"Viora!" Myra gasped, her brown eyes widening, her body shivering at the unexpected touch, her cheeks burning.

"What are you…" Her voice trailed off, a moan escaping as Viora's tongue traced higher, lapping up the warmth, her lips lingering with a teasing, erotic slowness that made Lor's cock twitch, his hazel eyes darkening with renewed arousal.

"Fuck," Lor murmured, his voice rough, his grin widening as he watched Viora's tongue glide over Myra's skin, the classroom air thickening with the heat of their shared pleasure.

"You two… are gonna kill me."

His words were playful, but his gaze was intense, drinking in the sight of Viora's bold act, Myra's trembling response, their dynamic weaving a spell that lingered in the dusty haze.

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TRINGGGGG

The academy bell rang, its sharp clang slicing through the heavy air of the abandoned classroom, signaling the end of the day and the time to head home.

The sound jolted Myra and Viora, their bare bodies still flushed and glistening with sweat, sprawled across the dusty floor, their breaths slowing from the intensity of their shared pleasure.

Lor sat up, his black hair falling messily into his hazel eyes, his lean frame slick with sweat, his cock now softened but his lazy grin as wide as ever.

The dim gray light cast soft shadows over their tangled forms, the musky scent of their pleasure lingering in the air, the locked door a silent guardian of their secret.

"Time to move," Lor said, his voice rough but playful, standing and stretching, his lean muscles flexing as he reached for his discarded uniform.

Myra and Viora exchanged a glance, their brown and green eyes flickering with a mix of exhaustion and lingering tension.

Myra pushed herself up, her full breasts swaying with the motion, her freckled skin still warm and sticky from Lor's release, the hot trails drying slowly on her hips.

She winced slightly, the warmth a sticky reminder, her thighs rubbing together as she shifted, the sensation sending a faint, unwanted spark through her.

Viora smirked, her toned and full frame curving as she sat up, her green ponytail a tangled mess, her green eyes glinting with a hint of mischief as she watched Myra.

"Looks like you like them on you," she teased, her voice husky, her fingers trailing lazily over her own skin, brushing away a bead of sweat from her full breasts.

"Need help cleaning up?" Her tone was playful, but her eyes lingered on the glistening trails on Myra's hips.

Myra's freckled cheeks flushed deeper, her brown eyes narrowing, but a reluctant smile tugged at her lips.

"You'd like that, wouldn't you?" she murmured, her voice breathy, her hands wiping at the stickiness on her hips, her fingers coming away slick.

The sensation was oddly sensual, the warmth clinging to her skin like a secret, making her thighs clench as she reached for her black lace panties.

She slid them on slowly, the fabric clinging to her damp skin, the lace rubbing against her sensitive folds in a way that made her bite her lip, suppressing a soft gasp.

Lor watched them with his lazy grin, his hazel eyes dark with appreciation as he pulled on his trousers.

"You two make getting dressed look like a fucking show," he said, his voice low and flirtatious, his gaze lingering on Myra's freckled curves as she smoothed her tight shirt over her breasts, the fabric clinging to her sweat-dampened skin, outlining her hardened nipples.

Viora chuckled, her full breasts bouncing slightly as she slipped into her red lace panties, the fabric riding up her toned thighs, accentuating her curves as she adjusted her skirt, her fingers brushing her inner thighs in a slow, teasing motion that caught Lor's eye.

Myra shot Viora a glance, her brown eyes glinting with a mix of irritation and amusement as she fastened her blouse, her fingers fumbling from the lingering tremble in her hands.

"This Light thing better pleased," she said, her voice grudging, framing their encounter as a chore, though her flushed skin and the way she shifted her thighs betrayed the pleasure she wouldn't admit.

Viora nodded, tying her green ponytail back into place, her movements slow and graceful, her full breasts shifting under her blouse, the fabric straining against her curves.

"Yeah, took a lot out of us," she agreed, her voice dry, her hand resting on her hip. "Hope the Light's happy, Lor."

Lor chuckled, buttoning his shirt, his hazel eyes sparkling with mischief.

"More than happy," he said, his voice a low, playful rumble. "The Light's practically singing after that. You two were… unreal."

His grin widened, and Myra and Viora exchanged another glance, their lips twitching with reluctant smirks, a shared chuckle escaping them as they finished dressing, the tension easing into a playful camaraderie.

Lor moved to the door, his boots scuffing the dusty floor, and unlatched it with a soft click, stepping into the corridor.

The academy's halls were quieter now, the bustle of students fading as most had already left.

But the moment he opened the door, he froze, his hazel eyes narrowing as he caught sight of three figures huddled by the wall, their faces guilty and flushed—Nellie, Olivia, and Eva, their eyes wide with surprise as they scrambled back, clearly caught off guard.

Nellie's ash-brown braids were slightly askew, her gray-green eyes behind her glasses wide with embarrassment, her freckled cheeks pink as she clutched her spellbook.

Olivia's light brown bob was neat as always, her hazel eyes sharp but nervous, her tight pants clinging to her hips as she shifted uncomfortably.

Eva's dark blue hair with pink streaks was tied back with her large blue bow, her knit top damp with sweat, her plump thighs shifting as she avoided Lor's gaze, her blush spreading across her face.

"What the hell are you three doing?" Lor asked, his voice a mix of amusement and suspicion, his lazy grin returning as he leaned against the doorframe, his black hair falling into his eyes. "Peeking? Eavesdropping?"

Nellie's hands fidgeted with her spellbook, her voice small but earnest.

"We… we just wanted to thank you, Lor," she said, her gray-green eyes darting to the ground, then back to him.

"For the ritual last night. It really helped with the test."

Olivia nodded, her hazel eyes meeting his with a flicker of gratitude, though her posture remained guarded.

"Yeah, Eva came to us after… whatever you did with her," she said, her voice cool but appreciative.

"She helped us with the study group, went over the basics—math, subtraction, multiplication, some easy spell theory like mana flow and charm structures. We passed because of it."

Eva's blush deepened, her green eyes dropping to the floor, her blue bow bobbing as she shifted, her fingers twisting together.

"I… I promised I'd help them, like you asked," she mumbled, her voice soft. "But I didn't tell Myra and Viora about the group. I… don't really get along with them." She glanced toward the classroom door, her expression guilty. "I need to apologize."

Lor raised a brow, his grin widening as he stepped aside, gesturing toward the door.

"Go on, then," he said, his voice teasing. "They're right in there. Better make it quick before they start plotting revenge."

Eva hesitated, her cheeks flaming, but she nodded, her blue-streaked hair swaying as she stepped past him into the classroom.

Myra and Viora were adjusting their clothes,

Myra smoothing her shirt over her freckled curves, Viora tying her green ponytail back into place. They looked up as Eva entered, their expressions shifting to surprise, then irritation.

"Eva?" Myra said, her brown eyes narrowing, her voice sharp. "What do you want?"

Viora crossed her arms, her green eyes glinting with annoyance, her toned and full frame tense.

"Yeah, why are you here?" she asked, her tone clipped, her blouse clinging to her curves as she stepped closer.

Eva's green eyes dropped to the floor, her blush spreading as she fidgeted with her bow. "I… I'm sorry," she said, her voice small but sincere.

"I promised Lor I'd set up a study group for everyone yesterday, but I only told Nellie and Olivia. I didn't tell you two because… we don't really get along. That was wrong of me."

Myra's jaw tightened, her freckled cheeks flushing with surprise and anger.

"A study group?" she said, her voice sharp, her brown eyes wide.

"You had a study group and didn't tell us? We struggled on that test, Eva! If Lor hadn't stepped in, we'd have been done for. And then we had to… satisfy the Light because of it." Her tone was bitter, framing their encounter as a necessary burden, her eyes flicking to Viora, who nodded in agreement, both avoiding any hint of the pleasure they'd felt.

Viora's smirk was tight, her green eyes cold.

"Yeah, it was a lot of work," she said, her voice dry, her hand resting on her hip. "You really left us hanging, Eva. We had to do a lot to make up for it." Her tone was grudging, her blouse shifting as she crossed her arms tighter, emphasizing her curves.

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