Nova took one last lingering glance at Lily and Emma, both of them resting peacefully under the blankets. It was almost funny—how serene they looked now, tucked under soft sheets with their hair spread messily over the pillows, breathing slow and even.
Hours ago, he had ravaged them until their voices gave out, their bodies convulsing and overstimulated to the breaking point… yet here they lay, glowing with a kind of blissful exhaustion that made Nova's chest warm with dark satisfaction.
He felt a sense of smug contentment. Comfortably so. Not only because he had enjoyed two gorgeous milfs in every way his clone body desired, but because they had endured him longer than most humans ever could.
Last night alone, he had taken them for nearly three hours, and before his consciousness had returned, the clone had already been using them mercilessly for four hours straight. Seven hours of raw, relentless debauchery… and somehow, they had survived it.
That alone made him chuckle softly.
Ever since he reached the peak of Third Rank, his physical attributes—strength, endurance, stamina, resilience—had grown to levels normal human bodies simply weren't built to withstand. His libido had become something feral, overpowering, a hunger that could easily shatter an untrained woman within minutes. Most couldn't handle more than a few thrusts once he truly let go.
But there were exceptions.
Among all his sexy partners, Gwen stood out—beautiful, fierce, and blessed with her spider physiology. She alone had truly matched him in stamina and resilience.
She had been the only woman capable of taking him and his clones in all three orifices at once—her pussy, her ass, and her throat stretched around three cocks—enduring the brutal, relentless rhythm for four hours straight. No other partner had ever lasted that long while being filled front and back without a moment of mercy.
The memory surged through him, sensual and vivid. Gwen pinned beneath four bodies—every hole stuffed, every inch of her shaking, drooling, overstimulated beyond sanity—yet still clinging on with that fierce, stubborn determination only she possessed.
Her voice had long since devolved into hoarse moans, her legs trembling violently, her hips lifting helplessly to meet every thrust as her body begged for more even when her mind couldn't keep up.
And then came her favorite part.
Because once he'd shown Gwen the Omnitrix… she'd wanted to get a little freaky. She'd looked at the alien device, then at him, then bit her lip and whispered that she had wanted to know what it would feel like to be taken by something not human. Something stronger. Something with… more.
When he switched into Four Arms, her entire expression changed—shock, excitement, and a primal arousal all blending together as she realized exactly what she had asked for.
Four Arms easily manhandled the sexy spider hero, the same one who was a devil in the eyes of criminals and the ultimate fantasy of countless men. He effortlessly positioned her, his four massive hands gripping her slender frame, lifting her as if she weighed nothing.
Within seconds, Gwen realized she had bitten off more than she could chew; she had grossly overestimated herself and underestimated Four Arms. As he began to enter her, she was stretched four times more than she had ever been before, and it wasn't even half of his colossal length inside her.
Within minutes, she was screaming hoarsely, her body overwhelmed by the sheer, unyielding pressure, and fainted before Four Arms could even speed up.
Despite being fucked unconscious within minutes, Gwen now has a new, singular goal: to be able to bear Four Arms at his full power. She has been relentlessly training, pulling MJ and her girlfriend, Felicia Hardy, into the harsh and demanding regime.
Gwen is especially thankful for his wish power, knowing that no matter how brutally Four Arms stretches her pussy, it's going to be tight again with just one little wish, ready for the next, even more intense session.
A slow, darkly satisfied smirk formed on Nova's lips. Because of encounters like that, he had begun encouraging all the women in his life to use his training potions and strengthen their bodies. Not just for their safety—but for pleasure.
And the results… The results were sinful.
Their bodies became toned, durable, and oh-so-responsive. Their waists slimmed into perfect, delicate curves that his hands could almost encircle. Their breasts became firmer, rounder—perfect to squeeze, their nipples perpetually hard and sensitive against his palms.
Their asses lifted into the kind of heart-shaped perfection that begged for his hands, the skin taut and smooth over newly powerful muscle. Their thighs grew stronger, sculpted and sleek, letting them wrap around him with a crushing, desperate power, a hunger that pulled him deeper.
Their endurance increased exponentially, letting them last for hours before finally collapsing into twitching, overstimulated puddles of pleasure beneath him, completely spent yet still aching for more.
Every improvement made them sexier, every enhancement made them more capable of keeping up with him. Double benefits. Hehehe...
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Nova let out a low breath, his gaze fixed on the two women on the bed as he stood in the quiet room. His mind had drifted far enough—for now. He rolled his shoulders, letting the tension ease from the taut muscles, before closing his eyes in quiet focus.
A pulse of intent moved through him. It flowed outward from his consciousness like invisible circuitry—searching, connecting, synchronizing—until it finally locked onto the familiar presence of the laptop sitting somewhere in the other room. The same laptop that acted as the control core of the entire Trader Network.
This network was accessed through a simple-looking ring, the very same type he had given to Harry, Hermione, Draco, and the others. The ring looked ordinary, but it housed the foundational systems of his trading framework:
→ DIGITAL LIBRARY
→ QUEST TAB
→ G.M.D.
And the laptop was the brain that coordinated all three.
Every ring functioned because that device constantly processed data, filtered access permissions, authenticated users, and distributed information between the digital library and each individual ring bearer. It handled Digital Library, TC points, quest log and various other functions, working tirelessly in the background to keep the network alive.
Nova came out of his thoughts as a familiar chime echoed inside Nova's mind:
[DING! CONNECTION ESTABLISHED]
[AUTHORITY LEVEL: CREATOR → THE TRADER]
A simple holographic interface unfolded within his consciousness, projected directly into the mental space linked to the Trader Network.
Nova allowed the interface to settle. Unlike the simplified versions Harry and the others saw through their rings, this mental display responded to his intent instantly and without limitations.
Another panel expanded, listing the foundational features:
→ DIGITAL LIBRARY — Fully Synced
→ QUEST TAB — Passive Mode
→ G.M.D. SYSTEM — Stable
→ TC POINT LEDGER — Secure
The mental display flickered with faint light—nothing visual, but a psychic texture, like ripples in his thoughts reorganizing themselves with his commands.
Everything was exactly where it should be.
Every ring—Harry's, Hermione's, Draco's—functioned because this internal core processed and routed all information through the laptop acting as the physical anchor. It authenticated users, filtered permissions, cross-linked data for the library, and maintained their TC point balances.
But Nova could feel it, the faint strain and slight delay in deeper functions. A laptop was never meant to serve as a network mainframe. He would have to change it to appropriate servers.
As that thought crossed his mind, a final prompt appeared within the mental HUD:
[CREATOR ONLINE]
Awaiting commands…
Nova relaxed further, his posture loosening as he directed the interface with a single mental pulse:
'Open user list.'
The command rippled through the mental interface, and the holographic text shifted, reorganizing itself into a structured list.
One by one, user profiles materialized inside Nova's consciousness, each name glowing faintly with its associated authority level.
[USER DIRECTORY — TRADER NETWORK]
1. NOVA ASHBOURNE — CREATOR
2. LILY POTTER — SECRETARY
3. NARCISSA BLACK — SUB-SECRETARY
4. HARRY POTTER
5. HERMIONE GRANGER
6. DRACO MALFOY
7. EMMA GRANGER
8. JOHN GRANGER
9. ANDROMEDA TONKS
10. NYMPHADORA TONKS
11. TED TONKS
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Nova's gaze drifted down the list of names, but it lingered on the last three—the Tonks family. More specifically, on NYMPHADORA TONKS.
His expression softened slightly. That connection had been unexpected, but not unwelcome.
It was Narcissa who had introduced him to them. For years, because of her former husband's suffocating influence, Narcissa had been cut off from her sister Andromeda. The Black family's toxic rules, pure-blood politics, and her ex-husband's obsessive control had made it impossible for her to reach out—no matter how much she wanted to.
But the moment he died? She hadn't hesitated. Narcissa visited her sister the very next day, emotions raw and unfiltered, and Nova had gone with her.
The reunion was tense at first—two sisters separated by ideology, choices, and scars—but it thawed quickly. Andromeda welcomed her with cautious warmth, Dora with an explosion of curiosity… and Ted Tonks simply happy to see his wife smile.
Since then, he had become surprisingly close to all of them, especially Nymphadora.
She had insisted—demanded, almost—that he teach her too, ever since Harry effortlessly defeated her in a sparring match. Her pride as a newly promoted Auror had taken a brutal hit that day.
She wasn't just beaten. She was overwhelmed by a fourteen-year-old brat who hadn't even begun his fourth year at Hogwarts.
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[CHAPTER 150: (HARRY & HERMIONE'S NEW MAGIC) IS AVAILABLE ON MY P@TREON]
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