HP: The Magical Gamer [Chapter 148: Murderous Stare! ] (Patreon)

"Mum, calm down. Take a deep breath and think about your own position. We don't exactly need your permission, do we? If you're going to be against us, then we can just disappear right now. We don't really need you, do we? We are able enough to survive on our own and live without you. We can just leave the house if you want. We can leave you if you wish." 

Even as the words left his mouth, he felt his heart clench in pain. He knew his words would hurt her deeply, but for the moment, he too was beyond angry and unmindful of his poisonous words which would take root in her heart to never get uprooted.

Like an arrow, it struck her and injured her.

Her eyes filled up and all her anger vanished in an instant, she hunched over and hid her face in her hands, crying silently, her whole body shaking from her voiceless sobs.

A slap connected to Harry's face, courtesy of Iris, as she glared at him murderously. He wasn't even angry at her for this. He had deserved that slap.

Walking around the table, to their mother, she hugged her firmly. "He is a moron, mum. We still need you. And will always do. Funnily enough, he needs you the most. He is a mama's boy through and through. He's being just angry and stupid at the moment. Please forgive him. You know how much he loves you."

Harry too moved beside her and squeezed her shoulder. "I'm sorry, mum. Please don't cry. I just said it in the fit of anger. I'll never abandon you, I promise." His words were full of regret as he watched his dear mother cry her eyes out.

"Fine. Have your way, children. But I have one condition. And if you've ever loved me for once then you'll agree to it." She said, wiping her tears and looking at them gently with red rimmed eyes.

"What is your condition, mum?" Harry asked, taking her hand in his and squeezing it between his palms, drawing a small tired smile from her.

"1 month, Iris. Wait one month and see if your desire is really a true one or just a side effect of your sudden growth. In this time, examine your feelings for your brother and see if you really want to love him in that way and mar your heartwarming platonic relationship." She requested, sending a pleading look at her daughter.

Iris sighed but nodded. "Fine. I'll do that. But what about Harry? He can't exactly wait a month."

"Leave him to me. He's my son and my responsibility. I'll have sex with him until you are ready. I don't want you to jump into his bed just because he needs it. I want you to consider your own wants and desires. You shouldn't have sex with someone just because the other party wants it. Don't spoil your first time." Lily announced, silencing both of them, causing them to go into stupor.

Iris was itching to argue. She was overflowing with unquenchable jealousy and possessiveness. She didn't want Harry to have sex with anyone. He was hers. She wanted only herself to be allowed to touch him, to kiss him and make love to him. And yet she nodded, knowing that they had put their mother through enough pain. "Okay."

"Good. Go to your room, Iris. And Harry, come to my room." Lily ordered, standing up and leaving the kitchen without another backward glance.

Iris sighed, sharing a depressed look with Harry and kissed him quickly on the lips, before following her mother's instruction and leaving him be.

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When Harry stepped into her room, she was already in the middle of undressing herself.

Her robes laid on the floor, pooled around her feet. She was unclipping her bra as he closed the door behind him. Her shapely long legs were uncovered for his eyes. He walked around her and sat on the edge of the bed, facing her.

She barely glanced at him, her bra falling on the ground.

"You know, mum, it's my first time too. If you're just going to do it with that sad frustrated face, then just don't do it. I still think my idea with the undead is the right one. They won't look at me as if I am some disease, they would instead look up at me with adoration and feel blessed to get my attention." He sighed, as his mother pulled down her knickers and flung it in the corner of the room.

She stiffened at his accusation, her anger dissipating with guilt shimmering in her emerald eyes. "I am sorry, Harry. In trying to protect Iris, I forgot that you too were forced into this. I apologise. I'm not even angry at you, baby. I'm just disgusted by these circumstances. On one hand, I'm grateful to the Creator for saving us from the tragedy of becoming slaves. But on the other hand, I'm crossed with him for indirectly coercing you into this."

Harry offered her a helpless smile. "That's exactly how I feel about him, mum. I'm grateful to him for everything that he did for me, but I also hate him for all of his manipulations."

She shared his smile, walking to him and standing near him.

She placed her hands on his shoulders, squeezing them, and said, "As for why I'm so against the idea of you using your undead in that way, I just don't want you to develop toxic habits. As you have said, the undead adore you, they won't say no to anything, and you being new to sex might do something bad and cruel, thinking it a normal practice.

"I'm here to teach you safely and guide you through it. I don't trust anyone other than me for this job. It has to be me, however much I dislike it. Thankfully, this will prepare you enough to make Iris' first time a little easier and more pleasurable.”

“It is a fool's hope to even think that Iris would turn back from her path. You both are too stubborn to heed my warning. The least I can do is ensure that when you both have sex, it'll be fun and a lot less torturous."