Academy's Pervert in the D Class-Chapter 108: froze

Olivia froze, her fingers tightening on his collar, her hazel eyes widening.

"...Is it reading my mind?" she asked slowly, her voice half-whisper, half-awe. "How the fuck does it know that?"

"I don’t know," Lor said, his hazel eyes wide, solemn, the lie perfected. "But it’s powerful. And wise."

Olivia’s grip slackened, her hand falling away, her round hips shifting as she sat back, her pussy still sensitive under her damp panties.

She turned to Nellie, her eyes softening, throat tight. "I’m... sorry. I dragged you into this."

Nellie shook her head, a faint smile breaking across her freckled face, her gray-green eyes warm despite her embarrassment. "It’s okay. Really. I should’ve said something too."

Lor glanced between them, then exhaled, his voice softening, a calculated gesture of empathy.

"I feel bad, for what the Light did to you tonight. So... maybe I’ll visit your houses next time. When I’m free. Tomorrow or the day after."

Both girls glanced at him, their expressions a mix of surprise and cautious hope.

"Fine," Olivia said, her voice still sharp but tempered, her full breasts rising with a steadying breath.

"Okay," Nellie whispered, her thick thighs shifting as she hugged herself.

He stood and dusted his palms, his hazel eyes glinting with triumph. "Do you want something to eat?"

They shook their heads quickly, Nellie’s freckled cheeks flushing deeper, Olivia’s hazel eyes narrowing as if to hide her lingering arousal.

He led them downstairs, quiet now, the creak of the steps the only sound, the candles along the hall flickering gently as they passed, shadows trailing behind like silent witnesses.

The air was warm, the scent of cinnamon and butter lingering from the kitchen, a stark contrast to the musky tension they left behind.

He opened the door, the cool night air rushing in, carrying the faint tinkle of wind chimes.

They stepped out, exchanging quiet goodbyes under the dark sky, Nellie’s wide hips swaying nervously, Olivia’s round hips moving with a forced grace, her full breasts still heaving slightly under her blouse.

He closed the door behind them with a soft click, the house settling back into silence.

And turned.

The hallway was still warm, familiar, the glow of the candles casting a soft light.

He headed toward the stairs.

Then—

"Aahn~"

A long, breathy moan echoed from down the hall, soft but unmistakable, drifting from the direction of his parents’ bedroom.

Lor froze mid-step, his blood turning cold, his hazel eyes widening in horror.

It came again, softer, longer—a feminine gasp, laced with pleasure.

His heart stopped, his face paling as he realized—Mom and Dad.

"...Nope," he muttered under his breath, turning around fast and bolting back to his room, shutting the door behind him with a thud.

He stared at the ceiling, face pale, his cock twitching faintly despite the shock.

He didn’t hear anything. Nothing happened. He was imagining it.

He buried his head under the pillow, willing the sounds away.

Nothing happened.

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Chirp chirp

Lor stirred to the sound of birdsong, the sunlight pouring over his sheets in lazy, golden slants, bathing his room in a warm glow.

The warmth on his skin felt nice—too nice—his body responding instinctively, a familiar heat pooling low in his gut.

His hand drifted down under the blanket, fingers brushing the hard, aching length of his morning boner, throbbing stubbornly against his briefs, the memory of Nellie’s thick thighs and Olivia’s full breasts still vivid from last night’s ritual.

His hips shifted once, involuntarily, a low groan forming as he blinked slowly at the ceiling, his cock twitching with need.

Then—he frowned.

Something was wrong. 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

He turned his head, squinting at the old wooden clock on the wall, its hands ticking past nine.

His heart dropped into his gut, the heat in his groin snuffed out like a candle.

"Shit."

He sat up in a panic, sheets tangling around his legs, his erection fading instantly under the flood of stress.

The alarm on his clock—he’d meant to reset it last night after Olivia silenced the timer spell for their ritual.

He forgot.

And worse... his mom hadn’t woken him up either.

He threw on his clothes in a frantic rush, skipping socks, barely dragging a comb through his tousled black hair, the strands sticking up in disarray.

His uniform shirt was half-buttoned as he dashed down the stairs barefoot, nearly slipping off the final step in his haste.

He bolted toward the hallway, where his parents’ bedroom sat behind a closed door, his heart pounding as he banged his fist lightly on it. "Mom! Why didn’t you wake me?!"

There was a startled rustling sound from within.

After a few seconds, the door cracked open, and Mira stepped out, her long black hair slightly tousled, robe loosely tied, revealing a glimpse of her plump curves as her kind eyes blinked bleary but warm.

"Oh, Lor—gods, I’m sorry!" she said, voice soft and hurried, her cheeks faintly flushed. "I completely forgot—I must’ve overslept. I was... tired from cleaning the house last night."

Lor’s eyes twitched, his mind flashing to the long, breathy moan he’d heard echoing from their room last night—decidedly unclean, the kind of sound that made his half-erect cock wither into full retreat.

He looked past her, catching a glimpse of hid dad still sprawled in bed.

"Right. Cleaning. Okay."

They both rushed, the house buzzing with sudden urgency.

Lor splashed water over his face in the washroom, the cold shock waking him fully as droplets ran down his jaw, matting his hair further.

He ran fingers through it, barely taming the mess, his eyes darting to the mirror to confirm he looked somewhat presentable.

Mira, bless her, tossed him a plate as he passed the kitchen, her apron swishing against her hips.

"Quick omelette, take it in your hand, baby!" she called, her voice warm despite the chaos.

He caught it mid-stride, mouth already full of egg and herbs before he hit the front door, the savory taste grounding him as he yanked his boots on, laces half-tied.

Then he was out.

Boots slamming against the cobblestone street, hair still damp and sticking to his forehead, uniform rumpled, eyes squinting into the daylight as he sprinted down the main street toward the academy.