Academy's Pervert in the D Class-Chapter 96: After the Blow

Kiara’s moans grew desperate, muffled around him, her pussy clenching tighter around his fingers as he drove her toward the edge again.

Lor’s grip on her hip tightened, his thumb circling her clit faster, and she shattered first—her body shaking violently, a muffled cry vibrating around his cock as her pussy gushed over his hand, juices spilling down his wrist, her thighs quaking against him.

The sensation pushed him over—his hips jerked, a deep groan escaping as he came, hot spurts filling her mouth, thick and sudden.

Her eyes widened, gagging slightly as the salty taste flooded her, her hand freezing on him mid-stroke.

"Fuck," she coughed, pulling off with a wet pop, trying to swallow what she could, but the rest spilling from her lips, thick strands dripping down her chin as she gasped for breath.

Lor was panting, eyes half-lidded, his fingers still buried in her pulsing pussy, lazily pumping through her aftershocks, drawing out soft whimpers from her.

"You came on me too," he said, amused, his voice rough as he withdrew his hand, slick with her release.

Kiara coughed again, retching a little as she leaned over, spitting thick strands of cum onto the wooden floor between his bed and the desk, the mess pooling in sticky drops.

Some clung to her lip, shining in the light, her cheeks burning crimson.

She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, cum slick on her chin, glaring down at him with flushed cheeks and glassy eyes, her body still trembling.

"Tastes like sweat and sin," she muttered, breathless, voice low and hoarse, her pussy still throbbing with sensitivity.

Lor smirked, his fingers trailing up her inner thigh, leaving a wet streak. "And yet you swallowed half like it was your last meal."

"Shut up," she hissed, but her voice broke around the edges, her thighs quivering as she shifted, her arousal still evident in the way her pussy glistened, dripping slightly onto his chest.

And she was still panting.

Still soaked.

Still trembling, hips unconsciously rolling as if her body hadn’t gotten enough, the room filled with the musky scent of their release, the air heavy with the promise of more.

Kiara wiped the corner of her lip again, her breath still uneven, her body humming with the aftershocks of her release.

Kneeling on the wooden floor, she raised her fingers, the faintest shimmer of cold air curling around her wrist—a subtle witchlight spell prepping to clean the sticky mess clinging to her chin, her chest, and the slick heat still dripping between her thighs, where her pussy pulsed with lingering sensitivity.

But before she could release it, Lor’s voice cut through the musky air, softer now, almost awkward. "...Hey."

Kiara blinked, the spell stalling, her icy blue eyes snapping to his, her hand hovering mid-air.

He didn’t look smug, not like the cunning wolf who’d just unraveled her.

His hazel eyes held a tentative glint, like he was stepping into uncharted territory.

"What would you think about going... all the way?" he asked, his voice low, hesitant, as if he hadn’t fully thought it through.

Her stomach flipped, a jolt of heat spiking through her core, her pussy clenching instinctively at the thought.

Her thighs twitched, still slick with her juices, aching, empty, and hungry for more—gods, her body wanted to be filled, to feel him inside her, stretching her in ways her fingers never could.

But something tightened in her chest—not fear, not shame, just... that last wall she hadn’t let him breach, a line she wasn’t ready to cross.

Not yet.

She exhaled slowly, shaking her head, her voice firm but not cold, her dark bangs falling into her eyes.

"No," she said, meeting his gaze. "Not tonight."

Lor’s brow furrowed slightly, his expression curious but not pushing.

"I’m not that girl," she added, her mouth quirking at the edge, a hint of her usual smirk returning. "Not someone who just sleeps with a guy the same day she realizes he’s not who he pretended to be."

A beat passed, her eyes softening, the smirk turning playful. "Maybe later. If you play your cards right."

Lor raised an eyebrow, a slow grin spreading across his face.

He wasn’t disappointed—not really.

His cock still throbbed faintly, the memory of her lips around him, her moans vibrating against his shaft, lingering like a warm weight in his body.

He’d emptied himself in her mouth not five minutes ago, and the satisfaction sat heavy, dull, and warm in his core.

Then—

Footsteps.

Faint but growing louder, ascending the stairs with a steady rhythm.

"Shit," Kiara hissed, her eyes widening as she scrambled to her feet, her thighs slick and unsteady.

Lor shot up, heart racing as they both dove for their clothes, a frantic blur of motion.

Kiara yanked her black lace panties back up her legs, the fabric catching on her damp skin as she cursed under her breath.

Her blouse was pulled on backward, buttons misaligned, before she tore it off and fixed it with shaking hands.

Lor shoved his shirt over his head, the collar twisted, his pants tugged up clumsily, belt dangling loose as he fumbled with the buckle.

Spells shimmered silently between them—quick, dirty bursts of mana wiping away sweat, sex, spit, and cum, the air sparkling faintly with their combined magic, erasing the evidence of their indulgence.

They dropped to the floor just as the footsteps reached the landing, sitting cross-legged between bed and desk, backs straight, hands resting on their knees like guilty kids caught mid-ritual.

Their notebooks lay open, a staged prop of innocence, the tray of snacks untouched between them.

The door opened.

Mira stepped in, tray in hand, her long black hair loose around her shoulders, apron dusted with flour, her plump figure radiating that familiar warmth.

She stopped, her nose wrinkling slightly, her kind eyes scanning the room.

"...Smells odd in here," she murmured, glancing around, her gaze lingering on the open window, then falling to them.