Academy's Pervert in the D Class-Chapter 70: Elen X Mira 1

The soft patter of rain played against the windows like a lullaby, the evening storm deepening outside.

The house was quiet—Lor tucked away in his room, the clink of dishes faded.

The scent of herbs, simmered meat, and firewood lingered, warm and grounding.

Mira stood at the sink, rinsing the last bowl with practiced grace, her black hair falling neatly down her back, tied in a loose ribbon.

She dried her hands, glancing over her shoulder, a playful glint in her eyes.

Elen leaned against the doorway, arms crossed, his brown eyes holding a warmth that went beyond casual observation—steady, deep, hungry.

"You’ve been staring since dinner," Mira said, her tone light, teasing, a smile curling her lips.

"Maybe I like the view," Elen replied, voice low, rough from work, thick with unspoken desire.

She turned slowly, wiping her hands on her apron, then untied it with a flick of her wrist.

The fabric slid free, revealing a snug blouse and simple skirt, plain yet clinging to her softened curves, motherhood only enhancing her elegance.

Her breasts pressed against the blouse, nipples faintly visible, her hips swaying as she stepped forward.

Elen’s eyes never left her, drinking her in like she was the only woman alive.

"Do I still look like the girl you married?" she teased, arching a brow, her voice sultry.

"You look like the woman I keep falling for," Elen said, stepping closer, his hands twitching with the urge to touch her.

She met him halfway, their bodies brushing, the air electric.

Their kiss was unhurried, a secret shared in the quiet house.

His lips brushed hers once, twice, then deepened, hungry and slow.

Mira sighed into him, fingers sliding up his face, thumbs brushing his jaw, her breath warm against his mouth.

The rain tapped insistently against the glass, a rhythmic backdrop as Elen’s hands found her waist, pulling her close, their bodies pressing together, heat rising where they touched.

Mira chuckled against his mouth, her voice playful, sultry. "You’re getting handsy."

"It’s raining," he growled softly, teeth grazing her lower lip. "And the boy’s upstairs."

"Mm... so you want to take advantage of the weather?" she teased, leaning into his ear, her breath hot.

"I want to take advantage of you," Elen murmured, his voice thick with need, hands tightening on her hips.

She laughed, a playful, sultry sound, and whispered, "Then let’s not waste time."

Elen swept her off her feet, lifting her into his arms with ease, his muscles flexing.

Mira gasped, arms wrapping around his neck, her eyes gleaming with delight.

"Still strong, I see," she purred, her breasts pressing against his chest.

"Still light," he murmured, his brown eyes dark with desire, carrying her into their bedroom, the door clicking shut as the storm outside deepened.

He laid her down on the bed with reverence, kissing her again—slower, deeper, his lips tracing hers, savoring every sigh.

Mira’s hands slipped beneath his shirt, fingers tracing the hardened lines of his muscles, her touch igniting sparks across his skin.

"Still worshipping me after all these years?" she whispered, her voice husky, eyes locked on his.

"Every night," he murmured against her neck, kissing a trail down her shoulder, her chest, his breath hot against her skin.

Mira unbuttoned her blouse, one button at a time, never breaking eye contact, her black hair spilling across the pillow.

The fabric parted, revealing her dark lace bra, her full breasts straining against it, nipples tight with anticipation.

Elen watched, mesmerized, his cock stirring in his pants as her collarbone, the swell of her breasts, the curve of her waist came into view.

Her skirt slid up as he moved lower, his hand slipping between her thighs, teasing the warmth of her pussy through her panties, already damp with need.

Mira moaned softly, tilting her hips into his touch, her breath hitching. "Elen..."

He looked up, eyes dark with need, his fingers pressing gently, feeling her heat. "I want you," she breathed, her voice raw, her breasts rising with each gasp.

He grinned, his voice low, rough. "You have me."

Elen leaned and kissed down Mira’s stomach, slow and reverent, his lips brushing her soft skin as her breath grew shallow beneath him.

The room was dim, lit by the hearth’s flickering glow and the soft blue cast of rain-light seeping through the curtains.

The drizzle whispered against the roof outside, a rhythmic lullaby echoing their intimacy.

Mira’s black hair spilled across the pillow, her eyes half-lidded with desire, her breasts rising with each quickening breath, nipples pressing tight against her dark lace bra.

His lips reached the inside of her thigh, kissing once, twice, teasing—close but not touching where her heat burned.

Mira whimpered, hips arching, her fingers twitching at her sides.

"You’re such a tease," she whispered, breathless, voice husky with need.

Elen smiled against her skin, his brown eyes dark with hunger.

"You love it." His fingers slid beneath her lace panties, tugging them down, the fabric catching briefly on her hips before sliding off, revealing her slick, glistening pussy.

Mira’s breath caught as cool air hit her warmth, but Elen’s tongue replaced it, warm and sure, licking slowly along her slit.

She gasped, back arching, thighs trembling as he savored her taste, his tongue pressing gentle circles around her clit.

He knew her—every sigh, every twitch, every sensitive spot.

Mira’s fingers tangled in his brown hair, urging him closer, her moans soft but needy.

"Mmh—Elen..." Her voice broke as he sucked gently, tongue swirling, drawing out her pleasure until her thighs shook harder, her pussy dripping, soaking his lips.

When she was panting, writhing, her slickness coating his chin, he pulled back, eyes half-lidded with hunger.

His clothes came off quickly—shirt tugged over his head, belt unbuckled, pants kicked to the floor, revealing his thick, veined cock, hard with raw need.

Mira’s eyes dropped to it, biting her lip, her breasts heaving.

"Still ready for me after all this time?" she teased, voice sultry, her thighs parting wider.

"Every time," Elen growled, climbing over her, his forge-honed muscles flexing, his cock brushing her thigh.

She guided him in slowly, moaning as he filled her, inch by inch, stretching her with familiar heat.

Her legs wrapped around his waist, locking him deep inside, her pussy clenching around him.

He didn’t move at first, staying buried in her warmth, forehead pressed to hers, their breath mingling, hot and heavy.

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