Academy's Pervert in the D Class-Chapter 116: sweet

"Good," she smiled against his neck, her tongue dragging across his pulse. "Do it. Cum for me while that sweet, clueless teacher who just fingered herself to your scent wipes her juices."

Lor let out a strangled gasp as his hips jerked, and suddenly it hit him.

The climax slammed through him like a punch—hot, wild, raw.

His cock pulsed between Kiara’s soles, thick, pearlescent ropes spilling out, coating her feet, dripping over her toes, spurting up onto his own stomach as she continued to stroke, milking every last drop with slow, decadent squeezes, her heels pressing lightly against his hips to keep him pinned.

Kiara moaned softly behind him as she felt him pulse, her legs twitching from the tension, her own pussy throbbing faintly at the sight of his release.

"Good boy..." she whispered, licking his ear, her voice dripping with satisfaction. "God, you look so fucking hot when you cum."

He collapsed back against her, breath ragged, eyes dazed, his cock twitching weakly, slick with his release against her now-sticky feet.

Kiara leaned her head on his shoulder, looking past him at Silvia—still catching her breath, now pulling her skirt down shakily, her generous chest heaving, eyes hazy and far-off.

"I almost feel bad for her," Kiara murmured, dragging her cum-covered foot slowly along Lor’s thigh, leaving a glistening trail. "Almost."

Silvia sighed, tucking Lor’s shirt against her chest like a treasured object, her expression softening into something almost tender, almost aching.

Then she stood slowly, red-faced, her wand vanishing with a flick of her fingers.

She walked to the door, her heels echoing softly on the floor, casting one last look back at the table—the spot where she’d just come undone, moaning Lor’s name.

And then she left, the door clicking shut behind her.

Silence fell, heavy and thick, the pink glow of Kiara’s circle fading slightly, the air still ripe with the scent of sex and sweat.

Lor finally exhaled, slumping back against Kiara, his chest rising and falling, his hazel eyes dazed.

Kiara kissed his temple, her hands roaming down his stomach, her fingers brushing his softening cock as she pressed her sticky soles against his thigh, proud, possessive.

"...Still think my magic’s too good to be true?" she whispered, smirking, her full breasts pressing against his back.

He turned his head, meeting her icy blue eyes, a faint grin tugging at his lips. "Too good," he said, voice hoarse. "And you’re insane."

She laughed and kissed him again—deep, slow, tasting him like she had all the time in the world, her tongue tangling with his, her pussy brushing his thigh, still wet with their earlier mess.

They lay there, tangled together on the floor, still hidden beneath the shimmer of the witch’s circle, their breaths mingling, the scent of sex heavy in the air, the classroom silent save for the faint hum of their magic and the distant echo of Silvia’s footsteps fading down the hall.

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Lor tugged his pants up, still flushed from the heat they’d left tangled on the floor, his skin warm and slick with the aftermath of their climax.

Kiara, already fastening the last clasp on her black lace bra, leaned down with a satisfied hum, touched two fingers to the dusty floor, and whispered a sharp syllable.

The pink ritual circle vanished, a shimmer of magic rising and blinking out like a bubble popping, the air in the room lightening as if the spell had been holding more than sound at bay.

Lor blinked, running a hand through his tousled black hair, exhaling as if waking from a dream.

"...Damn," he muttered, his hazel eyes flicking to Kiara, who was adjusting her skirt in front of the dusty classroom mirror, her full breasts shifting under her half-buttoned blouse, her expression oddly pleased.

"My brain’s actually working again."

He cocked his head, his gaze lingering on her plush thighs, the black lace panties clinging to her still-wet pussy.

"Hey, Kiara. What was that? You kinda... changed. Like, not just the magic. When you gave me that footjob. You felt different. Darker. Wilder."

Kiara smirked in the mirror, her icy blue eyes catching his reflection, her lips kiss-bruised and curling wickedly. "You noticed, huh?"

"Hard not to when I thought you were about to devour me," he said, his voice teasing but curious, his cock twitching faintly at the memory of her soles on his shaft.

She turned around slowly, blouse open to reveal the swell of her breasts, her black hair a mess, her skin glowing with a flush.

Her smile was wicked, but there was something behind her eyes—something new, vulnerable yet fierce.

"That," she said, walking toward him, brushing invisible dust from his waistband with a teasing graze, "was my witch blood. It... reacted."

"To what?" Lor asked, his hands pausing mid-button on his pants, his hazel eyes narrowing.

She met his gaze, her voice low, intimate, her breath brushing his skin. "To you cumming inside me."

Lor froze, his heart racing, his cock stirring faintly again. "...Reacted?"

Kiara tilted her head, her grin teasing but her eyes serious, her thighs pressing together as if to contain the heat still pulsing there. "Something weird awoke in me, Lor. I don’t know how to explain it you yet. But it stirred."

Lor squinted at her, mock suspicion in his voice, trying to lighten the weight of her words. "Are you sure it wasn’t just you being a giant pervert like me?"

Kiara laughed, rich and real, her full breasts bouncing slightly as she leaned closer, her spicy scent enveloping him. "Maybe both."

She finished dressing, one boot still unlaced, hopping up to sit cross-legged on the bench where Silvia had lost herself moments ago, the wood still faintly warm from her body.

"Tell me something," she said, her voice softer now, her icy blue eyes searching his. "What do you know about witches?"

Lor glanced up from where he was fishing around the floor for his shirt—only to remember Silvia still had it, his bare chest catching the dim light.

"Not much," he admitted, leaning against the desk, arms crossed, his lean frame relaxed but attentive. "I always thought I’d never meet one. Witches are rare, right? And taboo. Dangerous."