Academy's Pervert in the D Class-Chapter 119: Shirt

Kiara snorted, buttoning her blouse with quick fingers, her full breasts shifting as she adjusted. "You mean the one Silvia took after sniffing it like it was a love letter?"

"Don’t remind me," he groaned, his cock twitching faintly at the memory of Silvia’s desperate moans.

Kiara grinned, squeezing his hand as they headed for the door, her hips swaying with a newfound lightness. "I think she wants you."

"Think?" Lor raised a brow, his voice teasing as he followed her. "She came holding it to her face."

Kiara leaned in, her lips brushing his ear, her breath hot. "Might make for some very fun homework, don’t you think?"

Lor groaned again, his hazel eyes glinting with a mix of amusement and heat. "God, you’re going to ruin me."

Kiara smirked, her icy blue eyes sparkling as she squeezed his hand tighter, her thighs brushing against him with each step.

"I hope so."

Lor looked down at his bare chest, his skin still flushed from their earlier passion, then back up at Kiara with a crooked grin, his hazel eyes glinting with a mix of amusement and nerves.

"So... what do we do about my shirt?"

Kiara tucked a lock of her dark bangs behind her ear, her icy blue eyes sparkling with mischief as she walked toward the door, her tall frame swaying with confident grace, her full breasts shifting under her half-buttoned blouse, the black lace of her panties peeking faintly at the hem of her skirt. "I’ll go get it from Miss Silvia. You wait here."

Lor blinked, his heart skipping as he stepped after her, his voice low but urgent. "Wait—if you go and ask her for it now, she’ll know we saw her take it."

Kiara paused, glancing over her shoulder with a slow, wicked grin, her lips still kiss-bruised, her thighs brushing together under her skirt. "Then let her know."

"What?" Lor’s hazel eyes widened, his bare chest rising with a quick breath.

"She’ll be less shy the next time she visits you," she said, giving him a wink, her voice dripping with sultry promise, "and you’ll get to push your boundaries a little more."

Lor’s jaw dropped slightly, his cock twitching faintly in his pants. "What do you mean by that?"

Kiara turned fully now, facing him, her icy blue eyes gleaming with a dangerous softness, her tall frame looming over him as she stepped closer, her full breasts brushing his chest through her blouse. "Next time Miss Silvia comes looking for the Guiding Light’s help... you put it in her."

"...What?" Lor’s voice cracked, his hazel eyes wide with shock.

"I mean it," she said calmly, her voice low and smooth, her dark bangs falling into her eyes as she tilted her head.

"What?!" Lor repeated, louder this time, his voice breaking as he ran a hand through his tousled black hair. This was more of a confusion than a question.

"Kiara, what about us?"

She stepped back toward him, slow, her voice dipping lower, "Don’t worry about us."

"Kiara—" he started, but she cut him off, pressing a finger to his bare chest, her nail grazing his skin, sending a shiver through him.

"I want you," she said, her icy blue eyes locking onto his, "to do whatever you want with whoever you want. Especially if they want you."

Lor stared at her like she’d grown wings—or horns—his heart pounding, his cock stirring despite the shock. "What the hell, Kiara?"

She grinned, tapping his chest with each word, her fingers lingering just above his waistband, teasing the edge where his arousal was growing again. "Surprise, surprise."

Her expression softened, almost reverent, her full breasts rising with a slow breath as she looked up at him.

"Like I told you—I’m a witch. And now that we’ve bonded... I’m bound to you. My bloodline witch magic isn’t like a mage’s. It doesn’t recharge from mana stones or anything usual. It feeds on lust. Intimacy. Desire."

She trailed her finger lower, brushing just along the waistband of his pants, her touch light but electric, making his cock twitch harder.

"If I don’t get enough... I might have to drain you dry, the way witches use to drain men. I mean the mana. Bone-deep, soul-shattering exhaustion."

Lor’s throat bobbed, his hazel eyes wide, his bare chest heaving as he processed her words.

"But with you..." she continued, her voice like warm velvet, her finger circling lower, grazing the edge of his hardening cock through his pants, "you are different, a pervert. I get charged from your lust energy. Not just mine. Yours. Even if it’s not with me."

Lor blinked, his mind reeling. "Wait, so you’re telling me..."

"I like it," she said, her voice dripping with heat, her icy blue eyes heavy with desire, her cheeks flushed as she leaned closer.

"When you do stuff with women. Watching it. Knowing it. Feeling your heat when you come back to me, full of other girls’ taste and scent..." She bit her lip, her thighs pressing together, her pussy throbbing faintly at the thought.

"Gods, it makes me burn."

Lor took a long moment, like his brain had slipped into a ditch and couldn’t get back out, his cock now fully hard in his pants, straining against the fabric.

"Were you... always like this? Or did the glow-up witch version of you just activate?"

Kiara laughed, leaning in to kiss the corner of his mouth, her lips soft and teasing, her breath warm against his skin.

"To be honest, I’ve always been hunting. Searching for a man I could fuck into madness. Someone strong enough to last. Someone I could drown in until he gave up."

She kissed him again, slower this time, her tongue brushing his lips, her full breasts pressing against his bare chest, her pussy tingling as she leaned into him. "But instead, I found you. My soulmate. Someone who didn’t just match me—but outmatch me. You’re way more than I ever thought I deserved."