Academy's Pervert in the D Class

Lor felt it.

He kept the same exact rhythm, driving her higher, until her whole body started to tense and her moans turned higher and more desperate.

Her pussy clenched hard around his fingers. Her legs shook. She was right on the edge.

Then he pulled his fingers out completely.

Kuri froze.

The sudden emptiness left her shaking and dripping.

A thin string of her wetness stretched between his fingers and her open pussy for a second before breaking.

She looked back over her shoulder, breathing hard through her mouth. Her eyes were wide and confused. Her face was still deep red. Her lips were parted.

She did not ask why he stopped.

She only stared at him, the wetness between her thighs cooling in the night air, her exposed ass and pussy still presented to him.

Her expression held clear frustration and need, even as she tried to hide it behind anger.

Lor was already undoing his own pants.

He freed his cock — thick, hard, and already leaking at the tip — and stepped in close again.

The blunt head pressed against her entrance and slid slowly up and down through the slick folds without pushing in.

He rubbed it over her swollen clit once, then settled it back at her opening, letting her feel the heat and the size of him against her bare, wet pussy.

Kuri’s breath hitched hard.

"You bastard..." Her voice came out rough and shaky. "You’re trying to rape me. You think you can just force me like this? You sick fucking pervert—"

Lor didn’t move his hips. He simply stayed there, the thick head of his cock resting lightly against her entrance, not pushing in even a little.

"Look at your hands," he said quietly.

Kuri’s eyes flicked beside.

Her palms were still pressed flat against the cold stone wall. Lor’s hand was only resting lightly on her hip — not gripping, not forcing. His other hand was simply guiding his cock.

He wasn’t pinning her. He wasn’t holding her in place with any real strength.

He hadn’t been for a while.

She hadn’t noticed.

The realization hit her like a slap. Her body was still exactly where it was: pants shoved down around her thighs, ass pushed back toward him, pussy wet and open and pressed against the tip of his cock.

Nothing was stopping her from pulling away. Nothing had been stopping her for some time.

And she was still standing there.

Lor leaned in closer. His breath touched her ear.

When he spoke again, his voice dropped into something low and slow and almost gentle — the kind of tone that felt more dangerous than if he had shouted.

"You stayed with us in the tavern the whole time. You followed us out here. You’re still standing here with your pants down and my cock against your pussy... and I’m not even holding you."

He let the silence stretch.

Kuri’s breathing stayed uneven. Her thighs trembled. She could feel every small shift of the hot, blunt tip of him against her entrance.

Her pussy throbbed around nothing, still aching from how close she had been.

"You already know what you want," Lor continued, voice soft and steady right next to her ear. "I know it too. So why keep lying to yourself?"

Another pause. Longer this time.

"If you want it... just take it."

Kuri’s face burned.

Conflict twisted hard behind her eyes.

Her fingers curled against the stone wall. She could still leave. She could still pull away, yank her pants up, and walk out of the alley.

She didn’t.

For a long moment she stayed completely still, feeling the heat of him resting right against her.

Then, slowly, she pushed her hips back.

The thick head of his cock sank into her, stretching her open.

Kuri’s breath left her in a sharp, broken sound. Her fingers curled hard against the cold stone wall.

The sudden fullness pushed deep, forcing her inner walls to spread around him.

Heat bloomed low in her stomach. Her thighs trembled.

"Fuck...!"

The word came out rough, half curse, half gasp.

Lor moved now.

He pressed forward, slow and steady, until more of him slid inside.

The stretch burned in a way that made her bite down on her lower lip. Her pussy clenched around the thick length of him, trying to adjust.

He bottomed out with a final, firm push. His hips pressed flush against her bare ass.

For a moment he stayed completely still, buried to the hilt, letting her feel every inch.

Kuri’s forehead dropped against the wall. Her breathing was uneven.

Soft, unwilling sounds kept escaping her throat no matter how hard she tried to hold them back.

Lor’s hands settled on her hips.

He pulled back slowly, dragging his cock almost all the way out, then pushed back in with the same controlled pace.

The wet sound of her pussy taking him filled the narrow alley.

"You... bastard..." Kuri’s voice was shaky. She tried to make it angry.

It came out breathless instead. "This doesn’t mean anything... ah..."

Lor did not answer with words.

He simply set a steady rhythm, thrusting into her with deep, measured strokes. Each time he pushed forward, the head of his cock rubbed hard against the sensitive spot inside her.

Each time he pulled back, the thick shaft dragged along her inner walls.

One of his hands left her hip. He reached up, grabbed the bottom of her short black top, and yanked it all the way up over her breasts.

The cold night air hit her bare skin.

Her full breasts spilled free, soft and heavy, nipples already tight and flushed from arousal.

Kuri made a small, startled sound.

"Don’t— look at them—"

Lor ignored her.

His hand cupped one breast from below, lifting its weight, while his thumb brushed across the stiff nipple.

He pinched it lightly, rolled it between his fingers, then pinched harder. At the same time he kept fucking her with the same steady, deep rhythm.

Kuri’s back arched.

A higher moan tore out of her before she could stop it.

"Shit... that feels... no... don’t touch there..."

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