Academy's Pervert in the D Class
Chapter 80: sentence

Chapter 80: sentence

Eva couldn’t finish the sentence, her gaze dropping to the ground, a subtle heat rising in her cheeks at the memory of their past rituals—the way his hands had squeezed her breasts, the warmth of his face between her thighs.

Lor shrugged, keeping his tone casual, nonthreatening.

"Then maybe don’t ask that. Maybe ask the Light to make me smart enough to finish the homework faster."

Eva raised a brow, her green eyes narrowing in curiosity.

"But... how would that work? The Guide doesn’t help you, right? It guides others. How can it make you smarter?"

He glanced down, fiddling with the hem of his uniform shirt, his voice dropping low as if sharing a forbidden secret.

"Sometimes... it can possess me. Take over. Use its power through my body to complete the task."

Eva’s eyes widened, her breath catching audibly.

"Wait, it can do that?" Her body leaned in slightly, unconsciously, her curves accentuated by the way her arms crossed under her chest, pushing her breasts up just enough to draw a fleeting, hidden glance from Lor.

Lor gave a subtle nod, his tone humble, almost self-deprecating.

"Yeah. I never mentioned it before. No one ever asks anything for me, anyway. I mean... why would they?"

Eva’s breath hitched, guilt sinking deeper into her expression.

Her hands unclenched, fingers twitching as if she wanted to reach out.

"I’m sorry, Lor," she whispered, her voice thick with remorse. "I treated you like... like a tool. Like you were just some background character in my life to achieve my goals."

He didn’t say anything.

He didn’t need to.

The silence hung between them, heavy with her confession, the alley’s shadows deepening around them like a veil.

She stepped closer, close enough that Lor could catch the faint floral scent of her hair, her warmth cutting through the evening chill.

"I’ll do it. Let’s summon the Light."

A long pause passed, the distant hum of the town—merchants closing shops, carts rumbling away—fading into the background.

Then Lor nodded, his weary smile returning. "Not here. Too public."

"Right," Eva said quickly, her resolve snapping back like a taut string. "Let’s go to your house."

They moved together through the narrowing alleys, Eva beside him, quiet and resolved, her steps matching his with a newfound purpose.

Lor kept his eyes forward, but inwardly, he counted the pieces falling perfectly into place—her guilt, her loyalty, the way she was walking right into his web.

When they reached his home, the familiar wooden door creaking open under the lantern’s warm glow, Mira opened it with eyes bright and welcoming.

Her black hair was tied back loosely, her apron dusted with flour from whatever she was baking, her plump figure radiating maternal warmth.

"Oh! Eva, you came too?"

"Yes, Mrs.Vayne," Eva said sweetly, flashing a polite smile that hid the storm of emotions beneath. "I’m here to do homework with Lor."

"Oh, good, good," Mira smiled, her kind eyes crinkling at the corners. "I’ll get you two some snacks in about an hour. Fresh cookies—you like them, Eva?"

Eva nodded, her cheeks warming. "Thank you, Mrs.Vayne."

"Thanks, Mom," Lor said, already climbing the stairs, his bag slung over one shoulder.

Lor let Eva pass him, then followed her, his steps quiet as she ascended ahead of him.

Her skirt swishing softly with each step, the faint outline of her blue lace panties teasing his vision as she ascended.

Lor’s room was bathed in the soft glow of late afternoon light, filtering through heavy curtains to cast dappled shadows across the floor.

Eva stepped in first, her arms laden with notebooks, her green eyes glinting with a mix of curiosity and nervous resolve.

They dropped their bags by the cluttered desk, papers and quill pens spilling across its surface.

Eva’s gaze wandered, then stopped abruptly on the bed—a new one, its dark-stained wood gleaming under the soft light, thick beams polished to a shine, subtle rune carvings etched into the sideboard like whispers of magic.

Her brow lifted, a spark of pride in her eyes. "Wait... this is from Velnar’s Craft, isn’t it?"

Lor turned from where he was setting out the ritual coin, his hazel eyes flicking to her with a casual grin. "Yeah. Dad must’ve brought it in today while I was at the academy. Because the old one creaked too much."

Eva’s lips curved into a knowing smile, her fingers tracing the bed’s smooth edge, feeling the familiar grain of her family’s work.

"That’s our shop. My dad built this." Her voice held quiet pride, her curvy frame shifting as she leaned against the frame.

"Our beds don’t creak. At all. Built to last—even if you jump on them."

She proved her point, dropping onto the mattress with a heavy bounce, her full chest jiggling under her tight knit top, the fabric clinging to her curves, accentuating the soft swell of her breasts.

Her skirt rode up slightly, a flash of blue lace panties teasing at the edge of her plump thighs.

Lor’s eyes flicked to the motion, a spark of heat flaring in his chest before he masked it with a raised brow. "...Impressive craftsmanship."

Eva laughed, her tone teasing, her green eyes glinting with mischief.

"Told you. It’ll hold up no matter how much... pressure you put on it." She stretched slightly, her blouse straining against her chest, then patted the floor beside the bed.

"Alright. Come on. Ritual time."

They settled cross-legged on the floor, facing each other, the new bed looming like a silent witness behind them.

Lor placed the silver coin between them, its surface catching the candlelight with a faint shimmer.

He closed his eyes, his body stiffening, back straightening with an unnatural rigidity—a performance honed to perfection.

The coin trembled, then lifted, hovering steadily between their faces.

Eva’s breath caught, her green eyes locked on the coin, wide with awe and a flicker of nervous excitement.

Lor’s eyes snapped open—blank, white.

His voice dropped, low and resonant, a mockery of ancient power.

He intoned, "What guidance do you seek, child?"

Eva hesitated, her lips parting, her chest rising with a quick breath that made her blouse tighten further.

Then she spoke, her voice steady but soft.

"I don’t want guidance. I want the Light to possess Lor and... help him with his homework. Please."