NOVEL NEXT Chapter 223: knees
The room was thick with silence, the air heavy with the raw scent of sex and sweat, clinging to the walls like a lingering fog.
Silvia sat on her knees in the middle of the floor, naked and trembling, her thighs slick with the slow leak of cum from her stretched ass, trailing down her inner thighs to pool on the worn wooden boards beneath her.
Her auburn hair was matted to her flushed skin, strands plastered across her forehead and cheeks, her heavy breasts hanging exposed, nipples stiff and glistening with sweat.
Her hazel eyes, unfocused and dazed, flickered with a mix of shame, exhaustion, and something deeper—fear, perhaps—as they darted to where her glasses lay forgotten, scattered in the chaos of their earlier frenzy.
She looked up at Lor, who sat casually back in his chair, his cock half-hard, glistening with the remnants of their coupling.
The glowing crystal ball rolled lazily in his hand, its pink light casting eerie shadows across his face, highlighting the sharp edge of his smirk.
Her lips parted, her voice hoarse and trembling. "…Who even are you?"
Lor leaned back, one elbow resting on the armrest, his posture relaxed but his eyes sharp, predatory.
"Me? Just a normal guy." His smirk widened, a glint of amusement in his hazel eyes as he twirled the orb between his fingers.
Her brows knitted faintly, her voice barely above a whisper. "…You're not normal."
He chuckled, the sound low and teasing, as he spun the crystal again, its glow pulsing softly.
"I'm a normal guy who's not a normal guy." His tone was casual, almost flippant, but there was a weight to his words, a hidden edge that made her breath catch.
Silvia swallowed, her throat tight, her body trembling with the aftershocks of arousal and the weight of her exposed vulnerability.
"What does that even mean?" Her voice cracked, her hands clenching into fists on her knees, nails digging into her palms.
Lor shrugged lazily, as if the question were unimportant, his eyes never leaving hers.
"It means you don't need to know. Just know that I know more than I look like." His smirk darkened, a flicker of something dangerous in his gaze.
"After all, I'm just the loser in Class D, right? The one everyone laughs at. The one no one expects anything from."
Her hazel eyes flickered, searching his face, still flushed with shame and disbelief.
"…So the whole Guiding Light thing… it's fake?" Her voice was soft, laced with a bitter realization that made her shoulders slump.
Lor laughed outright, throwing his head back, the sound sharp and mocking, echoing off the walls.
"Of course it's fake. Didn't you know?" His eyes glinted with cruel amusement as he leaned forward, the crystal ball glowing brighter in his hand.
Silvia's face twisted, a bitter mix of humiliation and self-disgust contorting her features.
Her body shook, her hands curling tighter into fists as she squeezed her eyes shut, shaking her head.
"…I thought it was true." Her voice cracked, raw and vulnerable. "I thought… I thought the rituals were real. That coin, the glow—you oozed so much lust, I couldn't resist. As a witch, it drew me in. It fed me. It gave me more power than I'd had in years."
She pressed her hands to her face, her voice trembling with shame.
"And I got greedy. Gods, I cursed myself for it. I knew I shouldn't, but every time you performed that ritual, it called to me like fire. I wanted it. I wanted you." Her eyes opened, glistening with unshed tears, her gaze fixed on the floor as if she couldn't bear to meet his eyes.
Lor chuckled, spinning the crystal lazily in his palm, watching the pink glyphs flicker and pulse with stolen energy.
"I never expected you, of all people, Miss Silvia, to be a witch." His voice was low, darkly amused, as he leaned forward, his eyes narrowing.
"The clumsy teacher. The one who trips on her own heels outside class. Secretly, the pink spirit sucking me dry. A witch hiding in plain sight."
Her hazel eyes burned with shame as she bowed her head, her naked body trembling under the weight of his words.
Her breath came in short, uneven gasps, her breasts rising and falling with the effort.
"So tell me," Lor said, his voice sharpening as he leaned closer, the crystal glowing brighter in his hand. "Who even are you? And what the fuck are you doing teaching Class D?"
Silvia was silent, her lips pressed tight, her jaw trembling as if the words were too heavy to speak.
Her hands clenched on her knees, her body rigid with tension, her eyes fixed on the floor.
Lor's eyes narrowed, his smirk fading into something colder.
"Hiding something?" His voice was soft, but there was a dangerous edge to it, a warning that made her breath hitch.
Her chest rose and fell, her breasts trembling with the force of her uneven breaths.
Finally, after a long, agonizing silence, she whispered, her voice barely audible, "I chose Class D because no one would guess. No one would ever suspect me there. No noble eyes watching, no ambitious prodigies sniffing out secrets. I kept my head down, stayed low, and no one looked twice at me."
Lor smirked, rolling the crystal in his palm, its light casting flickering shadows across her naked form. "So you were hiding."
She nodded once, weakly, her eyes still fixed on the floor, her body trembling with the weight of her confession.
He leaned closer, his voice dropping to a low, dangerous murmur. "If you had to hide, you wouldn't have come to the academy at all. You could've vanished. But you stayed."
His smirk darkened, his eyes boring into hers. "So who are you really?"
Her silence stretched again, her hazel eyes flickering with fear, her lips trembling as if the words would burn her if spoken.
Her hands clenched tighter, her knuckles white, her body shaking with the effort of holding back.
Lor's hand stilled, the crystal orb pulsing brighter, casting the room in a violent pinkish white light that made her flinch.
He tilted it toward her, his smirk cruel and unyielding. "If you lie…"