"Shhhh… Shhhh…. Let's have a talk, Dursley."

  Dudley felt something knot up in his belly and knew his kidnapper had apparated away with him. The air suddenly felt icier and the noises around died down. It felt damp just by breathing, and there was something magically ominous.

  He tried to remain calm, however. It wasn't that he was used to being kidnapped, but the mere realization that the kidnapper was a wizard made fighting futile. He wasn't as powerful magically or proficient yet.

  "What do you want?" he asked.

  "Nothing more than a few words, Dursley."

  Sounds too hoarse. Dudley tried to find the man's identity. A bit insane too.

  "If you're curious about my bank bance, you could just ask the Goblins. Honestly, I've lost track of the exact number myself." Dudley lightheartedly joked and tried to blow his breath, wanting to somehow take off the sack on his head.

  "I don't want your gold, boy! I have enough of that rotting away! I want the truth—a name! You're a Seer, aren't you? Then tell me—who betrayed the Potters?"

  Dudley froze, his brows creasing in an angry frown. He felt furious since being a Seer was a mere excuse. An excuse that not many knew either. Someone had ratted him out, and all he wanted to know was the name now.

  "Sirius? Aren't you Sirius Bck?" Dudley blurted the name. At that point, it was too obvious.

  Woosh!

  The sack over his head was instantly removed.

  Dudley wheezed for a long breath and looked around. It was almost dark all over. Still, he could see the face of his captor. His unkempt hair, dirty clothes, and insane-looking face gave it all away. The man was clearly out of his mind.

  "Tell me, Dursley! Where is he? Where is Peter?! He's the traitor, isn't he? You know where he's run off to, don't you? Spit it out, now!"

  Dudley didn't answer and instead asked another question. "Who told you I'm a Seer?"

  "Doesn't matter, boy! Just give me the pce—tell me where he is! I'll let you go, I swear. Least you can do after all your rotten bullying of Harry!" Sirius went fully unhinged and grabbed Dudley's shoulders, shaking him. "Where?"

  There's only one person who could have told him.

  "It was Lily, wasn't it? Did she tell you about this? Did you both come up with this pn?" Dudley coldly interrogated. "Even though I was ready to help, she still went off and had me dragged off like this?"

  "Listen, boy!" Sirius shook him harder and growled with his foul breath. "She had nothing to do with this! Where's Peter? Tell me—tell me now—or I swear, you'll wish you had!"

  "And what? Prove the Ministry right? And Lily has everything to do with it." Dudley didn't budge from his position. "If you want me to talk, take me to Lily."

  "She has noth—"

  Sirius stopped speaking since he faced Dudley's defiant, resolute gaze. The boy wasn't going to talk no matter what, he realized.

  Too desperate and out of his mind, Sirius didn't even think for a moment and grabbed Dudley's shoulders before apparating away. It was instantaneous, and in the blink of an eye a modest living room, brightly lit by lights came into view.

  Cnk!

  A metallic utensil sound came from the kitchen side, and there stood Lily at the kitchen entryway. Frozen in her pce, adorned in a simple, long brown skirt and a red checkered shirt, sleeves folded. Her hair was tied in a bun as usual, but her face seemed to have lost all emotions.

  "D-Dudley? Sirius? Why are y—"

  "You!" Dudley stormed towards Lily, her slender, curvy mature frame minor before his tall height. As he reached an arm's length from her, he looked down at her face. "You broke my trust and our promise. I told you I'd help, but you went and told him? This unstable bastard? You sent him to kidnap me?"

  Horrified, Lily stepped closer to Dudley and tried to gently nd her hand on his chest. But she failed as Dudley stepped away from her.

  "Dudley, please listen to me. Sirius came to my house and pleaded for help. The only clue I had was from you. I didn't tell him more than—"

  "You told enough." Dudley interrupted her. "You broke the deal. I didn't want to be directly involved in any of this. I had found out some clues, and I was going to share information with you anyway. But no more. I don't care anymore!"

  He looked at Sirius then and felt more annoyed. At the same time, he felt the need for protection. Seeing how easy it was for Sirius to grab him, what was stopping anyone else?

  Thanks for giving me an excuse to get away from this mess. I can help Harry from the sidelines without any of you.

  "You self-centered bastard," he snarled, his voice sharp and frantic. "My life doesn't matter to any of you, does it? Isn't that true, Sirius? As long as you and your friends get what you want, nothing else matters?"

  "Dudley, please…" Lily tried to step closer to him again.

  But Dudley didn't let her get closer. No matter how beautiful she might be, his desire for self-preservation reigned supreme. No beauty was worth stepping into the mud that was Harry Potter's life. Just by being the boy's cousin, he was at risk already. He didn't want any more.

  "Never approach me again." Dudley decred and headed towards the door. He knew this wasn't the end of it. But he finally had a lifeline to rub against Lily's face in case she asked for too much.

  "Stop right there, Dur—"

  "Let him go, Sirius!" Lily growled at Sirius. "You have done enough."

  But after Dudley left, Lily was in pure panic.

  She remembered Dudley telling her that Peter was close already. But now, Dudley refused to get involved any further. Knowing that it was all her fault annoyed her even more.

  She should have kept her mouth shut. Sirius wasn't a sane man even before Azkaban, so trusting him like that was a mistake. Kidnapping Dudley was nowhere in her pns.

  She couldn't sleep that night, and it ate her up. She wanted to do something, but she felt helpless. She felt alone, unable to trust Dumbledore after what happened with Harry.

  But it was a fact that something had to be done. She felt anxious the more she stayed away from Harry.

  "I'll join Hogwarts."

  Sirius, still hiding inside the house, stared at Lily like she was a bigger lunatic than him. "How? There's no bloody open position for teachers! And it's almost the end of term, for Merlin's sake!"

  "No, I won't join as a teacher. There are other ways… but I'll need your help."

  ####

  It was an annoying day since Dudley had to return to the station and get his luggage before finally returning to his home. He ate dinner with his mum and dad and finally retreated to sleep in his room.

  He felt slightly worried that someone might have seen him and Sirius together, even if it was a kidnapping. He truly didn't want to be involved with the dark side or the light side. All he wanted was to make money while preserving his life.

  I need to find protection. I hope Professor Septima's research bears fruit.

  Eventually, he fell asleep, having too much pnned for his two-week-long holiday. This time, he wanted to dedicate his attention to the magical side of his business. Mainly the bank. Finding fat-pocketed investors wasn't going to be easy as a Muggle-born.

  Though, in his dreams, he found some excitement as a certain redheaded woman warmed him up well. Surprisingly, it wasn't Susan, nor a young one, but rather one mature magical woman with green eyes.

  When the morning came and he woke up, he felt the firm, saluting erect pole in his pajamas. Slightly annoyed by not having someone to help him, he pushed himself under a hot shower and did what the average d in Hogwarts did—Hand Practice.

  He felt fresh after the self-care and ate breakfast with Vernon and Petunia. The big, fat Vernon was living his best life now, having found rexation in the mere fact that his son was a billionaire and a wizard. Heck, the man even went to the gym, not that it was helping. As for Petunia, the woman seriously got into cooking as she could afford a top-of-the-line modur kitchen now.

  For Dudley, it was a win as he faced almost no bitterness in the family now. As if the Dursley couple from a few years ago was totally different from the current one.

  "I'll be visiting on Sundays," he informed his parents. "Got a lot of work in London."

  "Don't worry about it, pumpkin. Your father and I fully support you." Petunia instantly chimed in with complete agreement.

  As long as I keep printing money, right?

  "I'm so proud of you, son."

  Who said money can't buy peace and happiness?

  Soon, he dressed up neatly in modern clothes, but never overdid it by wearing suits. Just a simple shirt, pants, and formal shoes with sleeves folded. His rented luxury car was no longer a sedan but a van instead since it gave way for a nice, recliner seat with massage features and whatnot. He liked it far more than any other car.

  Yet again, he couldn't wait to learn Apparition.

  Regardless, he arrived at his London office in a few hours and held a quick meeting. It was time to expand D&D Capital by hiring some more core Senior Associates. So, with Edwin Hughes' aid, he started to look through the resumes of men he knew from his past life.

  Soon enough, he found two candidates. A man named Peter Williams, a twenty-year veteran already with great insight. Dudley selected the man for the Real Estate side of the business. He then selected Rupert Davis as Senior Associate for showbiz. From movies to shows to anything concerning entertainment.

  With that, he finally had the blueprint of the future behemoth that D&D Capital was going to be. Finance, Real Estate, and Entertainment.

  "I've only got two weeks, Edwin. Call these two in for a meeting here at the office. I'll interview them myself, see if they can follow instructions while still thinking for themselves," Dudley decided and then looked at a few other names. Just hiring the Senior Associates wasn't going to help. He needed more assisting staff to fill the cabins. "I'll also be setting up an independent HR department to report directly to me. Make sure to remind everyone to keep their behavior professional."

  Knock! Knock!

  Dudley paused and looked at the door of his luxurious office. It opened and his assistant peeked inside delicately. She fixed her gsses and reported. "Boss, a man named Lucius Malfoy says he has an appointment with you. I can't find it in the schedule."

  Oh? Dudley stood up. The bee appears; smelling the honey?

  "Bring him in. This one's a private matter."

  Edwin understood the meaning and gathered his files before leaving the room. A few minutes ter, the door opened again and a regally dressed Lucius Malfoy walked in. The man looked like a clown in Dudley's eyes.

  Long leather coat, draping blonde hair, and a cane in his hand. The man didn't even try to fit in with the muggles. But again, Lucius had no reason or desire to fit in.

  "Mr. Malfoy." Dudley welcomed him by simply standing where his seat was. "Please, have a seat."

  Lucius was looking around the whole time, staring at the various decorations, expensive wood interiors, and everything else that resembled the epitome of opulence. The entire office was a show of wealth, not some simple workspace.

  Money was power, even in the magical world. But Lucius also had a family history, reach, and influence to match it. In his eyes, Dudley was just a small fry who got rich because of luck.

  Thud!

  Lucius stopped knocking his cane on the floor and took a seat in front of Dudley. He stared at the young Wizard the same age as his son, unable to stop himself from feeling a hint of jealousy. He wished Draco was like this.

  "I heard about the bet you made with my son." Lucius started straight from the point. "It is reassuring, at least, that you seem capable of honoring it when you lose."

  "If I lose." Dudley pyfully corrected him. "Besides, it's just friendly banter."

  For a while, Lucius stayed silent, observing every little hint of change on Dudley's face. To his disappointment, he found nothing but pride and confidence in Dudley's expressions.

  "You have my attention if that's what you were seeking," Lucius stated.

  As expected. He's no fool. Dudley nodded and opened his table drawer. He took out a thick stack of folders and pushed it towards Lucius.

  "Have a look, Mr. Malfoy. It took me some time to calcute, and with whatever information was avaible, I was able to calcute the losses we wizards face due to the inefficiency of Goblins and their personal greed. Your account is also mentioned."

  Hearing the mention of his account, Lucious took off his leather gloves and turned the pages of the file. At first, he had a sneer on his face, but eventually, it shaped into a displeased frown.

  "A thirty percent loss? Do you have any idea how rge that figure is when concerned with my wealth?" Lucius asked him, his tone showing his disbelief. "The Goblins know they can't afford to anger us—"

  "Do they have to? Whenever you walk into Gringotts, do you not feel their loathing? Their disgusted gaze? Their greedy little hands pying with gold? They don't care, Mr. Malfoy, because they hold the wealth of the wizarding world. They do it because they have nobody to compete with. Why does one Quidditch team try harder than another? Because they've got competition. But Gringotts? What reason do they have to improve?"

  Lucius hummed and focused on Dudley. "What do you propose?"

  "A bank," Dudley said with a hint of pride, carefully expining his pn. "...If you join in, your wealth could grow tenfold. You'll have equity in the bank based on what you invest, but I'd handle the managing and controlling side since I'll be guaranteeing all the money. I've already lined up other investors—I'm meeting Mrs. Zabini about it soon."

  Lucius sneered at that name. He was well aware of how Mrs. Zabini gathered her wealth. But he didn't bother with it for now. He was more curious about Dudley's idea. In matters of money, he had enough brain to put profits first and everything else second. It was a fact that Dudley was among the richest in the world already, and the speed was unfathomable.

  The blonde-haired pureblood went on to ask dozens of questions to Dudley.

  Meanwhile, Dudley silently schemed on how he was going to dilute the fuck out of Lucius' share in the bank. His idea was simple, he'd continue to pump his own money into the bank as an investment fund. He'll force Lucius to invest everything he has to keep up with Dudley and avoid decreasing his share. Eventually, Dudley pnned to use Lucius' affiliation with the Dark Lord to deem all Malfoy assets illegal. At that point, he'd just need to buy that seized share. The pn was the same for other pureblood families who'd invest.

  The real trick was in the fact that most rich wizards were generational rich. They didn't have any money-making assets. Meanwhile, Dudley had a stock market gold mine equivalent in his memories.

  But still, Lucius was going to be the happiest man in the world when the profits poured in for the first few years.

  "Eventually, I want to build a bank just for the wizards, by the wizards. We'll take everything away from those bastard Goblins until they have nothing left. We'll see if they still look down on us."

  Lucius smirked, finding something in common with Dudley at least, despite their different blood status.

  At that point, more than an hour had already passed. Lucius, to his own surprise, failed to realize how much he had spoken with Dudley. It shocked him to remember that Dudley was the same age as his son, yet the difference in their mental maturity was so grand.

  "I shall consider your proposal and provide my answer within two days," Lucius stood up to leave. "Should you succeed in rallying others to your cause, I would, of course, be inclined to invest."

  Dudley also stood up and extended his hand towards the man, trying to see if he would shake it.

  A sneer formed on Lucius' face. The man quickly put on his leather gloves and then shook Dudley's hand.

  Dudley watched the man leave through the door. In his heart, he felt bitter. It was clear by the gesture. No matter what, Lucius was incapable of putting behind his pureblood rotten ideology.

  Yeah, I'm going to ruin you beyond your worst nightmares, Malfoy.

  ####

  Mrs. Zabini was a famed woman in the wizarding circle. The rumors about her weren't just limited to Britain either. No, they traveled far and wide beyond the pond. Yet, the woman didn't care about them and lived her life in utter luxury.

  Described by many as ethereally beautiful, the woman married seven wizards who each died in mysterious circumstances, leaving her with a rge amount of wealth from each. Enough wealth to st her generations. Enough wealth to make her one of the richest witches in the country.

  And for money, Dudley Dursley found himself standing in front of the massive mansion's entrance. Dressed in a fine, bck suit, his hair done neatly, he had come for the pnned dinner with the woman.

  Let's be careful with this one. She might just be a bloody succubus at this point.

  Creak!

  The massive, twin wooden doors opened magically on their own.

  Dudley walked inside carefully, finding the ck of a house elf confusing. But he did notice the luxury that was on dispy. Gold gilded ceilings and edges, massive chandeliers, paintings on the walls, and gss showcases of various artifacts. The mansion felt less like a house and more like a museum.

  Eventually, he approached the rge living area of the mansion. A three, three-seater couch set was pced in front of the hearth, a coffee table in the middle. On one of the couches, he found a lone woman sitting.

  Succubus! Definitely a bloody succubus. How can a woman be this beautiful at this age?

  Dudley approached the couches with heavy steps. Soon enough, the woman reacted to him and stood up. To his surprise, she was almost as tall as him, her skin glowing a rich golden, reddish-brown. Her dress was a single-piece sleeveless gown made of white silk. Two thin strings held the gown on her amber shoulders, the neck area was so wide that her rge, dangling bust was barely covered. He was almost certain she wasn't wearing a bra.

  Her figure was truly curvaceous, an hourgss of allure, with wide hips that any man would cherish. A long slit ran all the way down from one side of her hips, making one of her slender soft legs stand out in pure dispy. Besides that, her long dark, wavy hair was utterly beautiful, alongside her dark hazel eyes, contrasting well with her red lipstick.

  A small mole was also above the right side of her subtly smiling lips, a small detail that heightened the allure significantly. She looked like a movie star from the 1940's; charming, elegant, regal.

  I can feel it already. Dudley felt warmth between his legs. There was something seriously sexually magical about the woman. Let's be careful. Let's not be her poor eighth husband.

  "It's a pleasure to finally meet you, Mrs. Zabini. You are truly… beautiful."

  "Hah." The woman throatily chuckled, even her voice was so seductive, bordering hoarseness and deep, yet feminine. Her one arm was pressed under her bust, while the other hand held a golden cigarette holder that she used occasionally to take puffs. "And I too enjoy… what I'm seeing."

  Jesus Christ. This milf. Dudley tried not to stare at her rge melons and long dusky legs. It's gonna be one hell of a night.

  "Do sit, Mr. Dursley. You've intrigued me more than you realize." Mrs. Zabini settled gracefully, her legs crossing to reveal a tantalizing glimpse through the gown's daring cut. "Right here, if you please."

  Seeing her pat the seat beside her, Dudley bit his tongue to stay focused and approached her. He could feel something in the air already. Something sensual that was making him horny and daring. He wanted to bed this woman right away, he felt.

  "So young, so accomplished. Men like you, Mr. Dursley, are a rare delight. Your quick and consistent rise is a decration that it isn't a fluke—it speaks of destiny." Mrs. Zabini shifted closer to Dudley's side until her hips squeezed into his flesh. The warmth of her body was noticeable even with their clothes between them. "Tell me, Mr. Dursley. How did you do it?"

  "Not that hard when you know Arithmancy and Muggle mathematics," Dudley replied in a restrained manner. He felt stiff in her company as if he was in a tigress' ir. "Investing money is a bit like the lottery. It's risky, but if you're careful and think it through, you can come out ahead."

  "Hmm, so it's like finding a good man?" Mrs. Zabini shifted even closer, squeezing her flesh harder into him. Her free hand shamelessly nded on his p, not even on the thighs but straight in the middle of his p. "Oh, darling, I'm afraid I'm rather poor at making decisions. If I were better at it, perhaps my husbands wouldn't be dead... and I wouldn't be left to my own devices. It's so lonely."

  Focus, Dudley. You're here to get money from her, not giving it to her. Dudley proudly reciprocated her hand movement.

  He turned to her more, pcing one elbow on the couch's backrest behind her with a rexed expression, as if he was tempted but still in control. His other hand slid under the slit in her long gown and tasted her warm, sweet chocote-like thighs. He shamelessly squeezed his hand between her legs, feeling the oozing warmth from her core, inches away from his fingertips.

  But to his shock, Mrs. Zabini suddenly uncrossed her legs as she leaned back on the backrest, giving him ample room to reach for her loins. Her long graceful neck tilted towards him as if challenging him to lean in a bit more, perfectly pcing herself under his looming shadow. Her hand also ventured further and slid over the bulge growing in his pants. Up and down, over and over like she was petting a beloved cat.

  They both locked eyes, as her long red nails traced his throbbing shaft over his pants. The ticklish thrill made his erection harder, dangling him on the edge of temptation.

  "Dinner is still an hour away, Mr. Dursley." Mrs. Zabini murmured breathily and twisted her body towards him, bringing her face closer to his, her mature yet beautiful features turning even more apparent. "Won't you be a dear and keep this lonely woman company... just until then?"

  Yeah, she wants it. She wants the dick. Dudley knew it now. There was only one direction their exchange was going. Let's be the one in control.

  Dudley squeezed his hand closer to her loins and pressed his finger on her soaking slit. He could feel the dampness seeping through the thin cy material, hot and scorching. His finger followed the sensual shape, slowly pressing down on her swollen nub.

  "Of course, Mrs. Zabini. I'd love to accompany you… this evening."

  "Wonderful…" Mrs. Zabini leaned in even more towards his side and gently brought her face up to kiss him.

  But Dudley had no intention of being passive. He maintained control and pushed her shoulder back on the couch, entangling the thin strap of her dress with two fingers, and pulling it down her smooth shoulders. He leaned down towards her, burying his face in the curve of her neck, licking down and kissing her chestnut skin.

  The hand on her shoulder trailed down her colrbone, feeling the hum of her breath on his palm as he was now certain she wasn't wearing any kind of bra. Her rge pair of assets were still full and soft, her skin felt velvety under his touch. He cupped one in his rge palm, squeezing greedily.

  Mrs. Zabini moaned as she closed her eyes in enjoyment. "Ooh… Mr. Dursley! So impatient… Hmmm… Such a direct man… I love it."

  Finally, on his own accord, Dudley pecked butterfly kisses up her neck and suckled on her deep red lips. He tasted her incredible lipstick, swishing his tongue in her mouth to plunder. He felt no resistance, but a subdued sense of submission lingered on her tongue.

  Let's keep this under wraps. No penetration. No fucking penetration!

  Dudley's mind kept reminding himself of the boundaries he had to keep, but his mouth feasted on her lips entirely. His hand molded her breasts wildly, gripping and squeezing the simmering swells.

  Mrs. Zabini's hand was still recklessly rubbing his bulge, grinding and pressing, gripping around him as far as she could. Her tongue struggled against his, slurping on his spit, the thirst was obvious. She welcomed his every touch, feeling the tantalizing sensation of being pyed with.

  Then finally, feeling breathless, she stopped kissing and pulled back. "Let's see what else you can impress me with, Mr. Dursley…"

  She slid down on her knees on the floor, pcing herself between his legs. Her dress hung tightly around her midsection and her voluptuous, naked breasts settled right between his knees.

  She unbuckled his pants eagerly and took out his hot swollen cock. Her eyes slightly widened as she found his straining size rger than she had anticipated. She held his girthy cock with one hand, its length longer than her face even.

  She licked her lips with the tip of her pink tongue, her hunger clearly shown. But her words still sounded as if she was in control. "Ummm… Normally I eat desserts after the meal but this time… A little taste won't hurt."

  "Go on, be a good girl. You don't need to be shy," Dudley said as he pced his hand on her head.

  Mrs. Zabini felt a slight tingle in her loins as he said that. She hadn't been a "good girl" in such a long time, it gave her a lewd kind of thrill. She felt his hand tangle in her dark hair but without pushing her down, leaving the humiliating task of lowering her face to herself.

  This felt new, for no other man before dared to toy with her like this.

  She licked his swollen cockhead and took him in. Her lips were almost fully stretched by the first inch, tasting sweat and the faint bitterness of precum from his girthy crown. She bobbed her head along his length willingly, careful of her teeth, maintaining a firm suckle with her lips and trying as best she could to use her tongue to massage him. She took half of him in, filling up her mouth until she barely felt him at the back.

  "Aren't you ecstatic, Mrs. Zabini? Is this what you wanted?" Dudley asked, now using his hand to manipute Mrs. Zabini's head, forcing her mouth to suck him more vigorously.

  Impatient, he suddenly pumped in deep, making the older woman gag around his cock as his cockhead pressed against the back of her throat harder.

  Her eyes widened, feeling him squeeze between her tonsils.

  Then, eventually, Dudley pulled back and held her head firmly. He trailed the head of his cock over her full lips so the woman could start properly worshiping his swollen crown with her tongue, sliding it up over its sensitive head and small opening. Her hot saliva smeared all over his cock, gleaming and sticky.

  "More! Yes, yes… I long for this… a true man… Yesss!" She mumbled incoherently, her breast swaying between his legs.

  Before she could say another word, Dudley pushed her head back down. This time he went deep into her throat.

  Dudley slumped back on the couch and grabbed her head with both hands, pushing her down until she gagged once again. Almost as the sensation registered, Dudley pulled her head back, then pushed her down, hips thrusting in time until he was fucking Mrs. Zabini's face in a fast, merciless rhythm.

  "Ghk! Ghk!" She choked and sputtered, trying hard to take those small chances of breathing through her nose. She took every st inch of him until her nose hit the patch of hair at the base of his cock. Her mascara was in ruins, her lips smeared cherry red all over from being stretched and fucked for a long while. Her hands gripped his thighs in greed, craving that sweet taste of his virile cream.

  "Good girl, so so good. I'm gonna come, just a little bit more." Dudley encouraged, his eyes closed and his hips jerked deeper into her sweltering throat. Dudley could feel every vibration of her moans trapped in her throat and it felt so fucking good around his twitching cock.

  "You better… swallow all that creamy dessert you wanted!" Dudley ordered.

  He couldn't hold on anymore. He abandoned himself to pleasure and rode the wild and wonderful waves of sheer ecstasy. It was just a different sensation of fucking the mouth of a proud, wealthy witch double his age and yet in the prime of her physical beauty.

  Looking at her ruined face, her messy hair and her dangling breasts gave him that st amazing push. His sticky seeds spurted out into her hot mouth like a fountain of youth, filling up her throat to the brim, engulfing his own cock with the heat of the climax.

  "Ummmm…"

  Mrs. Zabini sealed her lips around his shaft, and pped up everything with her tongue, continuously swallowing down all of his cream in audible gulps all the while her dreamy, tired eyes dared to stare into Dudley's.

  She cleaned every st drop of semen from his cock, even licking the folds of his foreskin with her slithering tongue and suckling on his entire length.

  Dudley gulped as he felt his throat going dry, the sucking sensations of her gulps felt otherworldly. He rexed, enjoying the aftercare of her sweeping tongue.

  But then he felt it, she kept sucking and licking around his cock head, making his knees go weak and his hips writhe in reaction. His sensitivity was at its peak, it felt as if his soul was being sucked out of his cock. Over and over, her gulps pulled out the st drops in his shaft with force.

  He couldn't stand it and eventually had to push her face away from his cock. His breath panted uncontrolbly, his knees buckling.

  God damn it, woman. Are you really a succubus?

  "Ummm… Salty but… savory." Mrs. Zabini licked her messy fingers while locking her gaze on Dudley the whole time. She smirked as if her mission had been achieved. "How about the main course now, Mr. Dursley?"

  "Indeed, Mrs. Zabini. I'm famished." Dudley jumped to his feet, tidied his pants, and left the living room. He knew she was talking about another kind of main course, but he deflected it with the real one. "Let's have dinner."

  He found his own way to the dining area and took a seat without asking the host. Behind him, Mrs. Zabini also followed soon and sat down opposite him, her gown already fixed back in pce. Her face remained flustered, a mess of mascara and makeup that she had somewhat salvaged from tissue wipes.

  But then he felt her feet tease him under the table. There were indeed house elves, but they barely appeared in the open to disturb them.

  Is she in heat or something?

  "Mrs. Zabini, I have come here to seek your investment in a new bank I'm creating. It's different from the Goblins' bank—It will be run by wizards, for wizards. The returns will be higher, the service far better, and—"

  "I'm interested." Mrs. Zabini blurted, "You've proven yourself enough. As long as you can guarantee that I won't lose my initial investment, I don't mind."

  That was fucking easy.

  "Well then, let's raise a gss to prosperous investments." Dudley raised the gss awkwardly.

  Mrs. Zabini raised her gss too, but her smirk spoke a different story. "To our future meetings."

  Looking for another husband to kill? In your dreams, witch.

  Having secured the investment, Dudley ate as fast as he could. He gobbled down everything, downed the wine, finished the dessert, and stood up before Mrs. Zabini could even finish her actual main course.

  The woman tried to hold him back, asking him to accompany her for some after-dinner drinks. The signs were clear as day—she wanted to be dicked down.

  Fighting his masculine instincts, Dudley had no such pns and escaped in the middle of the night. This time, he flew on his broom since wizards lived too far apart.

  Things I do for money… I feel like a back alley hooker… ugh.

  Yes, Mrs. Zabini was beautiful. Yes, he'd have loved to pin her down and fold her body while drilling into her hot pussy. But knowing her past record made it hard to guess her intentions.

  For women like her, it was best to maintain distance.

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  "Rupert, as the head of the entertainment side, I want you to buy a few rights that I'll list. Get me those at all costs. Furthermore, start investing in Disney slowly until we have a big enough stake to be heard. In addition, slowly take over one of the big three music bels. It's a long-term, ten-year-long strategy."

  By then, my investments in tech would have made me wealthier than any man in history.

  Knock! Knock!

  Once again, a knock came on his door. Dudley sighed and looked at the assistant, a true eye candy with a very curvy figure. But he never touched her since she was happily married with kids. Just admiring something pretty was enough.

  "Sir, a woman named Tonks is here. She says you'd know if I told you her name."

  Tonks? I don't think I ever had anything to do with her. What's going on?

  "Let her in," Dudley ordered and looked at Rupert. "Can you give me a moment?"

  "Sure, boss."

  Moments ter, the door was pushed open and two figures walked inside. The one at the lead was blue-haired Tonks, a woman he was interested in but didn't expect to meet so early. But the second figure, a man, was completely unknown.

  "Welcome to D&D Capital." Dudley got up from his seat to welcome them. "How can I help you? Take a seat. Would you like some tea?"

  "I'm afraid we can't, Mr. Dursley," Tonks replied and showed her Auror badge. "I'm Auror Tonks from the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, Ministry of Magic. This is…"

  The tall, blonde-haired, middle-aged man took out his badge too, but this one was different. "I am Auror Charles Stone from MACUSA."

  Ministry and MACUSA together?

  At that point, Dudley did feel slightly curious. What could prompt the two agencies to work together?

  "Mr. Dursley," Charles continued, "You are suspected of unfair no-maj trade practices by using magic to gain an advantage."

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