Academy's Pervert in the D Class-Chapter 74: shoulders

She sat near the back, jacket loose around her shoulders, skirt hitched just high enough to tease, black lace peeking as her legs crossed, her foot bouncing slowly, confidently.

Her dark bangs framed a sharp face, black eyes locking onto his with a smile—not mocking, not seductive, but knowing, like she’d tossed a spark into dry grass and was watching it catch.

Her lips curled, a subtle challenge, her breasts shifting under her blouse, nipples faintly pressing through, a reminder of her on his bed, thighs parted, voice demanding the Light.

Lor held her gaze.

Her smile widened, barely, a glint of triumph in her eyes, as if she’d orchestrated this shift—the stares, the silence, the girls’ avoidance.

He blinked once, looking away, pretending not to care, but his mind screamed: Kiara did something. She stirred this.

WHAT THE FUCKKK DID SHE DOOOOO

The class’s eyes, the tension—it was her doing, her ripples spreading, and he was no longer invisible.

He didn’t mind the attention, the weight of their gazes like a mantle of power, but he hated not knowing why.

I’ll deal with you later, he thought, a flicker of amusement curling his lips.

The bell rang, sharp and clear, cutting through the silence.

The door opened with a soft click.

And.

Miss Silvia stepped inside.

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Miss Silvia stepped into the classroom, her heels tapping cleanly against the stone floor, the door clicking shut with a sharp finality that echoed louder than it should.

The morning sunlight streamed through the windows, casting a golden glow over her white jacket, buttoned perfectly despite the faint tension in her generous chest, her auburn hair pinned neatly, glasses gleaming.

The class fell silent—not the usual distracted hum, but a charged uncertainty, the air heavy with anticipation.

Lor noticed immediately.

She’s changed.

Her presence radiated a calm fire—sharp, focused, intentional.

Gone was the nervous teacher who fumbled; this Silvia commanded the room, her eyes burning with newfound authority.

"Everyone," she said, voice smooth but firm, cutting through the silence, "put your personal conversations aside. I’m not repeating myself today."

Her words landed like a spell, no trace of her former hesitance.

A ripple of awkward and confused glances passed through the room, but no one dared speak. freёnovelkiss.com

Lor’s hazel eyes followed her, a quiet pride flickering in his chest, his cock twitching faintly at the memory of her slick breasts from their ritual.

"Books open to page twenty-eight. Basic spell matrices. We’re reviewing mana intake theory and directional threading," Silvia said, turning to the board.

Her hand moved swiftly, drawing clean arcs of mana flow, vector gates, and layered threading, her handwriting tight, confident.

She paused, voice sharp.

"You," she pointed at Kiara, "explain why the external conduit needs to be stabilized before activating the core glyph."

Kiara blinked, caught mid-chew on her pen, her jacket loose, skirt hitched to tease black lace, her dark bangs framing a scowl. "Huh?"

"I said explain it," Silvia repeated, unflinching, her glasses glinting.

Kiara’s scowl deepened. "It’s... to stop feedback loops?"

"Wrong," Silvia said crisply, her voice steady. "The glyph feeds into the outer conduit. If you activate the glyph first, the pressure spikes. What happens when you force mana into an unstable channel?"

"...It blows up," Kiara muttered, her cheeks flushing, her foot no longer bouncing.

"Exactly," Silvia said, turning to the next student.

"Ameth. Why is mana threading harder for wind spells than fire?"

Ameth raised a brow, her blonde braid catching the sunlight, her tunic hugging her full chest, icy blue eyes cool but attentive. "Because wind mana has higher instability per volume of cast."

"And?" Silvia prompted, her stance unyielding.

"It moves faster, too," Ameth added after a pause, her voice steady.

Silvia nodded. "Correct. Mana threading must account for element speed. Good."

Her heels clicked as she moved, adjusting diagrams, handing out notes, her presence filling the room.

Lor watched in mild surprise, his cock stirring subtly at her transformation, the memory of her cum-streaked glasses flashing through his mind.

Now he wanted to do the same again, but to this new teacher.

The classroom shifted—Class D, once a backwater, felt alive, real.

Silvia challenged students, calling out Eva, Olivia, Myra, Viora, even Nellie, who fumbled but answered, her freckled cheeks pink.

No one talked back, their eyes fixed on Silvia, drawn by her newfound command.

She used what I gave her, Lor thought, leaning back in his chair, arms crossed loosely, a quiet pride swelling.

And turned it into something real.

His influence—the Guiding Light’s ritual—had sparked this fire in her, and it burned bright, commanding the room.

The girls still avoided his gaze—Eva staring at her desk, Olivia at the wall, Nellie buried in her book, Myra and Viora whispering, their backs angled.

Only Kiara’s icy eyes flicked to him, her knowing smile lingering, a spark of triumph in her gaze.

Silvia moved through the room, her voice clear, her questions sharp, her presence a flame that held the class captive.

Even the strongest girls—Kiara, Ameth—listened, their defiance muted.

For the first time, Class D felt like a true classroom, its energy bending to Silvia’s will.

Lor sat, unseen yet at the center, his hazel eyes glinting with amusement.

The Light guided.

And the flame he sparked in Silvia?

It was burning bright.

DING DONG DING ~~

The bell rang, sharp and clear, cutting through the charged silence of Class D.

Silvia closed her notebook calmly, gathered her materials, and walked to the front, her heels tapping rhythmically against the stone floor, each step echoing with newfound authority.

The tension she’d instilled lingered like a taut string, pulled too tight, the morning sunlight streaming through the windows, casting a golden glow over her white jacket, her auburn hair pinned neatly.

No one moved.

No one dared speak.

At the doorway, she paused, her head turning just slightly.

Her eyes found Lor, a quiet moment where their gazes locked.

His hazel eyes held steady, no smile, just a subtle tilt of his head, a flicker of recognition for the fire he’d sparked in her.

Silvia’s lips twitched—barely noticeable, but there, a shared secret from their ritual and his approval.

She stepped through the door, pulling it closed with a soft click.