Academy's Pervert in the D Class-Chapter 111: cracked

Lor cracked a grin, his voice playful but sincere.

"I mean. I have those already. No shortage." He winked, his hazel eyes glinting with mischief.

Kiara looked at him for a long second, her icy blue eyes softening, something tugging in her chest—quiet, subtle, but undeniable.

Lor had seen her lowest secret, had the power to ruin her... and he still wanted her.

All of her.

Even if she scared him a little.

Even if she was taboo.

Even if it meant stepping into danger just to stay by her side.

"...I’m flattered," she said, trying to keep her tone breezy, but the flush creeping up her cheeks betrayed her, her pussy tingling with a mix of arousal and something deeper—something like trust.

Then she turned away slightly, her lips curling into a small, wicked smile.

And with a small, breathless voice—

"Yes."

Lor’s eyes widened at Kiara’s soft, breathless Yes, his heart skipping a beat, his hazel gaze searching her icy blue eyes for any hint of a game.

"Yes? You’re serious?"

Kiara, flushed but composed, nodded again, her dark bangs falling into her eyes, a rare softness in her sharp features.

"Don’t make me say it again," she said, her voice low, teasing, but with an edge of vulnerability that made her pussy tingle faintly, her thighs shifting under her skirt.

He smiled, a rare sincerity breaking through his usual mask, his frame stepping closer, the corridor’s morning light catching his tousled black hair.

He leaned in, hesitant at first, then pressed his lips to hers—not the heated, dominating kiss of their games, but something tender, personal, full of cautious affection.

His lips moved slowly, soft and warm, tasting of the omelette he’d rushed through, a quiet promise in the gentle pressure.

Kiara’s hands slid up behind his neck, pulling him closer, her full breasts brushing his chest through her blouse, her fingers tangling in his hair as the kiss deepened, her lips parting to let him in.

Lor’s hands landed at her waist, uncertain at first, then bolder, gripping her hips, feeling the curve of her under his fingers, her body responding with a subtle arch.

She started to enjoy it more, her movements shifting from gentle to hungrier, her tongue brushing his, a soft moan escaping as she nipped his lip, smirking against his mouth.

They kissed again—longer, warmer, the corridor’s chill fading as their bodies pressed closer, her pussy tingling with growing heat, her thighs pressing together under her skirt.

Kiara’s hands roamed over his chest, fingers tracing the lines of his shirt, dipping toward his waistband, teasing the edge where his cock stirred faintly.

Lor breathed heavier, his hands gently catching hers, pulling them away.

"Kiara, we’re in public," he said, voice low but firm, his hazel eyes glinting with restraint despite the heat in his groin.

Kiara pouted mockingly, her full breasts rising with a playful huff. "Already regretting asking me out?"

"Never," Lor replied, his voice steady, a smile tugging at his lips as he stepped closer, his hand brushing her waist again.

She leaned in, her lips brushing his ear, her breath hot and teasing. "Come with me."

She grabbed his wrist and led him down the less-patrolled corridor of the academy, her hips swaying with confident grace, her skirt teasing black lace with each step.

The hallway was quiet, the chatter of classes muffled behind closed doors, the morning light filtering through tall windows in soft beams.

She pushed open the door to a disused classroom, the creak echoing in the dim space—dusty desks scattered haphazardly, the air heavy with the scent of old parchment and forgotten spells.

Lor hesitated, his hazel eyes scanning the room, but Kiara’s confidence carried the moment, her taller frame leading him inside with a tug.

"Here?" he asked, half-expecting this, his voice tinged with amusement and arousal, his cock twitching faintly in his pants.

Kiara knelt and placed her palm on the floor, her fingers tracing a quick sigil.

A ritual circle flared pink, spinning once with a soft hum before vanishing, the air shimmering faintly with magic.

"Sound-proofing," she said, standing with a smirk, her icy blue eyes glinting. "Same as what you do at home."

Lor’s brow arched, surprised but impressed, his heart racing. "You knew?"

"Of course. You think I wouldn’t notice magic that precise?" She smiled, wicked and knowing, her full breasts shifting as she straightened, her thighs brushing together under her skirt.

Kiara slowly undid her uniform jacket, the buttons popping free one by one, revealing her blouse stretched tight over her full breasts, nipples hardening faintly against the fabric.

She peeled it off, letting it fall to the floor, her bra—a black lace number—hugging her curves, her skin glowing in the dim light.

Her skirt dropped next, sliding down her plush thighs to pool at her feet, leaving her in just her panties, black lace clinging to her pussy, already damp with anticipation.

"Now step inside the circle," she said, her voice low and sultry, her eyes locked on his, commanding yet inviting.

Lor complied, his fingers unbuttoning his shirt slower, watching her every move, his cock hardening as he shed the fabric, revealing his lean chest, the faint definition catching the light.

His pants followed, unbuckled and pushed down, leaving him in briefs that did little to hide his growing arousal, his eyes never leaving her curves.

They stood in the circle, close, the ambient hum of her magic vibrating around them, the air thick with unspoken desire.

They leaned into one another again, Lor cupping Kiara’s cheek this time, pulling her in, his thumb brushing her skin as their lips met.

The kiss was heavy, hot, charged with the tension of their new pact—her lips parting eagerly, her tongue tangling with his, a soft moan escaping as her full breasts pressed against his chest.

She pushed against him, her bare thigh brushing between his thighs, the friction making his cock throb harder.

Their kiss deepened, her hands roaming his chest, nails grazing his skin, his fingers sliding down to grip her hips, pulling her closer until her pussy pressed against his thigh through her panties, her arousal soaking through the lace.