Academy's Pervert in the D Class-Chapter 102: carrying

The cool night air swept in, carrying her scent—lavender and ink, sharp and familiar, mingling with the faint musk still lingering from earlier.

Olivia leaned closer, her light brown hair tousled from the climb, loose waves framing her face, her cheeks lightly flushed from the chill or exertion.

Her hazel eyes, sharp and unreadable, glinted in the lantern light, her slender frame perched on the narrow ledge outside, charcoal-gray pants clinging to her hips, her blouse slightly rumpled but still accentuating her subtle curves.

She stared past him, her gaze locking onto Nellie, who stood frozen near the bed, her petite frame dwarfed by the room’s intimacy, her thick thighs pressing together under her tight pants, lilac panties peeking faintly at the waistband.

"What’s Nellie doing here?" Olivia asked, her voice flat and cutting, each word a blade slicing through the tension, her eyes narrowing as they raked over Nellie’s flushed cheeks and fidgeting hands.

Nellie stiffened, caught mid-step, her mouth parting as if to explain—but the words fumbled and stuck, her gray eyes darting to Lor, then back to Olivia, her small breasts rising with a quick, nervous breath.

"I—I was just—" she stammered, her freckled cheeks burning, her wide hips shifting as if she could shrink into the shadows.

Lor looked between the two of them, his mind racing, the air in the room shifting—tense, alive, ready to spark.

Olivia’s presence was like a storm cloud rolling in, her sharp gaze and controlled posture a stark contrast to Nellie’s soft vulnerability.

The Guiding Light scam hummed in his veins, another opportunity presenting itself, but the risk was higher now, with two girls in his orbit, their emotions raw and tangled.

"Nellie came to talk," Lor said smoothly, stepping back to let Olivia climb through the window, his voice calm but calculated, his hazel eyes flicking between them.

"About the Academic Tournament. She’s nervous, wanted some help."

Olivia swung her legs over the sill, landing lightly on the floor, her movements graceful, her blouse shifting to reveal a glimpse of her slender waist.

She straightened, folding her arms under her chest, her hazel eyes never leaving Nellie.

"At this hour? Sneaking through alleys?" Her tone was skeptical, her gaze cutting, but there was something else beneath it—curiosity, maybe, or a flicker of jealousy.

Nellie swallowed hard, her thick thighs trembling slightly as she clutched the foil packet of chocolate tighter, as if it could shield her.

"I... I didn’t want anyone to see me," she mumbled, her voice barely above a whisper, her freckled cheeks glowing red. "Kiara... she’s made it impossible to talk to him in class."

Olivia’s eyes softened for a fraction of a second, but her posture remained rigid, her lips pressing into a thin line.

"Kiara," she muttered, the name dripping with disdain, her gaze flicking to Lor now, searching his face. "So what, you’re running a secret study group now without me?"

Lor’s smile was faint, disarming, as he leaned against the desk, the air still heavy with the faint musk of Kiara’s earlier visit, now mixing with Olivia’s lavender scent and Nellie’s nervous warmth.

"Something like that," he said, his voice low, teasing the edge of truth."Nellie needs help with theory."

Olivia’s brow arched, her hazel eyes narrowing, but she didn’t challenge him—not yet.

Instead, she stepped closer to Nellie, her slender frame contrasting with Nellie’s wide hips and soft curves.

"Are you really here for the guiding light?" she asked, her voice softer now, but still sharp enough to cut.

Nellie’s breath hitched, her gray eyes widening, her lilac bra shifting slightly under her top as she hugged herself tighter.

"I—I just needed help," she stammered, but her cheeks betrayed her, flushing deeper, her thick thighs pressing together as if to hide the heat building there.

Lor watched it all, his heart racing with the thrill of the game—their tension, their vulnerabilities, the way the room felt like a powder keg waiting for a spark.

He stepped forward, his voice gentle but commanding.

"Olivia, you’re here too. At this hour. Sneaking through alleys." He tilted his head, mirroring her earlier skepticism. "What’s your excuse?"

Her eyes snapped to his, a flush creeping up her neck, her slender hips shifting as she adjusted her stance, her full breasts pressing against her blouse, the fabric clinging to their generous curves in the lantern light.

Olivia’s hazel eyes burned with defiance, but the heat in her cheeks betrayed her, her round hips swaying slightly as she stepped closer.

"I’m here for the same reason as Nellie," she said, her voice sharp but trembling at the edges, her gaze flicking to Nellie’s petite frame, then back to Lor. "I need your help. The Academic Tournament’s coming, and I’m not ready. I want the Guiding Light ritual. Now."

Lor’s brow arched, his lips twitching into a faint smile as he glanced at Nellie, who stood frozen near the bed, her gray eyes wide, her freckled cheeks flushed, her thick thighs pressed together under her tight pants.

Nellie’s politeness—her shy offering of chocolate, her quiet plea—contrasted starkly with Olivia’s commanding tone, her full breasts heaving with each breath, her posture radiating entitlement.

He already decided, who was going to get what.

Two girls, both desperate, both ripe, their desires and fears laid bare.

He stepped to his desk, grabbing a silver coin with a casual flick, its surface gleaming in the lantern light.

"Alright," he said, voice low and inviting, as he sank to the wooden floor, cross-legged, the coin resting in his palm. "Sit."

Nellie obeyed, her wide hips settling awkwardly on the floor, her lilac panties peeking faintly at her waistband as she faced him, her small breasts rising with nervous breaths. 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

Olivia followed, less gracefully, her full breasts bouncing slightly as she dropped to her knees, her gray pants hugging her round hips, her gaze locked on Lor with a mix of challenge and need.

Lor placed the coin between them, his fingers brushing the wood, his hazel eyes flicking between Nellie’s shy vulnerability and Olivia’s bold intensity.

"You both want the Light," he said, his voice dropping to a low, resonant tone, the performance beginning. "Let’s see what it demands."