The classroom's chaos simmered as the last of the spell-casting drills ended, the air thick with the acrid tang of burnt mana and the rustle of too-tight skirts.
Lor slouched at his desk in the back, his black hair falling over his hazel eyes, his grin subtle but ever-present.
His notebook lay open, the faint sketch of a cat paw beside "Study Plan: Braids Girl" curling with a freshly inked tail.
Nellie's whispered request echoed in his mind, her trembling voice a soft promise of new opportunities.
Another girl, another ritual, another chance to wield his Guiding Light.
Across the room, Eva and Olivia gathered their books, their curvy figures drawing glances as their uniforms clung to every curve—Eva's skirt riding high on her plump thighs, Olivia's tight blouse straining over her busty chest.
They exchanged a quick, knowing look, their green and hazel eyes flickering with shared secrets.
Eva's blue bow bobbed as she slung her bag over her shoulder, her hips swaying with purpose.
Olivia's wavy bob shimmered as she adjusted her charcoal pants, the fabric hugging her hips like a second skin.
They were a team now, bound by Lor's rituals and their ambition to lift Class D.
Miss Silvia clapped her hands, her auburn hair slipping from its bun, her glasses fogging as she fanned herself with a test paper.
Her white jacket clung to her voluptuous figure, a faint scorch mark from a stray spell darkening the hem.
"Wonderful effort today, everyone!" she said, her voice bright but strained. "Eva, Olivia, exceptional precision. The rest of you… keep practicing!"
Her eyes lingered on Nellie, who sat hunched in the corner, her twin braids drooping, her baggy blouse swallowing her petite frame.
As the bell rang, the class erupted into chatter, skirts swishing and stockings flashing as the girls filed out.
Nellie lingered, her skinny thighs trembling as she clutched her bag, her glasses slipping down her nose.
She didn't look at Lor, but her hesitation screamed louder than words.
Eva and Olivia paused near the door, their eyes flicking between Lor and Nellie, a silent question hanging between them.
Eva stepped forward, her green eyes narrowing, her bow tilting.
"Lor," she said, her voice low, "we need to talk. Outside. Now."
Her tone was firm, her curvy figure tense as she jerked her head toward the hallway.
Olivia nodded, her hazel eyes cautious but resolute, her tight pants swishing as she followed.
Lor grabbed his bag, his grin unwavering, and gave Nellie a subtle nod.
"After class, Nellie," he murmured, low enough for only her to hear.
Her cheeks flushed, her glasses slipping further, but she nodded back, her twin braids bobbing like nervous antennae.
In the hallway, the late afternoon sun filtered through high windows, casting golden streaks across the stone floor.
Eva and Olivia stood shoulder to shoulder, their busty figures a striking contrast—Eva's knit top and short skirt screaming confidence, Olivia's tunic and tight pants radiating quiet determination.
Lor leaned against the wall, his hazel eyes glinting, his casual posture masking the thrill of their attention.
"What's with Nellie?" Eva demanded, her arms crossed, her blouse straining as her chest pushed forward. "She's sniffing around you now. Did you already rope her into your Guiding Light crap?"
Lor raised an eyebrow, his grin sly.
"She asked for help. I'm not turning her away. You two know how it works—someone's gotta want the Light for it to shine."
Olivia's wavy bob swayed as she stepped closer, her hazel eyes searching his.
"We're not saying don't help her," she said, her voice softer but firm. "But we need to be careful. Viora and Myra already cornered you—they're suspicious. If Nellie starts acting weird, like she's under some spell, they'll notice. And if they dig deeper…" She trailed off, her hands twisting nervously, her blouse shifting to reveal a glimpse of cleavage.
Eva nodded, her green eyes blazing.
"She's right. You're playing with fire, Lor. Nellie's a nervous wreck—she'll crack under pressure and spill everything. We can't let the class know about the Light yet. Not until we're sure they'll believe it, not mock it."
Lor's grin widened, his mind racing.
Nellie was a wildcard—timid, clumsy, but desperate.
Her frail frame and shaky spells made her an easy target for his ruse, but Eva and Olivia's caution was valid.
If Viora and Myra caught wind of another ritual, their threats could escalate.
Still, the thought of Nellie's trembling thighs under his "guidance" sent a thrill through him.
"Relax," he said, his voice smooth, his hazel eyes locking onto Eva's. "Nellie's not gonna talk. She's too scared to even look at me straight. I'll keep her quiet, same as you two. But if you're worried, why don't you help me? Vet the girls, pick who's ready for the Light. You're the ones they'll listen to, not me."
Eva's lips twitched, her bow steadying as she considered his words. "You want us to play gatekeepers for your pervy rituals?" she asked, her tone half-mocking, half-intrigued.
"Not pervy," Lor said, his grin sharpening. "Sacred. The Light demands what it demands. You both felt it—your spells are sharper, your mana's tighter. Nellie could use that, and so could others. But I trust you to choose who's worthy."
Olivia bit her lip, her hazel eyes flickering with doubt but warming to the idea.
"If we control who knows, we can keep it secret longer. Build trust slowly. Maybe start with someone like Ameth—she's quiet but ambitious. Not like Kiara, who'd probably set you on fire if she thought you were scamming."
Eva snorted, her green eyes glinting.
"Kiara'd burn the whole classroom down just to prove a point. Fine, Lor. We'll help you pick. But Nellie's on you—don't screw this up, or Viora and Myra will have your head." Her skirt swished as she turned, her hips swaying with purpose as she headed toward the courtyard, Olivia trailing behind, her tight pants accentuating every step.
Lor watched them go, his grin fading into a calculating smirk.
Eva and Olivia were his allies now, their ambition and curves a perfect complement to his scheme.
Nellie was next, and her nervous energy promised a different kind of thrill—less fiery than Eva, less bold than Olivia, but ripe with potential.
He headed back to the classroom, where Nellie still lingered, her bag clutched to her chest, her twin braids framing a face flushed with anxiety.
"Ready, Nellie?" Lor asked, his voice low.