Chapter 40 Time To Up The Game

Turning to his mother, Harry hesitated for a moment, then gently guided her to the bed where Lilly was already sleeping. Carefully placing them side by side, he turned his attention to the system and saw a message that read, "Pleasure Points: 22." A smile formed on his face as he added those points to his soul limit.

To his surprise, the soul limit displayed a significant change, going from 2 to...

Soul Limit: 22

Harry's smile widened as he stroked his mother's hair, his heart finding solace in the moment. However, when he checked the remaining time for his soul crumbling, his expression changed. The timer still showed "1 hour and 57 minutes."

"Damn, so even a hundred points don't make a difference?" Harry muttered to himself, not dwelling on the thought for long. He focused his attention on his mother, knowing that there were better plans in store for her. He wanted to treat her with gentleness and care on a more auspicious day.

ραndαsnοvεl.cοm There were better ideas yet to be realized, and the fact that his soul crumbling hadn't accelerated meant that maybe 100 points in the soul limit weren't enough. He needed to employ his superior ideas instead.

Smirking, Harry's naked form moved, and the room fell into silence. The lights went out, the door opened and closed, and Harry left the room.

Before anyone could notice, the clone's body was removed, cleaned, and even the bathroom smelled fresh. As for the clone's remains, Harry held them in a packet, clicking on a specific painting outside the room. A hidden compartment opened up, and he threw the body inside, smirking.

As expected, a dark red fire ignited, reducing the body and the packet to ash. Harry watched the flames with satisfaction, knowing he had disposed of the evidence.

Glancing at the remaining time, he noted, "1 hour and 47 minutes." It was more than enough.

Examining himself, Harry realized he was covered in thick blood. He decided to cleanse himself before proceeding. Shaking his body vigorously, like a dragon shedding its skin, the blood was completely removed, splashing on the compartment walls. It created a macabre yet oddly captivating pattern, resembling an exquisite work of art.

Satisfied with his transformation, Harry left towards the southern part of the castle. As he walked, his naked body shrank...

Meanwhile, the compartment door closed itself, concealing the unsettling sight of blood within its forbidden walls.

As he confidently strolled forward, Harry reached a grand door, a mischievous smirk adorning his face. With a sense of anticipation, he pushed open the door and stepped inside. To his delight, his body swiftly reverted to its former imposing stature, and a satisfied smile spread across his face as he surveyed the room.

The interior was a captivating symphony of delicate pinks, creating an atmosphere that captured his attention. However, Harry's focus quickly shifted to the bed at the center of the room. Resting there serenely were two women, clad in comfortable pajamas. One of them was Euri Lust, while the other was Mivva Lust--both his step-sisters from his father's second concubine, and coincidentally, the eldest among the concubines.

Unperturbed by their familial connections, Harry approached them with a newfound confidence. His masculine energy surged within him, his resolve standing tall like a formidable sword, ready to conquer the two uncharted territories before him.

They were not like Emma, Eva or Lilly, or even his grandma, these women were rather inconsequential to him

they would have killed him if the benefits and risks were good enough

so it was not much of a problem even if he took them by surprise

His hidden ruthlessnes was not for name,

as his sword stood up even further, he glanced at Euri first

Euri had pink hair and pure white skin, her ears were slightly pointy due to her ability

making her look like a mythical elf

and he knew, she looked the best when her eyes opened, those cute little pink eyeballs were a feast to the eye to look at

and then he looked at Mivva, she was his type

Black hair, and pristine skin, yet unlike Emma and future Lilly, she had a goat horn growing out her left forehead

Giving her a scary yet charming appearance

But he was a bit sad, their awake forms looked much better

'But I guess they'll wake up in the middle of it'

As he gently placed Euri on the couch, Harry couldn't help but ponder the curious phenomenon of the women in the palace being deep sleepers. It intrigued him, and he wondered if there was a particular reason behind it. However, he didn't dwell on the thought for long, as his attention shifted to Mivva.

With a confident yet careful demeanor, Harry approached Mivva's slumbering form on the bed. He marveled at her black hair cascading over her pristine skin and the elegant goat horn that adorned her forehead, giving her a uniquely alluring and slightly intimidating charm. A mischievous smile played on his lips as he imagined the reaction she would have when she woke up.

Carefully, he lifted Mivva from the bed and carried her in his arms, making his way towards another cozy chair in the room. With a gentle touch, he settled her down, ensuring her comfort as he positioned her on the chair.

Taking a step back, Harry surveyed the scene before him. Euri and Mivva, his step-sisters, now peacefully slumbered in their respective places. The room was still bathed in soft shades of pink, creating an ambiance of tranquility.

Harry's thoughts briefly turned to his own existence and the power he possessed. He pondered the Pleasure Points he had accumulated and the increase in his soul limit, realizing that a mere hundred points hadn't accelerated the countdown of his crumbling soul. It only strengthened his resolve to explore alternative ideas and utilize his superior strategies in the future.

Recollecting himself, Harry's attention returned to the present. He couldn't deny the allure of the two sleeping beauties before him, Even though they were bitches, he had to make them his bitches

Smiling he walked to euri's side, positioning his dick in the back of her body, he removed her pajama's quickly and slowly penetrated her pussy, it was surprisingly wet

Frowning yet not stopping, he broke her hymen and started moving in, soon his thing was touching her womb

making her moan 'mmmmm~'

and he didn't stop moving, back and forth and back and forth

it was a new pussy, a new piece of art and he was seeing it for the first time, and his step sister was the one he was pounding

all around, a pleasurable experience

and as the pounding continued, his moves started getting more vigorous

his shaft stronger,

due to heightened soul limit, his eye for pleasure points had increased much, so he could tell easily where her pleasure points lay at

so each hit made her shake and moan, yet she never woke up

His touches always reached the places it should, making her shiver under her soul, making her experience pleasure she had never felt before

and as he pounded her, he could feel it coming out, and he cummed, inside her

smiling, Harry took his sword out of the sheath and moved to the next one, Mivva, moving to her back the same way he did with her lil sis, he took her pajama out and his penis entered her pussy

And surprisingly, it too was wet, and as the hymen broke and his slightly limpid cock stood with attention inside her

he slid in easily,

'was being wet 247 a thing of these sister's?' he shook his head as his penis continued pleasuring her

Yet, unlike with Euri, Miva suddenly opened her black eyes and looked at him, her eyes wide open, but he couldn't care less and one of his hands moved to the back of her head

and a lil chop, she was unconscious

and he continued his work, pounding his bitc- step sister as she moaned even unconscious

And as he reached the limit, he marked the sacred cave his with white signature

coming out her cave, his dick shivered and all the liquid fell everywhere

mainly on the women's body..

As he gazed at both women, their anticipation evident by their aroused state, he shook his head with a mixture of regret and relief.

He knew he couldn't fulfill their desires any further, at least not in that moment. Regrettably, his current responsibilities demanded his attention, as he had more people to attend to today,

There were more places that required his white signature, more tasks that needed his expertise. Perhaps, he could postpone satisfying these sisters until another day when he wasn't literally dying inside...

Deep down, he understood that wearing a metaphorical green hat wasn't his style. It didn't align with his preferences, for he despised the color green.

So he was sure he would return, with a good ol' pack...