Hogwarts: The Witch Education Handbook

Chapter 602 Narcissa's Fate

Chapter 598 Narcissa's Fate (1)

Quiet.

There was nothing but silence.

The feeling of being covered by a black cloth was like being isolated from the whole world.

There was no wind, not even the slightest sound.

Narcissa felt her hands and feet were bound, she was put into a box, and she was being pushed around, not knowing where she was being pushed.

"Are you still there, Bella?" she asked.

No one answered.

She waited a moment, continuing to savor the emptiness around her.

Ten minutes? Twenty minutes? Half an hour or an hour?

Time became blurred at this moment, each second stretching out in the endless darkness, stretching out so long it was suffocating.

Narcissa's consciousness floated beneath the thick black cloth.

Unable to grasp anything, unable to fully awaken myself.

She could feel the heaviness in her body, and every nerve was taut, as if she were tightly bound by an invisible rope, unable to escape no matter how she struggled.

Quiet.

The surroundings remained indescribably quiet.

She could no longer tell whether she was dreaming or had actually been taken somewhere, like a living dead being dragged into some irreversible fate.

Sudden-

There was some movement.

It was a faint sound, like something being struck, weak yet clear.

A pair of hands were slowly tearing open the box that was packaging her.

Narcissa's breath hitched for a moment as she nervously tried to catch the sound, her heart pounding anxiously.

"Who is it?" she asked, her voice trembling slightly.

She asked uncertainly, not because she doubted, but because she could no longer discern the reality around her.

Am I really not dreaming?

No one responded.

But she could sense that something was slowly approaching.

She dared not utter another sound, but waited quietly. The air grew thick and heavy, then suddenly—

She felt a hot breath.

It wasn't far away; it felt like someone was right next to her ear.

The heat hit her face, swirling around her ears, making it almost impossible for her to breathe.

"Who is it?"

This time, the question has been answered.

The only response was a pair of hands that moved over her skin.

Those hands, radiating an astonishing warmth, gently caressed the skin of her exposed arms.

Narcissa shuddered and instinctively tried to dodge.

but----

Because he was tied up, he was unable to move his body at all.

The touch sent a chill down her spine. A strange sense of panic washed over her.

"No—please stop—" she pleaded in a low voice.

The hand did not stop because of her pleas; instead, it became even bolder.

Slowly moving upwards, gently stroking her cheek.

Narcissa felt a shiver run down her spine, unsure whether it was from fear or some other feeling.

"Who are you?" she asked again.

There was still no verbal response, only the sensation from that hand became increasingly clear.

It slid down her neck, hovered at her collarbone, and then moved downwards.

Narcissa could feel her body temperature rising, a strange heat spreading from her lower abdomen.

"Don't do this—let's talk first—"

Narcissa tried to use words to calm herself down, but her words were already tinged with a hint of panting.

Realizing this, she immediately bit her lip.

A wave of shame washed over me.

Those hands continued their exploration.

In the darkness, Narcissa endured this torment alone.

No one knows what she's going through, and no one can save her.

And this was precisely the part that embarrassed her the most—that she felt it under these circumstances.

Sean sized up the noblewoman in front of him.

Beneath the black silk blindfold, her face flushed with desire, and her cherry lips parted slightly.

That once proud and aloof face now had a touch of allure.

She's a real beauty.

Do you know what you're like right now?

Sean suddenly spoke, his warm breath brushing against Narcissa's reddened ears, causing her to gasp softly—

trembling.

Narcissa paused for a moment, feeling that the voice sounded somewhat familiar.

However—she is now unable to think clearly and believes it is all just her imagination.

She pursed her lips.

Seeing Narcissa remain silent, Sean smiled.