Academy's Pervert in the D Class

Chapter 302: Surfaced

Then Maris surfaced in his mind.

That look she had given him over her shoulder at the stall. The cucumbers in her basket. The slow, knowing smile that said everything without saying a word. The way her thick thighs had shifted and pressed together.

The sway of her generous ass as she walked away. She had invited him openly. Practically handed him the address.

The laziness evaporated.

Just like that.

Replaced by something sharper, more purposeful. His cock throbbed harder in his hand.

He put the items away carefully, tucking them back into the box with the rest of the collection. He closed the panel.

Then he opened his window. Cool night air rushed in. He prepared to fly out.

He was halfway out the window when he saw her.

Eva was coming down the street from the left.

She wore a fitted deep green blouse that hugged her curvy figure tightly.

The fabric stretched across her large, full breasts, the top buttons undone just enough to show a generous amount of soft cleavage. A short black skirt clung to her wide hips and plump thighs, ending high enough to reveal the smooth skin of her legs.

The outfit looked deliberate, chosen with care, with an understanding to Lor’s perverseness.

It accentuated every lush curve — her breasts bouncing slightly with each step, her ass swaying invitingly under the skirt.

He ducked back inside instinctively.

Then he looked again, only to be met with another surprise.

From the other direction came Viora.

Alone. No Myra with her.

She wore a simple but tight white tunic that stretched over her athletic yet curvy frame and a pair of dark shorts that hugged her thick, powerful thighs.

Her green hair was loose.

The tunic clung to her firm breasts, outlining their shape clearly.

Both girls were dressed casually but with that same slightly intentional quality, as if they had thought about this visit.

They spotted each other in the street in front of his house.

Both stopped. Lor watched from behind the window frame, barely breathing.

Eva and Viora looked at each other, then at his house, then back at each other.

A beat of mutual assessment passed between them.

Then they moved closer and spoke in low, quick voices. He could not hear the words, but the body language was clear. Some kind of silent negotiation or recognition.

Then both of them turned and walked toward his front door together.

Lor pulled back fully from the window. He understood exactly what was happening.

Downstairs, a firm knock sounded on the door.

Mira’s footsteps approached. The door opened. Her voice immediately brightened with genuine warmth.

"Eva! What a lovely surprise. You look beautiful tonight. Come in, come in."

There was a short pause as Mira registered the second girl. "And who is this?"

Viora’s voice came next, polite and slightly formal, the way one speaks when meeting a friend’s mother for the first time.

"Good evening. I am Viora. It is nice to meet you."

Mira took her in for a moment.

Then, true to her nature, she decided she liked the girl within seconds.

"Viora, welcome. Any friend of Lor’s is welcome here. Come, sit down while I call him."

Mira’s voice carried up the stairs, warm and cheerful. "Lor! You have visitors. Eva and Viora are here."

Lor stood in his room, a slow, predatory smile spreading across his face as he heard the two sets of footsteps entering the house below.

He descended the stairs at a measured pace. Each wooden tread creaked softly under his weight.

His stomach was still pleasantly full, but a different kind of hunger was already stirring as he heard the voices.

He stepped into the living area and paused for a moment, taking in the scene.

Mira stood close to Eva, one hand resting lightly on the girl’s arm in that gentle, affectionate way she had. freewebnovёl.ƈom

Her face was bright with genuine delight. "—and why come so late when tomorrow is a full holiday? Couldn’t this have waited until morning when you’d both be fresh and rested, dear?"

Eva answered first, calm and clear, her voice carrying quiet confidence as if she was prepared for this question.

"We needed the entire day tomorrow for our own spellwork practice. I simply couldn’t afford to lose the morning. I wanted to get this session in tonight."

Viora stood beside her, completely straight-faced, not a flicker of hesitation. "Lor had been asking me to come help teach him for days," she said evenly. "He practically begged."

Lor’s eyes flicked to Viora. She didn’t look back at him. He kept his expression neutral and said nothing.

Mira turned toward him, her eyes sparkling with pure maternal pride.

"There you are! Eva and Viora are here for study. Isn’t that wonderful?" She turned back to the girls, still glowing.

"Thank you both, truly. Lor scored a full 30 combined in Spell Theory and Mathematics on the tournament. I’m certain it’s because of your help and all these group sessions." She clasped her hands together, her plump cheeks flushing with warmth.

"I feel terrible it’s too late to cook something proper for you. You absolutely must come for lunch one day soon. I’ll make something special, a real meal, not this late-night visit."

Eva smiled warmly, her full breasts pressing gently against the fitted green blouse as she shifted.

"Thank you, Mrs. Mira. That’s very kind, but it’s nothing at all. We’re improving from these sessions too. It’s mutual."

Viora nodded politely, her athletic frame relaxed but alert in the tight white tunic that hugged her firm breasts and thick thighs.

Mira beamed at them both like they had personally hung the stars.

Eva gently suggested, "You really shouldn’t wait up on our account. We’ll be quiet. We know it’s late and we don’t want to disturb your rest."

Mira waved this off with a soft laugh, her generous figure moving with easy affection.

"Nonsense. It’s completely fine if there’s any noise from upstairs. The master bedroom is practically soundproof." She said it with total confidence, patting Eva’s arm again.

"I’m very sure about this."