Chapter 67. Wrong twin

Altair walked down the hallway in frustration. Professor Evans had taken Lavender away, seemingly intent on screwing him over.

He hid one of his hands in his trousers to conceal the erection that seemed to have no intention of getting off. The students gathered around him, sensing his mood.

"Altair," said a girl. "I was looking for Lavender."

When he turned to look at her, he saw Padma, the Indian girl.

'Why the hell not?' He motioned for her to follow him. They walked for a while until they reached an empty hallway.

Altair wasn't affectionate. Suddenly, he pushed her into a broom closet.

She let herself be led like a sheep being herded.

"It's Lav here?"

His lips sought hers as his hands traced her curves. The girl let out a squeal of surprise, her hands going to his shoulders. At first, she pushed him away, as if to make him stop. But when he began to explore her mouth with his tongue, she gave in.

Altair felt her moan against his lips. His restless hands caressed her cinnamon-coloured legs. He didn't get straight to the point, but he made his intentions clear.

"Please, stop," she murmured, pulling away from the kiss. Her words were meaningless, though, as she looked at him with eyes that said 'fuck me'.

"Really?" he asked, taking her by the neck. He applied just enough force to show dominance, but no pressure.

"No, fuck, no!" she said, seeking him out this time.

Her hands slipped inside his robe, seeking to caress his body. He smiled inwardly. He bit her lip, earning a moan.

The girl was wearing slightly loose trousers. Altair pulled them down hard, possibly tearing them in the process. He would repair them later — that's what studying magic was for. She was wearing blue knickers, which he deliberately tore off. She let out a cry of surprise.

"I've been wanting to do this again since Christmas," he said, licking her neck with his tongue.

"I am not, mhm!" she moaned, pressing her lips together.

"What?" he asked teasingly. "Don't you want to?" he asked as he began to unbuckle his belt.

She looked at him as if she were in internal conflict. She closed her eyes. Surrendering to her desires, she helped him unbuckle his trousers.

"Merlin!" she cried when she saw its size. It was the most monstrous thing she had ever seen in her entire life. And that made her even hornier.

"Come on, Padma, you know it well," he said. She looked at him angrily, but said nothing.

Altair searched the room. There was nothing but dust and old, dusty brooms. Nowhere to lay her down to fuck her properly.

"I'm not—"

"A slut?" he interrupted. He grabbed her by the hips and lifted her off the floor with ease. "I remember I had to force you to take the contraceptive potion," he said, hitting her cunt with his cock. He lined himself up. She opened her mouth seductively as the tip of the cock entered her vagina.

"I don't mean—SHIT!" Altair entered her with one thrust, interrupting her.

Her vagina tightened around him. It felt different to how he remembered it. At this point in his life, Altair could pass as a professional pussy taster.

"You're tighter," he said. His hands held her hips. He lifted her up and let her fall. She wrapped her feet around his back.

"I'm Parv—ah!-ti" she moaned.

Altair stopped dead in his tracks. Looking at her more closely, he could see the differences between her and her sister.

"Should I stop?" asked the black-haired man. He knew the answer. He can see it in her eyes.

"Don't you dare!" She braced her legs to take him inside her.

"You're a slut, just like your sister," he said, resuming his thrusts. "I wonder if your mother was a slut, too," he said.

"Don't talk about her!" she said, less angry than she intended. Moaning between each word didn't help her look rude.

"One day, I'm going to fuck you and Padma together. I'm going to compare the twin pussies of Hogwarts," he warned her.

"Don't talk about that," she said, but she began to pant more intensely. "No, no, no, something's happening to me," she began to say.

"You like the idea, Parv?", he asked nicely.

"I don't", she moaned.

"I'm going to cum in your pussy, just like I came in your sister's," he told her.

"Damn it, I'm coming!" She pushed her hips towards him.

"Come for me, Parvati. Come with your best friend's boyfriend's cock inside you," he said. She opened her eyes at his words.

"Forgive me, Lav!" she cried out, climaxing violently.

Altair finished inside her a few seconds later.

It was a huge load; the frustration of being interrupted by Lily had built up over time.

"Ahhh!" he exclaimed with satisfaction after pulling out of her. "I really needed that."

"Me too", she agreed with him.

Was it wrong that his way of relieving stress was through sex? Probably. What other options did he have besides therapy?

Therapy wasn't available for the moment.

Altair helped Parvati to recover. The girl had just had the trip of her life. She wasn't just some NPC he slept with and forgot about. He helped her get dressed and made sure she could walk properly.

Then, with his balls emptied, he retired to his room. His mood had improved considerably.

[Status]

Altair Regulus Asmodeus (House Black)

Race: Human-Demon Hybrid.

Title: Lustful Wunderkind. Wunderkind.

Profession: Magician.

Mana (Evans): 36,308

Health: 100%

[Physical]

Speed: 31 (+25,600)

Strength: 29 (+25,600)

Reflexes: 38 (+25,600)

Endurance: 26 (+25,600)

Vitality: 35 (+51,200)

[Spirit]

Intelligence: 116 (+25,600)

Wisdom: 104 (+51,200).

Soul: 109 (+51,200).

Stats points: 70

Status Reset Tokens

Price: 3

[SP: 111,400]

He looked at the point added to his intelligence. He wondered how he should spend the seventy points he had accumulated. He decided to add them to Wis and Soul. His intelligence would grow steadily anyway, so it wasn't necessary to add points there. Wis and soul were more difficult to obtain.

[Spirit]

Intelligence: 116 (+102,400)

Wisdom: 126 (+51,200).

Soul: 126 (+51,200).

Stats points: 31

He left them just ten points above Int to avoid causing an imbalance in his magic.

Mana (Evans): 40,832.

He increased his mana by more than ten thousand in less than a week. His growth rate had entered an exponential phase.

He wondered how much power his father would have if it were measured in those units.

'Power isn't everything,' he thought, entering his room.

"Bella," he called to his mother.

She was curled up between the Altair and Lyra dolls he had gifted her for Christmas. She looked so happy that he felt bad for disturbing her.

She only got up when she heard his voice.

"I'm going to take you somewhere so you can teach me. You promised, remember?" he continued. She nodded enthusiastically. "Let's go then," he said.