Chapter 14. Reward
"Are you going to involve the Aurors?" I ask.
We are in an abandoned classroom near the Great Hall. Just minutes ago, after dinner, Nathan—or as I like to call him, Stalker—was punished in front of everyone.
Dumbledore didn't hold back. He stripped Nathan of all his roles, gave him year-long detentions, and assigned a house elf to trail him until he graduates. I would've preferred instant expulsion, but this isn't too bad either. His reputation was shredded right before the whole school, and now he's stuck with the label of a creep. I won't be surprised if people stop interacting with him altogether, leaving him thoroughly alone, turning him into a pariah.
If that wasn't enough, Dumbledore also suggested that Rose file a criminal case. Since Nathan is seventeen and an adult in the eyes of law, he can be tried and jailed for his misdeeds.
Rose leans back against the grey wall, frowning. "I don't want to waste any more time or effort on this. And his social life is already ruined. I don't think I need to interfere to make it worse."
"True. Not to mention I gave him my own brand of justice." I don't bother hiding my self-satisfied smirk.
Her eyebrows twitch as she crosses her arms. "You going to tell me what you did?"
"You really want to know? It's not for the faint of heart."
She rubs her palm across her face. "I know I'll regret it. Tell me anyway."
"I cut off all his limbs one by one, then ruptured his eyeballs when he thought it couldn't get worse, and then neutered him when he really thought it couldn't get worse. Like balls and stick and all. Everything gone. Poof."
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…
"Harry." She looks green, her voice quivering.
"I healed him, of course. So no permanent harm done. Well, not physically anyway."
"Harry," she repeats, stepping closer and grabbing onto my shoulders, her fingers digging into my skin.
"Yes?"
"You're bloody terrifying."
"Thanks." I place my own arms on her sides, tugging her closer.
She doesn't protest, looking up at me with half concern and half amusement. "It wasn't a compliment. You need psychological help."
"I wouldn't have cared one bit if he harassed some other girl. But he chose the wrong target. Also, have you thought about us?" I slip my hands under her baggy t-shirt, caressing her lower back, the flat of my palms flush against her skin.
Warm, her skin is enticingly soft and warm. As I slide my palms up, I reach the band of her bra and my wrists bump into her sideboobs.
Her cheeks darken and her lips parts slightly. "I hope you remember that was a one time thing. Revert back to being my brother, nerd. I'm not your girlfriend. Don't get too touchy-feely."
"Oh? So you don't like this?" I enable my [Touch] skill and drag my fingers up her spine, over the silky fabric, pressing them between her shoulder blades.
She trembles in my arms, stumbling and pressing further into me, moaning, her breasts mashing on my chest. "Stop it! Ahhh… Mmmm… Harry!"
I chuckle, pulling back. "Give it some more thought, okay? No rush."
"You are my brother. I'm not repeating the same mistake twice." She gently shoves me away. "I never thought I'd have to be the mature one between us two."
"Give in to your desires, Rosie." I watch her leave, my eyes lingering on her loose denim jeans. "You'll regret it otherwise."
"I think I'll regret it more if I start bonking my own brother." She scoffs, opening the door, shooting me a soft glance. "Maybe in another life."
"Fine. How about one final kiss? We will forget everything that happened last night."
She halts in her steps, twirling a stray red curl around her finger, humouring my request. "Only one kiss?"
"A bit of touching and grabbing here and there too, I hope."
She deadpans and flips me off. "Greedy as always. I'm off before you actually demand me to strip and get down on all fours."
I smile as she walks away. While I want nothing more than to rip off her clothes and use [Lactate] on her huge, round breasts, I can afford to let her stew in her own head and come to me by herself. There's no need to pursue her anymore. She is already seduced. Now, all I have to do is wait. I wonder how long until her resistance crumbles.
~xXxXx~
The time has finally come. Today is October 22nd. Today, my [Parallel Twin] will come off cooldown. Today, I'll find out how the [Vial of Duralumin] interacts with the skill.
I'm sitting at one of the many round tables in the ballroom of Evans Mansion. Heather and Hardwin have taken the chairs on either side of me. And before us, standing in orderly lines and columns, are my 100 clones.
They have been training constantly since the last month. Some were tasked with physical training. Some were assigned to learn new spells. Some were ordered to get familiar with silent and wandless casting. Some were instructed to duel one another and rapidly improve my combat ability. And some were commanded to master Apparition. If I'm going to jump into unknown worlds, I need the power of instant teleportation for safety.
"Get ready to work your dick, master. Once you level up, I need it drilling into me non-stop. I need my foursome with you, Hardwin, and another Heather." Heather puts her hand on my crotch, giving it a squeeze.
It stiffens immediately, growing and forming a tent.
I remember my promise. Once I reach level 50, Heather will be allowed to sleep with me, then with both me and Hardwin together when I reach level 100, and finally with another Heather when I reach level 150.
According to my rough calculations, I should gain a total of 51 levels per week, so a total of 204 levels once all my clones disappear and transfer the fruits of their labour to me. So, Heather is guaranteed a good dicking this evening. Her narcissism is going to be satisfied. Obviously, I have prepared myself to be modest in my expectations. Who knows, maybe levelling up becomes more difficult as you progress. There's a good chance I won't actually gain 200 levels like predicted, but I'm fairly certain I'll still gain at least 150.
Anyway, the main takeaway from this would be whether I'll be able to keep my clones or not. I have thought of three likely outcomes.
First, once [Parallel Twin] reactivates, the best that can happen is… nothing. Yes, if nothing happens, then that means I'm allowed to keep my 100 clones. It also means that I can keep creating 100 new clones with Duralumin every month. I'll have an ever-growing army in this scenario.
Second, a more reasonable outcome would be that all my 100 clones will vanish to impose the skill's 'there can only be two clones at once' rule. Here, I will lose the potential of an ever-expanding army but will still have the ability to recreate them with the vial. Therefore, I will never be able to have more than 102 clones at the same time. It won't be the best, but it won't be the worst either.
Third and last, the system will introduce a new rule to fuck me up, to stop me from creating 100 clones at once. This will be very annoying. And while I'm 90% sure it won't happen, it's always better to be prepared for disappointment than be caught off-guard by it.
I shudder when Heather slips her hand inside my trousers and wraps her fingers around my semi-hard cock, successfully breaking me out of my thoughts.
"Heather."
"Yes?" She smiles coyly, circling her thumb around my glans, stroking me.
I let out a low moan and close my legs, flinching from over-stimulation. "I can always break my promise, you know. Behave."
She quickly yanks back her hand, sitting regally and staring at the army of unimpressed Harrys, as if she wasn't just playing with my dong.
Standing up, I glance at my wristwatch.
It's almost time.
"I know it's weird to thank myself." I look at them with my arms locked behind me. "Still, you all have my thanks for working every single second this past month without a word of protest. This should produce a significant jump in our power. We are merely level 22 now, but in a few seconds, we will easily reach 200s. The highest level I have seen in our homeworld. Easily surpassing the likes of Dumbledore, who himself is only level 95."
They all nod in sync, just as eager as me. But before I can continue my speech, they all abruptly vanish.
I almost black out as the collective memories and experiences of 100 clones cleave through my mind like a tidal wave. Each memory, each sensation, and each emotion crashes into me with overwhelming force, threatening to drown my consciousness in a sea of shared lives. The sheer intensity of their combined existence is almost too much to bear, leaving me teetering on the edge of oblivion.
It's gone as quickly as it came.
The ballroom feels empty now that there aren't clones occupying the dance floor.
My [Parallel Twin] skill is usable again. It unmade the extra clones, forcing the 'there can only be two clones at once' rule.
"It's outcome two then," Hardwin comments from his chair behind me, crossing his leg over the other.
Heather, on the other hand, is on her feet, shaking me excitedly. "Check your levels! Check them!"
With a wave, I vanish them too, easily ignoring the rush of power and memories. Compared to the earlier instance, this is negligible.
Now I stand alone in the ballroom.
Bracing myself, I open the menu.
[Profile]
[Skills]
[Gacha Wheel]
[Help]
I mentally choose 'Profile'.
Harry Evans
Level: 144
Points: 0
Perks: 7
[Vault]
[Shield]
[Binder]
[Charmer]
[Anomaly]
[God of Big Things]
[Wings of Angel]
My eyes widen and a scowl mars my face, even as a part of me fills with pride at seeing my new strength. Instead of 204 levels, I only gained 122. It's even less than my lowest expectations. I guess levelling up does become increasingly slow past a certain point. Still, I wonder if the system has any answer for this. I should have at least gotten 150 levels, dammit.
I go back to the main menu and choose 'Help'.
A text box pops open before me.
Controlled training will only get you so far. The gains from the clones will keep decreasing until they become redundant. Quests are the true way to grow. Surviving and thriving through real danger is what will make you become stronger.
I see. So I have to jump worlds and finish quests if I truly want to level up.
Of course, I can simply ignore it. In this world, level 144 is already legendary. I have more power than Dumbledore. I have hundreds of spells stored in my head. And my body has gotten way tougher than before. I can run longer. I can jump higher. I now have defined muscles everywhere. I have bloody six packs.
I am exceptionally strong. The strongest I have seen anyone in this particular world.
I can stop here. I can easily cruise through life from now on. I don't really need to do quests in other worlds if I don't want to.
But after having witnessed godly levels, will I be able to rest easy?
While this world is supposed to be my safe haven and free of quests, I can't be sure that there aren't stronger people across the globe.
There's a war going inside my head. A part of me wants to relax and enjoy the perks of being one of the strongest wizards. But there's another part that compels me to slice open a portal and jump into a new world for adventure now that I'm strong enough to survive it. I've grown powerful and I have a way to cheat death, what else do I need?
I choose compromise. A middle path.
How about I wait until this year ends? How about I give my NEWTs and free myself from the shackles of Hogwarts? I can do it easily now. I don't need to return for the seventh year. While time is not a cause of worry since the world will stop if I adventure through the multiverse, the difference in timeflow is. I don't want to spend years away and come back to being a student with not a second having passed.
Wait, can I ask the system to keep the time moving in sync with me when I go to other worlds?
'Help.'
If that's what the gamer wants. The time in the homeworld will move in sync instead of stopping. Warning: the same is not true for other worlds. Time in other worlds will keep moving irrespective of you.
I expected that. But this is good news. Once I complete this year, I can world-hop without any worry. I can simply tell my family that I'm touring the globe for more experience when I'm actually going through the multiverse.
I'll have all the time and opportunities in the world once I'm done with Hogwarts, once I'm free of all responsibilities.
So that's it then. I'm giving myself a limit, a deadline. Finish sixth year, then give the NEWTs on top of sixth-year exams, and then begin doing quests and gaining more power.
But will I be able to fight temptations until then?
Fine, a cheat world-jump then, for another taste. I was planning to take Iris for a short visit anyway. A sort of date after which we can go all the way, to make it special like she wants our first time to be.
It will be the only time I use [Subtle Knife] before the year ends.
It's decided. Wait until I finish school before going wild with world-hopping. And of course, seduce others in the meantime to get gacha points. If I'm waiting a year, then there's no reason to slack off on my efforts to add more offensive skills to my repertoire.
I apparate to my luxurious bedroom.
The floor is made seamlessly of beige tiles with plenty of rugs strewn around, and the walls are covered by navy-blue drapes. A king-sized violet canopy bed in the middle acts as the centrepiece of the large room.
Now that I have decided how to move forward, it's time for celebrations.
Heather and Hardwin materialise before me.
I raise my eyebrows at their attire. Hardwin is only in boxers, displaying his chiselled physique. Heather, meanwhile, is encased in a skimpy, black babydoll. The sheer, sleeveless material cascades down her tantalising curves like a waterfall. It reveals an obscene amount of pale cleavage and ends just at her thighs, exposing her toned legs. Her loose, dark hair frames her striking face, and her eyes burn with carnal hunger.
"Choose. Do you want your first time to be just with me, or do you want a threesome?" I ask her promptly, already knowing her answer.
Her red lips spread in a wicked grin. "More Harrys are always better."
Hardwin and I exchange an exasperated look.
"Well, have your way with u—"
She is already pulling me under the bed's canopy and pushing me down on my back. Her lips meet mine in a feverish kiss as she straddles me, grinding her core against mine, her weight pressing down on my excitement.
I feel her ravenous hands tearing my clothes apart. They roam over my torso, obsessively tracing the ridges of my abdomen. I return the favour, grabbing her supple contours—soft, pliable, and intoxicatingly addictive to squeeze.
A blissful sigh escapes me as she holds my shaft with both hands.
'My pussy will be Harry's. Get my arse ready if you want any penetrative action, Hardwin. I know you two prudes won't use the same hole.' We hear her demand in our heads through our psychic link, as she slides away and leans forward near my cock with her butt up in the air.
Hardwin climbs on the bed with us, taking his position behind her, leering at her voluptuous backside as she wiggles it in his direction.
She gasps and momentarily stops her ministrations when he grabs her cheeks and buries his face in the plump, bubbly flesh.
"Mmmmmm… good, right there." She resumes stroking me, her fingers curled around my length.
She caresses my length, unwrapping my thick, bulbous cockhead. It glistens with precum, and she spreads it around with her thumb, like lotion.
I flinch at the intense sensation, groaning, pushing my hands forward to grab her hair.
I have to shift around a bit and prop my back against the pillows to reach her. But once I do, I tug on her hair, wordlessly telling her what I want.
With a cheshire grin, she grasps the base of my cock and trails her tongue along the underside, her hot breath and damp tongue sending a wave of goosebumps. When she reaches the top, she closes her lips around my glans and sucks on it.
I hiss at the electric pleasure and grip the back of her skull as pressure multiplies in my core, as she hollows her cheeks and tries to suck the soul out of me.
Then she slowly swallows me further, her gleaming emerald eyes keeping my gaze rooted as I see my length disappear in her throat.
My body shakes as I revel in the heat and wetness of her mouth enveloping me like a tight blanket, like a fiery oven of pleasure.
Then her motion reverses, dragging it out as her lips and tongue lather it with abundance of saliva.
In and out.
In and out.
In and out.
All the while she is sucking and blowing, all the while she's twirling her tongue around masterfully.
My eyes snap open when I feel her choke on my dick, as her tongue goes limp.
Wait, when did I even close my eyes?
She is a drooling mess, tears run down her cheeks while her body is jerking back and forth, her breasts on the cusp of spilling out from her nightie.
I realise Hardwin is actually fucking her. He's done lubing her up and is now pounding into her virgin backdoor.
Impatient git.
Heather spits back the remnant of my cock and falls face first on my stomach, shrieking in pain and joy, her hoarse voice surrounding us like a palpable aphrodisiac aura.
I want her to keep shrieking like that forever.
Frothing saliva pools on my belly as her chin moves to and fro, as Hardwin rails her hard from behind.
Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap!
"This is what you always wanted, didn't you, slut?" Hardwin amps up the pace, dragging her by the hair so she's now on her knees with her back arched towards him. "Do you think you can survive two cocks? Do you think you deserve it?"
Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap!
"Yes! Oh fuckkkk… yes! Yes! YES! HARDER!"
I watch the show with wry amusement and sit back against the headboard, my dick forgotten by the 'slut'.
"You don't!" Hardwin wraps an arm around her neck while the other winds around her waist, keeping her firmly against him and preventing her from falling face first on my crotch. "What the fuck did you do that we other clones didn't? All you ever do is distract Harry with your rampant sluttiness! You're the most useless clone who is too occupied by her unnatural libido!"
PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!
Hardwin is yelling by the end, and I'm a little concerned by his grip on her neck.
If I didn't know that's what she wants, I would've interfered already. Also, Heather is not useless. She worked just as hard as others. Though, of course, it's true that I give her special treatment.
Anyways, I'm glad Hardwin doesn't actually believe his words and is only roleplaying. I don't want to deal with interpersonal relationship drama with my own clones.
"You're just jealous that I'm his favourite!" she moans, a foxy grin splitting her face as she drives back her arse to meet his thrusts with equal passion.
Feeling ignored, I stand on my knees in front of her and clear my throat loudly, pointing at my sky-gazing dick. "My favourite? Perhaps you should be more diligent if you don't want to lose that title."
"Of course, master!" she says throatily, getting back on her hands and knees once Hardwin releases her.
She immediately takes me in her mouth while Hardwin keeps fucking her from behind.
Biting back a blissful sigh, I gather her silky hair in my fist and let her bob her head on my groin.
I meet my other clone's dazed eyes. We are both kneeling, level with each other, with Heather between us. Her backdoor is getting stuffed and unstuffed by him while her throat is stretched and unstretched by me.
PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!
We share a nod and decide not to voice out how weird this feels.
I'm already dreading the memories I'll get after this. That's the reason I always tried to procrastinate this inevitable coupling. I don't want even a brief glimpse of Heather's joy in the first pov, after all.
~xXxXx~
"You sure you want this?" I ask again, lying on my back, already inside her tight cunt.
"Yes!" she screams when Hardwin pierces her arse not too gently. Both her holes are filled at the same time—for the first time. "I'm dying! I'm dying! I'm dying! I'm dying!"
I don't know if I should be concerned by her demented giggles.
Whatever, I have a task to do. I thrust in from beneath her just as Hardwin pulls back slightly. Then I pull back as he drives into her arse balls deep. We find a steady rhythm and sync our movements, sawing in and out of her.
And just minutes in, she is an insensate mess with a wide grin and blank eyes.
We colour her inner walls simultaneously after she begs us not to 'kill' her.
As if this entire mess wasn't her brainchild.
~xXxXx~
You would think she would know better by now. But of course, I'll be proven a fool soon enough.
I slam her against the linen covered wall, her legs snugly wrapped around me, her heels digging in my back.
My fingers greedily sink in her lovely arse cheeks, and I rail her harder against the wall. Her breasts bounce up-and-down and side-to-side like a pendulum before my mesmerised eyes. It's a hypnotic dance that I cannot take my eyes off of. And it only becomes more immersive as she raises her hands and grips the wall-studded handles, which she just wandlessly created.
I bury my face in her large c-cup breasts and start sucking on her protruding pink nipple.
Her pleasured mewl makes me go fucking wild.
Pinning her against the wall, I keep nailing her and guzzling her milk.
When her hands drop from the wall-studded handles and she writhes against me, I let go and dive off the edge with her, matching our thrill, seeking completion together.
This is the third time I bust inside her. And knowing her, we aren't even halfway through the session.
I pull out and lay her down, where she slumps on her arse, her back pressed against the draped wall. As her pussy unplugs, semen trickles out and drips on the clean tiles.
She is panting, her hair a bird nest, and every inch of her skin is shining with sweat.
Of course, she isn't satisfied just yet. "I have a great idea."
Hardwin grumbles from the bed, from where he has been watching us.
Heather gets on her feet unsteadily. "Come on, Hardwin. I promise this will be fun."
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…
Moments later, I'm standing with her clinging to me, her arms and legs slung around my body. "Shove it in."
I spread her cheeks and drop her on my cock.
She doesn't even moan as her inner walls stretch to house me.
"Hardwin, take position."
My clone stands behind her, grabbing her shoulders and pulling her back carefully.
By the end of it, she becomes a bridge connecting us two.
I have her juicy pale thighs in my hands and my cock buried inside her, while Hardwin has his arms locked under her armpits and his own cock hilt-deep in her mouth.
For a moment, Heather is flat in the air, hanging by our dicks and our hands. Our dicks alone aren't strong enough to support her entire weight like she wants.
Still, this is kind of fun.
We start moving.
All she can do is husk along Hardwin's dick as we spit roast her, as we fuck both her cunt and her mouth at the same time. All she can do is squirm in ecstasy while we do all the work.
I wonder how many more weird positions are left.
Not that I'm complaining. This will probably be the most adventurous sex I've had yet.
I'm looking forward to the next hour.
A.N. Alright, let me say it first. I know most people don't like mmf threesomes. Understandable. But I've been alluding to this scene for a while now and didn't want to be a bitch and scrap it just because I might get flames for this. Now that the clone threesome (their first time) is done, I'm free to put the clones' sexual shenanigans in the background. We won't be seeing any more mmf threesomes from here on out.