Academy's Pervert in the D Class-Chapter 114: murmured

"...Lor?" she murmured aloud, voice soft with puzzlement, her cheeks flushing a soft pink as she held the shirt against her bust, fingers curling into the fabric, her hips shifting slightly.

Kiara’s eyes widened, her breath catching.

Lor’s mouth went dry, his heart pounding as he felt Kiara’s body tense against his.

Silvia’s cheeks flushed deeper, her lips parting as she smelled the shirt again, her fingers tightening on the fabric.

"...That’s definitely him," she mumbled, her voice low, almost intimate, her thighs shifting where she stood, her jacket pulling tighter over her chest.

She stood there for several long seconds, biting her lip, her eyes distant, as if lost in a memory of her own ritual with Lor.

In the circle, Lor and Kiara lay still—naked, tangled, silent, their bodies pressed together, her pussy still slick against his thigh, his cock twitching faintly at the sight of Silvia’s unwitting intimacy.

Then Lor turned slowly to Kiara, his voice a hushed whisper. "...We’re so fucked."

Kiara grinned, her icy blue eyes glinting with wicked amusement. "Only if she steps in the circle."

Miss Silvia cast one last glance down the hallway—empty, quiet, sterile in its stillness.

Her heels tapped softly as she stepped out, looked left, then right, her sharp eyes darting like a thief’s, before she eased the door closed behind her.

The latch clicked with finality, the sound intimate in the dim classroom, sealing her inside with her thoughts and Lor’s shirt clutched tightly in her hands.

She froze.

Just a second.

Just breathing.

Still clutching Lor’s shirt, her fingers curling into the fabric as if it were spun from sin itself. 𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂

She lifted it to her face, inhaling deeply, her breath shaky, a flush blooming across her cheeks, spreading down her neck and into the swell of her generous chest, where her blouse strained against full, heaving curves.

Her breath came shallow, quick, her body betraying her need as she stood there, lost in the scent.

Nearby, Lor and Kiara lay naked, silent, unseen but watching, their bodies pressed close in the faint pink glow of Kiara’s sound-proofing circle, their sweat-slicked skin warm from their earlier climax, her full breasts brushing against his back, her plush thighs draped around him.

They watched her, their breaths held.

Silvia walked like she was floating—legs tight in her pencil skirt, hips swaying unconsciously with each careful step, the fabric riding higher to reveal the tops of her sheer black stockings, glinting faintly in the ambient glow.

She raised a finger with a shaky hand and flicked it once.

The teacher’s table beside her hissed clean, dust vanishing in a shimmer of magic, the surface gleaming as if polished by her will alone.

She sat slowly, like her thighs were made of liquid need, the skirt bunching higher, exposing more of her smooth legs, the stockings clinging to her curves.

She didn’t look up.

She only lifted the shirt again, burying her face in it, inhaling deeply, her breath hitching.

"Mmnh... Lor..." she whispered into the fabric, her voice soft, trembling, laced with a desperate longing.

Her hands clutched the shirt tighter as her other hand drifted down, dragging over her stomach, between her thighs, pressing the skirt tighter against her heat, her fingers brushing the damp silk of her black panties, outlining her pussy lips, already soaked with arousal.

Under the desk, beside, Lor’s jaw tensed, his hazel eyes wide with shock and a growing heat.

"Holy fuck," he whispered, his voice barely audible.

He looked away quickly, as if trying to be decent, to not ogle.

Kiara chuckled behind him, her full breasts brushing against his back as she leaned close, her breath tickling his ear, her spicy scent mingling with the musky air.

Her smile curved sharp as a knife, her icy blue eyes glinting with wicked amusement.

"It’s fine," she purred, her hand caressing his thigh, fingers grazing dangerously close to his stirring cock. "You’re not betraying me by looking."

Lor was already half-hard again, twitching in response to Silvia’s display and Kiara’s teasing touch, the danger making his pulse race.

Kiara turned his face with her fingers, forcing him to look, her nails grazing his jaw.

"Look at her. Look how fucking hot she is... She’s moaning your name, sniffing your shirt like a lovesick schoolgirl," she whispered, her voice low and filthy, her fingers creeping along his inner thigh, brushing the base of his cock.

"Gods, it’s pathetic... and so hot."

Silvia’s hand trembled as it slid under her skirt, pushing the fabric higher, bunching it around her waist to expose her black silk panties, clinging damply to her pussy, the fabric outlining her swollen lips, glistening with her arousal.

She conjured a wand with a flick, slender and pulsing faintly with pink light, its hum soft but charged.

Her breath hitched as she pressed it to her slit, dragging it in slow circles over the soaked fabric, her hips jerking slightly, her generous chest heaving as her blouse strained, nipples hardening against the material.

"Oh god," she breathed, nuzzling the shirt, grinding faintly into her own hand, the wand’s vibrations sending shivers through her thighs, her pussy throbbing under the silk, her moans soft but growing more desperate.

Lor groaned softly, his cock twitching hard, thickening again, rising toward his stomach, pre-cum beading at the tip as he watched Silvia’s unwitting performance, her curves swaying with each shudder.

Kiara smirked, her icy blue eyes gleaming with devilish delight.

"She’s fingering herself to your scent. You seeing this, Lor?" Her hand wrapped around his shaft—hot, slow strokes that made him tremble, her fingers slick with his pre-cum as she pumped him lazily.

Then, with a devil’s gleam in her eye, she leaned back and slid her legs around him, locking him between her plush thighs.

Her bare feet curled around his cock—arches pressing firm, toes wrapping around the head, slick from the pre-cum already beading at the tip, her soles warm and soft, teasing him with expert precision.

"Fuck—Kiara, what are you doin—" he hissed, hips jerking helplessly into her feet, his cock throbbing under her touch, the sensation overwhelming in the cramped space under the desk.