Academy's Pervert in the D Class
Chapter 81: silence

Chapter 81: silence

A heavy silence fell, the room’s shadows deepening as the coin spun higher, pulsing with a faint silver glow.

His body tensed, a low hum vibrating in his throat, as if some vast entity stirred within him.

Then the voice rumbled again, deep and commanding.

"Rare is the one who would offer their plea not for themselves, but for another..."

Eva watched, lips parted, her fingers twitching against her thighs.

"For this, I am pleased," the voice continued, slow and weighty. "Your sacrifice is worthy. And for this act... I shall assist you both."

Eva’s lips curved into a faint, relieved smile. "Thank you."

Lor let out a guttural hum, his head tilting back as if seized by power, the coin dropping with a sharp clink against the wooden floor.

He slumped forward, hand pressing to his forehead, groaning softly as if drained. "Ugh... that one was intense."

Eva scooted closer, her skirt brushing the floor, her voice laced with concern. "You okay?"

He blinked, shaking off the act, his usual casual tone returning as he rubbed his neck. "Yeah, yeah. Just... mana drain."

She nodded, her green eyes searching his face, her body leaning in just enough to let her floral scent drift toward him. "So... what did it ask this time?"

Lor met her gaze directly, his hazel eyes calm but steady, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.

"It said... since you teased my nipples last time, it’s only fair I get to suck and play with your breasts for ten minutes."

Eva froze, her breath catching.

Her cheeks flushed, a soft pink spreading to her collarbone, her full chest rising sharply under her blouse.

For a moment, she said nothing, her lips parted in shock, her body tensing as the weight of his words sank in. But she didn’t pull away.

She swallowed hard, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Ten minutes." Her green eyes locked onto his, a mix of defiance and nervous excitement flickering in their depths. "You better not waste it."

Lor’s smile was slow, predatory, a quiet triumph gleaming in his hazel eyes as he leaned closer, the air between them crackling with unspoken heat.

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Eva’s chest rose and fell in a slow, shaky rhythm, her green eyes locked on Lor’s with a mix of defiance and raw vulnerability.

The air in his room hung heavy, thick with the scent of sandalwood and the faint, floral warmth of her skin.

Her fingers trembled—not from fear, but from the electric heat building between them—as she reached for the buttons of her blouse.

She didn’t look away.

Didn’t hide.

This was her choice, her sacrifice for the Guiding Light’s "demand," and she owned it.

The first button slipped free, then the next, and the next.

The fabric parted like a veil, sliding off her shoulders in a soft whisper, revealing the simple black bra beneath.

Her skin glowed flushed gold under the lantern’s dim flicker, her breathing deepening as the blouse pooled at her waist, exposing the full curve of her breasts straining against the lace-trimmed cups.

Lor knelt before her on the floor, motionless, his hazel eyes darkening with unrestrained hunger.

His heart hammered in his chest, mouth going dry as he drank in the sight—her curvy frame bared, willingly, just for him.

He reached forward slowly, reverently, his fingers brushing the underside of her bra, hooking beneath the cups.

With a gentle tug, he pulled it down, letting her breasts spill free with a soft, enticing bounce.

God, they were perfect.

Full, heavy, and soft, her nipples already stiff peaks, rosy and begging for attention.

Her skin was warm, silky smooth, her chest heaving as if her body craved the exposure, the worship.

Lor shivered, his breath hitching.

"Gods, Eva..." he murmured, voice rough with awe, his cock twitching in his pants at the sheer sight of her.

Her face burned beautifully red, cheeks flushed deep crimson as she bit her lower lip, glancing away but not retreating.

Her arms stayed at her sides, palms pressing flat against her plump thighs, her dark blue hair with its pink streak falling forward like a curtain over one eye.

He couldn’t wait any longer.

His hands cupped one breast with both palms, lifting its weight gently, marveling at the plush give beneath his fingers.

She was so warm, so responsive—her nipple hardening further under his thumbs as he brushed them in slow circles, teasing, testing.

Eva let out a small, shaky sound, her body arching just a fraction into his touch.

Lor’s grip tightened, squeezing both breasts now—soft at first, then firmer, kneading the soft flesh like dough, watching her react.

Her thighs shifted subtly beneath her skirt, a quiet sign of the heat pooling between them.

He leaned in closer, his breath hot against her skin, and traced his tongue along the curve of her breast, slow and worshipful.

One kiss, then two, then three—soft presses that made her gasp faintly.

Then his lips closed over her nipple, sucking it into his mouth with a slow, deep pull.

Eva’s whole body jerked, a sharp "Ah..." escaping her lips, her green eyes fluttering shut as pleasure shot through her like lightning.

The sound went straight to Lor’s core, his cock hardening fully now, straining against his uniform as he sucked again, deeper, his tongue swirling around the sensitive bud.

He pulled back with a wet pop, just to flick his tongue across her nipple—again and again, teasing mercilessly—before diving back in, alternating between her breasts.

His hands worked in tandem, squeezing and massaging, thumbs rolling her other nipple between them, pinching lightly to draw out more of those breathy whimpers.

Her skin tasted faintly salty, warm and addictive, her breasts heaving with each labored breath.

Eva shivered under him, her body drawn taut like a bowstring, her thighs pressing together tighter, the ache between them growing unbearable.

She couldn’t help it—her pussy throbbed with every tug of his mouth, slick heat soaking through her blue lace panties, dripping down her inner thighs.