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“… how about we go to your flat? It’s not that far,” Hermione said, trying to change his mind.

Sam smiled, kissed her neck, his fingers dancing along her leg. Their date had been fun but mostly traditional, filling her excitement for what was about to follow. “Good point, but there’s some kind of incident in my street. It smells terrible,” he replied. There was no such thing, but he had ulterior motives.

Like trying to meet with Holly Potter officially.

They met three hours ago, and after dinner and some dancing, Hermione was burning with the desire to carry their date back to their private space, showing how much she missed him during her absence.

It was hard to go without orgasms once she got used to them, especially the chain variety he could provide.

“Fine,” she muttered, accepting relatively quickly. After all, unlike in the past, she wasn’t afraid of introducing him to her roommate because she was no longer engaged.

The same couldn’t be said for the roommate in question, but that part Hermione didn’t know.

Soon, they arrived at the building, kissing as they climbed the stairs. “I can’t believe you flew back from America just to spend the weekend with me” she said.

“It’s worth it,” he responded. “Also, it’s not like that’s the last time I’m traveling to Los Angeles.”

She smiled shyly. “Fair. Still, I can’t believe being British helps your boxing career that much.”

He shrugged. “Apparently, people in Los Angeles believes that all of us are rich and noble, so being a boxer makes me a small celebrity, a way to make easy money,” he said. “I mean, I knew Americans were rich, but paying me more than I make in a year just for a fight…”

He didn’t hide how much money he made from Hermione. She had magic, which meant if she wished, she should be able to make even more … assuming they were allowed in the first place.

He still didn’t have a good understanding of their society and their laws, but he didn’t dare to delve. At least, not until he found a way to protect his mind.

He valued his memories too much.

He kissed her at the door, mostly because he had missed her, but making her forgot to ring the doorbell was a fun side effect, one that paid off even more than he could have predicted when he opened the door, only to come face to face with Holly, who had been walking from the bathroom to kitchen.

She had a bathrobe, but with one little detail. Since she was alone, she didn’t bother tying it.

His luck was amazing.

It was lucky, because it gave Hermione a perfect reason for Holly’s awkwardness, which had been inevitable after their little bar encounter. The best part, there, Holly had hidden the fact that she knew Hermione, believing that he only met Hermione as a customer.

And, if she ever asked Hermione, she would claim that it was recent not to admit she had been cheating Ron.

Sometimes, things fit perfectly.

Hermione gasped as she saw her, while he just made a show of his widening eyes. “Holly—“ Hermione gasped while Holly whimpered, pulling the front of her top, and retreated.

He dragged Hermione inside and closed the door behind them. When he pulled Hermione to the couch, she was still blushing. “Well, that’s your roommate, then,” he teased. “A memorable meeting.”

“How can you say that?” she hissed, still blushing.

He laughed. “Fine,” he said, then exaggerated his tone. “Hermione, I can’t believe you live with an ugly hag. How can you survive?”

“Don’t tease me,” she said. “It’s not funny.”

“I disagree,” he responded, his hands already on her legs, slipping under her skirt.

She whimpered. “You promised.”

“I promised not to do anything while we’re outside. We’re not outside,” he responded, his hand dancing on her body.

“Living room counts as outside,” she said.

“Fine,” he responded, lifted her in a bridal hold, and carried her to her room, which, at this point, had been cleaned of obvious magical equipment. When they arrived at her room, he hugged her.

“Close your eyes, I have a surprise for you,” she said.

“Fine,” he said, letting her wrap a towel around his head to ensure that, but he kept one hand on her arm, feeling it move. He didn’t know what spell she was casting, but, ironically, the Magical Combat skill he got from her roommate told him exactly how to dissipate it harmlessly.

He poked her arm halfway, ruining the wand movement, her silent casting making it even easier. He appreciated the irony that she was the first target of that particular skill. At the same time, he kissed her to distract her from the fact that her spell had just misfired.

She moaned loudly when he let his kiss reach her neck, far too louder than he expected, which gave him a good idea what she was trying to cast. Either some kind of silencing spell, or the same one Holly had used during their encounter.

It was clear that Holly wasn’t supposed to be hearing what was going on. Naturally, there was nothing preventing Holly from using her own spells to silence her room, or even just apparate away, but after how she had reacted in their little encounter at the bar, he was willing to bet that she would stay and listen.

But, either way, that was an issue for the future. He focused on the present. He pulled the towel off his face, then repeated the same with her shirt, revealing a tiny bra. “Sexy, just for me,” he whispered.

“Maybe,” she admitted, still reacting shyly, but he responded by freeing her with the pesky presence of her skirt, and kicking his own clothes after pushing her to the bed…

Her moans were beautiful.

Especially once he had received the sign that Holly had been listening. One that rewarded him even faster than Hermione, trembling under him, though that might also be about him controlling the pace perfectly.

[Spectacular Tantric Victory, +5 Tantric]

[Main Character Defeated, Holly Potter]

[+30 Magical Combat]

It was going to be a fun night…

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[+30 Tantric]

[+25 Magical Combat]

[+25 Wand Magic Theory]

[Tantric Advanced -> Expert]

[Magical Combat Intermediate -> Advanced]

Two hours, two critical upgrades, five rewards from Hermione and one more from Holly, he decided to push his luck a bit. Hermione was properly exhausted, at the edge of consciousness, unable to process how much of a change Expert Tantric made, while he had just heard Holly walking toward the kitchen.

It was dangerous, but he decided Holly deserved to be punished after she had tried to manipulate him with magic. She had failed, in a way that could be classified as spectacularly, but that didn’t mean he would forgive her.

He took attacks against himself seriously. Well, almost seriously, in Holly’s case.

Also, he did need to soften her a bit if he was ever to convince Hermione that a little variety in the bedroom would be fun. He wouldn’t have dared if he hadn’t noticed how malleable Hermione could be in bed.

With the decision done, he had left Hermione alone in the bed, comfortably sleeping.

He merely grabbed a towel and walked out. Holly was in the kitchen, pouring herself water. She must have been parched after playing with herself while listening to them.

Also, seeing that it still counted as a victory for him had been fun. The system surprised him sometimes.

He didn’t try to sneak up on her, because that was a supremely horrible idea against Holly, whose signature skill was Magical Combat. Trying to surprise her was a terrible idea.

“Hello,” he said with a wide smirk instead. “Small world, right?”

Her only reaction was to tug her nightie panickedly, avoiding his gaze while blushing. “I … I didn’t know you knew Hermione.”

“Considering I didn’t know you knew her, is it surprising that it hadn’t come out? We met at the pub while I was still working there, and got … familiar recently. Very recently.”

He implied a day while the reality was a month…

Her shyness meant that she didn’t react to his approach until she was trapped between him and the kitchen counter. With her power to send him through the wall or turn him into a frog if she wished, it was fun. Dangerous, but fun. “So, did you enjoy the show?” he asked. Her blush got even worse. “Good,” he said.

“I didn’t say anything,” she said.

He chuckled, brushing her cheek. “You didn’t have to say anything,” he responded. “Did you miss me since the bar?”

“Shut up,” she responded, but her voice was soft, merely a whimper. “You’re with Hermione.”

“And, she was engaged when we started, so she can hardly complain, can she?” he responded, deciding to drop a bomb to break the only thing that was keeping her back, her loyalty to her friend.

Her eyes widened. “You … her … since then. But she told me …”

“She might have misrepresented the truth a bit because she’s ashamed,” he responded. “So, it’s only fair I keep my mouth shut about her roommate’s discretion,” he responded.

“I don’t know what you mean,” she said.

“Come on, Holly. Don’t lie to me. You knew what was going on between me and Hermione when you approached me at the bar,” he challenged.

“I didn’t,” she responded, but he maintained eye contact. “Fine, I had a few suspicions, but…”

“Yet, you didn’t ask any questions at the bar. Naughty girl,” he said. “Then, you have spent the whole night listening to us.”

“That’s not my fault. Hermione is the one that forgot silencing—“ she started, her eyes widened as she realized what she was about to admit. “To stay silent,” she corrected.

“And, rather than getting out for a drink, you stayed.”

She paused, but as he teased, she was getting in the mood, her earlier surprise leaving its place to something more. “Why should I be the one to leave my home just because Hermione finally decided to act like Lavender,” she said.

“Good point,” he said. He didn’t know who Lavender was, but the context clues weren’t that hard to connect. “But, it’s not fair to you.”

“It’s not?” she asked, her voice charged.

“At least, you should be able to see it,” he said.

“Should I?” she whispered.

“Yes, pull the towel,” he ordered. She did so, and his towel pooled on the ground. Her gaze fell down, her beautiful emerald eyes wide. He couldn’t blame her. He did look good, especially in the kitchen, where the shadows accentuated his muscles.

He took a step forward, his shaft directly pressing against her belly. But, her attention was his lips, hovering above her. She whimpered. “This is wrong.”

“Nothing we haven’t already done,” he said and kissed her.

She reacted to his kiss desperately, which was no surprise. Even at the bar, she had been hungry for it, and that was impossible to compare with tonight, where she spent the last two hours listening to him fucking her roommate while she played with herself.

While they started in the kitchen, he had no intention of letting it continue there. And, her room might still have magical items, and it was not a confrontation he wanted to hasten.

It left the living room as the best location.

He hooked his arms under her legs and lifted her, not interrupting the kiss. Holly was taller than Hermione, but not by much, and she was thinner. Not that it mattered to his strength.

She clutched his shoulders but let him kiss her, even when they landed on the couch. He sat first, directly pulling her onto his lap. “No panties, naughty,” he said. “Now, it’s your turn to put a show.”

“I already did,” she whimpered.

“Do you think that counts?” he teased her. While she tried to come up with an answer, he kissed the corner of her mouth, then her jaw, then her neck. Meanwhile, his shaft was trapped between them, her wetness rubbing against the underside, while the head pressed against her belly.

She was soaked, though that part was no surprise. The system had already alerted him to exactly what had been going on. He pushed her a bit, letting her rub along the length, almost accidentally.

“This is wrong,” she whimpered, but her hips were already moving without his help.

“Nothing wrong with it. It’s exactly what we have done at the bar. It’s Hermione’s fault. If she had told you about me, you wouldn’t have made such a mistake.”

It was a terrible excuse, but that was the good thing about arousal. Terrible excuses didn’t sound as terrible. She didn’t even point out that, at the bar, they were both clothed, which made a huge difference.

“You’re right,” she whispered, and started to move. At first, she didn’t move much, her wetness rubbing along the base, but soon, she rose high enough that the top of his shaft was rubbing against her clit with every pass.

Holly bit her lip hard enough that he worried about her drawing blood, but a whimper escaped still. Her hands fisted. He didn’t use Tantric tricks. He suspected that if he did, she would have turned into a puddle immediately.

He didn’t want that.

He rolled his hips to match her movement, which teased her clit even more. Another whimper escaped her lips, and she started to rub desperately. Then, as she lost control, she found the tip pressing against her entrance.

She went rigid, aroused and panicked. “Don’t worry, it’s just the tip. It doesn’t count,” he whispered, telling the most absurd lie of all time.

She realized it as well. “Yes, the tip doesn’t count,” she said nonetheless, letting herself dip a bit, her reaction making her utter lack of experience clear, not that it came as a surprise at this point.

She pulled out, repeated the rubbing, and hovered above him again. “Just the tip,” she repeated, lowering herself once more.

Her forehead pressed against his, her lips begging for a kiss, but he resisted. For all her passivity, she had a certain spark that was different than Hermione, which made teasing her fun in a unique way. He was curious just how far she would push.

But then, unlike Hermione, she didn’t need to be distracted from the guilt of her cheating.

She turned out to be greedier than he had expected. Merely a few minutes later, every single push of hers was devouring him halfway, still repeating it was just a tip.

“It doesn’t feel like the tip,” he finally teased her, feeling that she was already at the edge. She tried to pull back, but his hand grabbed her hips. “Let’s see,” he teased, using his other hand to pull her nightie over her head, leaving her completely naked. “Look down,” he said.

She whimpered, closing her eyes. “Please,” she whimpered.

“Fine,” he said. “Open your eyes. They are too beautiful to hide,” he responded. She obeyed, her beautiful green eyes captured by his. He grabbed her hips, pushing her down slowly.

Amusingly, her reaction reminded him of Buffy, inexperienced, hesitant, yet physically tough and easily able to ignore the discomfort. An incredible combination. Ironic since they were both tagged as Main Characters.

“Hermione’s going to kill me,” she whimpered.

“No need for that,” he responded, his grip tight as he led her moves. “We’re friends as well, and it’s only fair if I help you two avoid a fight. If I have to keep an innocent little secret, I can handle it.”

That made her laugh despite everything. “Such a noble soul,” she said sarcastically.

From the delivery, he suspected dry sarcasm was more of her usual habit, and her shyness was a temporary state due to their unique circumstances.

“Of course,” he said, raising her completely, and slammed down.

[Spectacular Tantric Victory, +5 Tantric]

[Main Character Defeated, Holly Potter]

[+20 Magical Combat]

Her eyes widened, her lips parting. Without his kiss, she would have woken up the whole building. “I don’t appreciate your sarcasm,” he replied, which was a lie. He appreciated it very much.

If he hadn’t, he wouldn’t have rewarded her with an orgasm.

“Right,” she responded once she caught her breath, but she continued to move, too hungry for more. She looked good; her raven-black hair had reached a new level of messiness, her eyes glowing with a desire for more. Her hips were already moving hard. “This is wrong,” she whimpered, still guilty.

“It’s just a friendly hug. Nothing wrong,” he teased her.

“Friendly, secret hug,” she corrected, her eyes sharpening despite the pleasure, and in that moment, he could see why she was giving him rewards for magical combat. She was dangerous.

Luckily, he had no intention of actually fighting against her, so it was completely safe. And, while he couldn’t say the same for secrecy, he did have a fun way to handle that part.

All he needed was to convince Hermione for some variety, which he suspected would be easier now that Holly would be willing to assist as long as he continued to bribe her with … orgasms.

“Sure. Let’s see how many friendly hugs we can have before Hermione wakes up,” he responded, flipping her to all fours, wrapping his fist around her beautiful hair, enjoying her tightness. She moaned. “She can still wake up if you get too loud,” he warned, burying her face in the pillow.

She responded by raising her hips.

The night was fun, and the morning was even better. Once Holly was too exhausted, he helped her to kindly take a shower because he was a good house guest, then lay Hermione’s side, teasing her until she woke up.

It helped to keep things fun. Neither Holly nor Hermione had the endurance of Cordelia or Anne, but the tag team made things considerably more entertaining…

And, considerably more dangerous, but that only made it more fun. Even as he did his best to drill Hermione to her mattress, he couldn’t help but think whether he was turning into a bit of an adrenaline junkie…

Well, he thought as he continued teasing Hermione. Fun now, consequences later…

As for rewards, always welcome… even if they were truncated by the cooldown once more.

[+15 Tantric]

[+10 Wand Magic Theory]

[+15 Magical Combat]