Academy's Pervert in the D Class-Chapter 33: circle of unity

The coin wobbled, then rose, gleaming in the dim light.

"What guidance do you seek, children?" he intoned, his voice deep and theatrical, barely hiding his amusement.

"We want to improve our spell precision, together, for the assessment this week," Eva said, her green eyes fierce, her skirt riding high as she stood tall, her full chest straining her knit top.

The coin spun, then dropped with a clink.

Lor pressed a hand to his forehead, feigning strain.

"The Guiding Light demands a circle of unity. You must stand in a tight circle, skirts hiked to your waists, panties exposed, performing fifty squats in sync, to show strength and trust in vulnerability."

Their jaws dropped.

Eva’s green eyes blazed, her hands twitching as if to strangle him.

"Squats? In our underwear?" she snapped, her skirt already bunched, revealing her blue lace panties.

Olivia flushed, her wavy bob swaying, her hazel eyes defiant.

"You’re unhinged," she muttered, but her hands hesitated at her waistband, her white panties peeking as she shed her tight pants.

Nellie’s cheeks burned, her gray eyes wide, her fingers trembling as she lifted her skirt, her white lace panties gleaming, her thick thighs quivering.

"T-Together?" she stammered, her voice soft but resolute.

Viora’s smirk was sharp, her red lace panties glowing as she hiked her skirt, her green hair swaying.

"Fine, let’s get it over with," she said, her hazel eyes daring.

Myra laughed, her black lace panties flashing as she joined, her brown eyes glinting. "You’re a total creep, Lor, but I’m game," she said, her tone playful but determined.

They hesitated, their faces flushed, their eyes darting between each other and Lor’s slouched figure.

"It’s just us girls," Eva said, her voice firm, her blue lace shimmering as she squared her shoulders. fɾēewebnσveℓ.com

"And him—he’s just the loser with a coin trick. No need to be shy." Her words sparked nods, their embarrassment easing, their confidence bolstered by their shared resolve.

They formed a tight circle, skirts bunched at their waists, their lace panties—blue, white, red, black—gleaming in the lantern’s glow, their curvy hips and plump asses exposed.

Eva led, squatting first, her blue lace digging deeper into her ass crack with each dip, her thighs flexing, her full chest bouncing slightly under her knit top, her green eyes fierce with determination.

Olivia followed, her white lace twisting, her firm ass jiggling with each squat, her wavy bob bouncing, her hazel eyes focused yet flushed with defiance.

Nellie’s squats were shaky, her white lace sinking into her thick, round ass, her thighs trembling, her braids swaying, her gray eyes wide with nervous effort.

Viora’s movements were sharp, her red lace vanishing between her firm cheeks, her green hair swinging, her hazel eyes glinting with competitive fire.

Myra’s squats were playful, her black lace sliding deeper, her plump ass bouncing wildly, her brown hair sticking to her sweaty neck, her brown eyes sparkling with teasing laughter.

Their bodies glistened with sweat, their panties twisting tighter with each squat, the fabric clinging to their curves, accentuating every jiggle and sway.

The air was thick with their scents—sweat, perfume, mana—their breaths quickening, their thighs brushing, their asses rippling in unison.

Eva’s fierce grunts, Olivia’s steady exhales, Nellie’s soft gasps, Viora’s sharp huffs, Myra’s breathless giggles filled the shed, their personalities shining through their flushed, sweaty faces.

The lantern’s glow danced over their exposed curves, their lace panties a vivid mosaic of blue, white, red, and black, sinking deeper into their ass cracks with each dip.

Lor stood in the shadows, his hazel eyes gleaming, his grin wide but silent as he began counting aloud, "One... two... three..." His voice was steady, masking his delight at the perverse spectacle—their plump, jiggling asses, their sweaty thighs, their panties twisting into thin strips, their synchronized squats a hypnotic display of unity and vulnerability.

He savored Eva’s commanding intensity, Olivia’s calculated grace, Nellie’s shy determination, Viora’s defiant edge, Myra’s playful energy, the shed a steamy cocoon of their collective fire.

It was erotic, absurd, and perfect, exactly what the Light—and Lor—craved, this was a visual he coould never forget.

Five pair of plump ass cheeks spreading apart with every deep squat, the thin thread of their panties leaving almost nothing to the imagination.

He could see it all, the panties digging into their slick folds, the subtle texture of their puckered assholes, but even then, he wished they lost the panties.

Such was the greed of a pervert man.

At fifty, they collapsed onto the dusty floor, panting, their skirts yanked down with flustered haste, their faces scarlet, their panties still twisted, their thighs trembling from exertion.

"Now guide us, creep," Eva demanded, her green eyes blazing, her blue lace peeking as she adjusted her skirt.

Lor stepped forward, his posture shifting from slouched to upright, his hazel eyes gleaming with an otherworldly intensity, as if the Guiding Light itself had taken hold.

His voice deepened, resonant and commanding, no trace of the loser act.

"The Guiding Light is impressed," he intoned, his words echoing in the dusty shed. "Your unity, your vulnerability, your curves swaying in devotion—it has pleased the Light. It has decided to grant you wisdom to improve your spell precision."

He raised a chalk bead, his fingers steady, his gaze distant, as if channeling an ancient force.

"Picture a straight line from your hand to the target, like an arrow’s path. Let your mana flow along it, sharp and true, not scattered. Focus your intent, not your strength."

His voice carried weight, the air humming with his words, the lantern’s glow flickering over his face.

Eva tried first, her blue lace still peeking as she adjusted her skirt, her green eyes fierce. She held the bead, visualized the line, and fired.

The bead glowed softly, striking a rusted shield in the shed just shy of its center, its arc tighter than before.

She gasped, her full chest heaving under her knit top.

Olivia followed, her white panties flashing as she shifted, her hazel eyes focused.

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