The Seducer System (Harry Potter)

Chapter 11. First Hogsmeade Date

15th September

I'm starting to suspect I've got some anger issues, perhaps more than I care to admit. I even exploded at Ollivander when the old fart kept giving me disappointed looks for losing my precious partner. But honestly, who wouldn't snap after the kind of Sunday I had? Anyone else would've reacted the same. Maybe not blowing up a mountain or trying to choke a woman with their dick, but something similarly violent, I'm sure.

"How was the meeting?" Mum asks as I step out of the fireplace.

She is reclined on the sofa, her leg casually crossed over the other, a thick tome spread open in her lap.

I muster up a smile and give a nod, opting not to share the details. "Mr. Greengrass has decided to give me a hundred thousand galleons every month for the rest of my life. He was quite generous and polite, thanking me every other minute for saving his daughter's life."

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"How many thousand?" The book topples from her lap as she sits upright, her tone full of disbelief.

"Hundred."

"Hundred thousand?"

"Yes."

"HUNDRED THOUSAND?"

"Yes." And with that, I walk away, leaving her shell shocked.

While the money is nice and all, it's the points I earned from Proserpina's blowjob that kept me from declaring today the worst day of my life.

I can still recall her stats as I stared at her disgusted face, the sight of her cumstained mouth forever etched in my memories.

Proserpina Greengrass

Level: 27

Beauty Tier: S

Seduction: 0%

Points Available: 7

This is the first time I've gained points without raising someone's seduction. It makes me wonder if I would earn points by just grabbing a random woman and fucking her. Not that I would, of course. I'm not an uneducated barbarian, nor a hideous oaf who needs to force himself on women to experience their feminine touch. I have my standards, and I'd rather not fuck someone who is shrieking and sobbing while I rail them.

Instead of heading towards the Gryffindor Tower, I walk to a small, abandoned section of the castle. There, in a dusty, dimly lit room, I find my clone sitting diligently at the teacher's desk, absorbed in a book. Dozens of books are scattered around her, some piled high on the desk while others lie haphazardly on the floor, creating an air of organised chaos. The silence is broken only by the soft rustle of pages turning and the occasional creak of the wooden chair.

Unlike usual, Heather sports a focused look, her black hair pulled back in a tight bun, her green eyes engrossed in the text. This is her task: to read all the books I give her, to learn spells, to expand my repertoire.

"Heather." I come to a stop before her.

She looks up, her lips curving into a playful smile. "Ready to bite back your words and pound me, master? Unable to wait until you turn level 50?"

I roll my eyes and toss her my old wand, the one that had gotten 'lost'. "Here, this will be yours from now on."

"Holly wand, with dragon heartstring as a core, and 11 inches long, unbending." She caresses it, for once not making it sexual. "Thank you. I'll use it to make us stronger." Her demeanour shifts to one of awe as she examines the wand further. The polished holly wood glints in the light, its smooth surface unmarred. She gently runs her fingers along its length, feeling the power thrumming within. "I'll make us stronger," she repeats, her voice filled with determination.

"Good." I sit down in the chair facing her, a tired sigh escaping me. "Now it's time for the gacha wheel."

She titters, holstering the wand and shooting me a coy look. "Where did you get these points? Did you ask for Astoria's arse as compensation for saving her life? Or maybe her mother's?"

I wave off her question, not wanting to remember the annoying bitch and her mongrel. "I'll tell you later. First let the lottery machine improve my mood."

[Profile]

[Skills]

[Gacha Wheel]

[Help]

I click on the 'Gacha Wheel', and a white circle pops in front of me. Then I press the [Roll] button beneath it.

Item Obtained: [Gamer's Abode] (Rarity: Rare)

— A luxurious mansion floating in its own dimension, safe from external meddlings. It's timeflow is synced with the gamer's. A fully furnished house in this economy? Consider yourself privileged, chump.

I don't even try to contain my broad smile as a key materialises in my open palm, my mood quickly improving. I think I really have a gacha addiction. Because one pull was all it took to vanish my simmering anger.

The key glows softly, a tangible representation of my newfound house. The thought of a luxurious mansion, safe and detached from the outside world, sends a thrill through me. It's more than just a game reward; it's a sanctuary. As I hold the key, I feel a surge of happiness, my earlier frustration melting away completely.

"What's that?" Heather is standing behind me, her hands on my shoulders as she looks at the key.

"This is our new home. It means you and Hardwin don't have to hide away in abandoned classrooms to train anymore. This almost makes up for today's humiliation. Almost," I chuckle, putting the key safely in my Vault.

"Bloody hell! A private house." She wraps her arms around my neck, slipping her chin over my shoulder, her face rubbing against mine. "You don't even have to ask what I want to do now that we have a house all to ourselves."

Her warm breath washes over my ear, followed by her feather-soft lips.

"Yes, yes. Now don't try to seduce me into breaking my self-imposed rule, and go back to your seat. I still have two points to use."

She pouts and saunters away, dropping into her chair ungainly. Her movements are exaggerated, a mix of frustration and theatrics, and the chair creaks under her sudden weight as she leans back with her knees drawn in, balancing on its hind legs, offering me a peek at her black underwear as the short, red skirt rides up her pale thighs.

Shaking off temptations, I focus and click the [Roll] button again.

Skill Obtained: [Kink Finder] (Rarity: Common)

— Allows the user to see others' kinks if their seduction is above 30%.

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SYSTEM MODIFIED!

New skill dismantled and merged with [See] skill to accommodate the gamer.

Okay, this is new. I feel a subtle shift as the system integrates the new skill. I decide to test the updated [See] on Heather.

Heather Evans (Clone)

Level: 21

Beauty Tier: A

Seduction: Null

Points Available: Null

Kinks: Selfcest, Incest, Threesomes, Double Penetration.

Nothing I didn't already know. But yes, this will be a massively useful skill for getting points in the future. Though I'm surprised that it worked on her even when her seduction is null. Probably because it would've been already hundred if she wasn't limited for being my clone.

"What did you get this time?" Heather asks, idly flipping a page, sitting properly again after she realised I'm not going to glare a hole through her knickers like she wants me to.

"A new skill. Kink Finder, which now has merged with [See] skill for convenience's sake." I don't even blink when she slams the book down and fixes me with a begging look.

"Do me. Tell me my kinks."

"Selfcest, Incest, Threesomes, and Double Penetration."

"Selfcest, huh. You can make another Heather, can you not? I think this skill has given me a new perspective. Why fuck others when you can fuck yourself? And no, I'm not talking about you or Hardwin. I want to eat out myself. I want to wreck Heather's tight cunt with a monster dildo by myself," she whispers, standing up and leaning across the desk, her eyes glazed, moments away from lunging at me and demanding a doppelganger.

"Later." I resist the urge to give in, barely holding back from vanishing Hardwin and creating another Heather to see some girl-on-girl action. "When we cross level 150, you can have me and Heather both. Until then, focus on your task."

She groans and slumps back in the chair. "You're no fun."

Ignoring her antics, I use up the last point.

Item Obtained: [Transfer Contract] (Rarity: Uncommon)

— Allows the user to give up one of his skills and transfer it to another. Note: If the transferee dies, the skill will vanish. It is not retrievable. So keep that in mind, chump.

Hmm, basically useless to me. I'm not sharing my powers with anyone. They are mine.

Done splurging through my points, I get up and snap my fingers, vanishing both Heather and Hardwin, scrunching my eyes as their memories and experiences cleave through me. It's not a painful experience but an odd one, a very odd one.

They've been out for five days now, and all those memories getting compressed and shoved in my head leaves me feeling uncanny. But the rewards in exchange of this unsettling feeling will be worth it. Let's see how many levels I gained from their constant training.

'Profile.'

Harry Evans

Level: 22

Points: 0

Perks: 7

[Vault]

[Shield]

[Binder]

[Charmer]

[Anomaly]

[God of Big Things]

[Wings of Angel]

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One level. Just one level. My poor clones worked tirelessly, day and night, for the past five days for this? The realisation douses my excitement like a bucket of cold water. If I assume that I'll gain only one level from them every week, that's a total of four levels per month, and forty-eight levels per year. It sounds impressive, but it's not nearly fast enough for my liking. At this rate, I'll only be level 70 this time next year. There are gods out there with levels in the hundreds or maybe even thousands. It will take me many decades to become their equal. And I want to be at least level 100 before I start exploring the multiverse. I refuse to wait two years for that milestone, because that's how long it will take me to cross level 100 at this rate.

I scratch my jaw as an idea pops into my head. Though I'll have to wait for a week before I can test it. I just used the vial of Duralumin today. So it won't be refilled until then.

Anyways, future experiments aside, I have a new house to tour.

I summon the key and press the button.

An inconspicuous door materialises before me, and without hesitation, I grasp the knob and step through the threshold.

I emerge onto a sandy beach as the door disintegrates, the gentle lapping of waves against the shore filling the air with a soothing melody. With just one glance, I realise that I've arrived on a tiny island. Though I wonder if the sea around it is infinite or if I'll hit a barrier when I go far enough. Same with the sky. Wait, how does it even have a sun? Probably the same way I have all these otherworldly skills. It's high time I stop underestimating the sheer power of my system. If it can create a separate dimension for me, a personal sun wouldn't be something impossible.

I gasp when I finally see it.

Atop the flat peak of a grassy hill, a magnificent three-storey white mansion stands proudly against the azure sky.

This place is breathtaking, a perfect safe haven.

It takes me an hour to explore every nook and cranny of the mansion and its surroundings. Each room is fully furnished with luxury, each view more stunning than the last. It's safe to say that it has surpassed my expectations by a wide margin. I dare say it's even better than the Greengrass Manor.

I leave Heather and Hardwin there, instructing them to continue their training. If I wasn't sure of their subservience, I'd have thought that they would start rutting, forgetting about our mutual goal completely. But for all of Heather's shameless boldness, she is still my clone, required to do my bidding.

~xXxXx~

22nd September (A week later)

I am in the ballroom of Evans Mansion. Yes, that's the generic name I've decided to give my new home, and yes, it obviously has a massive ballroom.

The floor is like a work of art. White and golden tiles, all arranged in these intricate designs that just draw you in. And the ceiling stretches all the way up to the mansion's full three-storey height, ending in a breathtaking glass dome. Sunlight floods through it, making the floor sparkle like they're straight out of a fairy tale.

In this gigantic room, only three people are there.

"Stop staring at the dome and get on with the experiment," Heather says, seated on a royal chair in one of the many dining tables strewn over the edges of the ballroom, near the alabaster walls that contain elaborately designed windows.

Hardwin is beside her too, drumming his fingers on the draped table, his eyes locked on me.

Seven days have passed, and finally, the cooldown on the vial of Duralumin has lifted. I summon it and toss back the solution in my mouth, feeling those grainy metal shavings rush down my throat. Instantly, I sense a fresh surge of power coursing through me—a warm, tingling sensation settling in my stomach. With practised ease, I take hold of this newfound strength and focus on the skill I want to amplify.

[Parallel twin]

I channel the enhancement, feeling the skill swell within me, its potency amplified a hundredfold.

Suddenly, my surroundings blur, and the air seems to shimmer in the vast expanse of the ballroom. In the blink of an eye, many Harry Evans clones fill the space, each one a perfect replica of myself.

"It actually worked!" Heather exclaims, her excitement palpable as saliva dribbles down her chin. She's literally drooling as she ogles at so many perfect men, all her type. "It bypassed the system's restriction of there being only two clones at a time."

I'm pretty sure she just unlocked a new gangbang kink.

Not deigning her quirks another thought, I nod at all my clones, and they nod back in perfect synch, making my lips twitch. It's like I'm a commander standing before an army, though that might be stretching it just a tad. With Heather and Hardwin included, I now have a total of 102 clones. This should streamline things, make them quicker and easier. It's a game-changer, no doubt about it. That vial of Duralumin is seriously overpowered. It has earned the right to be called my trump card.

"You all know what I want. Train every single second of every hour and make me truly powerful."

A chorus of 'yes' follows and then they disperse through the mansion.

If Heather and Hardwin—two clones—gave me one level per week, then a 102 clones would give me 51 levels per week.

I have found my way to quick power, and I'm going to exploit it thoroughly.

"Now all we need to do is wait one month and see what happens when the 'Parallel Twin' skill reactivates," Hardwin comments, giving Heather a consoling pat on the back; she looks downcast after watching all the Harrys leave.

That's the whole point of this experiment. Any skill that is enhanced by Duralumin becomes unusable for a month, locked by the system. That's why I cannot use [Unrelenting Force] even if I may need to. Because I used it at Greengrass Manor to cow the bitch and the mongrel, it is locked until 15th October.

But, unlike it, [Parallel Twin] is different. It's quite easy to understand how the limitation works on [Unrelenting Force] skill. I blew a mountain and cannot blow another one for a month, simple as that. My clone skill, on the other hand, is more complicated. It's not an attack skill that can be made unusable. Even if it's locked after the use of Duralumin, my clones are still here, already created. And unless I dismiss them and need to recreate them, the limitation won't affect me at all. The real question is what will happen when [Parallel Twin] skill is not locked by the system anymore.

I can see three outcomes.

First, I break the game and get to keep these clones, unless I vanish them and have to use Duralumin to boost the numbers again, of course. I think I can even start adding a hundred clones each successive month, forming an ever-growing army of Harrys.

Second, all my clones will vanish once [Parallel Twin] reactivates, reinforcing the system's order to limit the creation of clones to only two at a time. But I can still use Duralumin to create a hundred clones again, who will disappear after the skill reactivates, creating a cycle of destruction and replenishment. In this scenario, I'll always have 102 clones by leveraging the skill's cooldown period.

And third, the system will pull an obnoxious move and create a new rule to stop my ridiculous growth.

The last option is unlikely, but I'd rather prepare for the worst than get surprised by it.

"Only time will tell. For now, I need to go back. It's my daily time to fool around with Iris." I summon the key and a door takes shape before me.

"Lucky. I wouldn't mind getting my hands on her," Heather sighs wistfully.

I fix her with a displeased look. "Don't even think about it. You should know there are people I'll never share with you or anyone. And Iris is on top of that list."

"You're such a prude, but fine. I'll have my threesomes soon if this works out."

Rolling my eyes, I walk through the door, appearing in an abandoned classroom in Hogwarts.

~xXxXx~

6th October (Two weeks later)

Today is the first Hogsmeade weekend. And my first date.

Dressed in relatively nicer clothes, I make my way down to the courtyard, where the carriages are pulled in. All the older students are gathered there, forming sub-groups, chatting amongst themselves.

I glance around, trying to find familiar faces. Ron is goofing around with Dean and Seamus near one carriage, while Neville tries to rein them in. Hermione is with Padma, engaged in some heated debate that even I can hear from afar, no doubt it's about books. Further away, leaning against the grey stone wall, I spy Lavender and Parvati staring at me. I smirk and wave at them.

"Harry."

I turn around at the call of my name.

Iris reluctantly approaches me, dressed in a sunflower-yellow blouse and a denim skirt, looking irresistibly cute with a red scarf wound around her neck. "I know you have a date today, but can you, you know, spare some time for me when you're done?"

"Sure, I'll make time for you." I step closer, adjusting her scarf and tucking a curl behind her ear. She is even more beautiful with her crimson hair down, the loose waves framing her face and adding a couple of years to her real age. If I didn't have a date, I might have dragged her away for a snog.

"Thanks," she says with a wide smile, standing on her tiptoes to give me a peck on the cheek before walking away, her skirt swaying with each step.

As soon as Iris is gone, Rose ambles towards me, wearing a disapproving look. "You shouldn't let her ruin your day. It's your date, you can stop babysitting her for one day. She will survive."

"It will be fine," I reply, nodding at Katie, who is accompanying her.

It's kind of odd seeing Katie not in a crop top and denim shorts. That's practically her uniform. But I guess it's expected of her to put more effort into her appearance for a date. And she certainly looks alluring in a blue dress. Its thin straps practically bare her shoulders, and the fabric hugs her modest chest and the curve of her waist before flaring into a knee-length skirt. A touch of red lipstick completes the look.

This is the first time I've seen her trying to look feminine, and she pulls it off effortlessly.

"Let him be, Rose," Katie speaks up in my defence. "I don't mind ending our date earlier so he can spend time with Iris. Actually, you should learn something from him. Shouldn't you, as the eldest, take care of Iris when you know she doesn't have any friends?"

Rose shrugs with a pout. "Nope. She makes me want to strangle her. We don't get along."

Katie sighs and moves closer to me. "Anyways, I'll be with Harry. Why don't you take Leanne and join Iris? I'm sure she would welcome some company."

I doubt that, but I keep my thoughts to myself.

"Fine." Rose slumps her shoulders in defeat. "If I commit a murder today, I'm blaming you."

We watch as she drags her feet towards Leanne, her reluctance evident in her gait.

Katie takes my hand with a small, shy smile. "Ready to go?" she asks, her eyes twinkling with amusement.

"We better before the drama queen returns," I reply.

She chuckles and lets me lead her to a carriage. I only spare a glance at the macabre, winged, horse-like creatures attached to it. Thestrals. They are only visible to those who've seen death. And I've seen it closely when I killed Snape with my shout.

We sit side-by-side in the carriage and close the doors before someone tries to get in. Two lamps light up, providing enough light for the carriage. Under its glow, her pale skin looks deliciously tan, like coffee with generous amounts of milk.

I take her hand and entwine our fingers, our sides flushed. "This is my first date, so any offence will be unintentional."

She smiles, bumping her shoulder against mine. "I have had a couple of dates. So just follow me and it will be fine. Consider it an educational affair."

"Oh? I didn't know you had boyfriends before?" I ask, pulling her closer by her waist, much to her amusement.

"I don't. Things never work out after the first date. I have these peculiar terms that most boys can't accept," she hums, leaning against me, not minding as I wrap my arms around her.

She smells incredibly nice. Not like her usual, wet-earth, petrichor-y self, but something sweet and fruity, like berries.

"Is it too early to ask what those terms are?"

"Yes." She snorts and gently pushes me away as I try to lift her into my lap. "You're quite forward, aren't you?"

I shrug, not closing the distance between us. "What gave it away?"

"Taking off Leanne's bottoms and spanking her."

I don't even try to hide my smile. "That will do it, I'm afraid. Not too subtle."

"Definitely not subtle." She covers her mouth, laughing and scooting further away, propping herself against the carriage door, pulling up her legs on the bench and drawing in her knees, facing me.

"I hope you don't hold it against me."

"I don't," she answers reassuringly. "Every girl likes confidence. And you have it in abundance. I just wonder why bother with me? You could've gone with Leanne. She is way more attractive. Not to mention, she will sleep with you on the first date, which I will not. It just seems like a waste of time and effort, to be honest."

And here comes her self-esteem issues.

"Haven't we already talked about this? I simply like you. I have had a crush on you since forever. I always loved how you smiled whenever our eyes met. I loved how you made time to check on me and talk with me just because I was the brother of your friend. And I find you more than just attractive. You're so intoxicatingly sexy that I can't put it in words. If this wasn't our first date, we wouldn't be talking at the moment. No, I'd have you straddling my lap, kissing me senseless."

Her face reddens and she looks away, her lips curving up in a flattered smile. "You sure know how to sweet talk. If I was some young, impressionable girl, I'd be throwing myself at you."

"It didn't work? I was almost sure you would be climbing my lap and pressing your lips on mine after that."

She rolls her eyes fondly, and I'm taken aback when she actually stands up and drops into my lap, straddling me, clutching my shoulders. She cups my face, her own covered with a titanic blush. "If your hands drop below my waist and go near my butt, I'll kick you in your family jewels."

"Right." I moan as she wiggles her arse on my crotch to find a comfortable position.

She tips my chin and moves her face closer to mine, her warm breath brushing my lips, sending all the blood rushing south, making me pop a boner under her arse. Her eyebrows arch and she grinds her round cheeks against it experimentally. "Really? I haven't even kissed you yet."

"Didn't I say? You're intoxicatingly sexy." I wrap my arms around her slim waist. Her body is slightly harder and muscular than Hermione or Iris'. Obviously because she trains regularly to remain fit and become a professional Quidditch player. But that doesn't mean she isn't soft. Far from it, she is plush and squishy in all the right places.

"You really know how to sweet talk." She chuckles and plants her lips on mine.

I kiss her back and hold her tight against me, feeling her warmth seep into mine, tasting her soft lips, inhaling the same air as her, inhaling her sweet, fruity scent.

She presses her lips harder and moves it languidly, skillfully. Her kiss is unhurried but deliberate, as if savouring every moment. Her fingers slide up to my neck, gently drawing patterns on my skin, sending shivers down my spine. The world around us seems to fade away, leaving only the intoxicating feel of her mouth.

I give her lips a lick and try to pry open her mouth, and she accepts my unworded suggestion, meeting my tongue with hers, trading salivas, keeping the same unhurried pace, kissing slowly and languidly, tracing and exploring each other's mouths.

It's difficult to follow her wish, to not slide down my hands from her waist. But I persevere, knowing it will ruin the moment. But she wouldn't mind a little playful breach. I slip my hands between us and trace my way up her flat, powerful belly. She is so absorbed in the snogging that she doesn't realise until the last moment.

I cup her tits over her dress and give them a tight squeeze, making her gasp on my mouth.

"You only said not to go near your butt." I whisper against her lips huskily, kneading her breasts. They are quite solid and perky, their size probably b-cup.

Instead of complaining, she rolls her eyes and resumes kissing me. Though she jerks back when I try to pull down the straps of her dress. Her look is a mix of amusement and disbelief. "You seem to be the type who takes an entire hand when given a finger."

"No, I am the type who takes the entire body when given a finger." I rest my hands on her waist, letting her pull up the straps and hide her fancy, pink bra. If the quality of her bra says anything, then there's a chance I can convince her to have sex with me, even if she said otherwise earlier.

"Learn to slow down a little." She caresses my face, pecking on my wet lips. "What's the rush?"

Because I'd rather have those three gacha points than not.

"Sorry.".

"It's fine." She clambers off my lap, probably aware of my hungry gaze on her curvy behind, as the carriage comes to a halt. "Let's tidy ourselves or suffer from scandalous rumours."

I respond with a snort. "I'm on a date with a sexy older girl. There are going to be 'scandalous' rumours, no matter what."

"True," she acquiesces, waving her wand and fixing our clothes and hair. "But we don't have to give them proof, do we?"

"Right." I open the door and climb down, taking her hand and helping her when it's her turn.

"I'd think you to be a gentleman if I didn't know better." She lets me hold her hand as we join the other students and trickle onto the crowded road of the Hogsmeade village.

"I'll take that as a compliment," I say, letting her drag me towards Spintwitches Sporting Needs, a Quidditch shop.

Of course, she is a Quidditch fanatic, after all.

"Do you mind if I take a look? I need a new toolkit for my Firebolt."

"Just hold my hand and give me kisses now and then, and I will stand in the middle of nowhere with you."

She cracks up at my exaggerated tone, tugging me closer and pressing a small kiss on my mouth. "Fine. I'm glad you're so easily satisfied. Come, earn your kisses, Mister."

~xXxXx~

Iris Evans

What is she even doing? The first Hogsmeade outing of the year wasn't supposed to go like this. It definitely didn't include stalking her brother as he strolled with a potential girlfriend.

"Stop." Leanne raises her hand, and the trio hides behind a wall. "They are entering Madam Puddifoot's."

Rose giggles, irritating her. "Katie in that shop? Now I have seen everything."

"If you want to keep seeing, look. They are getting all over each other." Leanne grins, pointing at the glass window, behind which the couple are sitting together. Well, no more simply sitting, Katie is now nestled in his lap, kissing him.

How shameless. She wouldn't ever embarrass her brother by being such a slut and smooching him in public.

Yet, she cannot take her eyes off them, even as her stomach twists and her heart aches. For the past two hours, she has been tailing them everywhere alongside the two dumb cows. And with each passing minute, with each venture into a shop, she literally saw them getting closer and becoming more affectionate. But this is getting ridiculous. Is it even allowed to kiss like that in public? The slut is going to swallow him whole if she opens her mouth any wider.

"Your little sister is going to turn them into ashes if she keeps on with that glare. Don't worry, Iris, bwig bwother won't forget you." Leanne giggles like the dumb bimbo she is.

Rose quirks her eyebrows and raises her hand to pet her head, which she expectedly slaps away.

Iris only lets Harry and mum do that.

"Keep trying, Rosie. I'm sure she will let you pet her sooner or later." Leanne says with a smirk, rubbing her sister's back consolingly.

"Why can't I have a cute little sister? Both my siblings are moody and violent. Is it too much to ask for some affection?" Rose complains petulantly, aiming at her, snuggling into Leanne's arms.

"It's not, love. It's not. But keep trying."

She scoffs at their theatrics and returns to watching Harry. She blinks when she cannot find them. Wait, they are leaving the shop.

"Let's keep shadowing them." Leanne grins and hurries after them, followed by Rose and her.

Why is Harry heading towards the Shrieking Shack?

"Oh, they are going to do it." Leanne laughs giddily.

Something ugly scuttles in her belly, making her want to throw up. And yet, she follows them and sneaks into the abandoned property, tiptoeing towards a window to look inside.

The slut is leaning forward on a rickety chair and Harry is standing behind her, thrusting his hips… fucking her. They both are butt-naked, their clothes thrown on the floor, their moans and screams concealed under a silencing ward.

Whereas Leanne grins lewdly and starts taking photos, and Rose blushes and stares at their brother in awe as if looking at him for the first time, she closes her eyes and takes a deep breath to regain her composure. Then she spins around and walks away, ignoring their calls.

It was a bad idea from the start. While the thought of Harry being intimate with others is acceptable, if a bit disconcerting, she cannot bring herself to watch it without getting consumed with envy and rage.

Maybe it's time she stopped being a scaredy-cat and give Harry what he wants. Perhaps he will shower her with more attention if she does that.

~xXxXx~

We put on our clothes after a quick shag.

Getting to this point was not easy. I had to use my minor love pass on her. I had to hold her hand all along with my [Touch] skill active. And I had to steadily inflame her libido through pleasurable caresses. I wouldn't have been able to convince her to go through this, to fuck in a dirty shack accessible to everyone, if her kink wasn't conveniently aligned with my goal.

Katie Bell

Level: 21

Beauty Tier: B

Seduction: 100%

Points Available: 0

Kinks: Edging, Orgasm Control, Submission

The moment she hit 90% on seduction, I gave her a whispered challenge. "If you do not beg for climax before we return to the carriage, you win."

At her confused look, I used my [Orgasm Control] to push her near the edge before quickly dampening it, holding it like a dam does a river. She gasped aloud in the Three Broomsticks Inn, blushing when everyone's eyes fell on her. From there on, it was a competitive game. An easy one. And that's how we ended up here, rutting like crazy to make up for the short time we had.

"You're crazy." She takes my hand as we leave the shack. "But I'm glad you are okay with my terms."

The terms are simple. Katie is dedicated to her dream of becoming a professional player and cannot spare time for a normal romantic relationship. So she can only go on dates or have intimate sessions when she wants. The other party is not allowed to approach her or pressure her even if days or weeks pass by without a single kiss. It's quite selfish on her part, but not something that will affect me. I have other girls, I won't be lacking for physical affection.

"Why would I say no to random sexual encounters with you?"

"Of course, how can I be stupid enough to even think that?"

"I forgive you."

"Thank you." She chuckles, squeezing my hand as we join the crowd on the main road.

~xXxXx~

Omake: (What if Harry got 'Size Scouter' instead of 'Kink Finder'?)

Okay, this is the worst skill I have ever gotten.

Ping! 3 inches.

"What's with that face, mate?" Ron comments when I sit down beside him at the Gryffindor table for dinner.

'Nothing, I'm only getting bombarded by a pinging noise everytime I see a boy.'

"Feeling a bit under the weather," I lie, my eyes twitching when Neville sits across from me.

Ping! 7 inches.

Damn it, I don't want to know everyone's dick sizes. Why can't I turn it off?

Randomly, my gaze falls on the Head table, on my mum.

Ping! 13 inches.

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My face pales and my eyes widen with horror. Why did my mum react to this skill?