One Week Later – The Corridor Strategy
Sylvia had learned something important in her first week as Sprout's assistant.
The castle was full of boys.
Young boys. Older boys. Hogwarts students. Durmstrang visitors. Beauxbatons boys who lingered near the library.
And every single one of them had eyes.
She didn't earn points from swimming. She didn't earn points from clothing. The system was clear: Lust Points are earned by generating lustful desires in the opposite gender. Physical contact increases point yield.
Physical contact.
She needed to be touched. Or she needed to touch them in ways that generated desire.
Accidental touches. Innocent touches. The kind that made boys' breath catch and their hearts race.
She could do that.
She had been doing that since she was ten years old.
Day One – The Moving Stairs
Sylvia chose her target carefully.
A Durmstrang boy. Tall. Broad shoulders. Dark hair. He walked with confidence—the kind of confidence that came from being told he was special his whole life.
She waited near a narrow staircase. The kind where two people couldn't pass without brushing against each other.
He approached.
She pretended to be reading a book, her back half-turned.
As he passed, she "lost her balance" and stumbled against him.
Her hand caught his arm. Her hip pressed against his thigh. Her chest—visible through her thin white blouse, nipples visibly perked against the fabric—brushed his elbow.
"Sorry," she breathed, looking up at him through her eyelashes.
The boy froze.
His eyes dropped to her chest. Then back to her face. His cheeks flushed.
"No—no problem," he stammered.
She smiled. Held his gaze for one second longer than necessary. Then walked away.
[+4 LUST POINTS – Male desire detected]
Sylvia smiled as she turned the corner.
Four points. For one accidental touch.
She could work with this.
Twenty-three points in three days, she thought. Not enough. But getting there.
She underlined a name: Gryffindor beater – 8 points.
Biggest yield so far. Physical contact matters. The more skin to someone important in the world with luck, the more points.
She needed more contact. Bolder contact.
Day Four – The Great Hall Corridor
The corridor outside the Great Hall was always crowded at dinner time.
Students pushed past each other. Elbows jostled. Shoulders bumped.
Perfect hunting ground.
Sylvia wore her tightest jeans. Her thinnest blouse—white again, no bra, her nipples visibly hard against the fabric. She had used Metamorphmagus to enhance them slightly—more prominent, more noticeable.
She walked slowly through the crowd.
A boy bumped into her from behind. His hand caught her waist.
"Sorry," he muttered.
She turned. Smiled. "No problem."
[+2 LUST POINTS]
She kept walking.
Another boy—younger, maybe fourth year—tried to squeeze past her. She pressed herself against the wall to let him through, arching her back slightly. Her chest pushed forward. Her nipples brushed his arm.
The boy froze. His face turned red.
"S-sorry," he stuttered.
She smiled. "It's okay."
[+5 LUST POINTS]
She moved on.
A third boy—Durmstrang, the one with the scar on his cheek—was standing near the doorway. She pretended not to see him. As she passed, she "tripped" on the edge of a rug.
Her hand caught his chest. Her body pressed against his. Her breasts flattened against his torso. Her lips were inches from his.
"Sorry," she whispered.
He didn't move. Didn't speak. Just stared at her.
She held his gaze for three heartbeats. Then stepped back and walked away.
[+7 LUST POINTS]
Day Five – The Library Aisle
The library was quieter. Fewer people. But the aisles were narrow.
Sylvia found a Ravenclaw prefect—glasses, tall, thin—reaching for a book on a high shelf.
She walked up behind him.
"Excuse me," she said softly. "I need to get past."
He turned. His eyes widened when he saw her.
She squeezed past him in the narrow aisle. Her back pressed against his chest. Her ass brushed against his hip. She reached up for a book, stretching her body, letting her blouse ride up.
When she stepped back, she "accidentally" pressed her ass against his crotch.
"Sorry," she said, not sounding sorry at all.
The prefect made a strangled noise.
[+6 LUST POINTS]
She walked away without looking back.
Day Six – The Greenhouse
Even Sprout's greenhouse had opportunities.
A Hufflepuff boy—curly hair, young, maybe fifth year—was helping her repot Fanged Geraniums. He was nervous around her. Kept stealing glances at her chest.
She pretended not to notice.
Then, as she handed him a pot, her fingers brushed his. She held contact for a moment longer than necessary.
"You're doing great," she said softly.
The boy's ears turned red.
[+2 LUST POINTS]
Later, she bent over to pick up a dropped trowel. Her jeans stretched tight across her reshaped ass. The boy stared.
She straightened and caught him looking.
He looked away quickly.
[+1 LUST POINT]
Small, she thought. But consistent.
Day Seven – The Lake Shore
The Durmstrang boys gathered near the lake every evening.
Sylvia walked along the shore at sunset. The light was golden. Her black hair shone. Her white blouse was almost transparent in the fading sun.
She saw the tall Durmstrang boy—the first one she had touched—sitting on a rock with two friends.
She walked past them.
As she passed, she bent down to tie her shoe.
Her jeans stretched. Her blouse gaped open. Her reshaped breasts were clearly visible.
The boys went silent.
She stood up slowly. Glanced at them. Smiled.
Then walked away.
[+3 LUST POINTS]
Two Weeks Later – The Notebook Grows
Sylvia sat in her room, updating her notebook.
TARGETS – LUST POINTS EARNED (TWO WEEKS)
TOTAL LUST POINTS AFTER TWO WEEKS: 74
Sylvia stared at the total.
Seventy-four. Still not enough for a Basic Lottery (300). But closer.
She looked at the names she had circled.
Popular boys who generated higher points:
Gryffindor beater (muscular) – 18 points total across two encounters
Durmstrang boy (scar on cheek) – 11 points total
Oliver Wood – 7 points in one encounter
These boys have higher luck, she realized. The system said higher luck = higher point yield. I need to focus on them.
She wrote a new list.
HIGH-VALUE TARGETS
Gryffindor beater (need his name) – 18 points
Durmstrang scar boy – 11 points
Oliver Wood – 7 points (one encounter only)
Tall Durmstrang boy – 15 points across three encounters
She closed the notebook.
Tomorrow, I find out their names. Tomorrow, I focus on the high-luck boys.
More contact. More desire. More points.
She looked at her reflection.
Black hair. Full lips. Sharp cheekbones. Curves that made men stare.
I've been used my whole life. Now I'm the one using.
She smiled.
It wasn't a nice smile.