Academy's Pervert in the D Class-Chapter 121: yourself
"Thought it was so hot, the way you fingered yourself with his shirt," Kiara whispered, her voice low and filthy. "You looked like such a desperate little slut."
Silvia’s strict persona shattered, her legs wobbling as she gripped the desk to steady herself, her glasses slipping further down her nose, her hazel eyes wide with shock, her pussy pulsing faintly under her skirt.
She stared at Kiara, breathing shallow, her cheeks burning as if branded.
Kiara straightened, smoothed her skirt with a casual flick, her full breasts rising with a slow breath. "Anyway," she said cheerfully, loud enough for Lor to hear now, "you’re free to visit Lor whenever you want his Guiding Light."
Silvia blinked, her heart racing, her pussy still tingling with the forbidden heat of Kiara’s words.
"And I allow it," Kiara added sweetly, her icy blue eyes glinting with a wicked promise.
Silvia stared at her, her generous chest heaving, her mind reeling.
"In exchange," Kiara said with a coy little shrug, her dark bangs falling into her eyes, "you owe me a favor. Every time."
Silvia gulped, her hazel eyes wide behind her glasses, her generous chest heaving as she clutched the desk, her thighs pressing together involuntarily, a faint throb pulsing in her pussy.
Her gaze lingered on Lor—his bare chest, the defined lines of his collarbones, the way he looked away out of shame, modesty, or maybe just to give her mercy, his tousled black hair falling into his hazel eyes.
She gulped again, her cheeks burning crimson, her heart racing with a mix of shame and forbidden desire.
"He’s hot, isn’t he?" Kiara whispered beside her ear, her voice low and warm, like silk sliding over skin, her breath teasing Silvia’s neck, sending a shiver down her spine.
It wasn’t a question. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢
It was temptation, spoken, her icy blue eyes glinting with wicked intent.
Silvia nodded, a reflex, then immediately shook her head, her cheeks flushing deeper, her hands fumbling near her chipped mug, knocking it slightly, tea sloshing over the rim. "I—I mean, no, I—"
Kiara smirked, her dark bangs falling into her eyes as she moved slowly, deliberately, like a seductress unraveling something fragile, her full breasts shifting under her blouse, her plush thighs brushing together under her skirt.
"Of course, this is a secret, Miss Silvia," she purred, her voice dripping with promise. "No one else needs to know."
She reached down and opened Silvia’s desk drawer with a casual flick, her fingers brushing the wood, revealing the crumpled, beloved shirt—the one Silvia had pressed between her thighs just hours ago, now nestled between old tests and a broken mana stone.
Silvia didn’t stop her, didn’t say a word, just looked down in quiet shame, her pussy tingling faintly as she bit her lip.
"You don’t need this shirt anymore," Kiara whispered, folding it against her hip, her icy blue eyes locked on Silvia’s.
"The Guiding Light will benefit us both far more than it’ll ever benefit Lor. And we know it, don’t we?"
Silvia slowly looked up, her hazel eyes wide, her generous chest heaving as she saw the truth—Kiara, standing there, lips curved in a dangerous smile, voice like a spell, a wicked succubus feeding lust into her ear.
Not asking permission.
Just offering access, her full breasts rising with a slow breath, her presence commanding and intoxicating.
Silvia’s lips trembled, her pussy throbbing harder as she turned to Lor.
"I’m... sorry," she whispered, her voice cracking, her cheeks burning red.
But Lor gave her the softest, gentlest smile, his hazel eyes warm despite his shirtless state.
"It’s okay," he said, his voice low and reassuring. "Really. You looked beautiful."
Silvia’s heart stopped for a moment, her face flushing pink, then red, then deeper still, her pussy clenching at his words, her thighs pressing together under her skirt, her glasses slipping further down her nose.
She didn’t know what to say, her mind a whirlwind of shame and want.
Kiara placed the shirt into Lor’s hands, and he pulled it on, buttoning each clasp with slow, teasing motions, the silence settling like dust in the cluttered staff room.
They turned and walked toward the door, their steps quiet, neither looking back as Silvia sat frozen, her tea gone cold, her rice untouched, her thighs still pressed tight, her mind a cyclone of want and shame and possibility.
Outside.
Lor and Kiara strolled into the cafeteria, weaving past the crowds of noisy Class D and C students, their chatter a distant hum.
They made their way to their spot—the back corner, shadowed and away from the tables of nobles and overachievers, the dim light casting their silhouettes against the wall.
They sat, Kiara’s skirt riding up to tease black lace, Lor’s shirt now wrinkled but covering his bare chest.
Kiara smirked, her icy blue eyes glinting with triumph.
Lor smirked back, his hazel eyes sparkling with shared mischief.
Their hands rose in synchrony.
High five.
"Gods, you sold it," Kiara laughed, sliding her tray aside, her full breasts shifting as she leaned forward. "All that shy-boy charm? She almost creamed again just looking at you."
"And you?" Lor grinned, leaning back, his voice teasing. "You sounded like you were seducing her into a blood pact. I swear, you’ve got a slutty succubus energy."
"We make a perfect team," she said, her dark bangs falling into her eyes, her plush thighs crossing under the table, her pussy tingling faintly at the memory of their pact.
"She’s definitely coming to me next," Lor murmured, glancing out toward the hall, his cock twitching faintly at the thought of Silvia’s flushed cheeks and trembling thighs.
"So, Lor," Kiara purred, resting her cheek on her knuckles, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper. "What do you have in mind for next time?"
Lor shrugged with an innocent smile, his hazel eyes glinting with cunning. "Well, last time... she gave me a titjob."
Kiara blinked, her icy blue eyes widening, her full breasts rising with a quick breath. "Wait. What?" Her voice rose just a little too loud. "You got a titjob from Miss Silvia?"
