Academy's Pervert in the D Class-Chapter 122: coughed

Lor coughed, his cheeks flushing as he leaned closer, lowering his voice. "Keep it down!"

Kiara covered her mouth, stifling a laugh, her thighs pressing together under the table. "Gods, I’m impressed. You really had her wrapped around your cock already."

Lor chuckled, his voice low and teasing. "I was thinking maybe a blowjob next."

Kiara’s eyes gleamed, her pussy throbbing faintly at the thought. "That sounds hot."

Then she leaned forward, whispering wickedly, her breath warm against his ear. "But what about her ass?"

Lor raised a brow, his cock twitching in his pants. "Her ass?"

"Oh, come on, you’ve seen it," Kiara teased, her voice dripping with mischief, her full breasts pressing against the table’s edge. "That woman walks like she’s smuggling mana crystals in her tight pencil skirt. It’s big. It’s toned. It’s perfect. You should smash."

"I want to smash," Lor said, hands half-gesturing, his hazel eyes glinting with hunger. "But I can’t go all the way yet. If I do that, then what’s left? What do I ask for after that?"

Lor scoffed, leaning back, his voice playful but thoughtful. "I could just do her again... but I feel like if I fuck her pussy twice in a row, it’s just gonna start feeling normal. Too tame."

Kiara leaned forward, a devilish glint in her eye, her dark bangs falling forward as she grinned. "So?"

"So I need escalation," he said, tapping his fingers on the table, his cock stirring at the possibilities. "But I don’t know what’s left."

Kiara stared at him in amused disbelief, her full breasts rising with a slow breath. "Oh, Lor..."

She slid her tray aside and licked her lips, like she was about to drop divine knowledge straight from the book of forbidden lust.

"You really have no idea how many filthy doors you can still open after pussy fucking, huh?"

"What else is there?" he asked, his voice low, his hazel eyes wide with curiosity, his cock throbbing faintly in anticipation.

Kiara grinned, leaning closer, her voice a sultry whisper as she began listing them, one finger at a time, her nails grazing the table.

"Missionary—slow and deep, making her feel every inch. Cowgirl, where she bounces until she forgets her name. Anal, of course, that’s fun, stretching her tight little hole. But then there’s lube play—warm oils, tingling gels, slippery messes in the dark."

Lor swallowed hard, his cock hardening fully in his pants, his breath catching as her words painted vivid images.

Kiara didn’t stop, her icy blue eyes gleaming with wicked delight. "Titjob with blowjob—double stimulation, her lips and breasts working you at once. Double penetration with toys, filling her up until she’s screaming. Edge her. Make her beg. Count your orgasms, tie them to the ritual. Public sex anywhere—like behind the library, in the spellcasting observatory, or right here under the table."

His mouth went dry, his cock throbbing painfully now, his hazel eyes wide as he stared at her.

"And then, my favorite... bondage," she purred, leaning forward so he could see down her blouse, the curve of her full breasts teasing his gaze, her pussy tingling at the thought.

"Tie her up, make her yours. Whisper the ritual while she cries for more."

Lor stared at her, stunned, his heart pounding, his cock straining against his pants.

"And threesomes, obviously," she said, taking a casual bite of bread, her lips curling around it teasingly. "I’ll join in anytime. Just say the word."

Something shifted in Lor’s brain.

A gate.

A forbidden gate creaked open, revealing a sea of opportunities he had missed, until now.

Lor sat, eyes wide, mouth open, brain fogged, his cock throbbing with the weight of her words.

Kiara sipped her juice, her icy blue eyes glinting with satisfaction. "And that’s just the start."

Lor blinked, barely breathing, his hazel eyes locked on her. "I’ve missed... so much."

"You poor thing," Kiara whispered, brushing his hand under the table, her fingers grazing his knuckles, sending a spark through him. "You didn’t even know the gate existed."

Lor turned to her, awe in his eyes, his voice low. "You’re like... my angel of forbidden sex magic."

She grinned, her full breasts rising with a slow laugh. "No, baby. I’m your witch."

And they clinked their glasses together, the sound sharp in the cafeteria’s hum, as outside, the light dimmed just a little, the game of lust and power only just beginning.

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After lunch, the academy halls fell silent, the usual clamor of students fading into a hush as classes resumed.

Lor and Kiara entered the classroom together, their steps synchronized, their presence a quiet storm.

Close.

Too close.

Her arm brushed his, the contact sending a spark through his skin, her spicy perfume lingering in the air.

His hand hovered behind her waist a little longer than necessary, fingers grazing the curve of her hip, the memory of her full breasts and plush thighs pressed against him still vivid.

When they sat—side by side at their usual back-corner desk—their thighs touched, warmth bleeding between them, her skirt riding up just enough to tease black lace.

A faint glow clung to their skin.

Not visible magic—no, this was subtler, a post-orgasmic sheen born from shared sweat, raw moans, and whispered names screamed into warded silence.

It shimmered in their eyes—Kiara’s icy blue gaze glinting with mischief, Lor’s hazel eyes soft but cunning.

It lingered in the softness of their movements, in the way Kiara’s fingers played with the hem of his sleeve, uncaring of who might notice, her touch possessive yet tender.

But everyone was looking.

Most, anyway.

Miss Silvia stood at the front of the room, chalk trembling slightly in her grip as she tried to ignore the pounding in her chest, her auburn hair slipping from its bun, her glasses fogging faintly.

Her voice remained even as she lectured about layered spellcasting and ritual amplification, her white jacket straining against her generous chest, her pencil skirt clinging to her hips.