"Lynn, Lyyyyynn~~~"
On a snowy afternoon after class, Harley — who had squeezed into the magical tent to watch the snowscape — grabbed Lynn's hand and shook it back and forth.
Her small lips were slightly pouted as she stubbornly stuck close to his side.
"Just think of something, please~ I'm begging you…"
"Pretty please~?"
The coquettish tone was so sweet it even made Cho — sitting nearby — feel her bones go soft. She stopped eating the little snacks on the small table and looked curiously at Lynn, who was sitting across from her. Her gaze kept bouncing back and forth between Lynn's face and Harley's.
"Your surgery was really quite successful, huh."
The corner of Lynn's mouth twitched several times.
There was no other way to put it: Harley had now become extremely skilled — and very accustomed — to using her beauty as a weapon.
Compared to her little fists that actually hurt quite a bit when they landed, this soft, numbingly sweet, slightly sticky voice had truly terrifying destructive power.
If Lynn were really just a twelve-year-old boy, he would never have withstood this kind of offensive.
"I'm thinking of a way, alright? It's Snape we're talking about. He's not easy to deal with."
"Then think faster Pretty please"
"Let go of me first. Your steel plate is digging into me."
"Then I'll give you Cho. Just return her at night."
The moment the words left her mouth, Harley rolled up her sleeves and unleashed the Dragon King's divine strength.
Don't be fooled by how fair and tender her arms looked — they absolutely were not 100% soft fat. When she relaxed they felt squishy like jelly, but the moment she exerted force, clear, elegant lines appeared on them, like those carved into warm white jade: gentle yet still carrying a subtle sense of power.
"Ah! Harley, stop messing around…"
In just a few moves Cho was completely subdued, then directly scooped up like a prize. This overwhelming girlfriend power was truly a first for her.
"Stop stop stop stop!"
Lynn, whose head was starting to throb, hurriedly spoke up.
"I'll think of something right now."
"They say the smaller the thunder, the more troublesome the woman. Sure enough, the ones with steel plates screwed with two bolts are the most troublesome category."
"I'll grow eventually, okay? When I become a long-legged, big-chested beauty, you'll be the one begging to stick to me, and I'll only let you if I'm in a good mood."
"I swear I will never stick to you. Looking at you once already gives me a headache."
"What about JK skirt plus band-aids?" Harley let go, placed Cho down beside Lynn, and raised a brow at him.
"???" Lynn's head snapped up. "When did you sneak a peek at my ero-manga?"
"Back on the train. Didn't Cho and I stay in the tent for a really long time? We found it under your pillow."
"…"
Lynn's expression twisted slightly as he recalled the scene. When the two of them finally came out of the tent, their faces had been awfully red. He'd thought it was just from soaking too long in the hot spring. He hadn't even considered this possibility…
"If you soak in the hot spring too long your skin gets all wrinkly. How could we possibly stay in for more than an hour~?"
Guessing what Lynn was thinking, Harley gave a smug little smile.
"But Cho and I both love looking too. Do you have any more?"
"If you want to look, go wear them yourself and look in the mirror…"
Lynn rolled his eyes and reached into his fourth-dimensional pocket.
"The only idea I can think of… probably this one has a chance."
A very familiar-looking flashlight was pulled out.
"This is a Fantasy Lamp. Any memory you recall in your head, or any scene you imagine, can be projected with this. Imagined scenes might have distortion or frame drops, but memories — even if they're blurry in your mind — will come out clearly."
"Kind of like a Pensieve, but more convenient to use."
"I don't know what a Pensieve is, but this thing looks super interesting!"
Harley's eyes sparkled as she stared at the flashlight.
"But how do you use it?"
Harley scooted over, hugged her knees, and tilted her head to study it.
"Lynn, give us a demo?"
"Eh?"
Lynn paused for a moment. After a brief hesitation he said, "Sure, why not. Want to see my old wandering diary?"
A piece of white cloth was pulled taut with telekinesis and floated in front of them like a movie screen. The lights in the room dimmed, and the magical tent switched to indoor mode.
"No, that kind of thing is boring, right Cho!"
Harley grinned mischievously.
"Let's see what kind of pretty girls Lynn actually likes."
"Oh, that's a lot."
Lynn pressed the button on the Fantasy Lamp. On the screen appeared a girl in ancient-style clothing, ethereal and immortal.
"Wow, her clothes are so pretty! Who is she?"
"She's Old Liu… ah no, counting now, she's actually younger than me. After all, she's the Immortal Sister. Of course she's beautiful."
"But this doesn't seem to be the big-chested, long-legged type you mentioned, does it?"
Harley narrowed her eyes and smiled like Anya.
"She's the Immortal Sister, after all. In my heart she has a filter. You wouldn't understand."
Lynn waved his hand dismissively. "If you don't believe me, just keep watching."
As someone who woke up every day to 99+ messages on VX, a true social butterfly, Lynn was never short of all kinds of selfies sent by girls trying to lure him out with generous fanservice.
Sure, they'd used beauty filters, edited the photos, added special effects…
But if someone wasn't good-looking to begin with, they couldn't even add him as a friend.
Harley was feasting her eyes. A parade of sexy mature women flashed across the screen, expanding her horizons considerably.
"Why is there even this kind of — sweater that only has fabric in the front but the entire back is open?!"
"Because it looks good." Lynn shrugged. These 21st-century trends were still far too advanced for people of this era.
"I kinda want to buy one, hehehe~"
Harley wiped the corner of her mouth.
"You can't wear it. Don't even think about it."
"But I can have someone who can wear it put it on for me to see, hehehehe~"
"Hehehe~ Good idea."
Lynn nodded firmly. "That's exactly what I was thinking."
Cho, suddenly pinned by both their gazes, hugged herself tightly, her face bright red.
"Cho still needs a few more years. Not yet." Lynn mercilessly withdrew his eyes.
"Yeah, it's still way too early for Cho." Harley nodded in serious agreement.
"You two!" A furious Cho grabbed a cushion and started whacking them over the head. The two of them immediately ducked and scurried away.
"Lynn, more? More? I want to see more pretty big sisters!"
"Too many will cause aesthetic fatigue. How about this one instead?"
With an evil grin, Lynn projected a new photo.
"Pretty, right?" Lynn turned to look at Harley.
"Pretty! Yes!" (at maximum volume!)
"He's a man. Pure, authentic man."
Harley froze on the spot, eyes filled with blank confusion.
"But it's okay, Harley. This is England. Liking men isn't illegal. Great Britain has its own national conditions, you know. Just don't set your sights on me."
"You're ugly." Harley shoved Lynn and snorted, snatching the Fantasy Lamp from his hand. "I'd never go for someone who looks like you."
"Then I'm going to find Professor Snape right now! He'll definitely agree to me!"
Harley bounced out of the tent, wrapped her cloak tightly around herself, and dashed off with quick little steps.
"I feel like I should probably follow her."
After hesitating a moment, Lynn turned to Cho.
"I'm a little worried Snape might suddenly lose control…"
"Lose… control of what?" Cho looked at him in confusion, not quite understanding.
"It's getting dark. A professor watching little movies alone with a cute female student… that's a bit inappropriate, isn't it?"
"…Yeah… I guess that's true…"
Now vaguely getting it, Cho picked up a nearby cloak and handed it to Lynn.
"Let's go. Otherwise Harley will run too far ahead."
"No rush. I'll take you back to the common room first."
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