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Slowly opening his eyes from a deeper sleep than usual, Harry stared at the ceiling. Another day, and he would be coding, solving the same problems, and dealing with the same errors. He lay in bed a bit longer and noticed his morning glory. It was an unusual but positive change compared to being flaccid. He wasn't as upright as yesterday, but firm enough to strain the sheets. Since going to bed last night, he couldn't stop thinking about Daphne. He wondered if she might have touched him by accident. She seemed dazed, but maybe she saw him setting up the tent earlier and wondered if it was true or not. Even though he had dreamt of becoming a male actor, he was haunted by his abnormal size, which was also one of the reasons he had such a bitter history with schools in general. From his experience, teachers usually didn't care about their students' well-being, at least not when you tried to tell them you didn't feel particularly well or that bullies were nearby. In primary school, he stopped taking showers and attending physical education classes, and that continued until the end of Hogwarts because he was so self-conscious.

Harry slid his feet off the bed and ran his fingers through thinning hair. Every day, he noticed more and more hair in his hairbrush. It wouldn't surprise him if he was going bald when the rest of his life was already in chaos, so why not his health and the rest of him? He glanced at his phone on the nightstand and noticed a message in his DMs. Probably another job request. He grabbed his phone and swiped up, focusing on his Instagram inbox. He immediately recognized her face. It was Daphne. "Good morning, I need help with something in my apartment. I think my computer is broken. Do you have time?"

Harry blinked for a moment and felt a warm sensation slowly growing in his chest, flowing through his body. He clicked on her profile, which had thousands of followers, with a group of guys commenting on her posts where she posed in skimpy outfits. It was definitely her. He returned to his inbox and concentrated on the text, realizing he needed to reply. "Sure, when do you need help?". As soon as he sent it, it was already visible. He blinked and realized it was important to her.

"The sooner, the better," she replied, adding a smiley face at the end.

Harry stared at the ceiling, calculating how much time it would take to take a shower, find decent clothes, and then go to her apartment. He had told her he would be there in an hour. She lived only a few blocks away, but he needed to dress decently, and maybe grab a bite.

As he prepared himself, his mind began to wonder and suspect why she had invited him to her apartment in the first place. Perhaps she had some issues and needed help, but the way she phrased it didn't look like a typical request. It was at least strange. Harry found it difficult to think optimistically when everything he dealt with in life was a harsh reality.

Finally, he left his apartment and headed towards her place. Although he lived in southern England, and he had spent a few years living on the French coast, he was quite pale compared to all the others in the area. He didn't live far from the beach, but the presence of young Muggles made him feel like an outsider, as if he clearly didn't belong there. He had always dreamed of being able to afford high-class apartments with a beach view; surely that would make him feel better than his current neighborhood. Having someone to talk to all day improved his mood, even if her invitation seemed somewhat suspicious.

As Harry approached her apartment, he recognized the buildings as student housing. He despised such places because he had to work from home, but then he thought that at least he wouldn't have to spend the whole day in isolation.

He took the elevator to her floor, discreetly adjusting his semi-hard penis tucked into his waistband, and knocked on her door.
She opened the door, dressed in a bikini that accentuated her youthful cleavage. Harry could tell she had just taken a shower as her hair was slightly damp, and a pleasant scent of honey and vanilla lingered around her. "If you're wondering about my attire, it's because I plan to hit the beach later," she said.

He nodded, even though his discreetly tucked penis had caused a drop of precum to brush against his waistband. "Alright," he reassured her. "It is a hot day, after all. So, what do you need help with?" He wanted to get straight to the point as his mind was still racing.

"First, you need to come in," she said, leading him inside. Harry couldn't help but notice the excitement in her voice as she guided him through the hallway. He couldn't help but gawk at her swaying hips and shapely backside. "My roommates are currently on a trip to Glasgow, so I have the apartment to myself today."

"I understand," Harry replied. Despite being students, the apartment was impressively tidy. "So, it's only girls living here?"

"Pretty much," she giggled. "And we like to keep it clean." She pointed for him to sit on the couch. As he settled in, he touched something warm and wet on his right side. Raising an eyebrow, he realized they were a pair of used panties. "Sorry about that," she apologized, tossing them into the laundry basket. "I just took a shower and forgot about them. Scratch my comment about clean underwear."

Harry waved it off. "No worries," he said, wanting to cut to the chase. "So, what exactly do you need help with?"

Sitting in a chair, she took a few minutes to set up her laptop on the table. "Actually... I needed help with something else... unrelated to computers or websites." The tone in her voice made Harry feel slightly nervous as he had almost no idea about her true intentions.

"I'm all ears," Harry Potter said, leaning back, curious about what a girl like her could need his help with if it wasn't related to computers.

She smiled and looked down at her feet. "Well, I feel like I'm wasting my time. People always mistake me for a party girl just because of my looks. You talked to me about following your heart and those failed startups, and I've always wanted to be a creator too."

Harry began to guess what she wanted. "You want me to help you start a business?" he asked.

She slowly nodded. "Yes... but we'll do it together." Harry tensed, looking into her captivating blue eyes, feeling like he could drown in them. "What do you need me for?" he asked cautiously, suspecting this might be a joke.

Her gaze traveled down to his legs and focused on a specific area. "I accidentally touched you there yesterday... and it wasn't hard to notice that you're well above average."

"You make everything even more complicated... and you make me blush," replied Harry in exasperation. "Please, no more riddles, just say it.

"I've been thinking about starting OnlyFans for a while, but I haven't found a guy who's well-endowed enough," she explained, and Harry finally understood.

"Are you worried about being taken for a party girl, and yet you want to go that route?" he asked, trying to understand her motivation. "Why also Onlyfans and not the magical version."

"Hey, I'm not a slut," she said frankly, as if he had insulted her. "Your penis will be the only one I will work with. I don't plan to end up like a mainstream porn star and have someone take advantage of me. I want to stand on my own two feet, next to you, plus I'm not going to limit myself to just wizards, there's more money in the Muggle world."

"OnlyFans," muttered Harry to himself, considering the idea. "Where do we start? I'll be honest—I'm a virgin, and I won't last long."

"You won't be one for much longer if you dive into this," she replied, slightly spreading her legs. "The world is your oyster, don't forget that. I mean, I'm not trying to shame your job or anything, but wouldn't you prefer to have some fun, enjoy the company of girls, and get paid for it?"

"Girls... I thought you just wanted me?" Harry asked.

"For now, but guys usually like more, right?" she asked with a raised eyebrow. "Just because I'm a girl doesn't mean I can't be business-oriented."

Harry raised an eyebrow, realizing how eloquent she was. He slowly nodded. "I admit I've fantasized about this before... but I've never really found the opportunity."

"The opportunity is right in front of you. By the way, can I see it?" Since she had greeted him at the door in a bikini, he had an erection. Revealing it now would make her the first person to see it since elementary school. "Shouldn't we take one step at a time?" he suggested cautiously.

She smiled and joked, "So, maybe you've put a stone in your shorts."

Harry chuckled. "Alright, you asked for it." Standing up, he unzipped his shorts and slid down his underwear, releasing his impressive member. As it came free, it swayed up and down, its size causing her eyes to widen, and her jaw to drop. Her gaze traveled from the base to the massive crown, and she recoiled, slightly overwhelmed by his masculinity.

"Can I touch it?" she asked, slowly trying to regain her composure. "I mean, we'll be touching each other all along if we continue."

"Sure," Harry agreed, although his brain wasn't entirely catching up to what he was getting himself into. He felt a strong desire he hadn't experienced in a long time, yet he had never had anyone touch his manhood, let alone a girl who looked like her. "But be gentle."

"Just in case it bites, right?" she said playfully, approaching Harry, her hair cascading over her half-naked body. She knelt down to get a better view and studied his masculinity with admiration. Harry's heart raced as she finally touched him with her smooth fingers, sending a wave of warmth through his body.

"Merlin..." She tried to wrap both hands around it, but it barely fit. In this perfect position, he couldn't stop picturing what it would be like to finish on her beautiful face with those dimples and those eyes. She gripped his manhood and gently tried to retract the foreskin.

"It's so tight," she giggled, even though the touch was brief, it was unlike any other feeling. For the first time, he felt skin-to-skin contact with a girl. The warmth of her touch made an orgasm rise out of nowhere like a tidal wave, as reality and dreams finally collided. Harry bit his lower lip, unable to find the time to warn her, or the willpower to stop as her hands pulled back his foreskin. Fully exposing the purplish head, he finally released a powerful stream of semen straight onto her face, followed by another and another. He came so hard that she fell backward onto the floor, and he continued to ejaculate on her until she was soaked. His face turned red with embarrassment as his manhood continued to leak, and his load spread on the now tainted floor.

"I'm so sorry," Harry gasped, taking a deep breath, hoping he hadn't ruined their partnership. She wiped the semen from her face, but there was too much, so her eyes were still closed.

"Where do you keep the paper towels?" Harry asked urgently, realizing he needed to clean her up as soon as possible.

"In the kitchen," she replied, still laughing. "I can't see anything with cum in my eyes."

Rushing into the kitchen, Harry noticed several paper towels as well as panties and bras hanging on the drying rack. He couldn't help but absorb the musky, sweet scents, realizing it was his first time in a bathroom used exclusively by girls. "Which one is yours?"

"The one with my name," she answered.

Harry grabbed it and hurried back, helping her clean up until she could finally see him again. There was so much semen that it had even soaked through the paper towel. "I'm really sorry," he repeated, his face still burning.

"Harry, it's okay," she reassured him with a friendly smile, looking more excited than anything else. "First, you warned me, so I got carried away a bit. Second, now I know you're the perfect guy for this. Jesus, what's stored in there? That must have been a gallon of cum..." Her voice trailed off, and she burst into uncontrollable laughter, slapping her sticky thigh. "If this beast doesn't bring in views, I don't know what will."

"Combined with someone like you," Harry noted, starting to understand what she envisioned.

"Exactly," her lips curved into a smile, and Harry tried to ignore the embarrassment on his face. "Do you still feel embarrassed about it?"

"Well, it also confirms what I told you about the experience part," Harry observed, which was a significant factor in why he hadn't auditioned for porn.

"I'll make it easier for you," she promised. "You don't have to feel pressured because, in the end, we'll be making money. The goal isn't to bring me to orgasm. We'll adjust to positions that won't be as stimulating, and only then will we start."
"I've just met you," Harry Potter remarked. "Aren't we moving a bit too fast here?"

"So what?" she asked with a smile. "Sex on the first date is the norm these days."

"But we'll be working together. It's not just about the job."

"The job interview is over," she said, giggling. "Now let me know if I got the job or not." Harry was intrigued by her continued positivity and cheerfulness. He had always dreamed of having such a girl in his life. The thought of losing his virginity had always been discouraging due to his lack of experience, and he realized this was a golden opportunity. Considering all the stress and tedious code he dealt with at work, he was leaning towards a "yes." "Alright. I'm in."

She opened her arms and pulled him close, despite the semen stains here and there. They leaned into each other, eliminating any space between them. It was the first time in years that Harry had hugged someone. His curious hands explored her back, fully aware of the physical contact between them, as she was only wearing a bikini. Her skin was as smooth as a nectarine, and he could feel the outer part of her breasts pressing against his chest, where only thin fabric covered her nipples. Her warm breath on his neck sent shivers down his spine. He took a deep breath, savoring the touch he had missed, something absent for most of his life. Her scent of honey and vanilla remained untouched by his earlier climax, making him hold her even tighter. They broke the embrace and closed their eyes. For a moment, she looked slightly bashful, as if she enjoyed the hug just as much as he did. Breaking the silence, he said, "But for now, I'll be doing it on the side until it becomes a source of income."

"I don't even have an income, so I'm grateful for anything," she said, her smile remaining intact.

"Alright, I have some work to do now, but we can discuss more tomorrow. You surprised me with that text."

"And you surprised me with your size," she said, raising an eyebrow playfully.

Harry burst into laughter as she led him to the hallway, helping him forget about the surprise on his face. As he was about to leave, he turned around and had to apologize again. "I'm sorry again."

She took both of his hands, stood on her tiptoes, and kissed him on the lips. The brief kiss was enough to stir a wave of emotions in him. "Don't overthink it. Think. About. This," she said, purring.

"I'm a girl, and I don't mind cum on my face. Secondly, being in this position, it's almost like I was asking for it. Third, you warned me. So the most important thing is for you not to lose sleep over it."

Her words and the kiss dispelled all his anxiety, and he felt happier than ever. He nodded, the words slipping from him, even if her kiss slightly silenced him. "Alright, see you tomorrow."

She leaned against the doorframe and crossed her legs, accentuating her hips. "I'll slide into your DMs and let you know when I'm ready." Harry gave her a thumbs up, and she waved before closing the door. This girl was undeniably attractive.

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