Academy's Pervert in the D Class-Chapter 113: groaned

Lor groaned, his control snapping, and slammed into her with a final thrust, burying himself as deep as he could go, his cock throbbing inside her tight heat.

His orgasm tore through him like lightning, hot, thick waves of cum bursting from him, filling her pussy, spilling deep inside her, her walls milking him for every drop.

Her eyes widened, glowing brilliant pink as she screamed, her body arching under him in a shuddering climax, her pussy gushing around his cock, soaking both their thighs with her release, her full breasts heaving as she trembled beneath him.

Lor collapsed beside her, panting, his cock slick, wet with their combined mess, his chest rising and falling as he caught his breath.

Kiara lay there, her dark bangs splayed wildly, her full breasts rising with each ragged breath, her pussy still pulsing faintly with aftershocks, a mix of their cum dripping down her thighs.

He reached for her hand, fingers brushing hers, the touch grounding in the quiet.

"...What the fuck was that glow," he murmured, dazed, his hazel eyes flicking to hers.

Kiara just smirked, eyelids heavy, her voice hoarse and teasing. "...Magic," she whispered. "Real magic."

Kiara’s glowing eyes dimmed, fading back to their usual icy blue, sparkling beneath the tangle of her dark bangs.

She turned toward him with a lazy, sated smile, brushing sweat-slick strands from her flushed cheek, her plush thighs draped across his, her pussy still warm and slick against his skin.

"...Might surprise you," she whispered, her voice husky, "but that was my first time."

Lor blinked at her, still catching his breath, his hazel eyes widening as he processed her words. "Wait. What?"

She chuckled, the sound low and throaty, her full breasts shifting as she propped herself up on one elbow. "You heard me."

His brows rose, then he laughed softly, breathless, his lean chest rising with the motion. "Then... I guess I should say it too."

Kiara’s eyes narrowed, caught off guard, her lips parting slightly. "...You serious?"

"Dead serious," he said, his hazel eyes meeting hers, his cock softening but still twitching faintly against her thigh. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞

She bit her lip, the corner of her mouth twitching in amusement, a flush creeping up her neck.

"Well. You were... better than expected." She rolled toward him, draping a leg over his thigh, her pussy brushing his skin, leaving a wet trail.

"Pleasantly surprised."

He leaned in, brushing his lips over hers again—slow, deep, content, the kiss lingering with a tenderness that felt new, a shared secret between them now.

Their skin was warm, the taste of each other still clinging to their mouths, her spicy scent mingling with the musky aftermath of their release.

Click.

A sharp mechanical noise echoed through the room, the door handle turning.

Lor shot up, panic sparking through his limbs like cold water, his heart racing as he scrambled for their clothes.

"Shit—!" He grabbed Kiara’s blouse, stuffing it toward her, his fingers already twitching to cast, lips mouthing the start of a blocking spell—

But Kiara caught his hand mid-gesture, calm and grinning, her icy blue eyes glinting with mischief.

"Hey. Relax."

He froze, his hazel eyes wide, his breath catching.

The door creaked open.

Miss Silvia stepped in, her brow furrowed behind her glasses.

Her auburn hair was tied up but loosening, a few strands falling across her flushed cheeks, her white jacket pulling tightly across her generous chest, buttons straining, her pencil skirt riding slightly higher on one thigh, revealing a glimpse of smooth skin.

She paused in the doorway, her sharp eyes scanning the room.

It looked empty.

No sign of them.

Except—

She took another step, her brow knitting tighter, her heels clicking softly on the dusty floor. Something white caught her eye just ahead.

Lor stared, wide-eyed, his heart pounding. My shirt.

Kiara leaned closer, whispering smugly into his ear, her breath hot against his skin, "See? Magic. Surprised?"

Lor’s mouth parted in awe as the ritual circle beneath them pulsed with a faint pink sheen, barely visible, like breathing light beneath their naked bodies, their sweat-slicked skin pressed together.

"She can’t see us?" he whispered, his voice barely audible, his cock twitching faintly despite the panic.

Kiara shook her head, brushing a kiss to his shoulder, her full breasts pressing against his arm. "Not just that. She can’t hear us. Can’t feel our presence either."

"Damn," Lor murmured, impressed, his hazel eyes flicking to Silvia’s swaying hips. "This magic’s too good to be true."

"It is," Kiara admitted, tracing lazy circles on his chest with her fingertip, her pussy still warm against his thigh. "There’s a catch. There’s always a catch."

Lor raised a brow, his hand resting on her hip, feeling the soft curve. "What’s the price?"

Kiara sighed, her voice low. "A witch’s magic always leaves a trace. Silvia might not notice it—most don’t—but those sensitive enough might feel something off. And... if someone were to touch us directly, even accidentally..."

Lor gulped, his gaze darting to Silvia, who was now bending over to peer beneath a desk, her skirt riding higher, her generous chest straining against her jacket as she moved.

"...So it’s a little risky," he whispered, his cock twitching faintly at the danger.

"Just stay still," Kiara murmured, wrapping her arms around him again, her full breasts pressing closer, her pussy brushing his thigh. "Stay here with me, and nothing happens. She’ll leave."

She leaned up again, her eyes fluttering shut, lips seeking his once more, her tongue brushing his in a slow, teasing dance.

But then—

"Wait," Lor whispered sharply, his hand tightening on her hip.

Kiara paused, her icy blue eyes snapping open.

Silvia’s gaze had landed on something.

She stepped forward, her heels clicking, and bent down, her skirt riding up to reveal more of her thighs.

Her fingers closed around Lor’s discarded shirt—outside the circle.

"Oh no," Lor muttered under his breath, pulse quickening, his cock stirring despite the panic.

Silvia stood slowly, holding the white shirt in her fingers, her brows still furrowed, her glasses sliding slightly down her nose.

She lifted it close to her face, her generous chest rising with a slow breath.

She sniffed.