Chapter 1

(A bedroom)

It was a decent day, and a young man was in bed sleeping peacefully when the sun started to awaken him. He yawned and stretched; he sat up. He started to get up to take a shower. He was so dazed he didn't know where he was.

(Master bathroom)

He walked into a huge bathroom with a bath like a pool; the water was nice and warm. He slipped in and started to sit down to get cleaned up. Once his faculties came back to him, he started to look around. The bathroom was huge. It was all marble and gold. From the floor to the fixtures, even the toilet.

'Wow, I don't think Aunt Petunia has something like this. Besides, Vernon would never let me in here.' He thought, he got out of the tub, dried off, and returned to his room with freshly awakened eyes.

(Bedroom)

The bedroom was large, larger than his bedroom on Privet Drive. He had a huge walk-in closet; the bed was massive, with golden silk sheets, a red satin comforter, and soft red pillowcases. He went into the closet and got dressed in a T-shirt, jeans, boxer briefs, socks, and slippers. He put on his glasses and looked at himself in a floor-to-ceiling mirror.

He was around 5 foot 9, skinny but filling out. He had short black hair, green eyes, and a healing scar, shaped like a lightning bolt on his forehead. "My scar is healing?" He said, not thinking about it anymore, he went downstairs to see the rest of, wherever he was.

(Living Room)

He walked down a grand staircase into a huge foyer. There was a chandelier hanging above. "Wow," he had seen pictures of himself and new friends of his who were all women. He'll ask about it later. He walked into the living room. There were two huge couches, a large coffee table in between them, and an 80 inch OLED TV hanging on the wall above a fireplace.

But there were no windows. "No windows?" Just then he heard someone behind him.

"Yes, no windows." It was a soft voice. He turned around to see the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen. She was in a tight blouse showing plenty of cleavage of her double D, almost E cup bustline. Black, pencil-length leather skirt, hugging her hips, black stockings with a white garter belt, showing off her long legs, and black stilettos, making her taller than him.

She had blond hair in a bun, green eyes lighter than his, and soft, pearl-white skin—she was gorgeous! Even her pointed ears were cute. Wait a minute.

"You're an elf?" He asked.

"That's right," she said. "Welcome to 'Slut Life'. I am your adjuster, Marrisa. Nice to meet you, Harry Potter." Yep, the young man was Harry Potter, the 'Boy Who Lived'.

"Slut Life?" he said.

"Yep, our tagline is: 'Monetizing Do Good'."

"Okay, how did I get a job like this?"

"Well, remember the fight in the cemetery?"

"Where Voldemort and his goons were trying to kill me? Yeah."

"Remember the blonde man and brunette girl with silver eyes?"

"The girl had a scythe, right?" Said Harry.

"Right, well after they helped you, you had asked about joining." They sat down on the couches as a couple of cups of coffee appeared on the table in front of them. "So, Jaune, that's the blond, had referred you to us, and we accepted." Harry nodded.

"Okay, so what do we do now?"

"Well, I need to tell you everything. We are in your suite home. It's three stories, seven bedrooms, a three-story library, a kitchen big enough for two luxury restaurants, and a huge garage and hanger.

"Bloody Hell," said Harry.

"Also, you can hire a support system to help you."

"I can?"

"Yes, but there are some rules. 1. They have to be of the opposite sex. 2. You have to get intimate with them. And lastly, it's not a rule, but, 3. They are bonded to you for life." Harry was speechless.

"So they can be whoever I want?"

"Yes, whoever you want."

"Okay, so can I set up my support system first, before I get jobs?"

"I would suggest that," said Olga.

"Alright, also, how much am I getting paid?" She pulled out a check and handed it to him. Harry looked at it, and his eyes widened. "That's a lot of zeros."

"Everything to your liking?"

"Yeah, so do I just walk out the front door?"

"Yes, but wouldn't you like to know about your powers?"

"Powers?"

"Yes, you have total calmness, a broken limiter, which means everything about you is at godlike levels. Yes, I know you are a wizard."

"So this means..."

"You are as powerful as Merlyn, if not more so."

"Alright, I'll go get my support system."

"Be careful." Said Olga, and with that, Harry left.

TBC

Note: Well, here's a Slut Life for Harry. Okay, Jostanos, let it on me.