Academy's Pervert in the D Class-Chapter 99: lavish
Nellie paced her lavish room in tight circles, her bare feet whispering across the velvet carpet, the soft fabric yielding under her petite frame.
The massive villa was silent around her, thick with marble and money, but it brought her no peace.
She was alone, again.
The kind of alone that echoed, deep and accusing, her ash-brown braids swaying with each step, brushing against her freckled shoulders.
The Interclass Spell Precision event had ended.
She’d barely held herself together, her gray eyes wide with nerves as she cast.
But she managed to score above everyone’s expectations, and she was very happy about that—a quiet thrill that made her plump hips sway a little more as she paced.
Next up was the Academic Theory competition—books, written answers, high-pressure questions—and she felt like she was crumbling.
She still felt like the loser of Class D.
The petite girl with freckles dotting her cheeks, wide thick hips that made her skirts cling in all the wrong ways, and trembling fingers that betrayed her every time.
And Lor...
Lor had changed everything.
Even for her, he had given her hope which she had lost long ago, and it helped.
His Guiding Light ritual had sparked something inside her—a hope, a confidence that made her stand taller, her thick thighs steadying as she walked the halls.
But.
She hadn’t even dared talk to him since Kiara sunk her claws in.
Kiara, with her icy eyes and noble blood and possessive glare, her tall frame and full curves commanding the room like a queen.
Just standing near Lor felt like asking for exile, like inviting that sharp gaze to cut her down.
So Nellie had kept her head down.
Avoided him.
Pretended he wasn’t there while her gut twisted, her small breasts rising with anxious breaths, her white lace panties shifting uncomfortably under her nightshirt as she paced faster.
Maybe... maybe she could go to his house after class tomorrow?
The thought made her heart hammer, her gray-green eyes widening as she imagined it—knocking on his door, her freckled cheeks flushing, her wide hips swaying nervously as she waited.
Would he even talk to her?
She’d ignored him.
She’d been afraid.
What if he thought she was just another fake friend?
What if he hated her now, his hazel eyes turning cold instead of that warm, knowing glint?
She chewed her lip and sat heavily on her bed, then collapsed face-first into her pillow, groaning muffled into the soft fabric.
Her thick thighs spread over the soft sheets, her wide, plush hips rising in the air, the nightshirt riding up to expose the curve of her ass, white lace panties hugging her cheeks, the fabric wedged slightly between them from her restless movements.
She wore only a cute lilac bra and matching panties, the thin material clinging to her petite upper body, her small breasts pressed flat against the bed, nipples hardening against the cool silk from the friction.
All she could think about was offering him something.
Money? A gift? Gold?
But that would feel like... buying him.
Would that hurt him?
Would he look at her with that smile, then walk away, leaving her alone with her doubts?
She couldn’t compete with Kiara.
Couldn’t lure him with money—Kiara was royalty.
Magic. Power. Prestige.
Nellie’s body was soft, curvy in the lower half, her wide hips and thick thighs a contrast to her petite torso and small breasts, her freckles a map of her insecurities.
Nellie buried her face deeper into the pillow and groaned again, legs kicking helplessly behind her, her ass jiggling slightly with the motion.
"Ughh..."
How do I get the Guiding Light’s help... without looking pathetic?
Then her eyes snapped open, gray and wide, a spark igniting in their depths.
An idea hit her like a surge of mana, making her small breasts heave with excitement.
She sat up, cheeks flushed, breath quickening, her bra strap slipping down one freckled shoulder.
She didn’t need to wait for class. She didn’t need gold or bribes.
She just needed courage.
Minutes later, the villa’s back door creaked open, and Nellie slipped out into the moonless night, dressed in dark casual clothes that hugged her soft frame—a loose top clinging to her small breasts, pants tight around her wide hips and thick thighs, emphasizing every curve as she moved.
She stuck to the alleyways, shadows kissing her freckled face, her braids swaying with each cautious step.
She avoided the main road and took the winding path to Lor’s house—her steps light, her heart pounding.
Finally, at the edge of town, she saw it.
The Vayne household.
Humble.
Quiet.
One lit window above, glowing like a beacon in the dark.
She crouched, heart in her throat, her thick thighs tensing as she picked up a stone, her fingers trembling slightly.
Precision, she told herself, raising her arm, her small breasts rising with a deep breath.
She threw.
It hit on the first try—a sharp, crisp tap against glass, just like he’d taught her in one of their rituals, the memory making her freckled cheeks warm.
A few seconds passed.
She held her breath, her wide hips shifting as she waited, anxiety coiling in her belly.
Another stone.
This one softer.
Then—
The window creaked open.
And Lor appeared, hair tousled from the day, eyes adjusting to the dark, his average build framed in the light, looking down curiously.
He looked down—and saw her.
Nellie.
Standing alone beneath his window, her petite frame swallowed by the shadows, wide thick hips and thick thighs outlined in the moonlight, her ash-brown braids catching the faint glow.
Breathless.
Watching him with wide, gray eyes full of desperation and hope, her small breasts heaving under her dark top, freckles dotting her flushed cheeks like stars in the night.
Lor blinked down at her, barely visible in the dim light, her shoulders hunched as if bracing for rejection.
It was... surreal, seeing the shy, curvy girl who’d avoided him since Kiara’s claim now standing at his doorstep, bold enough to throw stones at his window.
"Nellie?" he whispered, his voice low, carrying through the quiet night. "What are you doing here?"
