Academy's Pervert in the D Class

Lor turned toward the door again.

"Goodbye, Kuri."

His voice was calm and final. His hand reached for the handle once more.

Kuri stood where she was. The heat that had pulsed there earlier had barely left.

She could not ask him to stay and fuck her. The words would not come out. Lowering herself that far was impossible. Her pride would not allow it.

But the feeling would not leave her either.

Sex was new. Until today she had kept herself away from it. Pleasure had always been something other people chased while she focused on money, survival, and the next job.

Today Lor had unlocked it.

First in the forest.

His fingers had worked her open with steady, relentless skill.

The pressure had built low in her stomach until her legs shook and her voice broke. When she finally came it had been so hard she blacked out, the climax ripping through her while she was still tied and stripped.

The helpless, overwhelming release had stayed with her even after she woke up alone and naked.

Then again in the alley. He had pushed into her from behind and filled her completely. The stretch. The wet sounds of her pussy taking him.

The way his cock dragged against that sensitive spot inside her with every deep thrust until she could not form proper insults anymore.

The heat of his cum flooding her afterward.

The sticky trail it left running down her thighs as she walked home through the crowd.

She wanted that feeling again.

She was a greedy woman. She had always known it. That was why she worked for the princess.

Illegal jobs, dirty money, whatever it took.

She wanted the food she liked, the clothes she liked, the life she liked. She took what she wanted and kept it. Now she wanted pleasure. Not from just anyone. From Lor.

He had already seen her true self. He had seen her naked. He had seen her pussy. He had fucked her.

Even though she had tried to kill him that afternoon, he had not taken it personally. He was still calm. Still smiling. Around him she felt strangely free, even though they had only spoken for the first time today.

Kuri’s jaw tightened. Her fingers curled at her sides. The wet top rose and fell with each breath.

She forced the words out before he could open the door.

"Fine. Teach me first. Then I’ll let you have it."

Lor paused. His hand stayed on the handle. He looked back over his shoulder.

Kuri’s face was turned slightly away. Her eyes stayed fixed on a random spot on the wall near the lamp.

The stubborn set of her mouth and the way she refused to meet his eyes made the whole posture look strangely, unintentionally cute.

Lor’s smile returned, small and easy. He did not push. He did not try to negotiate further or stroke her ego.

"Alright."

He stepped away from the door and glanced at her soaked top. Juice was still dripping from the hem onto the floor in irregular drops.

"You should change first. You’re dripping."

Kuri shook her head once.

"It’s fine. I don’t want to get my clothes dirty twice."

The second the words left her mouth she froze.

She had just admitted, out loud, that changing now would be pointless because her clothes would end up messy again later and that she was looking forward to that part more than her studies.

The realization hit her like a slap.

Lor turned his face slightly to the side.

A quiet, genuine giggle slipped out of him before he could stop it.

He did not even try to hide the mocking curve of his mouth. His shoulders shook once with silent laughter.

Kuri’s face went bright red from her neck to the tips of her ears.

"Stop laughing! You misunderstood!"

Her voice came out louder than she intended. She glared at him, arms still crossed under her wet chest, juice still dripping from her top onto the floor. The heat in her lower stomach pulsed again, traitorous and unwanted.

She spun on her heel so fast her short hair swung against her cheek.

She stormed toward the narrow hallway that led to her room, muttering curses under her breath the entire way. Her boots hit the wooden floor harder than necessary.

The door to her room slammed shut behind her hard enough to rattle the frame.

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The room had no windows.

It sat deep under the palace, below the Hound’s Den, below the dungeon corridors, below any place that appeared on official maps. The walls were old stone. The air smelled of dried blood that had soaked into the cracks of the floor over many years.

Candles stood in rings around a large magic circle carved directly into the stone. The lines and sigils were deep and precise. No chalk. No paint. Only cuts that had taken time to make.

Aurora stood at the edge of the circle.

She wore only a black bra and matching panties. Everything else had been left behind her.

The black lace of the bra stretched tightly over her full breasts.

The soft upper curves of pale flesh rose above the dark cups. Her nipples pressed faintly against the thin fabric.

The panties sat low on her hips, the lace pulled snug across the smooth skin of her lower stomach and the soft mound between her thighs.

The thin material outlined the shape of her pussy clearly.

Her silver braid was half undone. Long strands of hair fell over one bare shoulder and down the curve of her back.

She held a glass tube in one hand.

The liquid inside caught the candlelight and shifted color as she turned it. She looked at it for several seconds, then pulled the stopper and poured the contents into the exact center of the circle.

The liquid fell slowly. It was thicker than water. It landed with a soft sound and formed a small pale puddle on the carved stone.

Aurora stepped to the edge of the innermost ring and began to chant.

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