"Buddy, if you wanna survive this madness, you gotta loosen up a little."

  "Snort crack to loosen up? I'd rather lick cyanide."

  "Your wish—I was just saying, this pce ain't for the weak. We're all chasing the same vault of gold, the question is who can outst the others and grab it."

  Dudley looked at the white powder on the table in front of him. He watched as those around him took some and did what they did. He stayed there, sitting, feeling like an outsider. A pressure arose, a voice in his head that told him to do it. Do it to fit in.

  And then, he woke up.

  "Ugh… Seriously, out of all the memories to dream of." He groaned the first thing in the morning, sitting up on his bed in the Hufflepuff dorm room. It was bright there, a theme standard all over the Hufflepuff common room and dorms.

  "Morning, Dud."

  "Morning, Dudley."

  Dudley looked around at his dorm mates. The rge, round room was spacious and homely, filled with rge cupboards beside each bed, a table, and a chair, along with chests. But the fact was that he had to share the room with three other boys and that ck of privacy was annoying.

  Heck, he didn't even bother with the boys he shared the room with. They were just friends by the virtue of being dorm mates. They talked sometimes, shared a meal together, and that was it.

  Wish I could have shared a room with Hannah and Susan.

  "Morning." He got out of bed, grabbed his towel, and brush set, and walked over to the boy's bathroom on the boy's side of the dorms. Once again, he wished he could share a shower with the two beauties of Hufflepuff.

  After cleaning himself up quickly, he put on his school uniform and left the dorms. He looked for his friends in the common room, but noticing their absence, he headed to the Great Hall instead. Breakfast was still an hour away, but the benches of the Great Hall were the usual spots for most students to gather in the morning.

  "Good morning, Dudley."

  He waved and greeted back some Ravencw girl he didn't even know. For some reason, the attention he received from the opposite gender had increased manifold ever since the third year began. He reckoned it was his work during the Chamber of Secrets fiasco. But he was willing to bet that his rapidly growing wealth was also a spice in that concoction.

  "There you are, Mr. Dursley."

  "No good morning, Professor McGonagall?" Dudley smiled at the always attentive Deputy Headmistress just outside the Great Hall.

  "A very good morning to you. But I'm afraid you'll have to wait to forward it to your friends. The Headmaster has summoned you to his chamber." Professor McGonagall revealed and started walking. "Follow me, I'll guide you through the path."

  A private chat with me? For what? This was the first time Dumbledore had invited him to his office. Heck, he didn't even remember ever speaking to the old man one-on-one. Is it because of the thing with Susan and Hannah?

  That felt like the only pusible reason. The school was indeed very strict on "fornication". But there were a bunch of other things, such as Lily's return, her displeasure with Dumbledore, and his recent bet.

  He followed McGonagall all the way to the Headmaster's office. She then said the password and he went up the spiral staircase before finally knocking on a wooden door.

  The door opened on its own, and he walked in nonchantly, observing the Headmaster's office for the first time. It was just like he imagined, a rge space yet cozy in its own way. Filled with portraits on the walls, books on the shelves, and god knows what artifacts here and there.

  "Good morning, Mr. Dursley."

  Dudley looked towards the side where the firepce was. Dumbledore was standing there with Fawkes perched on his one arm as he caressed the red feathers.

  "Good morning, Professor," Dudley greeted and stepped closer.

  "Ah, I suspect the call of breakfast tugs at you quite insistently, so I shall be brief. I understand you entered into a wager with Mr. Malfoy a few days ago. Allow me to remind you that such practices are not sanctioned within these walls. While I may overlook a harmless bit of mischief, the stakes you set this time leave me no choice but to intervene," Dumbledore sternly said, cking any hint of neutrality or gentleness that Dudley knew Harry received.

  At least it's not about the girls.

  Dudley thought about a counterargument quickly. "If I've been called here, I expect Draco has been too. Surely he's been told off for calling me—and Hermione—filthy Mudbloods? I'm sure there is no pce for blood purist talks within these walls."

  Dumbledore looked at him.

  Dudley didn't look back. But he got the message. Draco wasn't reprimanded at all. Having a rich and influential father was one heck of a thing. And that was also infuriating to Dudley since he was also extremely rich now, sadly he still had a long way to go before gaining influence.

  "Mr. Dursley, your intelligence is well known to me, and Professor Vector speaks of you often with great admiration—truly a once-in-a-lifetime talent in Arithmancy. Your success in wealth is evidence of your sharp mind, and I have no doubt it will continue to grow. However, I must urge you to remain cautious and steer clear of individuals such as Draco and his father. Though your fortunes may surpass theirs, they possess other ways of causing trouble, and one would do well to avoid their influence."

  Since when did he start talking so straightforwardly? Dudley pondered what warranted that show of concern.

  "I will… keep that in mind, Professor. But I can't back down from the bet now, or Draco will see it as fuel to blood purist fire. I may lose, and that's acceptable," Dudley replied and kept looking at the cute Phoenix. Looking at anything was better than looking into Dumbledore's eyes.

  "And I assure you, Mr. Dursley, I have no intention of forcing you to retreat. My words are but a gentle caution," Dumbledore said, his tone calm as he moved from the firepce to settle gracefully at his desk. "Now, there is another matter I must address."

  No, no, no, don't take the girls away from me. What's the point of being rich then?

  "Of te, I have observed a certain hesitancy within the Ministry regarding the continued support of our school. Moreover, the flow of donations has diminished, and the Board of Governors grows increasingly cautious."

  Is he asking me for a donation?

  "That… is a problem," Dudley muttered. But he refrained from saying further, wanting to hear it from Dumbledore's mouth.

  "Mr. Dursley, I was merely curious—do your financial endeavors extend to managing funds for, say, a government, a business, or, in this particur instance, a school?"

  Oh? Dudley instantly understood Dumbledore's intent.

  "You want to create a Hogwarts investment fund? That's… actually quite a clever idea. It could make the school a lot more self-sufficient in the long run." Dudley did some mental calcutions. "I could help manage something like that, for, say, a ten percent cut—um, how much are you thinking of investing, Professor?"

  "Everything I own. With no heir to cim it, and a life rgely devoted to this school, I would be most delighted to see Hogwarts flourish long after I'm gone. I daresay there are others who share such sentiments, and in the end, I believe the total shall be nearly three hundred thousand."

  "Galleons? That's close to fifteen million pounds." Dudley calcuted in his head. Heck, he would graciously add a few million from his own pocket as long as it got his name etched in the school's investor's pque or something. "But, I think I might have a better idea, Professor."

  "I'm all ears, Mr. Dursley."

  Why look around for backing when I've got him? He can get things done much faster.

  Dudley straightened his back for his pitch. "You know, wizarding banking is basically controlled by the Goblins. And just like in the Muggle world, monopolies never work out well. They stop healthy competition, and eventually, quality goes right down the drain. I've noticed it myself at Gringotts—how the Goblins look down on wizards when we walk in. They barely offer any service, and yet, we let them hold our gold. From my experience dealing with both muggle and wizard money, the conversion rates Gringotts offers are dreadful. The three hundred thousand you're hoping to invest should be around thirty million in muggle currency, but because of their monopoly, you'll only get fifteen."

  "And what do you propose as a solution?"

  "Competition, what else? My wealth has already surpassed a billion, and honestly, I can't keep going with Gringotts when I'm facing such huge losses. So, I've decided to start a new bank—one that bridges both the Muggle and magical worlds. Just like Muggle banks, wizards who deposit their money will earn monthly interest, plus a whole lot of other benefits. It's time the Goblins learned how banking should really be done. Of course, I can't manage this alone. I'll need strong supporters, backers with influence and wealth to make it happen." Dudley revealed his long-term pns. "I don't want the Ministry causing any problems for me, and I want to build a vault facility whose location will be kept secret, and the only way to access it will be using portkeys—for wizards only."

  Dumbledore rubbed his beard, deep in thought. "Ah, I see. Was that the reason you made the bet with young Mr. Malfoy? To win his father's attention, perhaps?"

  "Two things can be true at the same time, isn't that right, Professor?"

  "Knowing Lucius, he will investigate you thoroughly, and once he learns about your talents… He's a ruthless man to be in business with, Mr. Dursley."

  And I'll show him what real Wall Street savagery looks like. He'll be begging me by the time I'm done.

  "I'm aware, Professor," Dudley replied. "I don't rely on luck."

  "If you manage to sway Lucius, though I doubt his attachment to his beliefs will allow it, you'll find the path ahead considerably clearer," Dumbledore said, his tone both cautious and wise. "As for the Ministry... I suspect Cornelius would welcome a bit of competition for Gringotts, regardless of who's behind it."

  Forget about Lucius joining. Dudley noted the hint in his tone.

  I'll consider it a test then. If he can't look beyond his ideology and focus on money, he's doomed to fail.

  "Does that mean you'll support me, Professor?"

  "I shall speak with those who are keen on establishing the Hogwarts Investment Fund with me. Should they, as I suspect, be swayed by the undeniable evidence of your talents, I shall certainly offer my full support."

  Yes! Yes! Yes!

  Dudley celebrated silently.

  "Now, Mr. Dursley, it would be wise for you to return to the Great Hall. Breakfast is soon to be served, and while the world beyond may call for your attention, I do hope you will not neglect your magical studies." Dumbledore signaled him to leave as kindly as he could.

  "Not a chance, Professor." Dudley stood up and frankly spoke while leaving. "I love magic."

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  "Morning, girls."

  Susan leaned in close as Dudley settled between her and Hannah, her voice low and teasing. "What took you so long?" she purred, her hand sliding onto his warm p, fingers squeezing lightly at the muscles of his thigh. "We were just about to go look for you."

  Dudley cherished his redheaded friend so much. Just being close to her was a natural antidepressant. Besides, he also nded his left hand on Hanna's thighs on his other side, receiving a warm smile from her succulent lips. She also squeezed closer to his side at that.

  "The old boss called me. Warned me about the bet I made with Draco," he revealed. "I didn't back out, though."

  Susan vocally sneered. "Let me guess, he cried to his daddy and his daddy compined to the Headmaster?"

  "Typical Malfoy," Hannah added, a real sign of her growing confidence.

  Certainly, Dudley rewarded her by squeezing her inner thighs a little harder. Under his breath, he cursed the ck of privacy in school or else he'd have loved to be inches deep inside them that morning.

  "Well, he can do whatever he likes. I'm not backing down. There's still two months before the Quidditch match."

  "Ehm… Dudley?"

  All of a sudden, they heard a voice from behind. Dudley quickly moved his hand away from Hannah, but he had to swat away Susan's from squeezing his rock-hard erection.

  God damn, girl. You're too wild.

  He looked behind finally, finding two Gryffindor ds far from their table. One was Ron, and the other was Percy, his face was red with some acne.

  "Lost?" He joked.

  Ron shrugged and patted his elder brother's shoulder. "Percy wanted to have a word with you, but since you two haven't met, I thought I'd step in. Percy, this fatty's Dudley, and Dud, this is my brother, Percy."

  Dudley sneered dismissively, "Fat? Buddy, have you seen me without a shirt? I got muscles enough to shatter your head with my biceps alone."

  "I can vouch for that," Susan blurted from the side, winking and giggling.

  Hah! Dudley noted a hint of jealousy on Ron's face at Susan's words.

  "So, what can I do for you?" Dudley looked at Percy. Though, he was already aware of what Percy was likely going to ask. Ever since the news of Penelope Clearwater getting hired by him spread, too many 7th years had reached out. Of course, he gave the truly talented ones a chance, some beauties too.

  "I was wondering if you have a job opening at your business. I got twelve OWLs and…"

  "Wait, weren't you interested in joining the Ministry?" Dudley asked back.

  Percy awkwardly smiled, nodding his head. "I… I was but then… Isn't it better to work somewhere more fulfilling?"

  Ah, money does talk. Dudley understood the issue. No matter what, the Weasleys were poor as fuck.

  But the fact remained that Percy was extremely gifted and hard-working. However, the guy was too stiff, and in business, being shrewd was the utmost requirement.

  "Can you lie?"

  "What? Why?" Percy asked back.

  "I do business, Percy. In business, there's no such thing as equivalent exchange. The key to success is finding ways to get more out of your investments than you put in," Dudley replied, and thought of a position for Percy. "I don't think there's a spot for you at D&D Capital, but... I'm starting something new where your honesty and skills will be truly appreciated. It'll require travel across the world, and the sary will be generous, though the work will be demanding."

  "May I know what that work is?"

  "Not right now, it's a bit of a private matter. But if you'll keep your options open, I'll let you know when the position becomes avaible." Dudley extended his hand as the breakfast had just appeared on the table.

  Percy shook his hand, thanked him, and left with Ron.

  "Any position for me?" Susan teasingly asked.

  Dudley chuckled, "Wheelbarrow? I'd love to try that one."

  "Hehe, I didn't mean that, but it sounds exciting."

  Oh, this whole new life is exciting.

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  It was a long day, one css after another. The only ones he struggled at were the csses that required pure magic—Charms, Transfiguration, and DADA. From the start, Dudley knew that he wasn't magically gifted, but he still did his best to remain average or slightly above average.

  The pces he shined the most were Potions, Herbology, Astronomy, and most of all, Arithmancy. All these subjects benefited from his continuously, rapidly increasing mastery over Arithmancy. Harnessing the magical properties of numbers was a boon for him that set him above.

  Even Snape stopped giving out snarky remarks at him and saw his skill for what it was—talent. However, the brooding Professor did start asking him more challenging questions.

  However, the most excited, impressed, and astounded was the Professor of Arithmancy herself—Septima Vector, the woman known for wearing red robes and matching pointed hats. She had particurly long dark hair, reaching all the way to her waist, and she always allowed it to cascade freely.

  Perhaps in her early forties, she'd already been teaching at the school for six years, and while most other students feared and disliked her for being a very strict, and highly complex homework dispenser, Dudley rather liked her.

  Always to the point, serious in her teachings, professional, and actually talented in Arithmancy. The fact that she was always there to answer his questions, and entertain his hypothesis about the retion between muggle calculus and Arithmancy, helped him improve tremendously.

  As usual, it was the st css of the day, and it was Dudley's favorite one, Arithmancy. But he didn't sit among the students and instead wrote on the bckboard using chalk while Professor Vector sat at the teacher's table on the side, looking at the entire css and him.

  "Well, you see, in Arithmancy, people mostly ignored the Muggle side until recently. The numbers are the same, but Muggles have taken them much further. They've made huge progress using things like Probability, Set Theory, and even Integration and Differentiation. I know, it's pretty hard, but it's doable—look at this formu I made using Probabilities and Arithmancy. It's a very basic and crude one, but it can help you predict the result of a coin toss ninety-nine percent of the time."

  As Dudley looked behind at the css, he noticed one hand raised high. As expected, it was Hermione. Since Arithmancy was an elective subject and a very tough one at that, not many chose to study it. Thanks to that, all four houses took the Elective subjects together. Sadly, Susan and Hannah had dropped out already.

  "Let me guess. Why not a hundred percent?" Dudley guessed Hermione's question.

  She smiled and nodded strongly.

  In response, Dudley went back to the board and extended the formu he wrote. For a whole three minutes, he kept writing, using the entire length of the bckboard. He noticed Professor Septima's keen gaze too as this was the first time he revealed the full formu.

  Cck!

  "Now, it can predict ninety-nine point nine percent of the time." Dudley started underlining parts of the formu. "This part takes into account the air; this, the temperature; this, the time of the day, this one takes in the humidity, and…."

  Nobody realized when the css came to an end. So absorbed in Dudley's expnation, they just listened to him in awe. What he showed them was not even seventh-year Arithmancy. It was something completely different.

  "I still left point one possibility because you never know what other factors might come into py." He concluded his expnation with that. "And I think the css is over."

  All heads looked at the clock on the wall, realizing the css had been over for half an hour by now. But nobody left and started to write down the formu Dudley had written on the board. By then, only the students truly interested in Arithmancy were left.

  What the… Dudley noticed that even Professor Vector wrote it down on a paper.

  Finally, as the students started to leave, Professor Vector stood up and walked over to Dudley. A smile pstered over her deep red lipstick-cd lips, she gave nods of acknowledgment, looking up at his face. "You truly are gifted in Arithmancy, Mr. Dursley."

  "Thank you, Professor. I think most can achieve this level of proficiency if they study Muggle mathematics seriously," Dudley replied humbly. He knew it wasn't as easy as he made it sound. His mathematics knowledge wasn't just high school level, after all.

  "Ah, that reminds me. I know it's the end of css, but if you don't mind staying a moment, I would greatly appreciate your thoughts on my test Arithmancy research. A second opinion is always invaluable."

  Dudley scratched his head at that request, feeling awkward about how to refuse her. "I… Professor, I promised to meet my friends after css, and…"

  He had promised Susan he'd do her that evening, after all. And he was looking forward to it as it'd been days since his st 'intimate' exchange.

  "I insist, Mr. Dursley. I hope to submit the research to the Department of Magical Education by the end of this term," Professor Vector added, noting the st student leaving the cssroom. "Have a look, I'm sure it'll be worthwhile."

  Ugh, that's why I hate standing out too much. Dudley looked at the woman, a full head shorter than him. In her early forties, while she was no ugly toad like Umbridge, she wasn't a beauty like Lily either.

  Puffy, dark eyes, round face with hints of age lines—Plump was a word he thought of when looking at her. Large breasts and wide hips under those red robes, closer to Molly Weasley in the figure, he reckoned.

  I'm sorry, Susan. I can't afford to annoy the one professor whose subject I truly excel at.

  "Then, I'll take a look, Professor."

  "Thank you." She took out her wand from the oversized robes and flicked it towards the entry. The wooden doors instantly smmed shut and locked. Then, she waved at a chair and made it slide right beside her chair at the teacher's table. "Have a seat, Mr. Durlsey."

  Since when did she become this inviting and talkative?

  Dudley sat down on the chair to her left and waited for her to present her so-called research paper. In the meantime, he looked around at the empty css before him, rows of desks there. Then, he frowned at the recollection that she didn't just shut the door but locked it.

  Why so secretive? What's the research even about?

  "Have a look, Mr. Dursley." Septima pced a thick stack of parchment, bound neatly with a thread, onto the table. "Fifty pages of my life's work—fifteen years of research in Arithmancy. It details how precise calcutions can enhance charm efficiency by factoring in hand movement, verbal accents, and even the caster's age."

  Dudley's eyes widened slightly, his interest truly piqued. If her research was right, could he also get stronger in common magic?

  No wonder she's so secretive about it.

  "Please, take your time reading through it." Septima softly turned open the first page and pushed the entire stack closer to Dudley. However, then her right hand nded on his thigh, her fingers fully spread open, "I truly appreciate you taking out your time."

  Dudley tried to ignore her sudden, shocking touch and looked at the pages. But feeling the warmth of her palm so close to his loins made him miss Susan and Hannah. Just thinking about what he 'could' have been doing, made him go hard.

  "There's… too many pages, Professor. Can't we do this tomorrow?"

  Septima suddenly rubbed her hand across the length of his left thigh, gently going up and down, as if comforting him. Each time her fingers got close to his inner thighs, she would squeeze. Closer and closer, and eventually brushing against his steaming hot, hard erection, right over the pants.

  What the fuck? What? She's… Dudley was shocked. The stern and focused Septima Vector being slutty? Is this research so damn important?

  "Mr. Dursley, I see no need to assign you further homework; your grasp of Arithmancy now rivals, if not surpasses, my own."

  Her hand fully nded on his bulge, fingers circling his throbbing girth with a tight grip.

  "If you can contribute meaningfully to my research, I'm prepared to name you as a co-author. Naturally, I wouldn't expect your efforts to go unrewarded—rest assured, your contributions will be well worth your time."

  "Professor…"

  Is she telling me that I can…

  "I'll give it a try," he replied, weak to the soft squeezes of her hand over his manhood. At the end of the day, while not in the same league as Lily, Professor Septima Vector was one of the better-looking female teachers at school. No sane man would let go of a chance to bang their good-looking professor.

  "Hmm, please proceed."

  Septima shifted in her seat and squeezed sideways, closer to Dudley's side. There was a gleam of excitement in her eyes when she saw his eyes were focused on the words on the paper. Her hand rubbed gently over the small hill that formed on his pants, stroking it with her soft fingers.

  But as she noticed Dudley looking at some pages deeply, not even reacting to her, she hummed and pulled down his zipper swiftly. Her nimble hand tugged out his fully erect, naked cock in all its glory. She gulped audibly at its massive size, the length, and girth a true marvel. He was truly a young man with great vigor, she thought.

  She glided the center of her palm over his cockhead, smearing that precum all over. Then, she brought that hand to her face and licked her palm, getting a taste of the young, raw cream. She licked her palm, drenched it with her spit, and started rubbing, stroking Dudley's girthy manhood.

  "I think this part can be slightly improved, Professor. Oh-on top of the air, we can use the weather conditions too. Some spells may act differently during a thunderstorm, and during… a-a sunny, warm day." Dudley tried his best to focus while enjoying her tender touch. "Hmm… but it'll take some time."

  Septima suddenly stood up and removed her pointy red hat, flicking her loose hair back as she did so. She pushed back her chair and knelt on the floor, crawling under her own office table.

  "Please continue, Mr. Dursley," Septima purred, eyes looking up at him from beneath the table. "I don't mind however long it takes."

  Holy shit! She's actually going for it! Dudley was savoring the moment now. He loved the view, her pale face, those eyes worshiping his virile length from the base to the tip.

  "I wouldn't keep a young man like you bored here. Please write down your suggestions."

  Septima neared and slid her tongue over his twitching length like a popsicle, from the base to the tip. Over and over until every inch of his cock was gleaming wet. She then cupped his balls and suckled them gently with slurping kisses while stroking his flesh wand. She practically worshiped every inch of him, rubbing his rock-hard length all across her face, sniffing it, licking his veins and grooves like a delicacy.

  Then, she took him inside her mouth, slowly letting his flesh enter her parted lips with gentle sucks. His cock went deeper and deeper with each gentle suction. Her pping tongue massaged him as it went in, sthering her warm drool around his cock head.

  After all his length disappeared into her mouth, she started to bob her head on his hot swollen flesh. She moaned and breathed heavily, feeling the hot, throbbing length filling up her entire mouth. Her tongue swished and circled his flesh pole as she pulled her lips back, all the way to his swollen tip, then finally went back down to smother his base. Her warm spit rolled down his shaft as her tongue went back up with slow slithers. She fucked her face herself, moaning and breathing heavily.

  Dudley took long, deep breaths and kept writing on the papers while controlling himself from finishing too early. He could feel the heat of her throat engulf him deep and felt the raging thirst of his cock throb each time she sucked the life out of him.

  He didn't dare to look down anymore, thinking he might explode too quickly if he saw how wet, messy, and hot her mouth was working down there. He could feel her nose constantly tickling his faint pubes, she was deep-throating him. Her gags were audible, the trickling spit sticky around his base. But she didn't seem to be struggling, rather enjoying it.

  "Ugh…" Dudley groaned, feeling so on the edge. He clenched his toes inside his shoes, trying not to spray in her throat.

  Dudley distracted himself, turning page after page, and finally, 30 minutes passed when he finished the st page. He was panting by then, his muscles already tensing up and blood rushing to his head.

  "I'm finished, Professor," he announced quickly.

  With a long hard suck and a pop, Septima took out his cock, leaving it unspilled, flushed and throbbing. Her red lipstick had smeared and drenched his cock a deep shade of red too, making it look sinful and hot.

  She gnced at the scribbles on the pages and stood to her full height before gently leaning her upper body onto her table right beside Dudley's chair. Then, she raised her gown from behind, revealing her plump, fleshy naked legs with faint supple contours of her curvy flesh and the spice of her mature age.

  Eventually, her thick thighs, fleshy, round ass came into view. That pale, malleable flesh, so perfectly soft and springy. She lowered her red panties down to her slender ankles and raised her ass high beside him.

  "I wonder if you'd like to explore this subject more… in-depth, Mr. Dursley?"

  Dudley gulped at the sight of the pale, smooth arches, and practically jumped to his feet.

  He tentatively walked up behind her and took a deeper look, her star-shaped backhole peeking at him. Her plump pussy lips were tightly squeezed between her cushiony legs. It was a silky wet, deep shade of reddish brown, with a subtle hint of dark curls there too.

  "With pleasure, Professor." Oh, he loved how they did something so scandalous and yet remained in character. She called him Mr. Dursley and he called her Professor; almost every schoolboy's first wet dream.

  He aimed his eagerly throbbing cock and slid inside her ripe, wet pussy. He instantly felt the tightness of her loins on his cockhead. So warm and searing, tightly packed around his molten member. He reckoned it must have been a long time since she st had her furnace poked.

  He shoved his entire length right to the depth in one pump, spurred on by her muffled yelp and moan. He wasn't going to go slow, not after half an hour of such agonizing pleasure. He grabbed her asscheeks with wide palms, his fingers sinking into that squishy, supple flesh. He clenched her flesh hard and started thrusting nonstop, already so close to his release after such a blissful blowjob. His hips moved with fervor, shoving his throbbing length to the hilt.

  He panted with gritted teeth, doing his best to st longer than mere minutes.

  He could hear her moan in appreciation, "Yes, Yes, Mr. Dursley…. Ah, take your reward… Draw it from me… Harder!"

  Durley felt even more excited. He grabbed her long, waist-length hair and gripped them around his fist. As his cock plunged in, he pulled her body back to sm onto his cock each time. He could feel her body twitch under him as his pelvic muscles collided with her plump ass.

  "T-Turn around… Professor Vector." Dudley demanded mid-thrust. "I want to… See more… uh…"

  "Aaaah… Oh, I-I'm afraid we ca-can't, Mr. Dursley… Mmmmph… Yesss… Later, perhaps… no time now!"

  Later? This isn't the first and the st?

  Dudley felt so much hotter, her muscles literally gripping around his loins. He thrust faster and harder, going deeper and pushing his feet on the floor. He pushed deeper and packed his sizable cock into her lusty, scorching pussy. Then, out of nowhere, he felt it, Septima's blissful release drowning his shaft in slippery nectar.

  "Umph.. oh.. Mph!" Septima moaned uncontrolbly as she came, a literal squirt that made her go almost numb and fall back to her weak knees. But she couldn't, her body still jolted on the edge of the table as Dudley pounded onto her ass with no mercy.

  "Ghk…" Dudley kept fucking her and grunted harder like a bull, seeing the waves of flesh jiggle on her asscheeks with each shattering thrust. Dudley couldn't help but enjoy the feeling of that juicy, nectar-thered ass spping on his thighs, bouncing on his skin.

  Septima felt the hard throbs of his cock, straining inside her like an iron pole. It was bucking and twisting her insides, colliding with her cervix in perfect rhythm. His wild, young manhood was relentlessly, vigorously churning her leaking juices.

  "Inside! I want every st drop of it inside me, big boy…"

  Hearing that, Dudley forgot every bit of hesitation he had previously and plundered her pussy in that squelching, messy, drenching heat. He pnted himself balls deep and poured out a thick, fat load of cream in his Arithmancy Professor.

  He sprayed into her, scattering his sticky seeds in her flooded garden. He didn't stop there, and kept thrusting many times over, burst after glorious burst until some began to seep out and drizzle down alongside her thighs.

  He squeezed it all out with one st final moment of ecstasy. Then, with a long exhale of hot breath, he finally slumped back weakly on the chair behind him.

  Surprisingly, Septima fell back too and nded on his p, her frothy pussy making a mess all over his pants. But he didn't mind it at all and hesitantly pced arms around her plump belly.

  "I…I think… I'd love to help you research… Professor."

  "Hah." For the first time, she chuckled in front of a student, let alone on his p. "I'm pleased to hear that, Mr. Dursley. And as it happens, I can help you too… I'm aware of your escapades at the storeroom near the kitchen or by the ke."

  "W-What? But I thought I was…?"

  "Hidden?" Septima stood up, stepping out of her red panties, and letting her gown drape around her legs. She turned around and looked at Dudley, or rather his fccid length still out of his zipper, a wet, sticky mess coating his pants. "You were most certainly hidden, but I was curious about your talents and kept an eye on you… No need to feel armed, it's understandable. A man of your virility, talents, and wealth is natural to indulge in... varied interests."

  Where is she leading with this? Dudley noticed her sharp gaze refusing to leave his spent cock.

  "This cssroom is not always under use…"

  Is it happening? My private fun room?

  "I can provide you with a spare key and a copy of my schedule. You may access the cssroom as needed—but strictly for academic purposes, naturally."

  At that, Dudley finally stood up and fixed his clothes before flicking his wand to clean things up. The musky scent of their heated exchange was still lingering in the room, however.

  "Only for academic purposes, Professor, I promise." Dudley accepted her gracious offer. The only thing he wanted to study in that room was biology, after all. It was 'academics' as far as he knew.

  Finally, Professor Vector shuffled through her research papers and found many suggestions that Dudley had written. As if she entered a trance instantly, she grabbed a seat and started reading the papers.

  Dudley grabbed his books and decided to leave. "I'll take my leave, Professor."

  "Collect the keys from me tomorrow."

  "Will do."

  As quick as he could, he left the cssroom and rushed to the Hufflepuff common room. Quickly, he changed his clothes in his dorm room and headed out once again. Careful of his surroundings, he entered the chosen storeroom near the kitchen.

  "Aaaah…"

  As he expected, Susan was already naked, spyed on the bed made out of crates, milky white legs spread wide, finger fucking herself while the other hand mashed her breasts.

  "You-oh… You promised!" She gred at him.

  Dudley was quick to discard his clothes and climb the crates. Wasting no time, he shifted between her legs and lowered his face on her sweltering hot, steamy scentful pussy, a delicacy known to no man but him, a pussy that he had inaugurated.

  And knowing how much Susan loved being eaten out, he readily gifted her that.

  "I'll make it up to you."

  "You better—oooh!"

  He did exactly that. Since he had already drained himself once, he sted far longer than normal. For half an hour he ate her out, and then for an hour, he rammed into her in every position known to them. Face up, face down, by the wall, lifted in his arms, he gave Susan exactly what she was missing.

  A good, memorable fuck.

  "Ah, ooooh… Merlin, fuck!" Susan cried out in ecstasy as she squirmed for the nth time and climaxed atop his shaft, her back pressed into a wall, her legs raised by her lover's mighty arms, while his enormous length dug deep with each ravaging thrust.

  Dudley panted onto her face with each rippling thrust, the cps of his thighs against her dangling ass freely echoed. Sweating in winter, they pressed into each other with a desire to mold into one.

  They kissed, and they bit each other in passion. The erotic mess between Susan's legs turned into a sticky froth, the sound of which was so sensual. She was spent and moaning, mumbling random things.

  "Agh…" Dudley finally approached his edge and lowered his redheaded, big-bosomed lover to the floor, on her knees with her stunning face staring at him with passion-filled eyes. "Open it up… tongue out…"

  He stroked his length from base to the tip at frantic speed. The stickiness made a mess out of his hand, but the rush of pleasure in his head was too much. The itch rising from the deepest part of his core made him hungry.

  "Eh… You know, I also told… Aaah…" Susan opened her mouth as wide as she could, pushing her beautiful, long tongue out with an invitation.

  "There… you go…"

  Dudley bucked and pressed his throbbing cockhead on her tongue and aimed. His strokes grew intense, and then the wave of bliss took over. He sprinkled a more watery, but substantial stream of his batter. Most of it vanished in her mouth, some misfired and nded on her nose and forehead, drenching her face.

  At that point, Susan grabbed his shaft and milked it while suckling the juices from the tip, swallowing all the mess from now and before, licking him like the most delicious meal.

  "Ummm… mh!" She moaned while gobbling his calming length. "Umph…"

  Dudley combed his fingers through her hair while soothing his breath. He closed his eyes and let her lick him all over.

  "Mmmm…" Susan pulled her lips back with a pop, while still holding him in her fist. "By the way, I told my Aunt."

  "What?"

  His eyes shot open, head looking down and matching her gaze.

  "What did you say?"

  "Aunt Amelia knows we shag."

  "..."

  "What? Why?"

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