Academy's Pervert in the D Class-Chapter 50: Please

"Please, Lor," Eva said, stepping closer. Her voice softened, but desperation threaded every word.

Her knit top hugged her frame, the edge of blue lace slipping into view as she leaned in. "We have to beat Class C. We’ll do anything—give you anything. Just make this work."

Beside her, Olivia shifted. Her fists clenched at her sides, the fabric of her pants drawing taut over tense thighs. But her voice, though low, rang with steel.

"Lor," she said, eyes locked on his, "I know this is hard to accept. But you’re one of us—Class D. Are you really okay with getting laughed at like that? Again?"

Lor rubbed the back of his neck, his lazy grin returning, though his eyes betrayed a flicker of nerves. "Alright, but... my nipples are sensitive, yeah? Go easy on me."

I am definitely going to hell if I die in this world.

Eva and Olivia exchanged a glance, a mix of determination, amusement, and nervous energy passing between them.

"Deal," Eva said, then smirked, her green eyes glinting. "I face-sat last time. Your turn, Olivia."

Olivia’s face burned, her wavy bob swaying as she shook her head.

"No way, you should—" She stopped, catching Eva’s challenging smirk, and huffed.

"Ugh, fine." Her fingers moved with brisk precision, unbuttoning her charcoal-gray pants and pushing them past her hips.

They slipped down her glistening thighs and pooled at her ankles, revealing the thin strip of black lace clinging to the curve of her ass.

She paused, breath shallow, then slid her thumbs beneath the waistband.

With a slow tug, she peeled the panties down, the lace dragging softly over the swell of her ass, revealing the tender divide between her cheeks, the bare lips of her pussy already slick and parted.

The lantern’s glow caught on her flushed skin—glistening folds, a hint of trembling arousal, the shadowed cleft between her thighs.

She didn’t blindfold Lor.

Instead, she held his gaze—hazel eyes sharp with defiance and trembling with something deeper—as she climbed atop him.

Her thighs closed around his face, warm and firm, and her bare, wet core hovered just above his face, his mouth, his grin, the heat of her need brushing his lips like a promise.

As she lowered.

Lor’s breath hitched, his lips grazing Olivia’s sensitive skin, each subtle brush disguised as a breath but deliberate enough to spark a reaction.

Olivia tensed, a soft whimper escaping her lips as warmth pooled between her thighs, her face flushing deeper.

"This... feels good," she admitted, her voice a breathless whisper, her hazel eyes half-lidded as she leaned into the sensation, her thighs trembling but not pulling away.

A faint slickness coated Lor’s lips, and she bit her lip, a secret thrill pulsing through her, her body responding despite her initial resistance.

Eva knelt beside Lor, her green eyes focused, her fingers trembling slightly as she traced his chest through his plain uniform and unbuttoned his shirt.

"Let’s make this count," she whispered, her voice thick with hunger as she slid lower across Lor’s chest.

Her nails traced over his nipples—first a whisper of contact, then sharper, flicking lightly before curling around each peak in slow, coaxing spirals.

He gasped, the sound muffled—Olivia had just settled over his face, her thighs tight around his head, her pussy pressing flush against his mouth.

"You’ll tell me if it’s too much," Eva murmured, but her tone was wicked, her eyes locked onto his as she bent lower.

Her tongue replaced her fingers, soft and wet, teasing one nipple with a flick, then latching on with a warm suck that sent a jolt straight through his chest.

She switched to the other, dragging her tongue across the sensitive flesh, feeling him twitch beneath her.

His groan vibrated into Olivia’s folds, and she moaned in startled delight, hips rolling instinctively, grinding into his face.

Her fingers clawed into his hair, breath hitching as the unexpected pleasure surged through her.

Eva smirked against his skin, her own breath shallow now, nipples pebbled beneath her knit top as it clung to her curves.

The blue lace of her bra peeked out each time she moved, the lanternlight making her sweat-slick body glow.

She suckled again, harder this time, watching his fists clench against the floor, his muscles taut beneath her tongue.

"Sensitive, huh?" she breathed, dragging her teeth just enough to make him flinch—and moan again into Olivia’s folds, setting her off with another sharp gasp.

It was a chain reaction—every flick of Eva’s tongue drew a deeper sound from him, and every sound from him echoed into Olivia’s soaking core.

Olivia’s whimpers grew softer, her thighs clenching as Lor’s lips brushed her again, each touch, gasp, lick stoking her arousal.

"Lor, you—" she started, then stopped, her voice dissolving into a moan as she rocked slightly, chasing the sensation.

"Don’t... stop," she whispered, her face flushed, her hazel eyes gleaming with a mix of shame and pleasure.

Eva’s fingers paused, her green eyes flicking to Olivia with a knowing smirk.

"Getting into it, huh?" she teased, her voice low and sultry.

She leaned closer, her tongue swirling over Lor’s nipple with renewed focus, her nails grazing the other, drawing another groan from him.

"Come on, Light," she murmured, her breath hot against his skin. "Give us what we need."

Their bodies trembled, curves glistening, the five minutes stretching into an eternity of sensual intensity.

"Four minutes," Eva murmured, her tongue flicking Lor’s nipple again, her nails dragging lightly down his chest.

Olivia’s hips rocked subtly, her moans growing louder, her pussy slick against Lor’s lips, his tongue teasing her relentlessly now.

"Lor... don’t stop," she whimpered, her voice breaking, her hazel eyes fluttering shut as pleasure overwhelmed her.

As the fifth minute neared, the air crackled, the lanterns flaring brighter, the coin spinning wildly.

Olivia’s moans peaked, her thighs quaking, her pussy dripping against Lor’s lips.

"Lor... I can’t... oh, Light!" she cried, her voice echoing off the stone as her body shuddered, her orgasm crashing through her like a tidal wave, her wetness coating Lor’s face as she collapsed forward, panting, her face scarlet with shame and ecstasy.

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