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As tempting as it was to continue teasing Hermione to delay the confrontation, he knew it would make the situation worse. He needed to solve the issue first.

So, he lay next to her, freed her hands while removing her shirt in the process, then lay on his back, and pulled her onto his chest, a cute and domestic follow-up to her rather big misstep.

While she recovered, he focused on examining her. He had already noticed how pretty Hermione was despite her lack of makeup, but it was nothing compared to how sexy she looked coming down from a fresh orgasm, her lips bruised, her eyes wide, and her face blushed, and her smile impossibly wide.

A smile that disappeared the moment her gaze dipped down to her engagement ring, and she stiffened. A plain ring with a tiny stone, which reminded her of what she had just done, her guilt clear.

Her blush disappeared, replaced by a panicked white color. “I —“

He interrupted her with a kiss, and while she froze, he raised her hand. “Don’t worry, Hermione. I know you’re wearing a fake engagement ring just to avoid attention. You don’t have to explain,” he said, creating a perfect lie for her.

“What?” she said.

He giggled and decided to sprinkle some truth to soften her guilt. “Come on, Hermione. You never talk about your so-called fiancee. We’re meeting every day for tutoring while flirting hard, and you change the subject whenever I mention your imaginary partner. It’s obvious.”

She paused, her eyes wide as she processed his ‘misunderstanding’. It wasn’t the nicest thing, but then her chess-loving fiancee shouldn’t have neglected her. She was positively starved for companionship.

“Come on, you don’t have to worry about an imaginary partner. Or anything. You can be an overthinker. For once, enjoy the moment,” he whispered. “Is that understood, Miss Granger?”

She gulped. “Yes, sir,” she whispered.

He had to admit, it was a mean trick he pulled. By convincing her to ‘lie’, he avoided the landmine. And, such lies were harder to explain the longer they survived.

Ultimately, however, he didn’t feel that guilty. Unlike her, he wasn’t some kind of mage, so he didn’t cast a spell on her. Her arousal was something she could have ignored if she wanted, just like their heavy flirting over the last few days in particular.

“Good,” he said as he reached her finger, pulling it off, and threw it without caring, acting like he hadn’t noticed her stiffening. “Now, we can continue our teaching. The next step, how to earn goodwill if you get kidnapped.”

Whatever answer she might have died when he grabbed her left hand, which had her engagement ring until very recently, and wrapped it around his shaft, still throbbing with desire.

“A handjob is the best way to start,” he teased her, still framing it as a lesson, as it was obviously the best way to refocus her attention back to their fun. Luckily, unlike her panicked mind, her body was still throbbing for more pleasure.

Most of the time, handjobs could be a quick, impersonal way to deal with arousal. It wasn’t so when they lay together on the ground, with her still lying on his chest, her hand hesitant. Then, their lips met again, showing the same hesitancy.

He could have teased her wetness to drive her crazy with pleasure again, but it wasn’t the best tactic. He didn’t need his newly improved Tantric skills to tell him that. Instead, he cupped her face gently, his kiss gentle, goading her to take the lead if she wanted to intensify it.

She had the personality for taking the lead, and initiative was the best way to deal with her guilt.

Though, he had to admit, when it came to kiss, his newly improved Tantric came useful. He was never a bad kisser, but the girls that he usually hung with wanted to be kissed differently than Hermione. She wanted it slower and gentler than he would have gone for.

It was enjoyable in a whole different way.

His gentle, silent encouragement worked wonders. Her tongue was the first part of her to respond, slipping inside, hesitant, which he accepted gently, guiding. Then, her lips started to pick up speed. It would have been an amazing kiss even without her amazing tits rubbing against his chest and her hand teasing his raging erection.

“So, you saw through my … fake engagement,” she whispered, her voice hitching. She was not a good liar.

“Yes, Hermione,” he responded, kissing her neck, then her cheek before pulling back. “You’re a good girl. Aren’t you?”

Instead of answering, she kissed him again, an avoidance tactic he could get behind… or take any other position as required.

Her handjob wasn’t as amazing as her kiss, but he decided it was not the time to perfect it. Ideally, it was for later. Instead, he let the kiss linger for almost ten minutes before he pulled back. “You were a very good student tonight, handling the first part of the lesson perfectly,” he said.

She gulped. “The first part.”

“Yes, Miss Granger. “It’s time to see how you’ll handle when you have the command, and reverse the hold,” he added, rolling him onto his lap.

She gulped. “What do you mean?”

“Come on, Miss Granger,” he teased. “You’re a better student than that. Assume you captured me, and now, you need to interrogate my secrets.” With that, he put both hands above his head, and pulled her hand onto his wrists. “I’m helpless under you. Interrogate me.”

“Interrogate?” she whispered, but her body was already in the process. Her hips moved, trapping his shaft beneath her, her wetness rubbing above him as she slid back and forth.

“Yes, just like that,” he whispered. “You set the pace. I am helpless under you. Teach me a lesson.”

Hermione’s eyes narrowed in a way he came to recognize as purely her, though only when she was teaching. He had long come to realize she took student and teacher roles equally seriously in real life. He was happy to see it worked the same in the bedroom.

It was sexier.

“Yes, I’m in command,” she whispered, her guilt turning into a naughty spice for her newfound passion. Her hips rose, taking the head, then tshe sank down on him slowly. Her face achieved the impossible and looked even sexier as she sank down, moaning already.

“Just like that, Professor Granger. You’re doing wonders,” he teased her.

“I hate you,” she whispered as she sank deeper.

“If that’s how you’re going to show it, you can hate me all you want, professor,” he teased her, letting her get in the mood.

“You talk too much,” she said. He would have argued, but she silenced him with another kiss. It was difficult to complain about her classroom attitude.

Her hips started to move, clumsy but passionate, followed by a tentative roll that made her moan. He stayed passive, letting her use him as a toy while he enjoyed her lips.

She picked up speed, rising higher and coming down higher, interrupting the kiss for a moment. He watched her naked tits jiggle with every push. Soon, her inexperience cost her … in a way of speaking, and her moans exploded. As she trembled, her hands shifted to his shoulder, grabbing hard enough for her, nails digging hard while she moaned freely.

[Personal Victory, +5 Tantric]

[Secondary Special Character Defeated, Hermione Granger]

[+20 Wand Magic Theory]

[Secondary Special Character Defeated, Ron Weasley]

[+20 Chess]

While she climaxed on top of him, he checked the rewards. It was impossible for him to be sad while he had Hermione on top of him, radiating passion, but that didn’t mean the decay of his reward was annoying. He had been hoping for a twenty-five-point reward to repeat thrice, like five point one.

At least the original five-point reward for ‘personal victory’ stayed the same.

The system had an interesting naming sense.

While he trembled, he flipped them, trapping her beneath him. “You failed, Miss Granger,” he teased her.

“I … failed,” she whispered, dazed.

“Yes, you let my hands go, freeing me from the bondage. Now, you’re mine,” he whispered, and pushed his hips.

“I’m yours,” she whispered, a moan already rippling from her lips.

“Good girl,” he whispered. “You learn so fast.”

“I do,” she said, more than happy to accept a compliment about her study habits in the bedroom. Well, living room, but the difference was academic.

“Good. Your study habits passed muster. Let’s see if your cardio can keep up,” he added, and his hips started to move, once again changing the pace, drilling her hard. “You’re shaking,” he observed, almost academically.

After two spectacular orgasms, he could see that she was near her limit, the pleasure blanketing her mind, which he intensified further by a little trick that came from his Tantric skill, biting her nipple with just the right pressure.

The third orgasm hit her even harder, the pleasure overwhelming her. She closed her eyes, trembling, but this time, as she squeezed, he realized that he was on the edge. He would have pulled out, but despite her daze, her legs wrapped around his waist with an iron grip, trapping him inside.

He exploded inside her. Dangerous, but at this moment, he couldn’t care less, too lost in his own explosion.

It had been a long while for him as well. A few months, actually, since he had received the System, too distracted by the weight of all to prowl his usual clubs. And, after that much time, he exploded hard.

[Personal Victory, +5 Tantric]

[+15 Wand Magic Theory]

[+15 Chess]

[Wand Magic Theory Basic -> Intermediate]

[Chess Basic -> Intermediate]

“Good girl,” he whispered, appreciating the rewards, but far less than just how amazing she looked under him, even at the edge of her stamina. While she mumbled, he lifted her in a bridal hold. She wasn’t going to fall unconscious, but clearly, another round was not on the cards. Not before a long recovery, maybe some food.

“I can … walk…”

“I disagree,” he teased her and walked to the corridor. “Tell me which one is your bedroom.”

“Left, but… just couch, please. The door is locked.”

“Fine, I won’t peek at your messy room, I promise,” he teased her. Without the rewards, he wouldn’t have understood the reason for her panic.

With it, he knew she must have some magical items in her room, and was trying to keep them hidden. It was also why he wasn’t lying when he said he wasn’t going to peek into her room.

Maybe there was a magical trap as well. His newly acquired knowledge suggested that it was very much possible.

“My room is not messy,” she argued, even as he laid her down on the couch.

“Whatever you say,” he said, chuckling. “But, first, let’s make you comfortable,” he said, and finally unhooked her dislodged bra, removed her ruined skirt, and pulled down her panties.

“You’re a jerk,” she said, crossing her legs and crossing her arms to hide her amazing body, which didn’t succeed.

“And, you’re incredibly beautiful,” he responded, stealing another kiss. “Now, do you need water?”

“I don’t … I do,” she said, correcting herself, blushing.

“Good,” he said, taking a quick trip to kitchen, grabbing a bottle of water to bring back to her. When he returned, she had already grabbed a blanket to cover herself. “Stingy,” he teased her while he passed her the water.

“Shut up,” she muttered, blushing.

While she drank, he undressed fully as well, but he did that slowly, showing off his good looks. He was happy to see her gaze wandering over his muscles. He had always been proud of his body. “Now, scooch,” he teased her, even as he slid under the blanket as well.

Once he did, he immediately pulled her to his chest. “You’re greedy,” she muttered.

“Can you blame me? You’re magnificent,” he teased, enjoying her blush. He had long realized that she was very weak to compliments, which suggested she didn’t experience them much.

Franky, it was one reason he didn’t feel guilty about the so-called fiancee even for a bit. Hermione was smart and sexy, which was an amazing combination already without her very noticeable willingness in bed.

Neglecting her was a crime, and he was the sword of justice… or maybe spear of justice was more appropriate.

“I’m not,” she whispered in a soft tone. “I’m just a bookworm.”

“Honey, that’s not mutually exclusive, just as you went over while tutoring me about philosophy.” He chuckled. “Here I was, thinking formal logic would never be useful in real life.”

She looked at him, shocked, but it was followed by giggles, and he responded in kind. “You’re weird,” she muttered a long while later, burying her face in his neck. Considering her exhaustion, chain orgasms, and her emotional chaos, it was no surprise that she fell asleep.

He was happy to stay under her. It wasn’t as if he had work to do. All he needed was time to process the revelation about the existence of magic.

And, he could easily do that while cuddling with a sexy, naked magical girl on his chest.

He closed his eyes, and examined his current skills.

[Soccer - Advanced 53/250 (Midfielder)

Darts - Intermediate 19/100

Tantric - Intermediate 13/100

Boxing - Intermediate 7/100

Chess - Intermediate 4/100

Wand Magic Theory - Intermediate 0/100

Poker - Basic 9/50]

Once again, he started his examination with the simplest change. It was easier.

It was an interesting feeling, to be able to close his eyes and realize that suddenly, he could access hundreds of chess openings when previously, his knowledge was limited to how the pieces moved.

Admittedly, if it hadn’t been for the bigger revelation he had just experienced, he might have focused on it more, for the simple reason that chess tournaments were easier to attend than playing football, allowing him to farm points easily. While professional chess players didn’t earn as much as football players by any reasonable margin, the top players would still make enough money to live decently, a stratum he could have risen in a year or two even without the shortcut.

But, for the moment, it existed mostly as a way to compete against others officially.

His real focus was the existence of magic. Wand magic, to be exact. Knowing about it felt weird, like he had spent months memorizing many books about the magic theory. He knew why specific words while casting mattered, he understood how wand motion impacted the spell, and he knew the process of modifying a spell…

Ironically, while he had all that knowledge, he didn’t know a single, actual spell.

Not only that, his Wand Magic Theory made one thing very clear. It relied on some kind of spark, determined by birth. Without having it from birth, learning wand magic was impossible.

As for whether it applied to other categories, he had no idea. He didn’t even know what those other categories were. The information contained in the skill was very specialized.

He sighed as he tightened his arm around the sleeping figure on his chest. If the process of attaining the skill had been arduous, he might have been cursing the world, but considering how amazing ‘spending time’ with Hermione, complaining would be unfair.

After all, he would exert himself a hundred times even if there were no reward. Watching her moan under him had been a reward in itself.

Not to mention, his seemingly impossible to use magic knowledge and chess weren’t the only skills he had received. Tantric was another one, which, in addition to making him even better in bed, also gave him a lot of extra knowledge on how to use massages to improve his body.

In theory, he could combine it with some heavy training to get much stronger.

Running faster, with some extra agility, would be really useful if he ever wanted to pursue a career as a pro footballer.

He just wasn’t sure if it was the correct path to follow anymore.

A deep sigh escaped his mouth as he remembered his original aim, to meet with Holly, Dudley’s cousin. With his new knowledge of magic, he was reasonably sure that she was some kind of magic practitioner as well.

A practitioner from some kind of magic school, which explained why Hermione was so evasive about her education before Oxford. They must have attended the magic school together. Or, they worked together in Hermione’s real job.

He didn’t question why Hermione was going to an ordinary university after a magical school, and possibly working for some kind of magical institution. The reason was evident. Hermione took education very seriously.

“What a situation,” he muttered, fascinated and horrified in equal measures after realizing that there might be a hidden world of magic behind their usual one, wilder than most conspiracy theories.

Yet, he couldn’t help but be excited about digging into it … eventually, once he has a bit more information.

He was in a good enough mood that when Hermione decided to kick him out of the apartment an hour later, he didn’t mind. He understood that she had secrets to protect both side, hiding magic from him, and hiding her indiscretion from her friends.

Of course, accepting didn’t mean he retreated without punishing her.

And, she liked enough to try to punish him in turn, netting him two more victories before he left. In which, he also realized ten-point rewards didn’t decay immediately.

[Personal Victory, +10 Tantric]

[+20 Wand Magic Theory]

[+20 Chess]

Life was fun.