Academy's Pervert in the D Class-Chapter 107: curling

Lor pumped slowly, one finger curling inside her tight heat, then two, stretching her gently, finding that sensitive spot that made her whimper.

Olivia’s moans grew louder, her full breasts heaving, nipples rubbing against her blouse. "Oh—gods—yes..."

He kept going, faster now, his fingers fucking her pussy in steady thrusts, curling just right, his tongue flicking her clit relentlessly, the wet sounds of his mouth and fingers filling the room, mingling with her gasps.

"Right there—Lor—don’t stop—" she begged, her voice breaking, her round hips grinding harder against his face.

Her back arched sharply as it hit her—an orgasm that wracked her whole body, her head dropping, her chest collapsing onto the bed, her round ass raised high as her thighs shook violently.

Her moans were rough, loud, primal, spilling from her lips like waves, her pussy gushing onto Lor’s fingers and tongue, her walls clenching tight around him as she came hard, juices dripping down his hand, soaking the sheets.

Lor pulled back slowly, licking his lips with a smirk, his hazel eyes glinting as he sat beside her, watching her catch her breath, panting, ruined, her full breasts pressed flat against the bed, her round ass still trembling in the air.

From the window, Nellie flinched at the sound—Olivia’s hoarse moan, the wet slap of her thighs against the bed.

She squeezed her legs together, her white cotton panties damp again, clinging to her pussy as it throbbed faintly, her thick thighs quivering with a mix of embarrassment and arousal.

She didn’t dare look back, her gray eyes fixed on the moon, her small breasts rising with quick, nervous breaths, her freckled cheeks burning as the room’s musky heat enveloped her once more.

They cleaned in silence, the room heavy with the musky scent of their shared release, the candlelight casting flickering shadows across the wooden floor.

Olivia pulled her tight charcoal-gray pants back up, dragging them over her still-twitching thighs with a hiss of breath, the lavender lace of her panties sticking slightly to her inner thighs, damp with her lingering arousal, her full breasts rising with each frustrated exhale as she adjusted her blouse.

Lor, meanwhile, stood and turned away, unfastening his belt to peel off the pants soaked with his own climax, the fabric clinging to his skin, his cock softening but still sensitive.

He grabbed a fresh pair from the corner, sliding them on quickly while both girls politely averted their gaze, Nellie’s freckled cheeks burning, her wide hips shifting nervously.

The air was thick with spent heat and unsaid tension, the faint sound of the wind chimes outside mingling with their uneven breaths.

Once dressed again, they settled back on the wooden floor—Olivia cross-legged with arms folded tightly under her full breasts, pushing them up against her blouse, her hazel eyes sharp but guarded.

Nellie kneeling neatly, hands on her lap, her panties peeking faintly at the waistband of her pants, still blushing but calmer now, her gray eyes soft with lingering vulnerability.

Both looked toward Lor expectantly, the silence heavy with the weight of the ritual’s aftermath.

He inhaled deep, closing his eyes, his tousled black hair catching the light as he leaned forward, hands resting on his knees.

Then he opened them slowly, his hazel eyes glinting with a mix of solemnity and calculated mischief.

"...Oh. Oh no," Lor said, frowning, his voice low and heavy with feigned concern.

Olivia immediately perked up, her full breasts shifting as she leaned forward. "What happened now?"

Nellie leaned in too, her wide hips swaying slightly, her voice trembling. "Is something wrong?"

Lor rubbed the back of his neck, playing the part just right, his tone dropping to a grave whisper. "The Light... it’s refused."

"What?" Olivia snapped, her voice rising, her hazel eyes blazing with indignation, her round hips tensing.

Nellie’s gray eyes widened, her freckled cheeks paling, her expression falling like Lor had personally betrayed her soul, her small breasts rising with a quick, panicked breath.

"Why?" Olivia demanded, heat curling in her throat, her full breasts heaving as she leaned closer.

"Because..." Lor paused, letting the weight of the moment settle, his voice heavy with mock regret.

"The Light says you both broke its rules. Tonight wasn’t a ritual for guidance—it was a punishment."

"What?" Nellie gasped, her hands flying to her lap, her thick thighs pressing together, her voice quivering. "What did we do? I... I didn’t do anything wrong..."

Lor sighed dramatically, leaning back, his hazel eyes flicking between them with calculated precision.

"It says—during the Spell Precision Tournament... during Round Three. After the ritual I performed with Olivia and Eva, you both went and shared the Guiding Light’s teachings."

He turned his gaze sharply toward them, his voice hardening. "With Myra. And Viora and... Nellie. Is that true?"

Olivia’s jaw clenched immediately, her full breasts rising with a sharp breath, her hazel eyes narrowing but refusing to answer, her round hips shifting uncomfortably.

Nellie’s head dropped, her ash-brown braids falling forward, her silence saying enough, her freckled cheeks burning as her thick thighs quivered under her pants.

Lor sat back, smug and solemn all at once, his cock still twitching faintly in his fresh pants, the thrill of his scam pulsing through him.

"I have already warned you against against this. Its knowledge is sacred. Not to be passed casually. It’s not a... group study handout."

"I swear to the fucking stars—" Olivia growled, reaching forward, grabbing the collar of his shirt, dragging him closer, her full breasts nearly brushing his chest.

"You’re gonna perform another ritual right now—!"

Nellie gasped, her small hands reaching out to pull Olivia back gently. "Olivia, wait—please..."

But Lor remained calm, his gaze steady, unfazed by her grip.

"The Light also said," he continued, his voice unwavering, dripping with false reverence, "that even now... Olivia chose Spell Theory on purpose. Different than Nellie’s choice. So that in one ritual, you’d get answers for the entire theoretical tournament which contains only Maths and spell theory as the syllabus. Is that true?"