33 My Weak Clone

Opening his eyes after just an hour of sleep, Harry found himself in his Aunt's room. The room where they had engaged in a forbidden act of passion.

As he became more alert, the pain from his scraped and bandaged skin subsided, and his thoughts cleared up.

Guilt washed over him as he realized the extent of his actions towards his aunt.

Frustration with his past mistakes began to creep in, but just as he was about to succumb to anger, something caught his attention.

Fully awake and aware of his surroundings, Harry noticed that he was still in the same room, lying on the bed he had his Aunt pinned on.

The sound of a shower from the bathroom indicated that she was still inside.

"So she took care of me while I was unconscious..." he pondered, feeling even more remorseful and apologetic.

I had been cruel to my own kin.

As he contemplated, the bathroom door swung open, revealing a stunning rainbow-haired woman. She was dressed in black and white pajamas and exuded an aura of mystery and divine beauty.

Feeling a mix of fear and affection for Harry, Eva observed him as she approached. She couldn't help but feel drawn to him, fascinated by his captivating presence. However, she was determined to maintain her distance after he leaves.

But Harry had no such plans.

Seeing her beauty, he couldn't help but stand up and walk towards her.

Eva's heart raced, unsure of what to expect, but she held her ground, maintaining her composure. She looked into his eyes, a mixture of caution and curiosity evident on her face.

As he closed the distance between them, Harry extended his arms and pulled her into an embrace. He made sure to respect her boundaries and not overpower her. He wanted to show his affection, yet acknowledge her strength and autonomy.

Eva, surprised by the embrace but feeling a warmth emanate from him, decided to allow herself to be enveloped–she was incapable of resistance–though she retained her independence within his hold. She looked up at him, a spark of defiance in her eyes.

"Let me go!" she said and pushed him away.

They turned silent, and Harry didn't speak either, just looking at her rainbow eyes in silence.

Breaking the silence, Eva finally asked coldly, "Who are you, and why are you calling me your aunt?"

Harry understood her wariness and appreciated her strength. He moved away slightly, maintaining his distance, and replied softly, "Aunt, I know you must have many questions, and you have every reason to be upset with me. But before anything else, I want to apologize sincerely. I never meant to cause you harm or distress. However, there's something important I need to ask. Where is my clone, and why can't I sense it? We must return it to my room before my mother wakes up. Otherwise, I won't have much time to talk with you."

Eva, still cautious yet sensing his genuine remorse, studied him carefully. She could see the love and sincerity in his eyes.

Taking a deep breath, she decided to give him the benefit of the doubt. "I'll answer your questions, but first, you need to understand the gravity of what you've done. Apologies won't erase the pain you caused, nor do I think I can ever erase the hatred in my heart." Her voice was firm and genuine, containing a love for all living beings.

Harry nodded, his eyes filled with gratitude and determination, "I'm willing to do whatever it takes to fix my mistakes. Please, give me a chance!"

She shook her head coldly, and then began to speak.

"Your clone's birth is similar to my ability. It can be considered the same ability even. So tell me first, did you somehow copy my ability?"

Harry nodded and answered truthfully, "Yes, Aunt, you are as smart as Mom used to say. You're right, I copied your ability, but I didn't expect it to take effect immediately."

Eva slightly wondered at his quick response, intrigued by his honesty. She said, "That means the clone is similar to my own clone. It's currently in a state of death. You have to bring it to life if you want a functioning clone."

Harry looked at her, a mix of anticipation and concern in his eyes. "How do I do that?" he asked.

Eva paused for a moment, contemplating the best way to explain. Then she said, "You just need to follow me to the bathroom. The baby clone is currently in there."

Harry didn't move away from her this time, and instead, lifted her up in a princess carry. "I've already given you too much work today. Let me help you," he said, determination in his voice.

Eva blushed slightly, feeling a mix of surprise and warmth at his gesture. She had always had a great level of instinct regarding people and for some reason, even though she hated her current situation, she felt attracted to the person–the cause.

She didn't resist as he carried her and made their way to the bathroom. Once there, they saw the infant clone peacefully sleeping on a bed of clothes and a pillow.

A sense of connection and control surged through Harry as he saw the clone. But instead of rushing to put his Aunt down, he waited, still carrying her in his arms.

Eva looked at his face, captivated by his handsome features. There was a mysterious aura about him that intrigued her. Lost in her thoughts, she couldn't help but admire him.

Harry, noticing her gaze, looked back at her with a smile before leaning in and giving her a gentle peck on the lips. He then said playfully, "So you do have some interest in me, huh?"

Blushing furiously, Eva looked away and replied, "Don't do that anymore!"

It's so embarrassing... And I do not have any interest in you.

Seeing her cute reaction, Harry couldn't help but find his guilt melting away. He felt a deeper connection forming between them.

Her legs tugged as she tried to stand up, and he helped her.

Once she was standing, he said with enthusiasm, "Okay, Aunt, I won't kiss you again, without telling you!"

She waved away his words, her face even redder, and changed the subject. "Touch your forehead to the clone's forehead. It will awaken," she instructed, a mysterious smirk playing on her lips.

'I cannot be feeling interested in this person, right? Then aren't I a bad woman?'

Was it really so bad to finally wish for some affection?

Harry looked at her, intrigued by her smile, and then gently pressed his forehead against the clone's. A unique pain surged through his forehead, like someone pinching it hard, but it didn't hurt too much. Eva couldn't help but laugh inwardly, knowing it was his punishment.

Once the pain subsided, the clone opened its eyes, and Harry's vision expanded. Now, he could see with four eyes, a strange and extraordinary sensation.

The clone and Harry looked at each other for a moment, before both showing a mischievous middle finger to each other and smirking, then laughing a little.

Then they both turned their attention to Eva, their eyes shining with curiosity and wonder.

The clones shared a single consciousness, which meant that if one clone felt something, the other experienced it as well. Their souls were one, but their bodies were two.

Infant Harry, with his high-pitched voice, asked Eva, "Aunt, what will happen if our clone dies?"

Eva hesitated for a moment, unsure whether to laugh or smile. Her face turned slightly awkward as she looked at the older Harry before answering, "If a clone dies, you die alongside it. My ability is new, but I have a feeling that if my clone dies, I will die alongside with it," Eva explained, her voice filled with a mixture of caution and concern.

Startled by her response, Harry paused for a moment, his mind racing with the implications. He turned his attention to his internal system, trying to make sense of the situation. The words appeared before his eyes:

Passive Abilities:

Clone (1): Your soul has two bodies.

You always have two perspectives, from which to view life.

If Your Clone dies, Your Soul inside that body will crumple, and you will die if you have less than 100 soul limit.

Clone status: (Can increase its power with the same level of points used on the main body)

Strength: 0.0001

Defense: 0.0001

Stamina: 0.0001

Agility: 0.0001

Soul limit: 0/2

Ability: None

Gulping, Harry looked back at Eva and replied with a mixture of concern and determination, "I have the same feeling, so we must make sure our clones are not harmed."

Eva nodded, understanding the gravity of the situation. She looked at the baby clone, who was now smiling at her, and then back at Harry. "We need to be careful and protect our clones at all costs," she emphasized.

Harry's mind raced with thoughts of responsibility and the need to ensure their safety. He focused on his clone, using his Pleasure Points to enhance its attributes. The clone's body began to grow, matching his size and appearance from a week ago.

His infant appearance, of course.

Eva watched in awe as the baby clone transformed into a miniature version of Harry. She couldn't believe her eyes but also couldn't deny the strange connection she felt with both of them.

As the transformation completed, Harry turned his attention to Eva once again. "I'll be right back," he said with determination in his voice. "And I'm giving you a kiss."

Before Eva could react, he leaned in and planted a gentle peck on her lips. Then, with the baby clone in his arms, he ran off, leaving Eva standing in the bathroom, her face flushed and her heart racing.

'This scoundrel!'

As she watched him go, a mix of emotions swirled within her. She couldn't deny the growing attraction she felt for him, but she also knew that there were many questions left unanswered. The path ahead was uncertain, but she was willing to explore it now, guided by her curiosity and the connection she felt with Harry.

Maybe, she was meant for him instead of Harry. Maybe she had finally found her prince to be loyal to.

And unknowingly, she entered the rabbithole, and could only go deeper to see it's depth... Love, was a fickle thing.

Harry's charm was maybe just too much.

But he didn't doubt anything, why did his aunt who he literally forced himself on feel affectionate towards him all of a sudden?

And why did everything feel too smooth, too easy...too unnatural?

Such thoughts didn't cross his mind...

And so, with the baby clone in his arms and Eva's image etched in his mind, Harry moved ahead with a smile.