The Seducer System (Harry Potter)

Chapter 12. A Pleasurable Carriage Ride

We barely walk for a minute before Rose and Leanne intercept us.

"I hope you don't mind, but we need to borrow our friend for a very important discussion," Leanne says as she slips past us from behind, grabbing Katie's hand and pulling her away.

The way Leanne is staring at me with such lustful eyes, I can't help but wonder if she somehow saw us in the shack. It wouldn't have been difficult to do so; we barely managed to put up a silencing ward and contraceptive charms before getting right into it. And there were many open windows. My gaze falls on Rose, unusually silent with a tinge of red colouring her cheeks. She keeps her eyes lowered, refusing to look at me.

Well, that's as good a confirmation as any. They must have watched us while we were having sex.

Instead of being offended, I grow hopeful. Maybe this will finally give Rose a kink.

My sisters are so vanilla that they still have to develop their kinks.

I use [See] on her.

Rose Evans

Level: 22

Beauty Tier: A

Seduction: 90%

Points Available: 5

Kink: Voyeurism

Now, this is something I can work with. Though given her seduction, I only need an opportune moment to make a move, and she will be all mine.

"Should we call it a day? I do need to hang out with Iris too," I say, looking at Katie.

She seems to have reached the same conclusion, realising we've unwittingly given a free show, judging by the way she is glaring at her friends.

"Sure. Will see you back at the castle." She turns away from the sheepish girls and shoots me a soft smile.

"That you will." I step closer, leaning down to kiss her right in front of them.

Katie's eyes widen in surprise before she closes them, melting into the kiss, moving her lips against mine, encircling my neck with her arms. I can feel Rose and Leanne's gazes burning into us, but I don't mind. It's a calculated move to stir something in Rose.

Enjoy the show, voyeur.

Our kiss deepens when I pull her closer by the waist, our mouths melding together in an intimate, passionate gesture.

I slip my hands over her skirt and cup her arse, letting my fingers sink in her plump, round cheeks, squeezing them.

Katie gasps against my mouth, and before she can shove me away in embarrassment, Rose squeaks out a protest.

"Harry! We are here. People are watching."

"Let them be, spoilsport," Leanne giggles, clicking a photo.

Pulling away after giving one last peck on Katie's bruised lips, I shoot Rose a deadpan look. "You've already seen me—your brother—rutting into her from behind. Why the sudden sense of decency now, pervert?"

Rose's face turns crimson, and she sputters excuses. Leanne, on the other hand, bursts into shameless laughter, while Katie looks like she wants to dig a hole and disappear into it.

Rolling my eyes, I leave them behind.

Now, where is my other sister?

~xXxXx~

I find Iris as she is exiting Tomes and Scrolls.

Crossing the road, I approach her just as she places a stack of books on the bench outside the shop. With a wave of her wand, she shrinks and stuffs them into a bottomless purse. Pocketing it, she turns around and bumps into me.

"Splurging on books as usual," I say, coiling my arms around her before she can stumble and fall.

"I have a rich brother. You done with your date yet?" she asks, putting her palms on my chest, looking up at me with a blank expression.

Iris Evans

Level: 17

Beauty Tier: A

Seduction: 99.99%

Points Available: 3

Kinks: None

Clad in a sunflower-yellow blouse and a knee-length denim skirt, with a red scarf twisted around her neck, she looks quite colourful and eye-catching. Her long red hair swishes with the wind, drawing attention to her striking face. Perhaps it's this intimidating beauty that isolates her from the rest of her peers. Or perhaps not, it's just her personality.

Though her tone does put a damper on my humorous mood. Now, what has gotten her knickers in a twist?

"Yes, the date is over. Want to grab a butterbeer at Three Broomsticks?" I step away, idly waving back at Hermione as she wanders with Padma in the direction of the carriages.

"Didn't you already go there with her?" Iris crosses her arms.

I'm amused by the venom she puts into the word 'her.' "I did. But I wouldn't mind going back with you this time. But how did you know I went there in the first place?"

She freezes and looks away, a guilty look marring her face. "Rose and Leanne forced me to follow you and watch what you were doing."

Forced? As if you wouldn't have done that on your own.

I begin walking in the inn's direction, making her jog a couple of steps to catch up with me. "I see. And you must've seen me doing it with her too then."

"I did. It was thoroughly disgusting." She scrunches her nose, not holding back.

"I'm that hideous?" I ask with a wry smile.

"No!" She replies instantly, relaxing once seeing my amused expression. "You looked good. You always look good."

I pause in my steps to give her a pat on her head. "Thanks. But I don't think you can call Katie disgusting either. She is quite pretty, you know."

Iris furrows her brows, her expression tightening with a hint of annoyance, as we step into the Three Broomsticks Inn. The clamour of students fills the air, their voices merging into a cacophony that washes over us like a tidal wave of sound. Tables are occupied with clusters of animated conversations, while the bar bustles with activity as patrons jostle for the attention of Madam Rosmerta. The warm, inviting atmosphere of the inn contrasts sharply with Iris's tense demeanour.

She moves closer to me, shying away from the crowd, and holds my hand.

I lead her to an empty booth in the back, letting her sit by the window before plopping down beside her, her hand still in mine.

"I know she is pretty," she at last responds with reluctance, withdrawing her hand and resting her elbows on the table. "But it felt disgusting. Like worms crawling under my skin. Like getting cocooned and suffocated in a mass of dirty hair."

I set up a silencing ward around the table and let out a chuckle. "You were simply jealous."

"I know." She purses her lips, propping the side of her head against the glass window, looking outside. "I'm sorry for feeling jealous."

I lean back in the seat comfortably and throw my arm around her shoulders. "It's fine. It's normal."

She turns her head to look at me, peering at me with her anguished green eyes. "I want you to sleep with me."

"Right here? Right now?" I quip, ignoring her unamused look.

She sighs, rubbing her face. "No, moron. At our place."

"But I thought it wasn't special enough for our first time."

"It's not," she mutters, leaning against me as I rub her shoulder.

"Then why the sudden compromise? Let me guess, you're afraid I'll stop spending time with you now because Katie will 'lure' me away from you."

Her eyes widen as if she just realised that.

She is so predictable that it's not even funny.

Shaking my head, I use my grip on her shoulder to pull her closer, levelling her with a serious gaze. "I'll make our first time special like you want. There's no need to settle for less and have regrets. Just give me time, okay? Or do you want me to drag you into a dirty shack and mount you from behind?"

I'm not going to lie. A part of me wants to take advantage of her, to use her doubts and fear to slip between her legs and get my fill of pleasure and gacha points. But I don't do that for the same reason I didn't coerce her into sex the last time. Iris is supposed to be different from other girls. She is my sister, my family, someone I've always been close with. I'm not trying to build a relationship merely for the greed of points. No, I want it to be something more. Something unshakeable. Something everlasting.

A blinding smile graces her lips as she realised what I just said. "You could've made your first time with Katie special too, why didn't you?"

If we weren't surrounded by others, I'd have smooched that smug smile off her face. "Because she is not you. You are more important to me than all the other girls."

Heat creeps up her neck, but she keeps staring at me with an uncharacteristic broad smile. I'm sure that if we were alone, she'd have already thrown herself in my arms and demanded a kiss.

The quiet moment is broken when Astoria elegantly perches into the seat opposite us.

She is wearing a beautiful, airy turquoise dress that shimmers subtly in the light, probably costing more than all my clothes combined, and her blonde hair is meticulously styled, pulled back into an intricate French braid that highlights her refined features.

Astoria Greengrass

Level: 16

Beauty Tier: B

Seduction: 100%

Points Available: 1

Kinks: Harry

Yes, her kink is literally me. At this point, I don't think she will say no if I tore off her expensive dress and took her right here before everyone. I'll probably do the deed in the near future when I lack gacha points. She is basically a reserve, which I'll use up when I go weeks without any new points, when my gacha addiction is triggered. For now, I'm content with occasional kisses and furtive gropes.

"Harry, Harry's sister," she greets us with a friendly smile.

"How's your shopping going, Tori?" My lips twitch as Iris almost growls at her, frustrated by the interruption.

I place my hand on her shoulder on the off chance that she really leaps across the table to show her displeasure.

"It's going great. I wish you had joined us." She pouts, reminding me how I declined her invitation earlier.

The 'us' includes her, Daphne, and Tracey Davis.

"I had a date," I reply, glancing at the booth on the other side of the room where Daphne and Davis are seated.

Daphne is looking at us with an emotionless mask, while Davis doesn't try to hide her intrigue.

Daphne Greengrass

Level: 18

Beauty Tier: A

Seduction: 40%

Points Available: 5

Kinks: Lace, Self-Voyeurism

I wince at the decrease in her seduction. It was 60% before the whole choking her mother on my dick thing. But it hasn't fallen further, so that means I still have a chance, I think.

Also, lace kink? Does that mean she likes wearing lacy clothes? Or maybe lacy underwear? And what even is Self-Voyeurism? Staring at the reflection in the mirror?

I'm afraid I don't know these terms, though I can make a calculated guess.

Tracey Davis

Level: 18

Beauty Tier: B

Seduction: 10%

Points Available: 3

Kinks: ?

Davies makes eye contact with me, dipping her head politely.

Tracey Davis is quite a pretty girl with her large, doe-like brown eyes that seem to sparkle with curiosity. Her long, mousy hair flows freely, always kept untied, and falls in soft waves down her back. Her substantial curves also add to her natural allure, making her stand out in a crowd. If only she weren't always in the shadow of Daphne, she could have shone and gained the attention of many boys. But when the sun is in the sky, the moon becomes nearly invisible. Beside Daphne, she looks nothing but plain and forgettable.

"Right, what happened with that? Did it not work out?" Astoria asks, pulling me away from my musings, unsuccessfully trying to hide the hope in her voice.

"It worked out very well, actually."

"Oh." Her face falls, which she quickly corrects to a cheerful expression. "Great. So, are you two dating then? Are you a couple now?"

"Not exactly, but something along that line, yes."

Before she can ask me for further clarification, I get up. "I'll go get butterbeers from the counter. You want one, Tori? My treat."

"Sure."

When I return, the two fifth-years have a book open on the table and are discussing it quietly. My heart soars at seeing Iris interact with someone other than me, and willingly at that. From the way she is speaking, it's clear she isn't annoyed by the conversation.

I sit down beside her and put the butterbeer glasses down. "Here."

"Thanks, Harry," Astoria says, while Iris is already holding her glass, taking small sips.

"What is your overall rank, Tori? This grouchy one ranks first, by the way." I ask, wrapping my arm around Iris, who puffs her chest proudly at the praise.

"I know." she replies with a mild frown, looking between us with envy. "I rank second, just below her. And no matter how much I try, I can never beat her."

I chuckle at the self-satisfied smirk on Iris' face. "As a second ranker myself, who can never beat Hermione, I can understand your feelings."

That seems to make her happy.

We spend the next ten minutes talking in a similar vein, where I join in their discussion and help them whenever they get stuck.

Once we are done, Astoria goes back to her sister to resume her shopping, while I take Iris to the carriages, deciding to head back to the castle.

~xXxXx~

Closing the carriage door, I plop down beside Iris. "That was a productive day, if a bit tiring."

"Productive? How?" she asks sceptically, removing the red scarf and putting it in her bottomless purse.

I got three gacha points. That was more than productive; it was celebratory. But it's not something I can reveal to her. So I hang my arm around her shoulders instead, and kiss the side of her neck, feeling myself getting excited by her scent. "I had sex with a hot older girl, and then spent some quality time with my beautiful sister. Very productive indeed."

"I think we have different definitions of productivity." She rolls her eyes, tilting her head to give me access to the expanse of her slender, pale neck.

I smile and pull away from her. "Maybe we can make this day more productive," I suggest. "We won't be having sex just yet, but we can still explore some new territory."

Iris looks at me, a mixture of curiosity and trepidation on her face. "Like what?"

I withdraw my hand from her shoulder and place it on her knee, slowly beginning to move it up her thigh, feeling her warm, trembling skin beneath my fingers.

"How about you take off your knickers first?" I cup her crotch over her skirt, giving it a squeeze, startling her.

She jumps away, her face scarlet "What?"

"You heard it right. Take off your knickers. I'd like to see you entirely naked, but we don't have much time before we reach the castle."

"But—"

"Iris, trust me. It won't hurt, I promise."

The soft glow of the swaying lanterns casts a warm, golden light on her face, bathing it in light one moment and plunging it into shadow the next. Her expression is a tumult of conflicting emotions, her cheeks flushed with a blush that spreads across her skin. She is clearly caught between the desire to give in to my request and the uncertainty of what comes next.

"Fine," she says in a small voice.

"Let me do it. Here, lie down."

She hesitantly lies down on the bench with her knees drawn in while I sit beside her in the remaining space.

I clamber onto the bench and loom over her, my hands on either side of her face. "It will be fine." I press my lips to hers in a lingering kiss. "Close your eyes."

She does so.

Done reassuring her, I sit back with my feet tucked under me.

I eye her legs now that her denim skirt has ridden up, exposing her delectable thighs and her maroon underwear. The dark fabric is a stark contrast against her pale skin, the lace trim hugging the curves of her hips.

Her smooth, soft thighs yield under my grip, her flesh warm and pliant against my touch. I glide my hands further up, relishing the heat of her skin. I trace up the back of her thighs before reaching the round flesh of her arse cheeks.

She trembles a little but doesn't utter a single word of protest.

I unzip the side of her skirt and pull it down, folding it neatly before carefully tossing it onto the seat parallel to ours.

Grabbing her knees, I spread her thighs, my curiosity drawing my face closer to her core.

"Harry," she whispers as my breath washes over her knickers.

I brush my face against the soft fabric, savouring the heat of the softer skin beneath.

Her breathing turns quick and shallow, her hands now on my head, gripping my hair.

"Raise your butt," I say, slipping my thumbs under the band of her knickers, my fingers digging into her skin.

With quivering thighs, she arches her waist, letting me take off her underwear, baring her truly from waist down.

The underwear is flung on top of the neatly folded skirt on the other seat.

I grip her ankles and slowly kiss my way up her milky thighs, enjoying the soft, warm skin beneath my lips. Each kiss is deliberate, building anticipation, and I revel in the way her breath grows louder and more ragged with every inch. Her thighs tremble slightly under my touch, and I can feel the rising tension in her body, making my own excitement intensify.

Releasing her legs, I rub my palm on the crown of her womanhood, over the sparse pubic hair.

"Harry," she gasps, now pulling on my locks, directing my lips to her aching core.

I comply.

Her nether lips glisten in arousal, and I dry it with a wet lick, tasting her eagerly.

She whimpers, trapping my head between her meaty thighs.

Her pussy lips open slightly, almost like petals of a lotus flower. It reveals a hint of her engorged clit nestled between them. I push my tongue against it and she shakes as if electrocuted. "Harry," she gasps.

I experimentally run my finger along her tight slit, and it slides into her entrance with ease, her inner walls wet enough to accommodate it.

"Harry."

Gently swirling my tongue around and on her clit, I slip in my entire finger, making her go rigid like a board. But as I continue my ministrations, as I keep thrusting my finger in and out, she relaxes—as much as she can—and chants my name, locking my face between her legs and combing my hair distractedly.

I don't use [Touch] or [Orgasm Control] this time, confident in my oral skills after the numerous times I went down on Hermione.

It doesn't take long before she begins spasming and trying to crush my head between her thighs, as she pushes up her cunt against my mouth, as the pressure keeps on building in her core, as it reaches its limit.

She comes.

Giving one last sharp hiss, she relaxes, falling bonelessly on the bench with a soft thud. Her chest rises and falls, her laboured pants echoing in the confines of the moving carriage.

As she uncrosses her thighs from my shoulders, I crane away from her pussy.

There was not much discharge, she didn't squirt, and the little fluid there was, I licked it clean.

"That was brilliant. Do it one more time." She sits up, closing her legs instinctively when she sees me staring at her nether lips.

I cannot help but laugh at the eagerness in her tone and the shyness of her body.

"I will, but later. Now it's time to reciprocate." I pat the tent on my crotch. "Do you know what a blowjob is?"

She huffs, getting off the bench and kneeling down before me. "I know that much. I don't live under a rock."

"Good. I don't expect you to blow me away with your skills since this will be your first time, but at least try not to use your teeth." I caress her untied hair as she unbuttons my trousers and tugs it down along with my underwear.

My throbbing dick points somewhere over her head, making her go cross-eyed.

Her soft fingers wrap around the base of my shaft, and she gives it a couple of strokes. "Oh? I couldn't have guessed that. I thought blowjob meant biting on it and chewing it off."

"Less sarcasm and more—" I pause and close my eyes and sigh blissfully as she envelops it within her wet, hot mouth.

As I had expected, her oral skill is below abysmal, but she will learn. I'm going to give her plenty of opportunities, after all.

By the end of it, I'll gain one more point from her.

Iris Evans

Level: 17

Beauty Tier: A

Seduction: 99.99%

Points Available: 2

Kinks: None

Though the lack of a blowjob kink did tell me that while Iris loved getting oral, she didn't feel the same about giving it.

~xXxXx~

I'm sitting in one of the many lounges in Evans Mansion.

It has been only minutes since I parted with Iris after reaching the castle. She hurried away to brush her teeth and gargle, while I came here to use my points in peace.

Today has been a great day. Let's hope the all-powerful gacha will also be generous.

Item Obtained: [Cloak of Light] (Rarity: Uncommon)

— A long, white cloak with the power to make the user seem divine and ethereal. Inspires awe in allies and apprehension in enemies.

Hmm, can be used in very specific scenarios. Not bad.

Item Obtained: [Enchanted Steel Armour] (Rarity: Common)

— A set of heavy steel armour enchanted to be feather light. It provides protection without compromising with speed and agility.

A junk, that's what it is. If I was some muggle peasant in a mediaeval era, this might've come in handy. But for me, personally, in the modern era with access to magic, it's completely useless.

Next.

Item Obtained: [Cornucopia] (Rarity: Rare)

— A large horn capable of granting unlimited grains, fruits, and vegetables.

This one is a little more useful. Paired with [Cup of Need] I would never go without food or water.

Still, I was hoping for an offensive skill.

Alright, this is my last point, please don't ruin my day.

Item Obtained: [Rings of Sacrifice and Gift] (Rarity: Rare)

— A set of two rings: Silver (Sacrifice) and Gold (Gift). If death comes to the bearer of the Gold ring, it's transferred to the bearer of the Silver ring, sacrificing them to keep the bearer of Gold alive. Note: The sacrifice must be aware and consent to put on the ring. Also, it's one time use only. Once used, the rings will disintegrate.

A one time cheat to escape death by sacrificing someone else. That too a willing sacrifice.

Useless. I already have 102 clones for that.

I can give the Gold ring to one of my family, maybe.

But still, useless.

Thank you, system, my day is ruined.

~xXxXx~

Days later, specifically on 11th October, the cooldown on [God of Big Things] perk is lifted, allowing me to use it one more time.

Finally, I can experiment and see how much I can stretch it. Though that solely depends on my sisters' imagination. As a genie, I'm supposed to not tell them what they want. Because that may count as fulfilling my own wish and trigger some penalty.

As the classes end for the day, I find my sisters in the common room.

Iris, as usual, is by herself in an armchair in one corner, reading some fantasy book. Rose, on the other hand, is on one of the sofas in the centre of the room, smiling tiredly while her friends joke about something.

I catch Iris' gaze, and it's enough for her to understand what I want.

She gets off the chair and walks out of the common room, heading towards an abandoned classroom we three had decided on in advance for this meeting.

"If you don't mind, I'm borrowing Rose. I need the pervert for something," I say, leaning down from behind and placing a chaste kiss on Katie's cheek.

She looks over her shoulder and smiles, not blushing like she would have a few days ago. "Sure, Harry. Take her. She is silent and morose anyway. Maybe you can find out what her problem is."

Rose has already gotten up, standing beside me, not giving heed to Katie's words.

Nodding at her, I make my way out of the entrance.

As we walk together, I notice the dark circles under Rose's eyes and her pale face. "You alright?"

She starts to say something before pausing and shaking her head. "I'm fine."

"You sure? You look like you've seen a ghost," I mutter, stepping before her and walking backwards. "Tell me, Rose. What happened? I will help you."

"I said I'm fine, didn't I? Stop pestering me." A hint of annoyance leaks into her tone.

Frowning, I shrug. "Fine, whatever. See if I try to help you ever again."

She winces, opening her mouth to apologise, probably, before shutting up and lowering her gaze.

I drop the matter, not wanting to be bothered by it when I have something so exciting to look forward to. If she wants to be depressed and gloomy, who am I to stop her?

As we enter the abandoned classroom, Iris is already there, perched on one of the benches. She stands up and approaches us. "Shall we start?"

"First, give me the lists. Let me see whose list is better."

Both Rose and Iris hand them to me.

It's a security measure, so I can actually test the perk instead of offering a stupidly weak wish. As so happens, I can't even halt this process of wish granting. Once I offer someone a wish, I can't stop until it's either given or if the system has declined it.

That's why the list. I have asked them to write their wishes down.

I only need a single glance to see that Iris has done way better. Rose's wishes are easy, that the system will definitely grant. Invisibility, shapeshifting, and other such nonsense.

"I'll fulfil Iris' wish today," I declare, putting Rose's list aside.

The brat narrows her eyes but doesn't protest.

"Iris," I say, walking over to the teacher's desk and sitting down on the edge of it. "Start with the most ridiculous ones and become a little more reasonable with every next wish. Okay?"

"Okay." She nods, coming to stand before me.

Rose, too, joins us and sits down beside me, facing Iris.

"Alright then," I begin. "What do you wish for?"

Iris clears her throat and answers, "I wish for the power of 'All Fantasy', where reality and fantasy are not different, where I can turn one into another seamlessly. Where I control everything."

That is a ridiculous power, a power to make her an overlord of entirety of existence.

I grin while Rose scoffs. This is what I need for this experiment. Absurdly demanding wishes to see how high my perk can go.

I feel my perk thrumming before something clamps down on it, stopping it from granting it.

"It didn't work. Next."

"I want to be a goddess to reign over Earth."

Again, the perk starts to give in, but then the system clamps down on it, cancelling it.

"Next."

"I want instant regeneration, to make me practically immortal. I won't die unless I'm simply atomised in a nanosecond. I want such power."

I expect it won't work this time either.

But it does, shocking me.

An aura of golden light envelops her. And when it's gone, she stands there unchanged. At least physically.

"Did it work?" Rose asks with a bated breath.

Iris gives a slow nod. "It did. I can feel it. Now I'm practically like Wolverine. Maybe even better."

I knew reading comics with her when we were kids was not a waste of time.

I rise to my feet and approach her. "Want to test it?"

"How?"

"I'll cut off your hand from below the elbow. Of course, I'll use a spell to make you insensate first."

…

…

"Harry!" Rose exclaims angrily, standing before Iris in a protective manner. "Are you crazy? What if her regeneration doesn't work?"

I shrug. "It will."

"Then there's no need to test it then." She crosses her arms, alternating her glare between me and a thoughtful Iris.

Well, she is right. My system has never lied. So I don't need to hurt Iris to test her power. "Alright. Also, remember to be more ambitious and demanding in your wishes next time. I'll be able to give you a wish on 11th November now, after a month."

"I will. Now let's head back."

As we make our way back to the common room, I cannot keep the smirk off my face.

[God of Big Things] is definitely an upgrade. It now has made Iris practically unkillable… unless someone nukes her, I suppose. But that has a very low probability of happening.

Iris is really the safest she can be at the moment.

Wait a minute, I can make use of this.

I've been trying to plan something special for our first time, something that will suit her and become one of her fondest memories. Now that I don't have to worry about her dying, maybe I can take her to another world.

What can be more exciting for a fantasy nerd than to actually experience it?

It can be both a date into another world and a two-person quest if it does pop up.

The more I think, the more I'm getting sure that dragging Iris with me to another world is a feasible option.

But that has to wait until my experiment with my clones is done. I want to see what happens when [Parallel Twin] skill becomes active again.

Will my hundred clones disappear or will they remain? That's an important answer I need before I can whisk Iris away for world hopping.