Academy's Pervert in the D Class-Chapter 103: begun

The ritual had begun again.

Lor knelt on the wooden floor, posture straight, expression composed as the flickering candlelight played across his face, casting shadows that danced over his tousled black hair and hazel eyes.

Before him hovered the silver coin—smooth, pristine, suspended in the air without a single tremble, its gleam catching the lantern’s glow.

His eyes were shut, but his brow furrowed in deep concentration, as though channeling something ancient, something not quite human, his average build tense with the weight of the performance.

Then—his eyes opened, hazy and distant, as if peering from another realm.

The coin slowly rotated in place between him and the two girls kneeling opposite him on the floor, the air thick with anticipation.

Nellie sat with her thick thighs pressed together, her panties shifting under her tight pants, her small breasts rising and falling with nervous breaths, freckles dotting her flushed cheeks like scattered stars.

Olivia knelt beside her, her full breasts heaving slightly under her blouse, the fabric straining against their generous curves, her round hips shifting as she crossed her legs, her hazel eyes sharp but tinged with curiosity.

His voice dropped, deeper, laced with false reverence and mystery, a tone he’d perfected to theatrical precision.

"What do you seek, child?"

Nellie’s voice was soft, a little shaky, her hands twisting in her lap, her wide hips fidgeting against the floor. "I... I want to get better at math."

Next to her, Olivia folded her arms under her full breasts, pushing them up in a subtle display, but spoke clearly, her voice firm despite the flush creeping up her neck. "I want to improve my Spells Theory."

Lor’s gaze flicked between them with slow gravity, as though listening to something neither could hear, his eyes tracing Nellie’s freckled cheeks and Olivia’s curvaceous form, the room’s warmth making their skin glow.

The coin gave one last spin, then dropped, landing with a dull clink on the wooden floorboards.

He closed his eyes again.

His head tilted back as if strained—his breath hitched.

A soft moan, like a thread of pained ecstasy, slipped from his lips as he pressed his palm against his chest, his body tensing, the act drawing their eyes to the way his shirt clung to his frame.

Then he exhaled slowly, the sound ragged, intimate.

"The Guiding Light..." he murmured, drawing out the silence, his voice hushed and solemn, "...demands its toll."

The girls leaned forward unconsciously, the flicker of heat in Olivia’s hazel eyes betraying her skepticism but also her curiosity, her full breasts rising with a quick breath.

Nellie’s gray eyes wide, her small breasts heaving under her top, her thick thighs clenching as she waited.

"This time..." Lor continued, voice hushed and solemn, "...for the next ten minutes. Nellie has to sit upon my face—naked."

Nellie turned crimson, her hands immediately flying to her lap, covering the front of her pants where her panties hid her pussy, her freckled cheeks burning as her wide hips shifted uncomfortably, a faint dampness building between her thighs at the thought.

"And Olivia..." Lor hesitated, casting his eyes down, as though shy, his voice dropping lower, drawing them in.

"...You must grind upon my..." He looked up slowly, letting the pause linger with precision, his hazel eyes meeting hers, the air thickening with unspoken heat. 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

Olivia frowned, her full breasts pressing against her arms as she leaned in, her round hips shifting on the floor. "Grind on what?"

Lor leaned in, lips close to her ear, his breath warm against her cheek, sending a shiver down her spine, her nipples hardening under her blouse. "...My privates."

Her eyes widened, cheeks burning a deep crimson. A tremor ran through her as her thighs pressed together, her core pulsing at the unspoken suggestion.

"Your dick?" she hissed, her voice sharp and louder than she intended. Her chest rose and fell, full breasts heaving with her quickened breath.

"Shhh—!" Lor lifted a finger to his lips, eyes snapping to the door.

"My parents are asleep," he whispered urgently. "What the hell is your plan—wake them up?"

But in truth, they had nothing to worry about.

Unseen by either girl, Lor’s magic wove its silent web around the room—a private design he’d crafted in secret, a silence field that no one else noticed.

It worked through internal silence, air was what carried sound waves, so the spell manipulated the room’s atmosphere, redirecting vibrations inward, trapping them like echoes in a sealed crypt.

This was achieved by forming a "pocket" of dense air that absorbed noise within, creating a magical vacuum that swallowed every moan, gasp, and cry.

Selective hearing followed the same principle, with wind currents and air pressure forming a barrier that filtered sound from the outside world—soundwaves entering the room were funneled through a magical "wind tunnel," amplifying or focusing incoming noise while leaving the room’s internal sounds isolated.

The result?

External sounds entered freely, almost as though there was a whispering wind carrying only outside noise into the room.

Inside, the air blocked and absorbed voices or noises, redirecting them away.

It was Lor’s safeguard, his unseen shield—ensuring their most shameful cries never escaped, the intricacy lost on everyone but him.

"I’m just a mediator," he said quietly, his voice grave but with a faint smirk threatening his lips. "It’s not my desire. It’s His."

Olivia pulled back, face flushed, hands gripping her thighs, her full breasts heaving with indignation.

"What the fuck, Lor? I just wanted help with some spell theory for the upcoming tournament, it’s not even a hard task, why is it demanding a ten-minute ride on your dick."

"I never said on," Lor pointed out, voice grave but his hazel eyes glinting. "Just... grind."

"This feels like sexual taxation," Olivia muttered, side-eyeing him, her round hips shifting as she crossed her arms tighter under her full breasts.

"At this rate, if I keep submitting to this ’Light,’ I’ll be pregnant before we ever reach Class A."