Academy's Pervert in the D Class - Chapter 266
Chapter 266: whimpered
Eva whimpered, her hips bucking as his fingers teased her entrance, spreading her open to let more of his cum drip out, the sight and feel of it making his breath catch.
“Gods, you’re so wet,” he murmured, his voice rough with awe, his fingers circling her clit until she gasped, her nails digging into his shoulders.
He lifted one of her legs, hooking it over his shoulder, opening her wider.
Eva’s breath quickened, her body trembling with anticipation as he positioned himself, his cock brushing her entrance, slick and ready.
He pushed in slowly, savoring the tight, warm grip of her pussy, still sensitive and swollen from their earlier rounds.
Eva moaned loudly, her head falling back, the sound raw and desperate as he filled her, inch by inch, the stretch reigniting that delicious ache.
“Lor—it’s so.. good,” she gasped, her hands clutching the sheets, her body clenching around him, the sensation overwhelming but addictive.
Lor groaned, the heat and tightness driving him wild, his hips rocking slowly at first, letting her adjust to the deep, steady rhythm.
He leaned down, kissing her, their tongues tangling as he thrust deeper, each movement drawing a soft cry from her lips.
His mouth moved to her neck, then lower, capturing one nipple between his lips, sucking gently at first, then harder, his tongue flicking the sensitive bud.
Eva’s moans grew louder, unrestrained, filling the room as her body arched, pushing her breast further into his mouth.
The sensation sent jolts straight to her core, her pussy clenching tighter around him, making him groan against her skin.
“You like that?” he murmured against her breast, his voice vibrating against her nipple, feeling her body shudder beneath him.
“Yes—oh gods, yes,” Eva moaned, her voice breaking, her hips grinding against him, chasing the sensation.
Her pussy was dripping, the wet sounds of their bodies moving together obscene and intoxicating, filling the room with a rhythm that matched their ragged breaths.
Lor’s thrusts grew faster, deeper, his control fraying as her moans pushed him closer to the edge.
He released her nipple with a soft pop, moving back to her lips, kissing her fiercely as he drove into her, the bed creaking beneath them.
Eva’s hands roamed his back, nails raking down his spine, leaving faint red trails that made him hiss with pleasure.
Her orgasm built quickly, a coiling heat in her core, her moans turning to desperate cries.
“Lor—I’m gonna—” she gasped, her body tensing, her pussy clamping down hard as the wave crashed over her.
She came with a scream, her walls spasming around his cock, her juices mixing with his earlier release, soaking his thighs as her body convulsed, her leg trembling against his shoulder.
The grip of her climax pushed Lor to the brink, his thrusts erratic, his balls tightening.
“Eva—fuck, I’m cumming,” he groaned, his voice raw, his hips stuttering as the pressure became unbearable.
“Yes Yes Do it,” she panted, her eyes locking on his, fierce and pleading, her hands pulling him closer. ”
Her words snapped his restraint.
Lor thrust deep, his cock pulsing as he came, hot spurts filling her again, the warmth spreading through her core.
The sensation prolonged her orgasm, her body shuddering beneath him, her moans loud and broken as she milked him, every pulse drawing them deeper into shared ecstasy.
They collapsed together, utterly spent, their bodies tangled in the sheets.
Lor rolled to his side, pulling Eva against his chest, her head resting in the crook of his arm.
Their breaths slowed, the room quiet except for the soft crackle of the dying candle.
Eva’s bow was hopelessly tangled now, her hair a mess, but she smiled faintly, her body warm and pliant against his.
“Worth it,” Lor murmured, his voice barely a whisper, his fingers brushing lazily through her hair.
Eva nodded, her cheek pressed against his chest, her voice soft but content.
“Yeah… worth it.”
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The curtains parted with a soft rustle, allowing the evening light to filter through Eva’s sheer curtains, bathing her room in a dusky gold that warmed the wooden floors and cast gentle highlights across the scattered notes and toys from earlier.
Lor buttoned his shirt lazily, his fingers moving with the unhurried rhythm of someone who savored the moment, his lean chest disappearing inch by inch under the fabric.
His hair was a little messier than usual, tousled strands falling into his eyes in a way that made him look effortlessly roguish.
Eva sat at the edge of her bed, her academy uniform discarded in a crumpled heap in the corner, replaced by a loose white top that clung just enough to her curves to hint at the soft swell of her breasts beneath, the thin material translucent in the fading light, her nipples faintly visible as shadows against the fabric.
Her soft shorts rode up her thighs when she shifted, the hem brushing her skin teasingly, exposing the smooth expanse of her legs, still flushed from their earlier exertions.
The air between them carried the faint, musky scent of sweat and soap, warm and intimate, wrapping around them like a shared secret.
Neither of them spoke for a while.
The stillness wasn’t awkward—not quite—but it hummed with an undercurrent of tension, like a string pulled taut, waiting to snap or vibrate into something new.
Lor adjusted his collar, catching her reflection in the small mirror on her desk, her green eyes watching him with a mix of shyness and lingering heat.
“Ready for your guidance session, Eva?” he asked, that faint grin curling his lips, never quite revealing if he was teasing or slipping into his ritual persona.
Eva gave a small nod, her cheeks still tinged with a light pink that made her look even more endearing, her fingers fidgeting with the hem of her top, pulling it down slightly as if suddenly aware of how it hugged her figure.
“Y-Yeah. Spell theory first, right?” Her voice was soft, a little breathy, her thighs pressing together under the shorts, the fabric whispering against her skin.
“Spell theory and math,” Lor replied, pulling out his notebook with a casual flip, as if to anchor them back to something normal amid the charged air.
“You have to work hard for tomorrow.” He sat beside her on the bed, close enough that his knee brushed hers, sending a subtle spark through her.
She groaned softly, the sound half-exasperated, half-playful, her top shifting with the motion to reveal a glimpse of her midriff, the soft curve of her waist catching the light. “You sound like my dad.”
Lor chuckled under his breath, the low rumble vibrating through the space between them.
“That is a weird thing to say after what we just did.” His eyes flicked to her, sparkling with mischief, and he leaned in just a fraction, enough to make her aware of his warmth.
That earned him a look—a sharp one, her brows furrowing in mock indignation, but it softened quickly into embarrassment, her cheeks warming further as she quickly looked away, pretending to focus on her notes.
The top’s neckline dipped slightly with the turn of her head, offering a teasing view of her cleavage, the faint scent of her floral soap wafting toward him.
For the next few hours, the rhythm of the room shifted completely.
Lor’s voice grew calm and steady—that odd mix of patient and predatory that somehow suited him, drawing her in like a spell of its own.
He explained important topics in spell theory with clear, precise strokes on the paper, the differences between linear and exponential spell output, how mental focus could sharpen accuracy or shatter it entirely.
Eva, still reeling from the “ritual,” found herself strangely lucid.
Her mind, cleared by exhaustion and the afterglow of release, absorbed every word he said, her pen flying across the page with newfound focus.
The shorts rode up higher as she crossed her legs, the fabric stretching taut over her hips, and she shifted occasionally, the motion making her top cling to the subtle bounce of her breasts.
Lor noticed.
She wasn’t distracted anymore.
No more stammering answers, no fidgeting with her pen until it nearly snapped.
Just that quiet intensity—her green eyes fixed on him, brows furrowed slightly in thought, her lips parting now and then as she murmured questions.
“You’re learning fast,” Lor said at one point, leaning over her shoulder to check her notes, his breath brushing warm against her ear, close enough that she could feel the heat radiating from his body.
She shivered, a soft, involuntary tremor that ran down her spine, her nipples pebbling faintly against the thin top.
“You weren’t half this sharp before.”
“Maybe I just needed motivation,” Eva murmured, not daring to look up, her handwriting wobbling just a touch on the page.
Her thighs clenched under the shorts, the fabric suddenly feeling too constricting, a faint warmth building low in her belly from his proximity.
Lor’s grin deepened, his eyes lingering on the flush creeping up her neck.
“Maybe you did.”