Chương 9: God of Big Things
Chapter 9. God of Big Things
Time dilation is a bizarre experience. Even though it has been a week for me, not a second has passed here. The entire fiasco with Millicent happened today rather than seven days ago, when I got [Subtle Knife] and the [Clone] skill. Same with my progression with Iris. It took place just hours ago in the evening, when I got to play with her tits for the first time, which was then followed by her shy handjob.
The days in the other world would feel like a long, drawn-out dream if not for the rolls I got from the gacha. Those are the only tangible things proving my time spent with Sally and Percy.
I must adapt to this disconcerting sensation—this feeling of waking up from a surreal dream. Because this won't be the last time I'll experience it.
As I lean back in the chair, I summon my clones. Two of them at once. That's something I can do now, after I used one of the 'Enhancer Gems'.
The outcome was the evolution of my [Clone] into the [Parallel Twin] skill.
[Parallel Twin]
— Allows the user to create clones. Only two can exist at the same time. It will have all the user's abilities and strengths and will be subservient to the original. It will need no sustenance or rest. Its memories and experiences will transfer to the user once it vanishes. It has a psychic connection with the user and can take orders from anywhere. And as long as a clone exists, the user cannot die. Upon death of the original body, the user's soul and mind will replace the clone's.
Among all the skills and perks that the gem could upgrade, this was the one that shocked me the most.
As long as a clone exists, the user cannot die.
It should come as no surprise that I upgraded it the moment I saw that.
This skill now gives me a means to escape death. And while it doesn't make me truly immortal, it functionally does; if I use it carefully, that is.
Heather and Hardwin materialised before me, somehow clothed this time. Apparently, the upgrade also means that they don't come out naked anymore.
"We're finally home." Heather sighs, plopping down in one of the chairs, dressed in pink pyjamas. "I wish you had created me in that world. We could've had a threesome with Sally. A missed opportunity."
Hardwin and I roll our eyes together. "You saw Hermes just minutes ago, didn't you? I was right in not using my abilities. I was right in assuming that I was being watched."
"Not that it helped," she replies, idly unbuttoning the first two buttons of the top, displaying smooth, creamy skin. "The Olympians were watching you right from the start. They know you can make clones. That you can use 'Unrelenting Force'."
"Yes." I keep my tone even, my gaze falling on her pale cleavage and bouncing back to her face. "But at least they don't know I can make a female version of myself. That I can make you."
She shrugs, a smirk pulling on her lips, her delicate fingers undoing the third button, revealing an obscene amount of alluring, braless flesh. "Whatever makes you sleep better, master. If you think you're right, I'll make myself believe it."
Oh, I know what will help me sleep better. You on my lap, riding me to exhaustion.
"Stop egging him." Hardwin crosses his hands behind his head, giving her a side-eye. "We are here for a particular reason. You can fuck him later."
She grins, eyeing him up, her tongue darting out to run along her bottom lip. "Don't feel excluded, dear 'Hardwin'. You know what two handsome Harrys and one sexy Heather should do together? Ménage à trois. Let's all just fuck until we get sick of it."
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I'm not even surprised that she wants to be sandwiched between us.
Knowing how narcissistic she is, she must be already leaking from having two perfect men—from having two Harrys in the same room. And I myself don't find the idea too disgusting, to be honest.
She is me. He is me. Me is me. It doesn't trigger my territorial instincts. It's basically masturbation with extra steps. Maybe if other people were involved, I might've had a different reaction. But the thought of pounding her silly with the help of other me is quite exciting. It must be the strangeness of it all, I think. A situation where I'm partnering with myself to fuck myself. Has that ever happened before in history?
Still, I cannot give in to her so easily.
"Maybe once you do something other than goading me into trouble." I shoot down her suggestion.
Instead of being dejected, her grin broadens, and she rests her legs over the desk. "I know what you want."
"Me too." Hardwin nods, placing his elbows on the desk as he leans forward. "You want us to train nonstop to increase your physical and magical capabilities, don't you? And since we won't get tired or need food and water, we can do that."
Obviously, they know my thought process; they are me, after all. And we haven't even begun using our psychic links yet. I wonder how in tune we will be after a while. "Hardwin, I want you to start exercising and improving your body. And Heather will focus on the magical side, learning all the spells in the Hogwarts Library and building me a massive spell repertoire."
"A brilliant idea," Heather says, drumming her fingers on the armrest. "But I need a wand."
"Right. I'll see what I can do. Until then, just focus on the theories. I'll get you books tomorrow."
She slides off the chair and saunters around the desk to flop on my lap.
First, the sublime softness. Second, the lovely weight. And finally, the addicting warmth. I can feel it. I can feel her malleable arse squashing on my crotch. I can even feel the wetness seeping through her pyjama bottoms and knickers.
She is mad horny.
"Once I do this, you'll give me a threesome with my two handsome Harrys. Won't you?" Her long fingers cup my jaw, and her breath washes over my mouth, followed by her full, wine-red lips.
I grab a handful of her shapely behind and give it a squeeze. "Once I reach level 50, you can fuck me. Once I reach level 100, you can fuck both me and Hardwin together. Deal?"
"I didn't know I had to finish a quest to ride you." She frowns, her fingers tangling in my dark hair as she pulls my face onto her large, squishy breasts.
Since the first three buttons are undone, my nose digs into her cleavage, and my cock throbs under her butt. Faint vanilla-ish aroma enchants me, and I hold her tighter, my fingers sinking into her pyjama-clad cheeks.
Her throaty moan threatens to draw something bestial from inside me, cajoling me to give in and take her right now, to throw her on the desk face down, and to ram my cock up her tight cunt.
But I clamp down on my raging lust, and with effort, I tip my face up, away from her ensnaring breasts. "Now you do. Make me powerful first, and I'll fuck you as much as you want."
"Fine. I'll play your games," she whispers on my lips, giving me a lick before climbing off my lap and strutting back to her chair. "This edging will definitely heighten the pleasure. I'm gushing just from the thought of that day."
I have to stifle the urge to keep staring at her half-exposed chest. "Then you two know your roles."
With that said, I vanish them and return to the common room.
From tomorrow onwards, my plan to gain more power will be put into action. But for now, it's better I get back before the curfew starts.
~xXxXx~
I'm in Potions class.
It's the last class of the day. And although I'm highly amused by watching my mum be strict and firm while teaching, I do want it to end quickly so I can be free and go about my schedule.
My plan is to find a truly secluded classroom in the castle where I can leave Hardwin to train without any interruptions. After that, I'll find a similar one for Heather, where she will read and practice spells. I do feel a little awkward about locking them in rooms and ordering them to slave away for my sake. But the skill description did say that they don't need sustenance or recuperation anymore. So I'm sure it will be all fine. Maybe it's a tad unethical, but such is life.
Once I'm done with that, I'll visit my office to fulfil wishes like usual. And today's clients are very interesting. The likes for whom I've created this whole 'Genie for Hire' scheme in the first place.
Lavender and Parvati. Finally, it's their turn.
Making their desires a reality should give me a reputation boost along with an opportunity to seduce them. And with how notorious Lavender is for being easy, I can have her in bed in a couple of days. Parvati shouldn't be much of a challenge either, I suppose. But the main target is the playful blonde.
I need to gain those effortless 5 points for fucking her, after all.
"Mr. Evans! Are you listening?" Mum stops before me with her arms crossed under her breasts, inadvertently accentuating their drool-worthy size and shape.
She is wearing flowy, modest maroon robes that try their best to downplay her sex appeal. But that doesn't work every time. Whenever she makes certain gestures, the robe momentarily melds to her divine, curvaceous form and gives a tantalising glimpse at what hides underneath.
And the square-rimmed spectacles perched on her nose only seem to exotify her in my eyes. While the magical glasses do work on others by intimidating them and presenting her as a no-nonsense woman, they cannot pierce through my system-bestowed [Shield] perk that protects my mind and soul.
I smile at her, unfazed. "I am, professor."
"Is that so?" She mildly glares at me, apparently upset that I was ignoring her lecture. "Then would you mind telling me what the colour of the Wound-Cleaning Potion is? You would know if you were listening."
Sorry, mum. I actually know the answer. "It's purple, right?"
"Correct." She smiles, the corners of her eyes crinkling in triumph. "But we haven't actually reached that part yet. And while I commend you for reading ahead, this instance does reveal that you were not listening since you aren't even aware that we are just discussing its ingredients at the moment."
Well played, mum. Well played.
"Apologies, professor. I'll be more attentive."
She sighs and walks away, patting my head on the way. "I'll let this go, but please rein in your mind, Harry. This is an important potion for the end-of-year exams and real life."
I watch her go, wishing she was wearing form-fitting jeans like she used to. I hope this won't stick and cause her to start wearing robes at home too. That will be tragic.
Hermione elbows me in the side and hisses under her breath. "Stop daydreaming. I almost had a heart attack when she stopped by our bench."
Ah right. Unlike me, others are awed and cowed by my mum's presence. Including her.
"Sorry."
The rest of the class passes at a torturous crawl, at least for me. I would've loved her lesson more if I didn't have exciting events awaiting me.
When the bell rings, I'm the first one to get up.
But just before I can leave, mum's voice cuts through the post-class murmur. "Stay, Mr. Evans. We have something to discuss."
Bugger. Is she still mad that I wasn't paying attention during the class? I hope she won't waste too much of my time. I have way more important things to do than listen to her reprimands.
Hermione glances at me, and I signal her to go and not wait outside.
She nods and walks away, following the other students, leaving me all alone with mum.
Professor Evans is seated at her desk in the front of the class, regarding me with an expectant look.
I make my way through the aisle separating the two columns of benches, and stand before her. "I'm sorry, professor. I won't let my mind wander again while you're teaching."
She blinks, and her lips curve up in a fond smile. Shaking her head, she takes off the glasses and puts them down on a stack of books. "No one is here; you can call me mum. And this isn't about you not paying attention. It's something more serious. Sit."
With a twirl of her wand, she conjures a chair for me. And with another flourish, she shuts the classroom door and raises privacy charms.
Curious and apprehensive, I take the seat right in front of her. "What is it?"
She undoes her bun with a tired sigh and allows her long, crimson hair to tumble past her back. "There was a staff meeting last night. And you were the main subject of it."
Uh oh. I can already guess where this is going. "Is this about how I changed Millicent's appearance?"
"Yes, among many other things. But it's not just that." She runs her fingers through her hair, fixing the tangles. "The staff is neither happy nor trusting of your newfound powers. And they are worried about your and other students' safety. That's why Dumbledore has decided to ban your 'Genie for Hire' initiative."
I'm not really surprised. I had expected it to happen before I even began. And I was counting on it. Now the demand for my services will skyrocket. Students from various houses will pay anything to fulfil their wishes. And while hiding my operation and keeping it under wraps will be difficult, it won't be impossible.
"I see. I'll follow the orders, of course." I concede with a resigned nod, feigning disappointment.
Mum's response is a deadpan look. "You're not as clever as you think you are. I can practically hear your inner thoughts."
I shrug, biting back a smile. "I don't know what you're talking about."
"Listen, Harry. Not for the staff, but please do it for me." She stands up and leans across the desk, reaching for my hand and unintentionally giving me a generous peek down her robes. "Stop this. You'll bring only pain and misery for yourself and us."
Her pleading tone casts a shadow over my fun.
I cease my subtle ogling of her bra-enwrapped breasts and hold her anguished gaze. "Why do you think that?"
"Not only the entire school, but people from outside are also learning about your powers," she says, sitting down, my hand still in hers. "And you're not old enough to understand how low people will fall to get what they want."
Again, this does not surprise me. I had expected it—no, I craved it. The more people know, the bigger my reputation, and larger the pool of women from which I can seduce. This fame is not unwanted; rather, it's what I've desired all along. But I can also understand what mum is saying. She fears for my safety, and rightfully so. Contrary to what she thinks, I know how far people will go to achieve their desires.
After all, only two days have passed since Snape tried to use the Imperius Curse on me.
But I welcome these dangers with open arms if my name is being recognised by people. Nothing worthwhile will come without risks.
"Everything will be fine, mum," I reassure her, squeezing her hand. "You're being paranoid."
"I am not. Believe me, Harry, this path will only lead to ruin," she begs, her tone imploring. "If not for your own good, think about me and your sisters. Do you want us to be kidnapped and held hostage? Do you want us to be abused and harmed? Because there will be people who would do this to exploit your power."
My eyes widen, and I can't help but recoil at the horrifying implications, my mind racing with nightmarish possibilities.
How did I not think of that? I should have. It seems so glaringly obvious in hindsight. It's not just me who will suffer the risk, but my family too. And while I can survive and thrive with the help of my system, they cannot.
She looks at my contrite face and squeezes my hand. "Don't let it get you down, love. You may act mature, but you're still young."
"Even if I stop right away, people already know of my ability." I frown, slumping in my chair, letting go of her hand.
How the fuck can I be so oblivious to this particular point? Forget about the people from outside; there are students in the castle itself who may just do that to force me to grant their wishes. And while it will probably not happen since I've declared that I'll fulfil everyone's wish, the chances are still not zero. It will only take one cruel, impatient scoundrel to hurt my family.
"I know. But I have a plan." Mum's words pull me out of my head. "I can use your very power to conceal it."
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"What do you wish for?"
"I want everyone to forget about your ability," she answers desperately—hopefully.
My [God of Small Things] perk remains inert, unwilling to yield such a gift.
"It didn't work."
She heaves a sigh, looking deeply worried. "We will find another way, I'm sure."
I already have another way, which should work.
[God of Small Things]
— A perk that allows the user to practically become a genie. With this, the user can grant wishes. Only small things, of course—no immortality or world dominance, or anything like that. You become a god of small things, not big things. Maybe try turning water into wine, chump. Note: The user can only grant 5 wishes per day, and they cannot fulfil their own wish. Also, one person can only get one wish in a day. No retries.
After selecting the desired perk, I use my last 'Enhancer Gem'.
[Enhancer Gem]
— It can be used to upgrade certain skills or perks. One use only.
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'God of Small Things' evolved into 'God of Big Things'.
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[God of Big Things]
— A perk that allows the user to practically become a genie. With this, the user can grant any wish. Each wish will be moderated by the system, giving it the power to decline. Note: The user can only grant 1 wish in a month, and they cannot fulfil their own wish. Also, one person can only get one wish in their lifetime. No retries.
This is the reason why I hadn't used the gem on it already. While it massively increases the perk's effectiveness, it also imposes too many restrictions. This would lead me to be unable to continue my 'Genie for Hire' scheme. Nor would it allow me to give two thousand galleons to my sisters every day. On top of that, 'each wish will be moderated by the system, giving it the power to decline' part is very wishy-washy. Even after giving up all the benefits, I'm only getting vague promises.
Still, it should work for this particular problem. If it doesn't, then I gave away my treasure for trash.
I want to experiment first and check the limits of this upgraded perk, of course, but that can wait for another month. Safeguarding my family's lives comes first.
Wait, can this make them immortal?
"Mum, my ability just got stronger somehow," I say suggestively, hoping she will understand. "You can ask for any wish, however impossible it may seem to you."
The relieved smile that crosses her face is blinding. "All I want is for everyone to forget about your ability."
My [God of Big Things] perk thrums in acknowledgment.
I sigh in relief; this is actually going to work.
Still, I decide to decline her wish and suggest more strongly. I can hopefully make her ask for a more powerful wish that, while making everyone forget about me, also benefits her. Because this is the only time she will ever get to use it.
But the perk ignores my attempt to stop it and grants her wish anyway.
A flash of golden light envelops the entire room before blinking out.
Great, just great. Now I cannot even decline people's wishes once I've asked. I'm almost on the verge of accepting that yes, I did trade away my treasure for this trash.
"That's it. I hope you'll not ignore your dear mum's lectures from now on. You can go now."
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I blink at her amused look and get off the chair, rising to my feet. "Yeah, I'll try not to zone out again."
She nods with a smile and releases me.
Right, she forgot about my ability too since she is included in 'everyone'. Quite a terrifying power, if I say so myself. But I'm at last grateful that this mess has cleared up. Now I don't have to panic about my family's safety.
Perhaps I traded away my treasure for a bigger treasure, after all.
As I start to leave, I use a [Minor Love Pass] on her.
Lily Evans
Level: 31
Beauty Tier: S
Seduction: 21%
Points Available: 10
Good, it works too. I wonder if it will finally allow me to progress with her.
Shaking my head, I leave. I want to see how my perk changed everyone's memories.
If they all forgot about my power, then how will they explain everything that I've given to them?
~xXxXx~
"Harry."
A whisper draws my attention.
Coming to a halt in the corridor that connects the castle to the Gryffindor Tower, I follow the direction of the familiar voice.
It's coming from the bronze statue.
As I go near, an arm suddenly shoots out and pulls me into the alcove tucked behind it.
It's the familiarity of the voice that keeps me from tensing up.
"Tori, long time no see." I smile down at her. Actually, it's the first time we're talking after our incident.
She is still wearing her uniform, white full-sleeved shirt and black knee-length skirt with dark green robes over them. Her light-blonde hair is tied up in a ponytail, and her crystal-blue eyes sparkle with joy. "I hope I didn't scare you."
"You're a little short and too cute for that." I chuckle, patting her head, amused by her rapidly reddening face.
I remember once saying that melancholy suited her the best, that now that she was free from her curse, she became just another ordinary girl, losing her angelic demeanour. Perhaps I was a little too hasty in my declaration. Because the adorable, blushing girl before me isn't any less breathtaking than her ever-sorrowful past self.
She offers me a slick, grey envelope. "Once my parents finally signed the contracts and returned them, I revealed to them that it was you who healed me. That's why they want to meet you this weekend. On Sunday. They want to thank you properly."
"I see."
Now is the perfect time to test what my updated perk did to her memories. "Tell me, Tori, what prompted you to seek me? What made you think I could cure you?"
Her brows furrow as she contemplates my question. Originally, it was the rumours of me being a genie that attracted her to me. So I wonder what she will say now that she isn't supposed to remember me being a genie.
"I did not come to you." She smiles, looking away shyly, unable to hold my gaze. "It was you who approached me and hugged me out of nowhere, telling me that everything would be alright. That you can cure me. I don't think I can ever forget breaking down before you. It was both embarrassing and liberating."
I am speechless at her words.
Not only did [God of Big Things] make everyone forget about my ability, it also implanted artificial memories in their heads.
This is literal reality-bending. The world just changed to accommodate my mum's wish.
Without a doubt, the updated perk is superior to the previous one, even with all its limitations. I'll have to check just how powerful it is.
Damn it, convincing my sisters to believe that I can fulfil impossible wishes will be a pain in the arse. But those are the only two who I trust the most. I'll need their help to see how much I can stretch this perk.
Will it give immortality? Can it give someone power to kill gods? Can it give normal people gamer systems?
So many possibilities.
It will be a pleasure to explore them. Though with how I can't use it again for a month, I'll have to be incredibly patient and careful.
"Don't zone out on me." Astoria pouts, standing on her toes and waving her hand before my face.
"Sorry. As for the invitation, I accept it. I hope you'll accompany me."
She nods eagerly. "Sure. Me and Daphne will also come."
"I'm glad." I caress her head, my lips twitching as she leans into my touch like a stray cat. It seems Astoria is a less moody version of Iris. "And you don't have to be sneaky if you want to talk to me, you know. Just approach me whenever you want."
"But weren't you trying to hide the fact that you healed me? If I suddenly start being in your company, won't people think you're the one who cured me?"
"Why would they? I'm just an ordinary boy, my only speciality being academically gifted." It hurts so much to say that, to lose all the fame that I gathered. "You can talk to me whenever you want."
Her face scrunches up in confusion. "I wonder why we thought we needed to hide our relationship."
"Relationship, huh?" I drape my arms around her, tugging her closer.
"I m-mean our friendship," she stutters, wounding her arms around me and reciprocating the gesture, burrowing her face in my chest.
"Hmm, I wonder if it's normal for a friend to kiss and flee." I rub my palm along her spine, wishing there weren't so many layers between us.
She shudders but remains silent.
"How about we get even?"
"W-What?"
I step back, gently cupping her face, before leaning in to kiss her. She meets my lips eagerly, wrapping her arms around my neck and deepening the kiss.
I stroke her back and keep snogging her, moving my lips against her, mashing and rubbing.
As she tries to pry open my mouth, I pull away and pat her head with a smirk. "See you later, Tori."
"Harry! W-Wait. Oh come on!"
Astoria Greengrass
Level: 16
Beauty Tier: B
Seduction: 95%
Points Available: 1
I ignore her cute whining and jog away. I wouldn't really mind spending some more time kissing her. But I still need to find what artificial memories everyone has been implanted with.
~xXxXx~
In the common room, I sink down beside Hermione, the padding of the sofa denting under my weight.
She doesn't even look up from the special edition of Hogwarts: A History, which she is rereading for the umpteenth time.
"Hermione," I nudge her leg. "Where did you get that book?"
Her eyes finally lift from the text and meet mine, filled with confusion. "You gave it to me as a gift," she says.
"'Right. I was just confirming." I give her knee a squeeze, making her eyebrows climb up her forehead.
She scoots closer, her warm breath tickling my earlobe and sending shivers down my spine. "Is this some secret code for you wanting that?" she murmurs. "You can simply ask, you know. You don't have to remind me that you gave me a present."
"Okay, I'll keep that in mind." I smile, concealing my disbelief.
The perk really did rewrite everyone's memories.
Her hand falls on my lap, inching towards my groin, shattering my reverie. "So? Want to do it?"
The coy look on her face is stupidly arousing, not to mention the way her left leg is flushed against mine.
My attention drifts from her lips to her chest before settling on her most striking feature: her long, graceful legs.
"Sure." I take her hand and lead her out.
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After some time, I return and find my little sister seated in the corner in her lonesome, perched upon a low-backed armchair with her nose buried in her textbook.
"Iris." I tower before her.
She glances up, her expression softening into one of her rare, gentle smiles. "Harry."
"I wanted to ask you something."
Her face colours up a little. "It's still too bright outside. Wait for an hour. Then we can sneak away to our spot."
I roll my eyes, first Hermione, and now her. "Not that. I just wanted to ask you how you got the special editions of the Middle-Earth series?"
"You gave them to me yourself, moron," she says bemusedly. "Are you okay? Is your memory getting faulty?"
"Well, let's assume I gave them to you." I ignore her unimpressed stare. "Then where did I get the money to buy such an expensive gift?"
She beckons me to move closer.
I lean down so she can whisper in my ear.
"The same way you've been giving me and that dumb cow 1000 galleons every day. You found a chest full of gold hidden in the castle and traded it away for galleons."
A chest full of gold? Really, game? That's kind of lazy.
"And why would I give those to you instead of keeping them for myself?"
"Because it was cursed with donor hex, the finder cannot benefit from it. Are you sure you didn't smash your head accidentally and lose your memories?"
"I'm sure. Thanks for answering my strange questions. Also, I won't be able to continue giving those galleons. I'm broke once again."
She shrugs. "It's fine. We have already accumulated enough money to last us decades."
I pat her head much to her delight and walk away, towards my other sister.
Rose is with Katie, giggling on the satin-red couch that sits right in the centre of the common room, brimming with Quidditch players.
I poke her from behind, getting her attention. "Can you spare a minute?"
"Anything for my litt—I mean, sure, Harry." She beams and follows me up to my dormitory.
It's thankfully empty.
"What is it? Are you going to confess your undying love for your beautiful sister?" She plops down on my bed, her perfectly round breasts jiggling from the impact. Even the magical bra underneath her baggy t-shirt can only do so much to keep her large, pillowy breasts from bouncing ridiculously.
Her eyes sparkle as she catches me looking at them.
"It's a little too late for that since you already know about my undying love for you," I remark, catching her off guard, making her smile bashfully. "Wait, you're not Iris."
The smile disappears. "Har har. So funny."
"Your jealous look is." I smirk, settling down beside her. "Anyways, I have a few questions that need answers."
"I'm not in the mood after you broke my heart," she groans, lying down on her back, her legs dangling from the side of the bed.
"How did you get the magical bra?" I ask, ignoring her melodrama.
She quirks her lips. "Want it back so you can use it for nefarious purposes, nerd?"
"Yes." I roll my eyes. "I need it as a masturbation aid. Now, how did you get it?"
"Didn't you find it in the chest of gold and decided to give it to me because I have a bigger and better pair of boobs than anyone?" She curls onto her side, laying her head on my lap. "I also remember how disappointed and angry you were when I didn't let you grope me. It was so cute."
My face goes blank. Really, game? You changed so much and yet decided to leave that instance of my humiliation intact in her head?
"Rose, shut up."
That makes her crack up, and she presses her face against my stomach, muffling her giggles.
I cannot help but tousle her silky crimson hair as she laughs, amused by my own humiliation.
"Don't you think it was off? A magical bra in an ancient chest?"
She shifts a little, so the back of her head rests on my lap. "Our world is full of weirdness. I don't find this too odd."
"Okay, onto the next question. Who bought the Firebolt brooms for you and your teammates?"
Rose's eyes glimmer with concern. "You alright? Why are you asking such obvious questions?"
"Just humour me." I twirl a lock of crimson around my finger.
She still looks suspicious, but she answers nonetheless. "I bought mine with the money you gave me. As for the others, the company that produces the brooms decided to give away a few as a marketing strategy. So Ginny, Katie, and the others got free Firebolts."
I see. So not every memory alteration is in my favour. Though I'm hoping the goodwill I gained from them still remains.
"Last question." I tuck a stray curl behind her ear.
"Ugh. Right, go ahead then," she murmurs, closing her eyes and enjoying my ministrations.
"How did Millicent and a couple of other girls become so pretty?"
Her eyes snap open, and she peers at me as if I'm stupid. "How would I know? I'm neither a seer nor their friend. And the rumour mill is divided on it. Some say it's due to a newly created potion, while others think it's a miracle created by 'Mother Magic'. The girls themselves said that they just woke up like that yesterday."
Okay, so the system decided to be vague about their beautification. To create an air of mystery, perhaps.
But I'm already losing interest as the word 'potions' elicits a particular question in my head.
Now that Dumbledore wouldn't remember my wish-granting ability, would he actually start thinking that the death of Snape was caused by a potion accident? Because the main conflict in that memory was Snape forcing me to grant him his desire. Without it, I'd have no reason to be near him or 'accidentally' kill him.
This might be the best thing that came out of this whole mess.
I'm literally getting a fresh start. No one knows about my power. No one knows that I killed someone.
I'm free to begin again. And this time, I'll go with the discreet route.
This isn't the best method, personally. I want the masses to know my name, to revere me. But the safety of my family takes precedence over my desire to stand out. And I can always change my methods once I become powerful enough to keep my mum and sisters safe.
"Oi." Rose pokes first at my chin and then at my nose. "You still there?"
"I am." I dodge her intrusive hand. "And you can piss off now."
She resists my attempt to dislodge her head off my lap. "Is this how you treat a lady? Using her and then throwing her away like trash?"
"My legs are getting numb," I retort, the tingling sensation urging me to shift uncomfortably.
That does it. She reluctantly sits up and stretches her arms over her head, her movements fluid and graceful, her contours slightly accentuated by the stretch of her t-shirt. I can't help but admire the way the fabric moulds to her curves.
Honestly, both my mum and sister are the same, trying their best to hide their blessed figures. And while I can understand mum's reasoning, I don't know why Rose always prefers baggy clothes rather than form-fitting ones.
"Well, that was a good bonding time, even if it was spent answering obvious questions," she remarks with a playful smirk, slipping off the bed and jumping to her feet.
As she reaches for the door, a flicker of hesitation crosses her features before she turns her head and asks for a favour. "You remember you promised to help me with my training for the upcoming Triwizard tournament?"
"Sure. When and where?" I roll my eyes at her relieved look, as if I would say no when she is working so hard for it.
"It's an empty classroom on the ground floor. There are no benches, so we will have enough space. Meet me there an hour before dinner."
I know which room she is talking about. It's my damn office, where I used to fulfil people's desires. But it's gone, just like every plan I had built around my 'Genie for Hire' scheme.
"Sure." I force a smile, masking my mixed feelings.
If everything had gone right, I'd be down there right now, listening to Lavender and Parvati's request and scheming to get into their knickers.
But … Oh well, I'll have to find another way.
Anyways, I still have to seek out abandoned classrooms to lock my clones into. Now that I'm nobody again, I have to focus on my personal strength, both physical and magical.
~xXxXx~
In the evening, after fooling around with Iris—which has become increasingly fun now that I'm allowed to slip my hands under her top—I make my way down to the room which was once mine, practically if not legally.
Upon opening the door, I'm surprised to find more than one person.
"Hiya, Harry." Katie waves at me.
As usual, her short, light-brown hair cascades down her neck and hangs at her shoulders, framing her attractive face. And she is dressed in a dark crop top and denim shorts, exposing her long, agile limbs.
Katie Bell
Level: 21
Beauty Tier: B
Seduction: 45%
Points Available: 3
"Katie." I return her smile. "Didn't expect to see you here."
"I can say the same. Me and Leanne have been training with Rose from the start," she replies, pointedly staring at my sheepish sister. "But we weren't informed that you'd be joining us."
Rose chuckles, getting off the desk—my desk—and strolling towards me, slinging her arm around my neck. "Sorry, girls. I forgot. I hope you don't mind my little brother's company. He promised to help me, and I wanted to see if he'd keep his word."
"I'd say he did; keep his word, that is," Leanne notes wryly, pulling her ebony hair in a quick bun.
"True, true." Rose nods, grabbing my arm and marching me to her friends.
While I'm familiar with Katie, I can't say the same about Leanne. Since she is both in another year and another house, I never got many chances to interact with her.
She stands as tall as Rose and is nearly as curvaceous. From what little I've seen, she seems to have a playful personality. And garbed in a fitting blouse and trousers, she certainly is captivating.
Leanne Michel
Level: 21
Beauty Tier: B
Seduction: 10%
Points Available: 3
"So, who's going first?" She directs the question at my sister once we gather in the middle of the classroom.
"Easy there. Let's tell Harry how we train first," Katie says with a hint of exasperation. "We don't want to exclude him, do we?"
They spend the next few minutes explaining how they go about their duelling. It's simple, really. They tackle different aspects on different days. Today, they'll be working on speed and reflexes, so they'll only allow the Disarming Charm and no shielding. Apparently, it will help with casting and dodging speeds.
"Katie and I'll go first," Rose declares, her tone serious and her eyes glinting with competitiveness.
"Sure." The brunette shrugs and takes her position at the other end of the classroom.
Leanne and I move away to stand against the wall, the one containing large windows at regular intervals.
The bout starts slow and careful, but it soon turns fast—inhumanly fast.
I watch with wide eyes, thoroughly amazed by their speed and acrobatics. Katie is expected with her athletic build, but I never thought Rose was capable of jumping and spinning in such ways. And their casting is quick and silent, reminding me that even with only a one-year difference, they're far ahead of me.
The spectacle is so inspiring and mesmerising that I almost ignore the way Rose's breasts jiggle with sudden movements. Almost.
As the seconds blend into minutes, it becomes obvious that Rose outmatches her opponent. While Katie certainly beats her in physicality, my sister's casting speed is off the charts. At one point, she unleashes spells so rapidly that her hand becomes a blur.
Leanne smirks beside me. "Oh, look, Rosie is trying to impress her little brother."
"Is she?" I cannot help but ask, amused and flattered.
"Absolutely. Rose is better than both of us, but today she's somehow exceptional. I guess she's determined not to lose with her baby brother watching."
"Say that again, and I'll punch you."
She giggles, looping her arm around my shoulders, her soft chest brushing against my right hand. "You can try, Harry. You can try."
I bite back my annoyance and keep watching the duel, letting her stand intimately close to me. Why not? It's a perfect occasion to use my [Touch] on her.
Suddenly, Katie leaps high into the air to evade a barrage of spells, but she isn't successful. One manages to hit her on the ankle, and her wand is wrenched free from her grasp, yanked in Rose's direction, who catches it with a triumphant smile.
When she whips her head to look at me, I smile back and nod at her, not bothering to hide how impressed I am. That seems to bolster her pride and confidence.
"Ready to get your arse handed to you?" Leanne casually grabs the back of my neck and tries to steer me by it.
I elbow her hard in the side, making her heave, and pull away, irritated by the rude treatment. "Be careful that it's not your arse that I get my hands on. Or I won't let it go without some spankings."
She clutches her stomach and drops to her knees.
"It's so satisfying to see someone else suffer from Harry's elbow." Rose sighs in exaggerated bliss. "That's what you get for trying to dominate my bab—my brother."
Good. My glare still works.
"Sorry, Harry," Katie says apologetically. "Leanne is into weird stuff and tries to strongarm boys."
"It's fine." I huff, glowering at the groaning girl. "I don't like to be 'strongarmed'. Now, Leanne, are you going to stand up or not? Or are you just hot air?"
The said girl grumbles, shooting me a murderous look. "Fine, let's do it."
She winces and jogs away to stand opposite me. "How about a bet, Harry?"
"Oh?"
"How about I get to put a collar on your neck if I win?"
My eyes narrow into thin slits. She really knows how to get on my bad side. "And what do I get if I win?"
"Why? A chance to get your hands on my arse, like you wanted to." She grins sharply. "You may even spank me if you want."
Before either Rose or Katie can protest, I nod resolutely. "Sure."
I'm going to spank the bitchiness out of her.
"Alright, be prepared to be on your hands and knees and crawl when I tug the collar?"
I smile, revealing my teeth. "No, you will be on your hands and knees. Be prepared to get your arse all red and raw."
"Boo! Stop flirting and fight already," Rose yells.
And thus starts the match.
I try my best, knowing I don't have the benefit of silent casting. I swish my wand in the necessary pattern as quickly as I can and shoot the red beam of light with an angry yell. "Expelliarmus!"
Instead of dodging, Leanne spreads her arms wide and grins lewdly.
The spell strikes her chest, and her wand is sent flying.
"Oh no, I lost." She pretends to be crushed and 'reluctantly' lowers herself on her hands and knees, her voluptuous butt facing in my direction. "Come, Harry. Spank me red and raw. Show me my place."
…
…
What the fuck?
"I knew it! The moment you became rude, I fucking knew it. You whore! You filthy little whore, trying to manipulate my brother! Piss off! Or I will kick your face black and blue." Rose screams her throat raw, stomping towards the girl with murder on her mind.
Katie merely snickers. "I said she was into weird stuff, didn't I, Harry?"
"Rose." My voice is calm and composed. "This is a bet. A word uttered by a man and a woman. I need to see it through. Yes, she manipulated me. But I won't run away from my duty as a winner."
She gives me a bland look. "You just want to touch her butt, nerd. And I won't let it happen. I won't let my brother be led by his cock. And Katie is here; do you really want to act like that in front of your potential girlfriend?"
"I'm fine. Let him spank her. It will be funny." Katie cracks up, huddled against the wall, shaking and trembling.
Rose throws up her arms in defeat, and I approach my prize.
I kneel behind Leanne. "You're so far gone." I caress her plump rear. The fabric of her trousers is thick.
"Tell me something I don't know." She smirks, wiggling her arse in my face.
I wind my arms around her waist and unbutton her trousers, surprising her.
"Your daring is unprecedented. Undressing me without my express permission and in the presence of your sister." She snorts, not seeming to mind as I pull down her trousers along with the silky, black underwear.
I place my hands on either cheek and squeeze them, pulling them away and spreading her nether lips.
It's so voluminous and squishy, and the skin is temptingly warm.
She lets out a husky moan. "I don't think that is spanking. Before your sister decides to interrupt us, get on with it."
"Five should do it." I raise my hand and bring it down on her fleshy bottom with a splat, making her gasp, making her buttcheeks jiggle.
Splat! "Ahhhhh…"
Splat! "Mmmmmmm…"
Splat! "Fuckkkk … that stung."
Splat! "Arghhhhh…"
…
She is left panting, her body quivering, her pale arse red and raw, with my fingerprints imprinted on her flesh.
Leanne Michel
Level: 21
Beauty Tier: B
Seduction: 40%
Points Available: 2
Oh, look, I got a gacha point for spanking her.
I give them a parting, grateful squeeze, making her groan, before getting up and facing the other two.
Katie looks half-amused and half-aroused.
Katie Bell
Level: 21
Beauty Tier: B
Seduction: 60%
Points Available: 3
And my sister, my dear sister, is staring at us with her jaw on the floor.
Rose Evans
Level: 22
Beauty Tier: A
Seduction: 82%
Points Available: 5
"I did my duty as a man of my word. I shall be going." With that said, I leave the room. Or, more accurately, flee the room.
This was bizarrely a beneficial experience.
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