HP: The Magical Gamer [Chapter 165: Yield?! ] (Patreon)

"You really are shameless, aren't you? Flirting with a woman who is the same age as your mother. Fine, you can kiss me if you win. And if you lose, I will like to know your secrets."

Harry shrugged, hiding his surprise that she acceded, not even worried about losing. "Okay."

She shook her head at his arrogance, taking him as an overconfident ponce.

Pride comes before a fall.

The two stood opposite of each other, at a certain distance, their wands ready by their sides.

"Begin!" yelled Proserpina.

She was the one who threw the first spell.

A simple stunner, most probably trying to go easy on him.

Harry had his own game to play. He had to hold back, of course. If he didn't, she wouldn't even be able to see him before he was standing in front of her.

But even then, he kept his speed unnaturally fast compared to hers. No need to hide too much of his abilities. She deserved to see some of it.

He dodged her spell and ran towards her, shocking her at his barbaric approach.

She quickened her pace and showered him with harmless spells.

Unfortunately for her, he was quick. Too damn quick. In just the first half of the minute, he had closed the distance between them.

Proserpina saw him getting nearer after each spell cast, but couldn't do anything about it other than run away. She could shift into her serious battle mode and start using her special elemental spells, but she wouldn't.

They were too dangerous to be used in a friendly spar.

Even if she thought that Harry could take it, she wouldn't risk it. She did not want to kill him accidentally.

In the end, Harry jumped before her, ducking her punch and gripping her wand arm. "Yield?"

She gritted her teeth, nodding. "Yield."

Could she have tried to physically attack him? Of course, but seeing his speed and build, it wouldn't have worked much. And she was averse to wrestling with a horny teen. That would be asking for a disaster.

"You are–" She was cut off short as he grabbed her around the waist and pulled her against him, mashing her body against his. She froze, blanking, as he hugged her lewdly, pressing into her.

"So, may I get my kiss now?" He whispered, breathing on her neck. Maybe Harry would have been more courteous if he wasn't that pent up. But since he hadn't had sex that day, every hour was bringing him closer to the explosion. Thankfully, he wasn't there yet.

She shivered as his hot breath blew over her skin. She yelped when his fingers wandered too low, fondling her arse.

"Harry! It was a kiss, not molestation, that we agreed on." She reprimanded him, feeling little satisfaction when he rested his arms back around her waist, looking sheepish and apologetic.

"Sorry."

"Just kiss me and be done with it." She grumbled, not knowing why she was getting off from this. She was fucking Proserpina Greengrass, she shouldn't be feeling these jittery feelings around a boy who was her daughter's age. She was a grown woman for fuck sake and not some hot-blooded virgin teenager.

Harry did as she asked.

He cupped her face and merged his mouth with hers, kissing her wantonly.

She was astonished at his skill.

This definitely wasn't his first kiss, not even his tenth one.

She reciprocated it, doing her part in losing the bet. Her eyes widened when he pried open her mouth and fit his tongue inside her.

Damn it, he was good. Very good. She sighed internally, snaking her hands around his neck and passionately kissing him back.

The bet was for one kiss only. And she didn't complain when he stole a few more.

When his fingers again began to inch below her waist, she pushed him away, panting, with her mouth red and wet. "Enough of your shenanigans. I am here to train you, not to deal with your hormonal urges."

He nodded with a satisfied smile which just irked her more.

What had he done to her sweet little Harry? She missed him, she wanted him back instead of this stupidly handsome cocky boy.

She scrunched her nose at that thought. It would be difficult to look into Lily's eyes from now on, after realising that she was attracted to her child.

Damn it, what spurned her to even agree to put the kiss up for a bet? That had been foolish of her and definitely out of character.

Shaking her muddy head, she stared at him. "Now that you are done complicating our lives, let's start on elemental magic. I can easily say you are qualified enough. I don't think you would give away the reason for your unnatural speed, would you?"

"Nope."

"Were you always this annoying?"

"Nope."

Ignoring the urge to curse him, she began. "Your real training will start from tomorrow onwards. But for now, you have to drink my blood."

Harry cleared his horny mind and looked sharply at her. "Drink your blood?"

"Yes. You see, I have, through magical rituals, locked my elemental skills in my blood. So, my progeny would be born strong with elemental affinity. To teach you my magic, I need to adopt you, at least magically. Don't worry, nothing will change for you after you drink my blood. It's just a stupid tradition followed whenever magical families adopt someone." She said, producing a vial of blood.

"Do I really have to?" He grimaced.

"Yes." She replied, not feeling too sympathetic at the moment.

"Fine. Give that here." He groaned, taking it and chugging it down at once. He scrunched his face in distaste. "You aren't anywhere near as tasty as I had hoped."

She huffed at his remark, mumbling a spell, tapping his forehead with her wand, and completing the simple ritual. "Now, we are mother and son, at least in the eyes of magic."