162)Studying with Penelope

Penelope was deeply focused on studying, so she didn't notice how I approached and placed a chair behind hers. Sitting behind her, I extended my hands and gently placed them on her tummy, starting to move them softly. This made her shudder to the point of almost jumping in surprise.

"What are you doing?!" (Penelope)

"I'm entertaining myself." (Red)

"I knew I couldn't study with you here." She snorted, shaking her head as if she had already predicted all of this.

"Just keep studying." (Red)

"How am I supposed to study if you don't stop... ahh!" She let out a small moan after feeling a surge of energy wandering through her body.

"I can help you more... trust me."

"That..." She was about to complain again, especially after making her release those sounds; she had a strong blush from embarrassment.

"Trust," I repeated. "Just try it once, and you'll see."

Penelope didn't want to continue like this, but she saw me so serious that she decided to pretend to try it once more before kicking me out. She looked at her book while thinking of the right words to tell me to leave her alone; perhaps even promising some small things later. She needed some relaxation after these exams... but for now, she needed concentration.

Unfortunately or fortunately for Penelope, that plan wouldn't come to pass because as she read a bit before dismissing me, she noticed something. Her head felt more... light?

Continuous studying lately had mentally worn her out, but now she seemed more rested, even recovering, one could say. She could read with better understanding than before, like when she first started and had all the energy. Not long after noticing that, she stopped focusing on her book and directed her gaze toward me.

"Help, right?" (Red)

"How?" (Penelope)

"I discovered several ways to use my personal magic, and one of them was how to enhance study and research."

It was true; I discovered it during those years researching in the Marauders' campaign. Although I had lost most of the knowledge of how to do it, as it was part of my own magic, it wasn't so difficult to recover through trial and error, although it might not be as effective.

"It's good if used in moderation. I replenish your energy and help you operate at maximum capacity; in some cases, I even enhance your comprehension and learning ability. But it shouldn't be used for very prolonged periods, or it will affect your perception, balance, and other cognitive abilities immediately after ceasing until... well, it depends on how much we use it. But using it a few hours today won't be a problem." (Red)

"You're terrifyingly amazing... you're in your first year." She sighed at the presence of such genius because there was no other way to call me. With so many capabilities covering so many areas, it wouldn't be surprising if I reached the top of the magical world in the future.

"So... are you going to kick me out and miss this incredible opportunity to accelerate your study, or will you let me help you from the depths of my heart?" (Red)

"..." (Penelope)

"?" (Red)

"Do you have to keep groping my body to do it?" (Penelope)

"I also have to charge some kind of interest, right?" (Red)

"I hate you..." (Penelope)

"But you also love me... you love me." I whispered in her ear.

"STOP... it's not the time." She complained but went back to look at her book. "Just... don't go too far, we're studying... and..." (Penelope)

"I won't even get under your clothes." (Red)

"Did you plan on doing that?!" (Penelope)

"Shhh.... just study, and ignore me." (Red)

Penelope had a lot of things to say about it, but none of them came out of her mouth. She had a psychological struggle in her head, but she didn't want to keep wasting time; if she did something to me, she would get revenge later, so she started studying with this new learning boost.

Penelope focused on her book while I rubbed my hands all over the lower part of her torso, sometimes more, sometimes less. The young Ravenclaw noticed how much her study was progressing, and she became happy. Besides, the groping didn't feel so bad, at least until, over time, my hands became more and more intrusive.

After half an hour, my hands roamed up to her waist and the sides of her breasts. When Penelope complained, I only responded with "shssss... ignore me and study" and continued with what I was doing.

By the hour and 20 minutes, Penelope's thighs and breasts, not counting her nipples, were marked with the shadow of my hands.

"No more," she turned.

"Just focus on your thing." (Red)

"How am I supposed to continue if you don't stop..." She didn't finish the sentence; she just covered her chest with her arms, with a strong blush and a breath heavier than normal.

"Is it helping?" (Red)

"Yes, but I can't go on anymore." She trembled slightly "and I didn't give you permission to take advantage of me like this. I feel so... dirty."

"Excuses." (Red)

"What?!" She asked with a certain anger.

"Penelope, I know you, and you know me. I know that deep down, you enjoy it, but you feel guilty for not letting it go further." (Red)

"Of course not... I..." Her words trembled a little, showing a strange nervousness in her.

"Believe me, I'm friends with the owner of a brothel and met many girls and women who know a lot about the subject. You learn various things by listening to them and learning from their lives." (Red)

"Brothel! That's why you..." She seemed to be connecting the dots in her mind.

"No, the brothel thing is recent." (Red)

"Recent?! How recent can it be? You're 11 years old!"(Penelope)

"12" I corrected her.

"Yes, regarding that, it was an adventure that I had where I spent several years" I commented, but in her expression there was only confusion "Forget about that, ignore everything, because I am not normal. At some point I will explain to you in more detail what happened, but not now"

"But..." she continued, trying to inquire.

"Not now, Penny, let's get back to what we do" (Red)

"What we do? The only thing that's happening here is that you're horny" (Penelope)

"Yeah, well, you know it's my nature" (Red)

"Right, I forgot that that gives you permission to do whatever you want with any girl without consequences" She looked angry, although in reality it wasn't entirely like that, she knew my situation, it was something else. She was kind of overwhelmed with all the studying and she was releasing all that irritation now, if not possibly, even if she didn't agree, she would do it in a different way.

"I remember that it was you who offered to help me that time..." (Red)

"That was..." she tensed again, unsure of how to respond.

"Penelope, you are a horny teenager just like me. Possibly there are many more at Hogwarts than you think, but they are all repressed by established cultural and moral norms. Believe me, I know, I was surrounded by more depravity than many and I lived a life wild without complex social rules in the middle of the forbidden forest for years. We hide part of our nature for the benefit of another part" (Network)

"Now I don't know what you're talking about..." Penelope didn't know if she was too mentally exhausted(even though it couldn't be that way because of my power) or if every word I said seemed to confuse her more. It is as if we were talking about two different topics.

"I told you I'll explain that later. Look, keep studying and just enjoy it. If, in the end, you don't want to proceed, I'll stop, and I won't make the slightest sexual suggestion to you again." (Red)

"..." She hesitated, not even knowing what she wanted at this point.

"Let's do it." (Red)

Penelope was once again in conflict. Did she want to or not? It was true that she denied how that touching made her feel, but it was something she couldn't accept from herself. She was a lady and was raised that way... well, maybe not, but at least she wasn't a slut.

In the end, she turned around, deciding that while it was true she had promised to help me with my issue, it was out of kindness, not lust. She would let me continue just to help me, and then she would give me a stern scolding and lessons in good behavior to correct and guide me on the right path... or so she told herself.

With just about twenty more minutes of touching, she already felt her whole body burning. It felt so good, yet so wrong. Something was brewing inside her, and it exploded when my hands released her breasts, and my index and middle fingers of both hands began rubbing her nipples containing a slight charge of [Ecstasy].

Penelope clenched her legs tightly as she shivered and used one of her hands to cover her mouth to prevent her moan from escaping, although it was in vain; we all knew what had happened. She dropped her head against the book, with tearful eyes and full of shame. It had felt so good... but at what cost?

"Just go..." she said almost sobbing.

"Why? We still have time." (Red)

"Hmm... can't you understand that it's time to leave?" she said more irritated.

"Calm down, my Penny, nothing's wrong; let's continue." (Red)

"How am I supposed to continue... I..." She couldn't finish that sentence.

"You came, I know." (Red)

She didn't respond, just buried her face even deeper in her arms.

"There's nothing wrong, my little girl. It's normal; if you remember, it happened to me last time too." (Red)

"I hate you." (Penelope)

"Maybe... but I want to help you, and we have to continue for that." (Red)

"I don't want you to help me study anymore." (Penelope)

"I wasn't talking about that." (Red)

"What?" (Penelope)

"I want to see the Penny I know. Haven't you noticed your mood swings?" I explained the truth, or at least tried to make her realize. I had noticed something strange lately, but only in this study session did I see how bad she was.

"And whose fault is that?" She turned to look at me with teary eyes.

"I triggered them, but it's not my fault. You know how weird it is to see you cry because of that; don't you notice it's strange? You're always calm and confident; you know the things I've done, and the way you're reacting is nothing like before. You're angry, shy, sensitive, nervous; you're not being yourself. I'm sure if it were before, even if you moaned like a slut in front of me, you would find a way to be serious about it and not show weakness, feeling responsible for being the adult between us," I explained while stroking her face. (Red)

"... I... just... had a bad day... and it doesn't have to concern you how I am," she said again with a mix of anger and unease, but thinking inside that she wasn't acting like herself.

"Penny, you're terribly stressed, and you're acting like a little child. I even think your hair is falling out." (Red)

"WHAT?!" She shouted as she began to touch her head.

"Well, the last part was a joke, but my point is there. Honestly, I don't care that much about your study; I know you like to study, but I don't like that you pressure yourself so much for it." (Red)

Penelope stayed silent for a moment, trying to organize her thoughts, and then spoke in a less hysterical tone, "I don't have a choice, the O.W.L.s..."

"They're not that important."(Red)

"Of course, they are! My future in the magical world could depend on them. You'll be in the same situation when you reach fifth year," she said, losing her temper a bit but calmer than before. "You have no idea of the pressure I'm under. My parents are Muggles, and they expect a lot from me; they don't understand the magical world and are worried about my future. They've dropped hints about leaving Hogwarts and reintegrating into the non-magical world if things don't go well, and I want to prove them wrong. If I fail now, I'll only show that I'm not capable of being a good witch, won't get a decent job, won't have the face to see my parents; all these years at Hogwarts will have been a waste that I could have used to attend Muggle institutions and have a good future there, as they said..." she spoke without pausing to breathe, as if she were vomiting all her problems, letting it all out.

"You know what," I said as I hugged her. "I hate that you think that way, but I'm grateful you told me." I could feel her slowly loosening up, maybe even seeking comfort in me.

Penelope didn't respond and enjoyed the hug; it felt warm and comforting, something she needed.

"Look, it doesn't matter if you succeed or fail. It doesn't matter what your parents think, it doesn't matter how you feel right now. Everything will pass, everything is a success or a waste from some point of view. Tell me, do you enjoy being a witch?" (Red)

"Uh-huh..." she nodded.

"That's enough, you don't need to think about anything else." (Red)

"But..." (Penelope)

"No 'buts,' it's enough. Even if you were to fail, your future will still be bright because you have something others don't." (Red)

"What?" (Penelope)

"Me," I replied, to which she changed her expression from anticipation to rolling her eyes, so I continued explaining, "I'm not lying; with me, you don't have to worry. I assure you; you'll have a good life with me. Even if you don't accept me supporting you for the rest of your life, as I wouldn't mind doing, I could get you a well-paying job."

"Why are you so sure?" she asked, curious about my confidence.

"Because I have multiple sources of income. I have a forming group of werewolves that hunt for me and provide me with a substantial income. I have a unique and completely reliable trade route that could make me the best distributor in the world if I set my mind to it. I have exceptional farmlands where I can plant anything from the simplest vegetable to exotic magical plants. I'm friends with one of the best brothel managers, and reopening the business wouldn't be difficult..."

Penelope marveled at my words. I didn't seem to be lying, and considering what I had achieved and my methods to get there, she believed me a bit. Each of those things could bring her many benefits in the magical world, and all of them... but then she heard the last part.

"Is the brothel thing true? Do you plan to prostitute me?" she asked hesitantly, not believing it, but having heard me assure her of a future...

"Ohh... no, of course not, you're only mine... although if you like the prostitute role-playing game," I smiled as my hands caressed her thighs.

"NO, thanks, I don't like thinking that my body is worth a few Galleons." She shook her head, with a bit of disgust at the thought of offering herself to someone for money.

"Well, if that's the case, but if you'd like me to be the prostitute..." I let go and covered my body with my hands before putting a submissive tone in my voice. "I can do anything as long as it can give me enough to eat tonight... mistress."

Penelope let out a small laugh, not forgetting to hit me for my performance and insinuation. This time, she wasn't as disgusted; maybe she even found it a bit amusing.

"I'm glad to see you smile. Like I said, calm down. Everything will be fine; you have me." (Red)

"And if, in the end, I find another man and he becomes my husband." She tried to test me, now more relaxed. (Penelope)

"I don't think you're so cruel as to kill a poor man that way." (Red)

"Kill him?" she looked at me confused, but my expression made her understand what I meant. "Idiot," she hit me again.

After that, we teased each other a bit more until the atmosphere returned to being as harmonious as before.