Academy's Pervert in the D Class-Chapter 91: sarcastic

Lor and Kiara stepped back into the classroom together.

The room was a haze of afternoon light slanting through the arched windows, dust motes dancing in the beams, the air thick with the scent of chalk and lingering mana residue from the morning’s spells.

Students had already trickled back from lunch, their chatter a low murmur that died as eyes flicked toward the pair—subdued, curious, but silent.

No one dared comment on the queen bee and the class nobody walking side by side, no visible tension, no explosive drama.

Just an eerie calm, like the eye of a storm where lightning could strike at any moment.

They took their seats without a word, desks still joined from earlier, Kiara sliding into hers with graceful nonchalance, her skirt whispering against the wood as she crossed her legs.

Lor settled beside her, his posture relaxed but alert, his hazel eyes scanning the room briefly before settling on the board.

The atmosphere hung heavy—classmates stealing glances but saying nothing, their whispers hushed, as if the balance between Lor and Kiara had shifted the entire room’s gravity.

Miss Silvia stood at the front, her auburn hair still impeccably buned, glasses perched on her nose as she continued the lesson on spell harmonics, her voice steady and commanding, sigils glowing faintly on the board with each flick of her chalk.

She noticed them enter but didn’t pause.

The lecture flowed, but Kiara remained oddly quiet, her usual icy defiance muted.

Her fingers tapped the desk occasionally, a restless rhythm, her icy blue eyes stealing side glances at Lor, studying him like a puzzle she hadn’t quite solved.

Was he bluffing?

Or had she truly met her match?

Lor felt her stares but ignored them, his focus on the board, though inwardly he reveled in it—the way her gaze burned, the subtle shift in her posture, her thighs pressing together under the desk as if the tension from their conversation still simmered low in her belly.

The class dragged on, Silvia’s transformed confidence holding the room captive, until the bell rang, sharp and final.

The room emptied slowly, chairs scraping, bags slung over shoulders, students filing out in clusters, casting furtive looks at the pair but keeping their distance.

Lor got up to leave, slinging his bag over one shoulder, ready to slip into the hallway’s anonymity.

But Kiara’s hand shot out, grabbing his wrist—firm, warm, her nails grazing his skin in a way that sent a spark up his arm.

"Wait," she said quietly, her voice unreadable, low enough that the last stragglers didn’t hear as they exited.

Lor paused, turning back to her, his hazel eyes meeting hers.

The classroom was empty now, the door clicking shut behind the final student, leaving them alone in the golden afternoon light, dust motes swirling like unspoken secrets.

A long pause stretched between them, Kiara’s grip loosening but not releasing, her thumb brushing his pulse point absently.

She studied him, her sharp face a mask of calculation, her full breasts rising with a slow breath that made her blouse strain.

Then.

"Can you kiss me once? Like yesterday?"

Lor’s lips curled into a slow smile as he stepped in, one hand finding her waist—fingers sliding over the curve of her hip before curling in with quiet possession.

She felt the shift in his grip, how it acknowledged her height, her shape, drawing her closer without hesitation.

She didn’t move away.

Her breath caught as he leaned in, the air between them charged—until his lips brushed hers, slow at first, then deepening.

It wasn’t like the kiss from the morning—soft and fleeting.

This was fire wrapped in velvet. 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺

His tongue parted her lips, exploring with a hunger that stole her breath, tasting her like he’d missed her for days.

His other hand cradled her cheek, guiding her into the kiss as his body pressed closer—not forceful, just enough to let her feel the heat rolling off him, the way her chest met his, soft curves aligning with hard muscle.

Kiara melted.

Her fingers curled into his shirt, anchoring herself as the kiss grew wet, insistent, devastating.

A quiet moan slipped from her mouth into his, her knees weakening as her body lit up—every nerve pulled toward him, heat blooming low and fast.

When he finally broke the kiss, he didn’t step away.

His breath mingled with hers, lips still brushing, eyes dark with satisfaction.

"Is this what you meant?"

Kiara was left dazed, breathing hard, lips parted and swollen, her cheeks flushed crimson as she stared at him, her thighs clenching against the sudden throb.

She nodded faintly, words failing her for once, her icy composure cracked by the intensity.

They walked side by side down the cobbled path home, the afternoon sun dipping low, casting long shadows that danced ahead of them like playful ghosts.

The academy gates faded behind, the path winding through the town, merchant carts rumbling by, but the world felt smaller, just the two of them in their charged bubble.

Lor broke the silence first, his voice casual but probing. "Were you joking when you said you wanted me to lick your pussy until you cum?"

Kiara stopped mid-step, turning to him with a raised brow, her lips curving into a wicked smile, her dark bangs falling into her eyes.

"Oh? No. I was serious. If you kiss this good, I can only imagine how you use that tongue of yours down my pussy." Her words were bold, laced with heat, her thighs shifting as she imagined it—his mouth between her legs, teasing her folds, making her arch.

Lor met her gaze, bold now, the balance of power tipping in his favor. "I want you to blow me. And maybe I’ll return the favor."

Kiara stopped fully this time, her icy blue eyes widening in surprise, then narrowing with amusement and impression.

"That’s brave," she finally said, her voice low, husky, her body leaning closer unconsciously, breasts brushing his arm.

Lor didn’t back down, his hazel eyes locked on hers. "So is that a yes?"

Kiara nodded once, casually, but her eyes burned with anticipation, her thighs pressing together against the growing ache.

"Don’t disappoint me."