Academy's Pervert in the D Class-Chapter 88: One step at a time
And then, with a breath too soft for anyone else to hear, Silvia looked away, her resolve holding but bending just enough.
"One step at a time," she murmured to herself, gripping the tome tighter, her newfound fire flickering but not extinguishing.
She turned back to the board, voice brisk and commanding.
"Open to page 56. Converging elemental threads."
The lesson began, her examples sparking like firecrackers, drawing the class in despite the tension.
But the air pulsed like a heartbeat—charged, uneasy.
Lor sat still, eyes on the board, but Kiara was watching him.
Watching his jaw, his silence, her sharp mind turning, trying to read him, to find the why behind that kiss that didn’t feel like hers, didn’t ignite the fire she craved.
And Lor?
He didn’t give her a single glance, his hazel eyes fixed ahead.
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The dining hall buzzed with low chatter and the clink of cutlery on plates, a symphony of mundane academy life.
Students in scattered uniforms grouped together in familiar clusters, laughing over steaming trays or whispering secrets, their worlds small and self-contained.
No one glanced at Kiara and Lor as they walked in—hand in hand, yet entirely isolated, the air around them thicker, sharper, like an invisible barrier warding off intruders.
No one dared to follow, their eyes averting as if the pair carried a curse.
They reached the far end of the cafeteria, where Kiara always claimed a table for two, a secluded spot by the tall windows overlooking the misty grounds.
Lor sat down first, his movements mechanical, without pulling out her chair or even glancing her way, his hazel eyes fixed on his tray as it floated into place with a soft hum of cafeteria magic.
Kiara dropped into her seat across from him, watching him from beneath her lashes, her dark bangs framing a face carved with curiosity and frustration.
Her full breasts rose with a slow breath, straining against her blouse, but Lor began eating quietly.
Coldly.
No smile.
No flirt.
Not even annoyance.
Just... indifference, as if she were a shadow at the edge of his vision.
She stabbed at her rice with a spoon, the metal scraping the plate, then exhaled sharply and leaned forward, her skirt riding up to tease black lace against her plush thighs.
"Okay," she said at last, her voice low, edged with demand. "What’s wrong?"
He didn’t look up, his spoon dipping into his soup without pause.
"You’re acting cold," she went on, her icy blue eyes narrowing, voice dropping to a whisper that carried the weight of her growing impatience.
"Yesterday you were... affectionate. That kiss wasn’t fake. And now you won’t even look at me."
Lor raised his head slowly, his hazel eyes meeting hers at last, flat and unyielding.
"What am I to you, Kiara?"
Her brows knit, a flicker of confusion crossing her sharp features. "You’re my boyfriend."
"Really?" he asked, his voice flat, devoid of warmth.
She hesitated, her fingers tightening around her spoon. Then, "Of course not."
Lor set his spoon down gently, the clink echoing like a punctuation mark in the tension between them.
"Then we’re wasting each other’s time," he said, his tone sharpening, a blade unsheathed.
"We’re pretending to be in something fake when we both know we could be with someone else, something real."
Kiara went silent, her lips parting slightly, the words hitting like a slap she hadn’t expected.
Her thighs shifted under the table, a subtle press as the ache from yesterday’s kiss lingered, unfulfilled. 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞
Lor leaned back, his gaze hard, unwavering.
"I spent my whole life invisible. I was the loser. I know that. But now I have a way to help. A way to use the Guiding Light to give something back to the people in Class D—my classmates. It gives me purpose. Let me have that."
Kiara’s arms folded across her chest, pushing up her breasts in a defiant display, her eyes glinting with challenge. "I still think it’s fake."
Lor’s jaw tensed, a muscle twitching. "Really?" he said, his voice low. "Then the day you came to my house for the guiding light’s help and tried to punch me—what broke your wrist?"
Kiara tilted her head, chewing on his words for a beat, her mind turning like gears in the quiet hum of the hall.
Then she smiled.
It wasn’t a sweet smile—slow, predatory, like a cat toying with a cornered mouse.
"You know what I think, Lor?" she said softly, her voice like velvet stretched over a blade, leaning in close enough that her spicy perfume enveloped him.
"What?" he asked, holding her gaze.
"I think you’re actually strong. Stronger than any of us. And you’re using this Guiding Light gimmick to fulfill your perverted little needs under a mask."
Lor’s eyes narrowed, a flicker of tension in his posture. "Why would you think that?"
Kiara’s grin widened, triumphant, her legs crossing under the table, skirt hiking just enough to brush his knee.
"Because I checked your bloodline," she said casually, as if discussing the weather. "Class D doesn’t have brains, right? That’s what everyone thinks. But me? I found the Vayne family records."
Lor froze, his breath catching subtly, the clatter of the hall fading into background noise.
She continued, her voice lilting with victory, eyes sparkling like shards of ice.
"Your paternal grandfather was a drunk who sold off the family estate to chase girls and wine. Died penniless in a ditch. Your maternal one died in a war with no legacy. No hidden bloodline, no mystical secrets. Nothing."
He swallowed hard, the truth of it hitting like a gut punch—he hadn’t expected anyone in Class D to dig that deep, let alone her, the untouchable queen with her sharp mind and sharper claws.
"I see," Lor murmured, his voice steady despite the storm inside. "So what if I said it’s not bloodline magic... but ancient magic I found on my own?"
Kiara let out a quiet laugh, elegant and amused, leaning back with a grace that made her curves shift enticingly.
"Nice try, Lor. But don’t lump me in with the rest of the sheep. Your eyes already told me the truth. I’m not wrong. You know I’m not."
