore off her robe, shirt, and skirt, her fair skin flushing in patches due to her forceful movements.
Soon, Parvati was also down to just her bra and black knee-high stockings.
Unlike her sister's slenderness, Parvati's figure seemed to have become slightly more voluptuous recently.
When Parvati unfastened her bra, those breasts—also not large, but noticeably fuller in shape—popped out.
Due to shame and the cold, they had already turned into two hard little beans.
Without a moment's pause, Parvati slid her black lace panties down to her ankles.
The black stockings and snowy thigh skin created a powerful visual impact.
Parvati's area looked fuller than her sister's, and the hair was denser, like an obsidian frame set around that pink territory.
Jerry looked with satisfaction at the identical yet distinct beauty before him.
He took several band-aids out of his pocket and peeled open two of them.
"Stand straight, don't move," he commanded.
He first walked to Padma and used his fingers to pinch the hard, erect nipple on her chest.
"Mmh..."
A suppressed whimper escaped Padma's mouth, and her body leaned forward uncontrollably.
Jerry's fingers were cool yet firmly fixed that sensitive point.
He aimed the square gauze at the ruby-red tip and then smoothed out the adhesive tape on both sides, firmly sticking it to Padma's fair skin. He did the same on the other side.
The two band-aids, like two medals of shame, were pasted onto the girl's budding breasts.
Having done this, Jerry's hand did not leave.
He squatted down, his gaze level with that most mysterious zone.
"Legs... spread them a bit."
Padma's body swayed slightly, but she still opened her knees just a fraction.
Jerry used his fingers to gently pry open those two petals and firmly pasted the third band-aid.
The cold adhesive sticking to that warm, moist place brought an indescribable, strange sensation that made Padma's legs go weak, nearly unable to stand.
Next, Jerry used the same method to place three identical "seals" on Parvati's body.
When his fingers touched the area between Parvati's legs, which was already somewhat slippery, she let out a sharper gasp than her sister, her body tensing like a fully drawn bow.
"Alright, put them on."
Jerry's voice broke the silence in the stall, which was filled with the weight of humiliation.
Parvati and Padma, as if granted a pardon, immediately scrambled to grab their robes from the floor and threw them on indiscriminately.
Their fingers were uncooperative due to nervousness, but they still fastened every button on the front of their robes as quickly as possible, not even missing the one at the very top against their chins, as if doing so could lock that feeling of naked shame inside their clothes.
Jerry just crossed his arms and watched their "cover-up" attempts with interest, not saying a word to stop them.
When everything was in order, he stepped aside, clearing the way out.
The three walked out, Jerry in front and the two following, toward the edge of the Forbidden Forest.
Leaving the bathroom and walking through the castle corridors, a brand new and even more intense stimulation enveloped the twins.
The fabric of the robes rubbed against the insides of their naked thighs with every step, and every sway made them clearly feel the contact between their most private areas and the clothing.
Those three thin band-aids became the most vivid existences on their bodies, reminding them every second of the scene beneath these seemingly solemn magical robes.
The clack, clack of their high heels on the stone floor sounded exceptionally clear in the empty corridors.
This sound attracted the gazes of many younger students and kept Parvati and Padma's hearts in their throats.
The twins could only force themselves to keep their backs straight and eyes forward, pretending as if nothing were wrong, but only they knew how much effort it took with every encounter not to tug at the hems of their robes.
When they stepped out of the castle onto the open grounds, the view suddenly widened.
In the distance, the massive chessboard constructed by magic for the tournament still hung quietly in mid-air, the giant pieces standing silently like ancient titans overlooking all of Hogwarts.
As the three approached the edge of the Forbidden Forest, a bustling scene appeared on the open lawn that originally belonged to the school grounds.
The caravan of the Flower Card Merchants was not nearly as simple as the name implied.
Their massive carriages, decorated with magnificent curtains, had had their side panels lowered completely after parking, turning into spacious shop platforms.
Dozens of such carriages were linked end-to-end, forming a semi-circular market that looked like an exotic pedestrian street appearing out of thin air.
The air was filled with the aromas of various foods, the scent of unknown spices, and the unique smell of the pack beasts.
Merchants of various skin tones and wearing all sorts of strange clothing were shouting their wares, their languages manifold, yet miraculously every passerby could understand them.
Many energetic young wizards on holiday were gathered here as if they had discovered a new continent, wandering curiously between the stalls.
Some wizards held skewers of glowing candies that looked like insect wings, while others were watching a stall owner manipulate puppets with magic for a slapstick play.
Besides the shops selling various goods, there were actually many amusement facilities in this temporary market.
A huge black tent painted with skeletons and ghosts stood on one side of the market with a sign reading "Screaming Haunted House." Little wizards would occasionally run out screaming, then laugh and push their friends to go in again.
In the center of the market, a small Ferris wheel, not very high but decorated colorfully, was turning slowly.
Further off, there was even a section of a small, undulating roller coaster track, with mine carts carrying wizards occasionally roaring past, eliciting waves of cheers.
This didn't look like a merchant encampment but rather a bustling mobile carnival that had suddenly descended next to Hogwarts.
This lively scene did indeed allow Parvati and Padma's tense nerves to relax slightly.
The fact that they hadn't been discovered all the way here also let a bold thought pop into their minds: it seemed... as long as the robes were worn properly, what was inside wasn't actually that important.
However, how could their minor psychological changes escape Jerry's eyes?
Jerry stopped and swept his gaze over the dazzling shops, finally resting on the slowly turning small Ferris wheel.
"Before we go shopping!" Jerry turned his head, a smile that was perhaps too brilliant on his face, "Let's go play something interesting, shall we?"
Jerry's finger pointed accurately at the colorful Ferris wheel.
The hearts the sisters had just settled were instantly in their throats again.
"No... let's not?" Padma subconsciously took half a step back, her voice carrying a trace of pleading, "There are too many people there..."
"It's more fun with more people, isn't it?"
Jerry's smile remained unchanged, but the words he spoke made them feel as if they had fallen into an ice cellar, "Think about it, when the cabin reaches the highest point, the view of the entire Hogwarts from above must be beautiful."
Parvati and Padma looked at each other, their eyes flashing with hesitation and struggle.
The allure of the Ferris wheel was no less than those rare magical gemstones to them.
Gazing down at all of Hogwarts from high up was a perspective they had never experienced, especially in this rare "holiday" atmosphere.
Ultimately, the longing for that brilliant scenery once again overrode the faint unease in their hearts. They gave a soft nod.
"That's the spirit."
Jerry smiled with satisfaction.
As if by magic, he pulled an exquisitely styled camera with a silver luster from an inconspicuous pocket inside his robe.
There wasn't much of a line at the Ferris wheel entrance; the young wizards on holiday didn't have much pocket money, so compared to the high-priced Ferris wheel which didn't offer much to "do," they mostly chose to run off to the roller coaster or haunted house.
Soon, the three of them were seated in a cabin decorated with magical patterns.
The cabin door clicked shut softly, and then, following the massive skeleton, it began to rise slowly.
Moving further and further from the ground, the entire Hogwarts Castle gradually spread out beneath them, and the edge of the Forbidden Forest became blurred.
A cool wind blew in through the half-open window of the cabin, fluttering the stray hairs on the sisters' foreheads. They relaxed their guard slightly and couldn't help but lean against the window, looking down curiously.
"Look, how beautiful the scenery is."
Jerry's voice sounded behind them, carrying a trace of imperceptible allure.
"How about letting you two become a part of this beautiful scenery?"
Parvati and Padma turned their heads only to see Jerry already holding his camera up, the lens pointed right at them. That smile on his face looked exceptionally bewitching.
"Now, unbutton your robes. Let the sunlight in, and let's take some beautiful photos."
The sisters' faces turned white instantly, their eyes once again burning with fierce humiliation and refusal.
"No!" Padma blurted out, her voice a bit sharp.
"Jerry, you're going too far!" Parvati's tone was also filled with anger.
Jerry didn't care for their reaction at all and just smiled.
The Ferris wheel cabin was currently climbing to the highest point, as if the entire world were beneath their feet.
Jerry temporarily put away the camera and reached his fingers into his robe, pulling out two golden, shimmering objects from somewhere.
When Jerry opened his palms, a burst of almost blinding light instantly filled the entire small cabin, causing Parvati and Padma to squint their eyes instinctively.
They were two exceptionally magnificent platinum bracelets.
The entire surface of the bracelets was densely paved with a layer of fine, stardust-like diamonds, as if a handful of the Milky Way had been crushed and sprinkled evenly over them.
Between this stardust, at short intervals, a larger, perfectly cut main diamond was inlaid.
In the dim light of the cabin, these two bracelets became the most dazzling light source.
They greedily captured every ray of light, then refracted and decomposed it into countless dazzling seven-colored beams that danced in the sisters' pupils.
Just by looking, one could feel the suffocating luxury radiating from them.
What made the sisters' hearts race even more was the clearly discernible, striking magical fluctuation emanating from the bracelets.
A layer of soft, nearly physical silver-white halo flowed and breathed slowly around the bracelets as if alive, dyeing the surrounding air with a trace of noble atmosphere.
The two women looked at each other, and the last bit of struggle in their eyes was finally completely devoured by greed for the magnificent jewelry. Almost simultaneously, they lowered their heads slightly in resignation.
"Very good." A victorious smile curled Jerry's mouth.
Parvati and Padma's hands moved back to the buttons of their robes.
This time, there was no hesitation in their movements.
One button, two buttons... when all the buttons were undone, they just gave a slight shrug of their shoulders.
Those two wide robes, serving as the final barrier, slid down their smooth bodies and piled silently at their feet, revealing two youthful, naked bodies shielded only by stockings and a few band-aids.
The sunlight shone through the cabin window, illuminating every detail of their bodies clearly.
Click.
Jerry raised the camera and pressed the shutter; the crisp sound echoed in the cramped space.
"Shoes off too," Jerry issued the second command.
The sisters bent down obediently, took off the high heels on their feet, their naked bodies bending into a tempting arc in the small cabin.
"Now!" Jerry's voice was full of an unquestionable commanding tone, "Lift your legs up, toward the window, as high as possible. I want you two to try to do a split."
This requirement made both sisters' bodies stiffen.
They almost instinctively wanted to refuse, but seeing those two shimmering bracelets in Jerry's hand, they could only submit.
Padma moved first.
She used her hand to steady herself against the metal frame of the cabin, then slowly lifted that leg wearing white stockings toward the sky.
The white stocking gleamed with soft luster under the sunlight, tightly wrapping her long, well-proportioned calf and rounded thigh, clearly outlining every muscle line.
When her leg reached the limit, toes tensed, five small toes painted with light pink nail polish could be clearly seen through the thin white fabric, curled together due to exertion, appearing exceptionally cute.
This posture also exposed her lower body unshielded.
The band-aid pasted vertically between her legs couldn't completely cover that pink slit.
At the edge of the band-aid, a few mischievous, light brown hairs poked out, and the full outline of those two petals tightly closed due to shame was also clearly visible.
On the other side, Parvati followed her sister's example, propping against the wall and lifting her leg wearing black stockings high.
The black stockings carried a stronger visual impact, forming a sharp contrast with her snowy thigh skin.
The slightly fuller thigh was bound by the stocking, tensed into a sexy curve.
The black stocking wrapped Jerry's foot, toes also tensed, the outline of those five toes looming under the black fabric, adding a few points of mysterious temptation.
Similarly, that band-aid couldn't completely block her fuller private part.
Due to excessive stimulation, some crystal liquid had long seeped out there, even slightly dampening the edge of the band-aid.
Meanwhile, the view of their upper bodies was equally striking.
Due to nervousness and excitement mixed with shame, those two pairs of tender nipples had long become hard as stone, propping up the band-aids pasted on them high, forming two obvious bulges, as if silently announcing their presence.
Click! Click!
Jerry pressed the shutter continuously, freezing these erotic scenes forever.
After taking enough photos, he put down the camera with satisfaction and picked up the two platinum bracelets.
He first caught Padma's ankle held in mid-air, and with a click, snapped one bracelet onto her pure white stocking.
Cold platinum contacted warm skin through a thin layer of silk, bringing a wonderful touch.
Subsequently, he snapped the other bracelet onto Parvati's ankle wrapped in black stocking in the same way.
The two extremely magnificent bracelets thus became the only accessories on the twins, besides the stockings and band-aids.
As the Ferris wheel began its slow descent, Padma finally recovered from the strange feeling brought by the anklets.
She looked at that cold and magnificent bound around her ankle, asking in confusion:
"Jerry... this... shouldn't this be worn on the hand?"
Parvati echoed with a nod, eyes carrying the same incomprehension.
Hearing this, Jerry just chuckled.
Jerry sized up the two youthful bodies already at his disposal again.
Then unhurriedly, he pulled out a more exquisite velvet bracelet box from his robe.
Jerry opened the box slowly in front of the sisters.
Click.
The moment the lid opened, a red light even more dazzling than the previous two bracelets combined instantly lit up the sisters' eyes widened with shock.
Inside the box lay a bracelet made of gold.
Its craftsmanship was a hundred times more complex than the platinum ones, black magical patterns coiling on golden vines, and in the center of the bracelet, a pigeon-egg-sized, deep red gem that seemed to have blood flowing in it was inlaid.
"This!" Jerry's voice was full of bewitchment, as he rubbed the blood-red gem with his fingertip, "is only for the most obedient one among you two."
This sentence was like an invisible bolt of lightning, instantly splitting the fragile alliance between the twin sisters.
The twins turned to look at each other almost simultaneously, but in those eyes, the original shared suffering and mutual comfort had vanished without a trace, replaced by a sharp light full of scrutiny and competition.
The Ferris wheel finally returned to the ground, and the cabin door opened with a clack.
The sisters hurriedly picked up the robes on the floor to put them on. During the movement, the platinum bracelets on their ankles accidentally collided with each other, emitting subtle and crisp sounds, as if reminding them of everything that had just happened.
Stepping off the Ferris wheel, Jerry looked up at the roller coaster with a long line in the distance, shaking his head uninterestedly.
His gaze turned to the other side, that black tent emitting an ominous aura.
"Let's go, let's see what's over there."
He walked toward the haunted house.
Next to that huge haunted house, there was an even weirder place—a dilapidated tent with a "Ghoul Circus" sign, from which weird roars and cheers came from time to time.
Just as they were about to enter the haunted house, Jerry inadvertently caught a glimpse of Professor Quirrell whispering with several circus staff in flashy clown costumes, emitting a few dry laughs occasionally.
As if sensing Jerry's gaze, Professor Quirrell's bald back of the head turned around eerily. On his pale face, he gave Jerry a somewhat morbid, stiff smile and nodded lightly and friendly.
Jerry shrugged noncommittally, led the sisters, and followed the guide witch's lead into the haunted house passage.
The interior of the haunted house was complex, with a dozen passages stretching dimly in different directions.
The guide witch explained that ticket prices varied according to the passage opening times.
Jerry naturally didn't care about this; he chose the most expensive VIP ticket directly and was thus led to a completely quiet passage with flickering runes at the entrance.
The witch unfurled a professional smile at the three of them, reminding them with a hint of mystery:
"You are the first to take this passage today; there is no one ahead, and I believe no one will follow. Oh, you all know the Lumos spell, right? When you feel too scared to move forward, just cast Lumos, and someone will lead you out... of course, the ticket money is non-refundable."
As the witch pulled back the heavy curtain, a bone-chilling damp air hit them.
The three stepped in, and the curtain closed behind them, completely isolating the noise outside.
It was indeed pitch black, not even able to see one's own hand.
In the darkness, jagged walls dozens of meters high loomed on both sides. The passage twisted forward, just like that classic maze encountered during the entrance exam, making one hold their breath unconsciously.
Above their heads, several dazzling shooting stars cut through the void from time to time, trailing long tail flames and leaving brief light trails in the ink color. All of this made them feel as if they had fallen into another completely different world.
Parvati and Padma were already scared by this weird and oppressive environment.
They followed closely behind Jerry, bodies almost touching, breathing becoming light and rapid.
When Jerry stopped suddenly, the sisters looked up immediately, eyes full of unease and incomprehension.
Jerry extended his hand, and a small, seemingly carefully polished metal object appeared in his palm.
It was a fingertip-sized butt plug, with a weird yet exquisite shape.
The main body was transparent, but endowed with a smooth spiral rising curve. The base was wide and flat, just enough to support seven or eight gems of different sizes and colors inlaid within.
They were like a mini flashlight, illuminating Jerry's palm and also the sisters' pupils, exceptionally moist and dilated due to nervousness.
Although the sisters had never seen such a thing, its unique and weird shape, as well as the playful deep meaning in Jerry's eyes at this moment, made a strong sense of shame surge from deep in their hearts instinctively.
A wave of heat rushed up from their necks, straight into their ear roots and cheeks.
"There's only one." Jerry said softly, his voice exceptionally clear in the empty darkness, carrying a magnetism, "Who wants to try?"
He didn't have a mandatory tone, but this sentence, combined with the previous prompt on the Ferris wheel about "whoever is most obedient will get that bracelet," made Parvati and Padma understand Jerry's implication immediately.
This wasn't a simple inquiry, but a brand new "test," directly related to that bracelet that would drive any pure-blood family lady crazy.
"I... I'll do it!"
Parvati spoke almost immediately, her voice somewhat dry due to nervousness, but eyes full of unquestionable determination and desire.
She took a step forward, closer to Jerry.
Padma's reaction was half a beat slower, and a look of unfairness and resentment flashed on her face instantly.
Padma originally thought as the older sister, she should have priority.
At this moment, Padma could only curse Parvati's eagerness for quick success in her heart. With a trace of spiteful unwillingness, her tone also became urgent: "It should be me! I'm the older sister, I... I'm more experienced than her!"
Looking at this pair of sisters who were snuggling together just now, but now turned into strangers and competitors for a weird object in the blink of an eye, Jerry's smile became deeper.
Clearing his throat, Jerry instead pretended to be a peacemaker.
He placed the butt plug gently in Parvati's hand, which was trembling slightly due to nervousness.
Its light danced on her fingertips, reflecting her slightly reddened cheeks.
"Parvati!" Jerry turned to the younger sister, voice gentle yet carrying unquestionable magic, "Padma is your older sister; a younger sister should listen to her older sister. Since that's the case, you... help her put it on."
"Put it on?"
Jerry's unexpected instruction made both sisters' thoughts fall into a blank instant.
The daggers-drawn atmosphere just now was replaced by a new, weird silence mixed with shock and unease.
While Parvati was still dazed on the spot, holding that butt plug flashing with strange colors and at a loss, Jerry leaned his body down slightly, his lips almost touching Parvati's flushed earlobe.
Soon, Jerry's whisper ended, but his warm breath seemed to remain in Parvati's ear.
Parvati froze on the spot, holding the object emitting seven-colored light in her hand, those specific and shameful instructions echoing in her mind over and over.
Under Jerry's gaze, where encouragement and command coexisted, Parvati finally took a step.
Every step Parvati took was like stepping on cotton. When she walked to her older sister, Padma could clearly see that complex expression on her face, mixed with apology and a trace of weird excitement.
"Parvati..." Padma's voice carried a sobbing tone, body shrinking back subconsciously.
"Turn around, prop against the wall."
Jerry's voice rang behind them, breaking the moment of hesitation.
"Hands on the wall, bend over, stick your ass up."
Jerry's voice rang out again, like a final judgment.
Padma's body shook violently, but she dared not resist.
She bent down slowly, hands propping on the dusty wall. This humiliating posture made her robe hem slide up, exposing her trembling thighs wearing white stockings.
Jerry walked behind Parvati, pressing his body against her, one hand around her waist, the other covering her hand holding the butt plug, guiding her fingers with his own.
"Lift it up."
Under his guidance, Parvati lifted her sister's robe hem slowly, pushing it all the way to her slender waist.
A perfect, youthful perky buttock was thus exposed unshielded in the seven-colored halo emitted by the butt plug.
Those two cheeks of tight and rounded buttock flesh were tensed due to the owner's nervousness, the deep butt crack in the middle looming.
"Go ahead." Jerry released his hand, stepping back, leaving the stage entirely to the sisters.
Parvati's breathing became rapid, tremblingly extending her other hand. Cold fingertips touched her sister's warm skin, causing Padma to emit a suppressed whimper like a kitten.
Parvati used her fingers to tentatively pry open those two buttock cheeks, exposing that pink fold hidden in the deepest part, never before visited by external objects.
Then, Parvati aimed the tip of the butt plug in her hand.
"No... don't..."
Padma finally couldn't help but plead, body thrusting forward instinctively, trying to dodge the impending invasion.
"Hold her down." Jerry's voice was like a death summons.
Parvati gritted her teeth, as if making a decision, pressing her whole person on her, using body weight to fix the struggling sister firmly on the wall.
Simultaneously, her hand holding the butt plug thrust forward abruptly.
"Aah!"
Padma's mind went blank; she could only press her forehead dead against the wall, body trembling violently uncontrollably.
Parvati was also startled by her sister's reaction, but she could feel that thing only went in one head.
So, Parvati simply closed her eyes, hands gripping the gem-inlaid base of the butt plug, until it was all pushed deep into her sister's body.
When that seven-colored gem base fitted completely against Padma, Parvati released her hand, panting heavily.
Padma was limp all over, leaning softly against the wall, legs shaking almost unable to stand.
That strange filled-to-bursting sensation came from the deepest part of her body, making her feel both incredibly ashamed and a weird, nameless aching numbness.
"Alright, stand up."
Jerry's voice was full of satisfaction.
Padma struggled, propping against the wall, and straightened her body slowly.
And the moment Padma straightened her body, a wonderful scene appeared.
A circle of round light spots, mixed with red, blue, green, and other colors, like a flashlight halo, was projected clearly on the pitch-black ground beneath her feet.
With every tiny swaying of Padma's body, that circle of halo also swayed gently. Like a silent spotlight, it focused all of Padma's current humiliation on that small patch of ground underfoot.
The aching sensation of being filled by a foreign object from inside, fermented together with the shame exposed outside, finally brewed into an uncontrollable rage.
This rage, Padma dared not vent on Jerry, so she poured it all on the sister who personally stuffed this thing into her body.
Slap!
A crisp slap rang abruptly in the silent maze passage.
Padma used all her strength, slapping Parvati fiercely on the face.
Parvati was slapped into a stagger, five clear finger marks appearing rapidly on her fair cheek.
Parvati covered her face, looking at her sister in disbelief, eyes first in shock, then replaced by anger.
"Why did you hit me?" Parvati retorted sharply, "This was your own choice to wear! For that bracelet, weren't you more active than me?"
"You..." Padma was choked into silence, eyes reddening instantly.
Seeing the twins about to have a big fight in the haunted house, Jerry stepped forward timely, extending arms, pulling them both into his embrace from behind.
"Alright, alright, stop fighting."
Jerry's voice carried a magic that soothed hearts.
Meanwhile, his two hands were extended to each sister.
In front of Parvati was that golden bracelet inlaid with a blood-red gem she dreamed of.
And in front of Padma, in Jerry's hand, appeared a pigeon-egg-sized, translucent pearl emitting a soft blue halo.
"You're already wearing it, why be angry?"
Jerry's voice rang in their ears, "Or next time, let the older sister help the younger one wear it, wouldn't that be fine?"
The twin sisters, who were still glaring at each other, had all their complaints and noise stop abruptly upon seeing the prizes before them.
The magnificent bracelet and the brilliant pearl easily smoothed over the bit of grievance and anger in their hearts.
The two took their respective "compensation" from Jerry's hand silently, saying no more.
Just as the sisters each put away their unique "prize," thinking the storm had passed, Jerry's gentle yet unquestionable voice rang out again.
"However!"
The smile on Jerry's face remained unchanged, but his gaze fell on Padma who just struck her sister, "Hitting people is wrong, after all."
Before the voice fell, he suddenly stepped forward, and before Padma could react, his arm wrapped around her slender waist. With a skillful turn of his body, he easily lifted her up horizontally, letting her lie prone in his arm.
"Ah!" Padma let out a short cry of surprise, legs kicking randomly in the air, but completely unable to break free from that powerful arm.
Jerry ignored her struggle completely. His other free hand reached directly for the robe hem she had just tidied, and flipped it up forcefully. That wide robe was lifted entirely to her waist, exposing those two cheeks of buttock flesh—still appearing somewhat pink due to the recent event but generally snowy and rounded—completely to the air again.
Standing aside, Parvati covered her still-hot cheek, staring dazed at this sudden scene.
Slap!
A crisp and loud slap echoed through the entire maze passage.
Jerry raised his hand, showing no mercy, slapping Padma solidly on her perky left buttock cheek.
On that snowy, elastic skin, a clear, slightly reddened five-finger mark appeared instantly.
Severe pain and the extreme shame of having her butt smacked in front of her sister made Padma's body arch violently, a whimper mixed with pain and shame leaking from her throat.
However, it wasn't over.
Slap!
Another even louder crack followed, the second slap landing on Padma's right buttock cheek.
The force of this slap was obviously greater.
That violent vibration not only made the red mark on Padma's butt deepen rapidly, becoming like a brand from a branding iron.
More importantly, that band-aid, originally not firmly pasted due to some sweat secreted by her body, finally couldn't take it under this violent impact. It fell off directly from that pink slit, drifting lightly onto the pitch-black ground.
And what made Padma feel more ashamed than this was the reaction from inside her body.
With those two violent slaps, that butt plug inside her body also swayed up and down uncontrollably in Padma's intestinal tract due to the violent vibration of the buttock flesh.
Every sway brought an indescribable stimulation mixed with aching numbness and strange pleasure, making a heat flow she was unfamiliar with rise from deep in her lower abdomen.
Padma lay prone in Jerry's arm, body twitching slightly due to pain and that strange pleasure. Her face was long past distinguishing between tears or sweat, only emitting intermittent, kitten-like whimpers.
Jerry's palm didn't leave immediately, but stayed with a residual warmth from punishment on those two red buttock cheeks, kneading neither lightly nor heavily.
This action made Padma's body, tensed due to pain, give another slight shudder uncontrollably.
"Dare you hit someone again next time?"
His voice was light and gentle, yet sounding more terrifying to Padma's ears than any harsh scolding.
"Woo... no... I won't dare anymore..."
Padma buried her face deep in Jerry's arm, daring not lift it.
"Very good." Jerry seemed satisfied with this answer.
Jerry put Padma down from his arm, letting her stand back on the ground.
The moment her feet touched the ground, an indescribable aching softness came from the root of her legs; Padma's body swayed, almost falling.
"Apologize to your sister." Jerry issued the second command.
Padma was forced to look up, meeting her sister's complex gaze.
She could see that finger mark on Parvati's face that hadn't faded yet, and also see the shock, fear, and a trace of well-hidden but schadenfreude-filled joy in her eyes.
"S... sorry, Parvati..."
Padma's lips trembled, barely squeezing out this apology from her teeth, "I... I shouldn't have hit you..."
Looking at her sister's wretched appearance, the bit of resentment Parvati had from being hit had long vanished.
Subconsciously, she stepped forward to support her, accepting the apology.
"That's a good girl."
Jerry smiled with satisfaction, as if nothing had happened, reaching out to put arms around both sisters' shoulders, "Let's go, the good show is still ahead!"
The three continued toward the depths of the maze.
Although various magic was released inside this haunted house to create a gloomy and terrifying atmosphere, it was for little wizards to play after all. Those ghost projections jumping out suddenly and fake blood seeping on walls appeared relatively simple and not that scary.
However, not long after, as they turned a corner, Jerry's steps suddenly paused. He pulled the sisters with quick eyes and hands, ducking into the shadow of a tall stone statue nearby.
"Shh." He made a silence gesture.
Jerry's gaze fell on that unshieldable seven-colored halo under Padma's feet. He frowned, then grabbed the robe hem with his hand, pressing it firmly on Padma's buttocks.
Padma's body stiffened, emitting a suppressed exclamation.
Just then, another dazzling shooting star cut through the sky above.
Accompanied by that brief yet bright light, they clearly saw several people wearing uniform black uniforms, leading a massive troll with thick chains, hurrying through the maze passage not far in front of them.
A lowered, blurred conversation drifted over with the wind.
"Hurry up! This is a VIP passage; there should be no one here."