Academy's Pervert in the D Class-Chapter 120: Flushed

Lor flushed, scratching the back of his neck, his hazel eyes softening despite the heat in his groin.

"I... damn." He cleared his throat, his voice rough. "So... I can just... keep doing what I’ve been doing?"

"I insist," she purred, her icy blue eyes gleaming, her hand sliding up his chest, nails grazing his skin. "And guess what?"

"What?" he asked, his voice low, his cock throbbing as her touch sent sparks through him.

She leaned close, her lips brushing his ear, her breath hot and teasing. "I’ll help you."

Lor exhaled sharply, his hazel eyes widening, "Wow."

Kiara kissed his cheek, her lips lingering, her full breasts pressing against him as she pulled back, her thighs shifting under her skirt. "Guess you found your soulmate too, huh?"

He looked at her—this wild, dangerous, brilliant, absolutely deranged woman—and grinned, his hazel eyes glinting with a mix of awe and hunger.

"I guess I did."

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Miss Silvia’s staff room smelled faintly of tea, fried rice, and ink, the air warm and close despite the cracked window behind her letting in a faint breeze.

Her desk was cluttered—papers half-marked, ink stains creeping over her sleeves, a chipped mug steaming beside a simple lunch tray, the remnants of rice scattered across it.

It was lunch break, and Silvia, as usual, sat alone in the Class D teachers’ staff room—the lowest rank, the one no one visited unless they had to, the isolation a quiet weight on her shoulders.

She sighed between bites, her auburn hair slipping from its loose bun, her glasses fogging faintly as her eyes drifted yet again to the drawer on her left.

Inside it, nestled between old tests and a broken mana stone used as a paperweight, was Lor’s shirt.

Her favorite student.

Her fingers twitched slightly at the thought of it—the way the fabric still smelled faintly of him, of sweat and something distinctly Lor, her cheeks burning with shame and desire.

The memory flooded back— the wet heat between her legs as she’d pressed his shirt to her face, her wand vibrating against her pussy, her moans muffled by her own restraint.

She took another bite of her rice, sighed again, her generous chest rising under her strained blouse.

Stupid, stupid, stupid, she scolded herself, her inner voice sharp with regret.

That’s what this was.

That’s what she told herself, anyway.

Klack

The door opened.

"Ah—Kiara," Silvia said, blinking behind her glasses, her tone snapping automatically into the stiff, composed teacher mode she used to wrangle the chaos of her unruly Class D.

Her back straightened, her pencil skirt pulling tighter across her hips, her full breasts straining against her jacket as she adjusted her posture. "So. You came to apologize for your rude behavior?"

Kiara stepped into the room with the same lazy confidence she always carried like a second skin, her dark bangs framing her sharp face, her icy blue eyes glinting with a mix of amusement and menace.

Her blouse hugged her full breasts, her skirt teasing black lace at the hem, her plush thighs shifting with each step.

"No, Miss Silvia," she said with a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. "I came here to get Lor’s shirt."

Silvia’s fingers froze around her chopsticks, her heart skipping as her cheeks flushed faintly. "What?"

Then Lor stepped in from behind Kiara.

Shirtless.

His lean chest bare, skin still flushed from earlier, his hazel eyes fixed anywhere but on the two of them, his cheeks red with a mix of embarrassment and lingering arousal, his tousled hair falling into his eyes.

Silvia choked on air, her generous chest heaving as she coughed, her glasses slipping down her nose. "What—what happened to your shirt?! Where is it?!"

Kiara tilted her head, her smile widening, wicked and knowing. "You have it, Miss Silvia."

"I do not," Silvia said too quickly, her voice rising, already flustered, her hands darting to smooth her skirt as if to hide her panic. "Why would I—how could I possibly—"

"I’m pretty sure it’s in your drawer," Kiara said, taking a step closer, casually brushing her fingers over the top of the desk, her nails grazing the wood near the drawer’s handle.

Silvia’s hand darted protectively toward the drawer, her cheeks burning brighter, her full breasts rising with a quick breath.

Kiara’s smile grew sharper, her icy blue eyes glinting with triumph.

Then she leaned in, her voice dropping to a whisper, so low only Silvia could hear. "We saw you, you know."

Silvia blinked rapidly, her heart pounding. "Saw me—what?"

"In the classroom," Kiara said, her tone firm, her dark bangs falling into her eyes. "The abandoned one. Lor and I were making out just outside the window—you know, for a little thrill. And then we heard your voice. We looked inside."

Silvia’s mouth opened, her breath catching, her generous chest heaving as panic flooded her system.

"You and your little wand of vibrations. We saw it. All of it," Kiara said, her voice unrelenting, her eyes locked on Silvia’s, watching her unravel.

Silvia looked from Kiara to Lor, her glasses slipping further as her cheeks burned crimson.

Lor, still flushed to the ears, gave her the smallest, most shamefaced nod, his hazel eyes darting away, unable to hold her gaze.

The color drained from Silvia’s face, then returned all at once in a bright, furious red.

"I-I didn’t mean—I didn’t know anyone—! I just—it was a moment—and I was—!" She stammered, panicking, fumbling for words, her hands trembling as she tried to rearrange them into a shield, her pussy tingling faintly with the memory of her own desperate release.

Kiara took one step closer, leaning in again—so close only Silvia could hear, her breath hot against the teacher’s ear.

"Lor saw everything. I saw how hard he was while watching you. He said your body was gorgeous. Said he wanted to bend you over that desk."

Silvia made a strangled noise in the back of her throat, her thighs pressing together under her skirt, her pussy throbbing with a mix of shame and arousal, her generous chest heaving as her blouse strained against her breasts.