Academy's Pervert in the D Class

They both froze, the air seizing in their lungs.

The creak of wood on the stairs echoed faintly, Mira's familiar voice humming a soft tune to herself as she climbed, oblivious to the scene unfolding above.

Silvia's eyes went wide with terror, her face draining of color despite the flush still staining her cheeks.

She shoved at Lor's chest, her voice a frantic whisper.

"Lor! Stop! Gods, your mother—"

Lor cursed under his breath, pulling out quickly, his cock slick with spit and her arousal, the sudden absence leaving them both shuddering.

Silvia scrambled off the bed in a panic, snatching her clothes from the floor, fumbling with buttons and hooks in a desperate frenzy.

Her auburn hair was a wild mess, her glasses crooked as she yanked her jacket back on, the fabric catching on her trembling fingers.

She shoved her skirt down over her thighs, still quivering from their interrupted intimacy, her breath hitching as she tried to compose herself.

Lor moved in a blur, straightening his desk, sweeping the silver coin and scattered notes into a haphazard pile.

He forced his cock back into his trousers with a grimace, the ache almost unbearable, and dragged his chair back into place just as the doorknob rattled.

The door swung open.

Mira stood there, a warm smile on her face, a tray of steaming tea in her hands, the scent of chamomile wafting into the room.

"Dinner's ready," she said brightly, her eyes flicking between Lor and Silvia with no hint of suspicion. "How's the preparation going?"

Lor looked up from his desk, quill pen in hand, forcing a tired but diligent expression as he leaned casually over a half blank notebook.

"Good, Mom. Miss Silvia's been helping a lot." His voice was steady, but his heart pounded, the adrenaline still surging from their close call.

Silvia stood beside him, stiff as a board, her cheeks still faintly pink, her glasses hiding her eyes as she avoided Mira's gaze.

Her hands clutched the edge of the desk, her knuckles white, her posture rigid as if she could will herself into invisibility.

The window behind them was wide open, the cool evening breeze flowing in, carrying away the lingering scent of sweat and sex.

Mira's smile brightened, completely oblivious to the tension in the room.

"That's wonderful. Keep working hard, Lor. And Miss Silvia—thank you for taking care of him."

Silvia bowed quickly, her voice barely steady, cracking slightly as she forced the words out.

"O-of course, Mrs. Vayne. It's my duty as his teacher." Her hands trembled as she adjusted her jacket, the buttons misaligned, but Mira didn't seem to notice.

Mira paused at the door, her hand on the knob, then turned back with a warm smile.

"Oh, before I forget—dinner's ready downstairs. Come down soon, both of you. It's tastes better when it hot, so don't dawdle!" Her tone was light, motherly, and utterly unaware of the charged atmosphere she'd interrupted.

"Yes, Mom," Lor replied smoothly, his expression unchanged, though his grip on the quill tightened slightly. Silvia managed a weak nod, her face burning as she mumbled, "Thank you, Mrs. Vayne."

Mira left with the same warmth, closing the door behind her with a soft click.

Only then did Silvia collapse against the desk, covering her face with both hands, her body shaking with mortification.

"Gods," Silvia whispered, one hand pressed to her flushed face, her voice trembling with a mix of relief and lingering panic. "That was too close…"

Lor chuckled nervously, running a hand through his messy hair, the adrenaline still buzzing in his veins.

"Yeah. We should… we should probably go downstairs. Eat. Act normal." He pushed back his chair, the legs scraping softly against the floor as he made to stand.

But before he could, Silvia's hand shot out, catching his wrist.

Her grip was trembling, sweaty, but surprisingly tight, her fingers digging into his skin with a desperation that made his breath catch.

He blinked, his hazel eyes meeting hers. "Miss Silvia—?"

Her hazel eyes were wide behind her crooked glasses, but there was a heat in them, a feverish gleam that hadn't been there before Mira's interruption.

Her breath came quick, ragged, her chest rising and falling beneath her misbuttoned jacket.

"You left a hole…" she whispered, her voice hoarse, thick with embarrassment and something darker, hungrier. "…hungry for you."

Lor's cock twitched instantly at her words, hardening again despite the ache from their earlier rounds.

His mind reeled—she was his teacher, unraveling before him, begging for something she'd never dared voice before tonight.

Before he could tease her, she kissed him—desperate, clumsy, pressing her lips against his with a ferocity that caught him off guard.

Her auburn hair fell into his face, tickling his skin, her tongue pushing into his mouth, needy and unpracticed, as her hands fumbled at his trousers, tugging at the zipper with shaking fingers.

"Miss Silvia—" he managed between kisses, his voice muffled against her lips, but she was already pulling him free, her small hand wrapping around his stiff length, stroking him with a mix of hesitation and raw want.

Her face burned crimson, shame and lust tangled in her expression as she rubbed the head of his cock against her ass through her skirt, the fabric bunching awkwardly.

"I can't stop thinking about it," she whispered frantically, her voice trembling with need. "Stretch me again. Please…"

Lor's eyes widened, his hands instinctively gripping her hips as she turned, fumbling her skirt up over her curves, pushing her panties aside with a shaky hand.

She lowered herself onto his lap, her thick thighs bracketing him, her breath hitching as she angled herself against him.

"You're serious—" he started, but the words melted into a groan as she pressed the head of his cock against her asshole, slick from their earlier play and her spit.

The tight ring resisted at first, but she pushed back, clumsy and determined, her breath hitching sharply as she began to take him.

Her nails dug into his shoulders, her face contorting with a mix of pain and pleasure.