Academy's Pervert in the D Class

Lor stayed inside her for a few more breaths.

Kuri’s body was still trembling in small, uneven waves.

Her standing leg kept threatening to fold.

The arm he had hooked under her other leg held most of her weight so she did not collapse onto the table.

His cock twitched once more deep inside her and another thick pulse of cum leaked out around the base, warm and slow, sliding down the insides of her thighs.

She made a quiet, frustrated sound against the wood.

He eased out of her carefully. The moment the head of his cock slipped free, a heavier gush followed it.

Cum spilled from her open pussy in a thick, sticky stream, running down both thighs and dripping onto the floorboards between her feet.

The sound it made was soft and wet.

Kuri’s shoulders jerked.

She stayed bent over the table for another second, breathing hard, the open white shirt still hanging off her arms and doing nothing.

Her bare ass was still raised.

Her pussy looked used and flushed, the outer lips slightly parted, more of his release continuing to seep out in slow trails.

Then she pushed herself upright on shaky arms.

She did not reach for her clothes.

The shorts and panties were still in a small pile near the chair.

The shirt stayed open down her front, her full breasts bare and still marked faintly from his fingers. Her short dark hair stuck to the side of her neck.

The bruise on her jaw looked darker in the lamp light.

Between her legs the mess kept moving, warm and unmistakable.

Kuri looked down at herself.

"...Ugh."

She shifted her weight from one foot to the other. Another thin rivulet of cum slid down the inside of her left thigh.

"I need to bathe again," she muttered. Her voice was hoarse. "There’s sticky liquid still inside. I can feel it every time I move. It’s disgusting."

Lor was already tucking himself back into his pants. He glanced at the mess between her legs, then at her face.

"Up to you," he said. "You can wash now or later. Just don’t forget the Nullroot elixir after."

Kuri’s eyes flicked to him. She made a short, irritated face.

"I know. I’m not an idiot. I’ll get it after I wash. Stop reminding me like I’m going to forget. I will never in a thousand years bear the kid of a pervert like you."

She turned away from the table, still completely bare from the waist down, the open shirt framing her breasts and the soft line of her stomach.

Cum continued to trickle down her thighs in uneven paths.

She took two steps toward the hallway that led to the small bathing room, then stopped.

Her back was still to him.

The round shape of her ass was clear under the hanging shirt. More of the mess had reached the soft crease where her thighs met her cheeks.

She stood there for a moment, jaw working.

"...Are you staying for dinner or what."

The words came out flat, almost annoyed, like the question itself was an inconvenience.

She did not look at him when she said it.

Her ears were starting to turn red again.

Lor’s mouth curved.

"Dinner," he repeated, mild. "You just finished taking everything I had and you’re already asking me to stay for dinner?"

Kuri’s shoulders stiffened.

"I’m being polite, you bastard. It’s late. You taught me. The least I can do is feed you before you go. Don’t read into it."

"I’m not reading into it." He stepped closer. His voice stayed light. "I’m just wondering if you weren’t satisfied yet."

Before she could snap an answer, his hand came down hard on her bare ass.

The slap cracked through the quiet room.

Kuri shrieked.

The impact jiggled her cheek and forced another thick spill of cum out of her.

It ran down in a sudden warm rush, coating the back of her thigh and dripping off onto the floor. Her whole body jerked forward.

She spun around, one hand flying back to cover the stinging skin, the other trying uselessly to hold the open shirt closed over her chest.

"You—! What the fuck is wrong with you?!"

Her face was bright red. Her eyes were wide with fury and leftover heat.

Cum was still sliding down both legs.

The hand she had pressed to her ass came away slightly shiny.

Lor was already smiling, calm as ever.

"Just checking," he said. "You still react."

"Get out!"

She pointed at the door with a shaking finger.

The shirt fell open again, leaving her breasts completely exposed. She did not bother fixing it. "Get out of my house right now before I throw something heavier than glass at your head!"

Lor raised both hands in a lazy surrender and stepped back toward the entrance.

"I’m going. Thank you for the water." He paused at the door, still looking amused. "And thank you again for the information on Ameth. That was the most useful part of the night."

Kuri’s face twisted further.

"I said get out!"

He opened the door. Cool night air moved into the room and across her bare skin.

She shivered once and hated that he saw it.

Lor stepped out onto the quiet street, still chuckling under his breath.

"Study the ratios again before the next class," he called over his shoulder. "And take the elixir."

"I KNOW!"

The door slammed hard enough to rattle the frame.

Kuri stood in the middle of her own front room, shirt open, pants nowhere, cum still dripping slowly down her thighs, the fresh handprint on her ass stinging. Her breathing was uneven.

The heat in her lower stomach had not fully gone away.

She looked at the closed door for a long second.

Then she muttered a string of curses that would have made the barkeep at the tavern raise both eyebrows, turned, and limped toward the bathing room with her legs slightly apart so the mess would not stick them together.

The Nullroot elixir was on the top shelf of the small cabinet beside the bath. She had got it as a gift from the princess as a joke, but this was the first time she got to use it.

She would take it after she washed.

She would scrub until the sticky feeling was gone. She would pretend the dinner invitation had never left her mouth.

And she would try very hard not to think about how easily he had made her ask for more without ever saying the words.

Outside, Lor walked away down the quiet lane, hands in his pockets, the night air cool against his face.

The information about Ameth’s childhood was already turning over in his mind, neat and useful.

He kept walking.

Inside the house, water began to run.

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