Academy's Pervert in the D Class-Chapter 37: Grand Arcane Arena - 3

The Grand Arcane Arena thrummed with the crackle of mana and the metallic clang of target resets, a cacophony of magical exertion and rival chants echoing through its stone tiers.

But far from the roaring spectacle, in a forgotten corner near the arena’s edge, a quieter scheme unfolded.

Tucked behind overgrown hedges, heavy with the scent of dust and rusted metal, stood a disused storage shed, its warped planks barely holding together under the weight of neglect.

A single mana lantern flickered above the door, casting a faint blue glow across weathered wood, its light dancing like a restless spirit.

Inside, the shed reeked of sealed timber, corroded equipment, and secrets no one bothered to uncover.

The door creaked open, groaning on its hinges.

Eva led the way, her dark blue hair glinting in the lantern’s glow, her tight skirt taut over her hips, swaying with each determined step.

She didn’t hesitate, her green eyes sharp with purpose.

"Inside," she said, not looking back, her knit top clinging to her full chest, outlining every curve.

Olivia followed, adjusting her shirt, its thin fabric hugging her busty chest, her charcoal pants accentuating her firm hips.

Her hazel eyes flicked behind them, scanning for prying gazes.

Nellie stumbled in next, her thick thighs rubbing together under her modest skirt, her face flushed, her twin braids swaying gently.

Viora and Myra brought up the rear, exchanging uneasy glances, their short skirts flashing glimpses of their lacy panties—Viora’s bold red, Myra’s daring black—as the door shut with a dull thud, sealing them in the dim, intimate space.

Lor was already there, seated on an overturned crate, slouched in his usual slacker pose, his black hair falling over his hazel eyes.

A faint smirk played on his lips, blending into the shadows.

"You said something," Eva said suddenly, her voice a challenge, her hands on her hips, her skirt riding up to reveal the edge of her blue satin panties.

"Back there. About the Light making targets look closer or ducks or something."

Lor tilted his head, his grin subtle.

"Maybe the Light whispered. Maybe I listened." His voice was soft, almost drowned by the shed’s creaking, but his hazel eyes glinted with something darker, a spark of anticipation.

Viora scoffed, folding her arms under her bust, her blouse straining, her red panties peeking as she shifted.

"So what’s the price this time, oh wise channeler?" Her green hair caught the lantern’s glow, her hazel eyes sharp with defiance.

Olivia’s voice was measured, her wavy bob swaying, her white panties flashing as she adjusted her stance.

"We want in. A group ritual. If there’s something real to this... we want it."

Nellie clutched her skirt, her gray eyes wide with nervous resolve, her thick thighs trembling slightly.

"Together? Again?" she asked softly, her voice steady despite her flush.

Myra smirked, her brown hair sticking to her sweaty neck, her black panties visible as her skirt shifted.

"If it got you hitting targets, Nellie, I’m not above trying," she said, her tone playful but edged with ambition.

Lor reached into his jacket, fingers curling around the worn coin, its surface catching the lantern’s flicker.

"Then let’s ask the Light," he said, his voice low, his hazel eyes gleaming.

He closed them, his posture still slouched, and the coin floated, spinning slowly in the air, its glow casting eerie shadows across the shed’s walls.

"What wisdom do you seek, children?" he intoned, his voice thick with theatrical reverence, barely masking his amusement.

Eva narrowed her eyes, her green gaze fierce. "We want our spells to hit true. No matter the range."

The coin spun faster, then dropped with a sharp clink. Lor inhaled sharply, as if a foreign breath filled him, his eyes snapping open, gleaming with an otherworldly intensity.

"The Light demands unity," he declared, his voice resonant, echoing in the cramped shed.

"Five bodies, five wills, one intent. You will form a circle, skirts raised, shirts removed, hands on each other’s waists, dancing in sync for five minutes without pause."

Silence gripped the shed.

Nellie’s face burned red, her gray eyes wide, her fingers clutching her skirt. Myra gawked, her brown eyes glinting with disbelief.

Viora muttered, "What the actual hell—" her hazel eyes flashing with defiance.

Olivia’s cheeks flushed, her wavy bob trembling, her hazel eyes calculating but hesitant.

Eva’s jaw tightened, her green eyes blazing, but her ambition burned brighter than her embarrassment.

"We do this, nothing we didn’t expect," Eva said, her voice firm, her hands already tugging at her knit top, revealing a blue satin bra that hugged her full chest, her skirt bunched at her waist, exposing her matching panties.

The others hesitated, their breaths quickening in the steamy air.

"It’s just us," Olivia said, her voice steadying as she unbuttoned her shirt, her white satin bra gleaming, her pants dropped to reveal her panties, her firm hips swaying slightly.

"And remember, Lor’s just the loser with a coin trick. No shame here." Her words sparked nods.

Nellie swallowed, her gray eyes nervous but resolute, unbuttoning her blouse to reveal a simple white cotton bra, her skirt lifted to expose her panties, her thick thighs trembling.

Viora smirked, shedding her blouse, her red satin bra bold against her skin, her panties flashing as she hiked her skirt, her green hair swinging with defiance.

Myra laughed, her black satin bra shimmering as she tossed her top aside, her panties visible, her brown eyes sparkling with playful daring.

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

Their bras clung to their breasts, accentuating every curve, sweat beading on their skin, tracing slow paths down their waists and collarbones.

Lor remained on his crate, unmoving, his hazel eyes gleaming, his lips quietly counting.

"One... two... three... sway," he said, his voice steady, masking the thrill coursing through him.

The girls began to move, their steps slow and awkward, the shed’s floorboards creaking under their shoes.

Eva led, her hips swaying with fierce precision, her blue satin panties digging into her ass crack, her full breasts jiggling in her bra with each roll, sweat dripping down her spine, her green eyes burning with focus.

Olivia followed, her movements calculated, her white satin panties sliding deeper, her firm ass rippling with each sway, her breasts bouncing softly, her wavy bob swaying, her hazel eyes sharp yet flushed.

Nellie’s dance was hesitant, her white cotton panties sinking into her thick, round ass, her ample breasts trembling in her bra, sweat glistening on her thighs, her gray eyes wide with nervous effort, her braids swinging gently.

Viora’s hips snapped aggressively, her red satin panties vanishing between her firm cheeks, her breasts heaving with each defiant roll, sweat trailing down her waist, her green hair whipping, her hazel eyes glinting with competitive fire.

Myra twirled playfully, her black satin panties twisting, her plump ass bouncing wildly, her breasts jiggling with each teasing sway, sweat beading on her neck, her brown eyes sparkling with laughter.

The air grew thick with their scents—sweat, perfume, mana—their breaths syncing, their hips brushing, their breasts bouncing in rhythmic unison.

Eva’s fierce grunts punctuated her sharp sways, her blue bra straining, her ass rippling with each powerful roll, sweat dripping down her toned stomach.

Olivia’s steady exhales matched her graceful movements, her white bra clinging, her firm cheeks jiggling, sweat tracing the curve of her hips, her wavy bob swaying like a metronome.

Nellie’s soft gasps betrayed her effort, her cotton bra trembling, her thick ass swaying heavily, sweat glistening on her collarbones, her braids dancing with each shy step.

Viora’s sharp huffs echoed her aggressive rhythm, her red bra bold, her firm ass rippling, sweat trailing down her lower back, her green hair swinging with defiance.

Myra’s breathless giggles filled the gaps, her black bra shimmering, her plump ass bouncing, sweat dripping down her thighs, her brown hair sticking to her flushed neck.

The lantern’s glow danced over their sweaty bodies, their bras accentuating their jiggling breasts, their panties couldn’t sink any deeper down their ass cheeks, their hips and thighs brushing in a hypnotic, unified rhythm.

The shed creaked, the air steamy, their scents mingling, their movements growing smoother, more confident, as they lost themselves in the dance.

Lor watched his hazel eyes drinking in the perverse spectacle—Eva’s commanding intensity, Olivia’s calculated grace, Nellie’s shy determination, Viora’s defiant fire, Myra’s playful energy—a symphony of curves, sweat, and synchronized desire that thrilled him to his core.

At five minutes, they stopped, panting heavily, their skirts yanked down with flustered haste, their bras damp with sweat, their panties twisted, their faces scarlet.

Eva’s green eyes blazed as she adjusted her top, her blue panties still peeking.

"Now guide us, creep," she demanded, her chest heaving.

Lor rose from the crate, his posture shifting to upright, his hazel eyes gleaming with an otherworldly intensity, as if the Guiding Light had seized him.

"The Light is impressed," he intoned, his voice resonant, filling the dusty shed with a commanding echo.

"Your unity, your devotion, your curves swaying in harmony—it has pleased the Light. It grants you wisdom to see your targets clearly."

He plucked a chalk bead from his pocket, holding it aloft, his fingers steady, his gaze distant.

"Feel the target as a weight in your hand, like a stone you’ve held before. Picture its shape, its texture, as if it’s already yours. Let your mana anchor to that feeling, not your eyes."

Eva stepped up, her blue satin panties peeking as she tugged her skirt down, her green eyes fierce with focus.

She gripped the bead, imagining the rusted shield in the shed as a familiar weight, her fingers curling as if claiming it.

Her mana pulsed, steady and sharp, the bead streaking to strike just left of the shield’s center, its outline crisp in her mind’s eye.

Her chest heaved under her knit top, sweat glistening on her collarbone, a triumphant glint in her gaze.

Olivia followed, her white satin panties flashing as she adjusted her stance, her wavy bob swaying.

She held the bead, picturing the shield’s rough surface, her fingers tightening as if it were hers.

Her spell arced smoothly, grazing the target’s edge, the shield’s shape sharper in her focus, her hazel eyes narrowing with approval, her breath quickening.

Nellie went next, her braids swaying, her gray eyes steady despite her flush.

She clutched the bead, feeling the shield’s weight in her palm, her thick thighs grounding her.

Her mana flowed, the bead hitting the shield’s rim with a soft thwack, its form vivid in her mind, her lips curving in a shy smile, sweat beading on her ample chest.

Viora’s turn came, her red satin panties glowing as she shifted, her green hair catching the lantern’s light.

She visualized the shield as a heavy stone, her grip firm, her hazel eyes glinting with defiance.

Her bead clipped the target’s outer ring, its edges clearer than before, her smirk grudging but pleased, sweat trailing down her lower back.

Myra moved last, her black satin panties twisting, her brown eyes sparkling with playful confidence.

She held the bead, imagining the shield’s texture, her fingers light but sure.

Her spell wobbled but struck true, landing just outside the center, the target’s shape anchoring her aim, her laugh breathless, sweat dripping down her neck.

The improvement was subtle—sharper focus on the target’s form, less mana scatter—but unmistakable, their eyes widening at the clarity, their sweaty bodies shimmering in the lantern’s glow.

Eva’s fierce nod, Olivia’s calculated glance, Nellie’s shy grin, Viora’s grudging smirk, and Myra’s triumphant chuckle filled the shed, their personalities shining through their exertion.

Lor stepped back, his hazel eyes still gleaming, genuinely impressed.

Their unity, their fire, their sweat-slicked curves swaying in the shed’s steamy air—it surpassed his expectations.

His mind raced with ideas for bolder rituals, ones to push their limits further, to keep them tethered to the Light’s power.

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