Academy's Pervert in the D Class-Chapter 92: Into the room

Lor and Kiara reached the modest Vayne household as evening painted the sky in bruised purples and burnt orange, the colors bleeding like fresh ink on parchment.

The wood-framed porch glowed gently under lantern light, a soft beacon in the twilight, while a breeze stirred the wind chimes above the door—soft and metallic, like the hum of waiting magic, their tinkling notes a subtle invitation.

Lor didn’t hesitate.

He opened the door and stepped inside, the warmth spilling out like an embrace—the scent of cardamom tea and polished oak filling his lungs like a cherished memory, wrapping around him with familiar comfort.

"I’m home, Mom," Lor called, his voice casual, echoing faintly down the hallway.

A soft shuffle of slippers followed, and then Mira appeared from the hallway, drying her hands on a linen towel, her long black hair loose around her shoulders like a cascade of midnight silk.

She looked at Lor with that radiant warmth—the kind that softened the world for just a breath, her plump figure exuding a maternal glow that made the house feel alive.

"Welcome back, sweetheart." Her gaze shifted to Kiara, eyes widening slightly in pleasant surprise. "Oh—Kiara, dear."

Kiara straightened slightly, not stiff, but respectful in a way Lor hadn’t seen before—her usual predatory edge softened, her sharp face adopting a smooth, pleasant mask.

Her voice came out sweet, almost melodic, a far cry from her classroom commands.

"Good evening, Miss Vayne. How was your day?"

Mira blinked once, then smiled with a glint in her eye—like she wasn’t used to such politeness from the haughty Kiara from two days before, her kind eyes crinkling at the corners.

"It was peaceful, thank you."

There was a pause.

Mira’s eyes danced between the two of them, lingering on the way Kiara stood close to Lor, her skirt hugging her plush thighs, the subtle curve of her hips drawing a fleeting, unnoticed glance.

"So," Mira said lightly, breaking the moment with a teasing lilt, "are you here to practice vocals again?"

Kiara tilted her head, her brow twitching in genuine confusion, her dark bangs shifting as she glanced at Lor. "Vocals...?"

"She means that singing thing from last time," Lor said quickly, stepping in before Kiara could question the absurdity, his hand brushing her arm in a subtle redirect. "Nah, she came to teach me math today."

Mira arched a brow, her plump figure shifting as she tucked the towel into her apron pocket, her curves accentuated by the simple house dress. "Oh? You’re good at math too?"

Kiara nodded smoothly, slipping into confident control, her icy blue eyes meeting Mira’s with poised charm. "Yes, ma’am. Twelve times twelve is one hundred forty-four."

That was impressive for a Class D student—on par with Class A league, the numbers rolling off her tongue like second nature.

But Mira didn’t miss a beat, her smile widening with a victorious spark.

"Twelve times thirteen is one hundred fifty-six."

"..."

Both of them blinked, Lor’s hazel eyes widening in surprise, Kiara’s mouth parting slightly, caught between a smirk and real astonishment—her taller frame leaning forward instinctively, her breasts rising with a quick breath.

"You’re correct, ma’am," Kiara said after a second, her voice laced with reluctant admiration.

Mira beamed, victorious and smug, her kind eyes twinkling as she swayed her hips lightly, turning back toward the kitchen.

"I handle Lor’s father’s business when he’s unwell," she said with smug nonchalance, as if casually upending expectations was her favorite evening game, her apron swishing against her thighs.

She vanished into the kitchen, her voice floating back like a tune, warm and inviting. "Would you two like cake or cookies for snacks?"

Lor leaned against the wall, crossing his arms over his chest. "Both. After an hour, Mom."

"Okay," Mira called, sing-song and amused, the clatter of dishes underscoring her words.

Kiara glanced up at him, one brow lifted, her sharp face softening with curiosity, her body close enough that Lor could feel the heat radiating from her curves.

"Your whole family full of surprises like you?"

Lor shrugged, a faint smirk tugging at his lips, his hazel eyes meeting hers with a spark of shared intrigue. "I didn’t even know she was good at math."

Their eyes met—a flash of private understanding, electric and charged, the air between them thickening with the unspoken promise of their deal.

They stepped in rhythm toward the stairs, the sound of Mira humming in the kitchen following them like a gentle ward.

And soon they entered Lor’s room, the door closing behind them with a soft thud, sealing them in the dimly lit space—the bed’s dark-stained wood gleaming faintly, the air already heavy with anticipation.

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The room felt smaller now, the door’s soft thud echoing like a final seal on their pact.

Lor and Kiara stood in the middle of his space, bags forgotten near the foot of the bed.

The air hummed with tension—not romantic, but raw, a deal forged in lust and leverage, a mutual dare wrapped in casual words.

They faced each other—two predators in polite conversation, suddenly alone, the kiss from class still burning on their lips, but this was different.

"So," Kiara said, folding her arms under her full breasts, weight shifting to one hip, her skirt riding up just enough to tease the edge of black lace. "How do we do it?"

Lor rubbed the back of his neck. "You want to take a bath or something? We’ve been sweating in class all day."

Kiara’s lips curled slow and smug, her icy blue eyes glinting with challenge. "I can clean myself without ever stepping into a bath."

He blinked at her, then smirked, his hazel eyes darkening with intrigue. "So can I."

Her eyes lit up, predatory and playful, stepping half a pace forward, her voice a teasing whisper that sent a shiver down his spine.

"Then why don’t you show me what you’ve got—" her gaze raked over him, lingering on his chest, his hips, "—and I’ll show you mine." 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦

Challenge accepted.