Academy's Pervert in the D Class-Chapter 104: Begins

"Aqqcc~!"

Nellie made a soft, squeaky sound—almost like a gasp but gentler, cuter—and immediately clapped her hand over her mouth, her eyes wide.

Olivia turned to look at her.

Lor glanced too, then shifted back to Olivia.

"It’s up to you." He said, handing her the reins for the decision.

There was a pause. 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶

Olivia’s brows drew together in a tight crease.

Her lips parted—hesitated—then pressed into a thin line of resolve.

"...Can I switch with her?" she blurted, voice taut with urgency.

"Like—can I take Nellie’s part? I’ll sit on your face, like last time. And Nellie can grind on you—she’s got those thick thighs, you like that, right?" She glanced between them. "Nellie, you’ll switch, won’t you?"

Nellie froze under the weight of attention.

Her eyes flicked from Olivia to Lor, wide and uncertain.

Nervous. Overwhelmed.

But agreeable, as always.

She gave a small, hesitant nod.

Lor shook his head slowly. "That’s not allowed."

Olivia narrowed her eyes. "Why not?"

He spread his hands a little. "The Guiding Light... wants what it wants. There’s purpose in its perversity. If you go against the instructions, you lose his favor."

Olivia stared at him. "You know this is deranged, right?"

Lor just looked patient.

Still lying. Still composed.

"...Fuck it," Olivia muttered under her breath. "Fine. But your pants stay on."

Lor’s eyes sparked.

She’d handed him another card to play, and he didn’t miss it.

"Well," he said, "if my pants stay... then yours come off. That’s how we balance."

Olivia glared.

Lor shrugged. "One of us has to do it. The light demands."

She chewed her lip for a moment, then groaned, "Ugh, whatever. You’ve seen me without pants before anyway."

With a sharp breath, she hooked her thumbs under the waistband of her tight pants and started pushing them down.

Inch by slow inch, the fabric peeled from her hips, tugging against the swell of her round ass.

Her panties were a soft lavender lace, the same ones she’d worn earlier that day.

Her thighs shifted as she stepped out, body still hot from the climb and the tension, her breath shallow.

Lor’s eyes drank it in, his cock twitching in his pants as he watched her full breasts heave with each frustrated breath, her nipples hardening against her blouse from the cool air kissing her skin.

Olivia’s pussy, barely covered by the sheer lace, glistened faintly with arousal, her folds outlined through the material, the damp spot at the crotch betraying how the ritual’s demand had already stirred her.

She turned away from him, bent to pick up her pants, ass on full display—the round cheeks flexing as she straightened, lavender lace wedged slightly between them, her pussy lips peeking from behind, swollen and inviting.

She tossed them aside with defiant grace, her thighs rubbing together as she stood, her full breasts bouncing lightly with the motion.

Nellie, meanwhile, fumbled with her own waistband, blushing furiously as she pushed her soft tight pants down, the fabric catching on her wide thick hips before sliding free.

Her white cotton panties stretched tight over her thick ass and plush thighs—thicker than Olivia’s, thicker than Eva’s, ridiculously so, the material riding up to expose the soft crease where her thighs met her cheeks.

Her small breasts rose with a quick, embarrassed breath, nipples poking against her top as she stepped out of her leggings, her pussy already warming under the cotton, a faint dampness blooming at the thought of what was coming.

Her body had an irresistible softness that made Lor’s cock throb against the tight cage of his pants, his eyes lingering on her wide hips swaying nervously, her thick thighs quivering with anticipation.

It felt like a dream.

Once they were both undressed to the waist, Lor leaned back on the bed, arms folded behind his head, heart thudding in slow, expectant beats, his cock straining visibly against his pants.

Olivia was the first to climb up—graceful, despite her irritation.

She moved over him, straddling his hips, her knees pressing into the mattress on either side, her full breasts swaying with the motion, nipples tight peaks under her blouse.

Her pussy, still damp beneath the lace, hovered just above his cock, which strained beneath his trousers, the heat of her radiating through the fabric.

With one deep breath, she lowered herself—until her slick warmth settled directly on his shaft through both layers, her round ass resting against him, the pressure perfect, her pussy lips parting slightly to mold around his hardness, sending a jolt through both of them.

"Pervert," she hissed, her lips curling, but her thighs clenched around him, her full breasts heaving as she felt him throb beneath her.

Lor smirked, eyes half-lidded, his hands sliding up to grip her hips, feeling the soft give of her round ass under his fingers.

Then Nellie’s voice broke through, breathless and sweet. "L-Lor... am I doing it right?"

She was already climbing up the bed, nervous and trembling, her thick thighs quaking as she swung one over his head, her soft inner leg brushing his jaw, the warmth of her skin like silk against him.

Nellie’s back faced Olivia’s back, hands braced at the headboard, her body positioned above Lor’s face—just inches from his lips, her small breasts rising with quick breaths.

Her pussy hovered—neatly shaved, gleaming with arousal, the lips full, perfect, her cotton panties discarded, the scent of her musky sweetness filling his nose, making his mouth water.

Her thighs looked massive from this angle, like they could trap him and never let go, her wide hips framing the view, her thick ass cheeks hovering just above his chest.

He breathed deep, already dizzy with the scent of her, his cock twitching harder under Olivia.

"Yes," he said, voice thick with hunger. "You’re doing it right."

And then Nellie began to lower herself, slowly—her thighs parting wider, her pussy descending toward his waiting mouth, her weight closing around his face like warm thunder.

His vision dimmed under the sheer curve of her hips.

The heat. The pressure.

Her soft moan as she settled, still unsure if she was hurting him.

She wasn’t.

She was suffocating him with heaven.