Academy's Pervert in the D Class-Chapter 63: Silvia

"Uh, sure Miss Silvia," Lor said, his gaze darting to her chest again, catching the outline of her bra before he forced his eyes to the table. "My room’s upstairs if you want to—"

"No rush," Silvia interrupted quickly, shaking her head, her auburn hair swaying. "You should eat first. Your mother’s cooking is... incredible." Her smile was tight, her thighs pressing together, skirt riding higher, a glimpse of lace peeking out.

"Damn right it is," Mira said proudly, piling food onto plates—golden pancakes, sizzling bacon, the scent filling the room. "Sit, both of you. Talk later—eat now."

Lor slid into the chair beside Silvia, close enough to feel the warmth radiating from her, her jasmine perfume mixing with the tea’s faint aroma.

He pretended to focus on his plate, but his hazel eyes flicked to her, wet blouse and flushed cheeks, catching the way her breasts rose with each breath, the damp fabric clinging like a tease.

Silvia shifted, still dabbing at her blouse, unaware of his glances.

"Your mother was just telling me about your... study habits," she said, her voice striving for professionalism, though her cheeks stayed crimson. "You’ve got potential, Lor, but you need to focus. Your mana control could be... stronger."

"Yeah, I know," Lor mumbled, shoving a bite of pancake into his mouth, his gaze darting to her thighs, the skirt’s edge teasing higher.

His cock stirred harder, the room’s warmth and her closeness stoking a heat he fought to contain.

Mira smirked, setting a plate in front of Silvia.

"He’s a handful, but he’s got a good heart. Just needs to stop daydreaming about useless stuff like his toys and start hitting the books."

Lor choked on his pancake, his face burning.

"Mom!" he protested, voice muffled, his hazel eyes wide as Silvia’s laugh rang out, soft but genuine, her breasts shifting under her wet blouse.

"Sorry, sorry," Mira said, grinning, spatula in hand. "But eat up, you two. We’ve got all morning to sort out his grades."

Lor took a deep breath, both amused and unnerved.

Because he had inkling what was going to come next.

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Lor led Miss Silvia upstairs, her heels clacking softly against the wooden steps, her handbag clutched to her chest, the faint scent of her jasmine perfume trailing her.

The breakfast table’s warmth—Mira’s teasing, the scent of pancakes—faded behind them, replaced by the quiet hum of his room.

He opened the door, motioning to the chair or bed.

"You can sit here," he offered, his hazel eyes flicking to her, his loose shirt rumpling against his chest.

Silvia shook her head, flustered, her auburn hair swaying, a few strands loose from her twist.

"No, no—it’s fine. I’ll sit on the floor," she said, lowering herself onto the wooden floor, knees neatly folded, handbag resting beside her lap.

Her white jacket clung to her generous chest, her pencil skirt taut across her thighs, her cheeks flushed with nervous energy.

Lor blinked, brow raised.

"You sure?" His voice was light, but his pulse quickened, the sight of his teacher on his floor stirring a heat he fought to ignore.

She nodded, glasses fogging slightly.

"I am sorry Lor, I lied, but this isn’t an official visit," she murmured, her voice low, earnest. "I’m not here to discuss your academic performance."

Lor paused mid-step, his grin sly.

"You’re not?" His hazel eyes searched hers. curious with a mix of arousal.

"You know why I’m here," Silvia said, adjusting her glasses, her expression serious behind the fogged lenses, her breasts rising with a shaky breath.

"I don’t," Lor replied, straight-faced, lying with ease, his cock twitching faintly at her closeness, her jasmine scent filling the air.

She frowned, tone sharpening.

"Stop pretending, Lor. I know about the Guiding Light." Her voice was firm, but her cheeks flushed deeper, her fingers gripping her skirt.

Lor groaned under his breath, flopping onto the floor in front of her, stretching his legs out, leaning back on his palms.

"That was supposed to be a secret," he said, half-complaining, playing the caught student with a dramatic sigh.

"Now it’s all over the class? Even reached you?"

"Don’t worry," Silvia said softly, brushing her auburn hair behind one ear, her smile faint but warm. "Your secret’s safe with me."

Lor exhaled, eyes narrowing, his grin fading. "Alright Miss Silvia. Why do you need the Light’s guidance?" His voice was low, curious, her skirt shifted, revealing a glimpse of her thigh.

Silvia hesitated, then spoke, her voice steady but vulnerable.

"At first, I dismissed the rumors—divine power, secret rituals, strange miracles. Sounded like nonsense. But I watched the Spell Precision Tournament closely." She looked him in the eyes, earnest, open, her glasses glinting.

"I saw how Eva, Olivia, Myra, Viora—even Nellie—improved. Not just in spells or grades, but in confidence, drive, purpose."

Lor didn’t respond, holding her gaze, his heart pounding at her intensity.

"It wasn’t hard to connect the dots Lor," she continued, her voice softer. "They’ve formed a tight group, and you’re always near the center. I remembered those whispers—the Guiding Light. And I realized... they’re not rumors, they might be real." Her fingers clutched her skirt, her breasts rising faster, blouse straining slightly.

"So, Miss..." Lor said, voice light, a playful edge masking his growing arousal. "You’re here for light’s guidance?"

She nodded, cheeks pink, voice steady. "I know I’m not the strongest teacher or even nearly close. I’m still learning, fumbling. I’m the least experienced in staff meetings, and I hate that my class might suffer for it." Her hands tightened.

"I want to be better—for them. I want my class to grow, excel. I want to be their spark, not dead weight. I’ll do anything to fix it."

Lor nodded slowly, genuinely impressed, his cock twitching harder at her passion, her vulnerability.

"I respect that," he said, voice low, his hazel eyes locked on hers.

"Then... do it," she said, her voice a whisper, her breasts heaving, blouse clinging tighter.

"Start the ritual"

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