Academy's Pervert in the D Class-Chapter 51: shifted

Eva’s fingers pinched Lor’s nipples one last time, her tongue swirling furiously, and Lor groaned.

She pulled back, her green eyes wide, her knit top disheveled, blue lace peeking as she panted, her full chest heaving.

Olivia slid off Lor, her legs shaky, her black lace panties and pants hastily pulled back on, her hazel eyes half-lidded with lingering pleasure.

"I... I’m sorry," she stammered, her face burning as she avoided Lor’s gaze. "I didn’t mean to... you know... on your face." freёnovelkiss-com

Lor sat up, wiping his face and his lips with the back of his hand, his black hair a mess, his hazel eyes glinting with amusement.

His lips quirked, a warmth softening his gaze.

"It’s fine, Olivia," he said, his voice gentle but firm, wiping his lips with the back of his hand.

"The Light demanded it, and you gave it. No shame in that." His words steadied her, her hazel eyes softening as she nodded, a flicker of gratitude in her flushed smile.

Eva, her green eyes gleaming, stepped closer, her knit top clinging to her full chest.

"Now, Lor," she said, her voice husky but urgent, "what does the Light say? How do we hit those 100-meter targets?"

Lor rose, his movements slow but deliberate, his hazel eyes glowing faintly as the Light’s presence lingered.

"Follow me," he intoned, his voice still resonant, commanding, as if the ancient force guided his every step.

He led them out of the undercroft, through a narrow stone passage, and into a secluded clearing behind the arena, hidden by overgrown mana vines and towering trees.

The wind howled here, too, carrying the distant roar of the crowd, but the clearing was a pocket of quiet, the grass swaying and sand swirling in patterns that revealed the gusts’ rhythm.

"The Light speaks," Lor said, his voice deep, his gaze fixed on a gnarled tree over 100 meters away, its trunk barely visible through the wind’s haze.

"To conquer the 100-meter targets, you must become one with the storm. Watch the sand on the ground—see how it shifts left, then right, in bursts. Observe the grass—its bend shows the wind’s strength. Adjust your spell’s arc to ride these currents, not fight them."

He raised a mana bead, his fingers steady, his plain uniform whipping in the gale.

His eyes narrowed, still possessed, as he studied the sand’s dance and the grass’s sway.

"The Light will show you," he intoned, his voice carrying a weight that made Eva and Olivia’s breath catch.

He fired the bead, a streak of light slicing through the wind, curving subtly to follow its flow.

It struck the tree’s center with a sharp crack, the bark splintering, a faint glow lingering where the bead hit.

Eva’s green eyes widened, her lips parting.

"That’s... perfect," she whispered, her knit top clinging tighter as she leaned forward, studying the shot’s path.

Olivia, her hazel eyes sharp, nodded slowly.

"You curved it with the wind," she said, her voice steady despite her flushed cheeks. "Show us again."

Lor, still under the Light’s sway, raised another bead.

"Watch closely," he intoned, pointing to the sand swirling in tight spirals, then the grass bending sharply to the left.

"The wind shifts every three seconds—strong, then weak. Time your shot for the weak pulse. Angle your bead ten degrees left to catch the flow." He fired again, the bead arcing gracefully, riding the wind’s current to strike the tree’s center once more, another crack echoing through the clearing.

He turned to them, his hazel eyes glowing, his voice resonant.

"Feel the wind’s rhythm in your bones. See the sand, the grass—let them guide your aim. Release your bead when the gust softens, and let the storm carry it true. The Light has spoken."

Eva and Olivia exchanged a glance, their faces flushed but their eyes blazing with clarity.

Eva’s fingers tightened around her bead, her green eyes sharp with determination.

"We can do this," she said, her voice firm, her blue lace peeking as she shifted, ready to return to the arena.

Olivia nodded, her wavy bob swaying, her pants clinging to her hips.

"We’ll ride the storm," she said, her hazel eyes steady, the ritual’s heat fueling her resolve.

They emerged from the clearing, the arena’s roar crashing over them like a tidal wave.

Eva’s knit top clung to her curves, her blue lace flashing, her green eyes burning with confidence.

Olivia’s pants hugged her hips, her wavy bob damp, her hazel gaze unwavering, the Light’s wisdom etched into her mind.

The inner circle—Nellie, Viora, Myra—glanced their way, sensing the shift, their own resolve bolstered by the fire in their leaders’ eyes.

Lor trailed behind, slouching back to his bench, his black hair falling over his hazel eyes, his grin lazy but his heart racing with quiet pride.

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The break was about to end, the crowd had gathered again with snacks, Eva and Olivia returned from their undercroft ritual, their uniforms clinging to their sweat-slick curves, their faces flushed but eyes sharp with purpose.

Eva’s dark blue hair, streaked with pink, stuck to her cheeks, her knit top outlining her full chest, blue lace panties peeking as her skirt shifted.

Olivia’s charcoal-gray pants hugged her hips, her wavy bob damp, her hazel eyes gleaming with newfound confidence.

Their absence hadn’t gone unnoticed.

"Where did you go?" Viora asked, her green ponytail swaying, one brow arched sharply.

Her skirt clung to her thighs, red lace flashing as she crossed her arms. "What, you ditched us for a ritual with Lor?"

Nellie’s gray-green eyes widened, her thick thighs shifting under her skirt, white lace peeking as she leaned forward.

"Did... did you do it with Lor?" she whispered, her voice a mix of curiosity and nerves, her braids bouncing slightly.

Eva placed a firm hand on Viora’s shoulder, her green eyes steady.

"We didn’t betray you or ditch you," she said, her voice calm but authoritative, her knit top straining as she straightened.

"The break was too short—no time to gather everyone." She glanced at Olivia, who nodded, still panting lightly, her cheeks faintly flushed. "We just asked Lor to guide us—for a boost. Nothing more."

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