Academy's Pervert in the D Class

The night didn't rest, though.

In another corner of the city, shadows folded like wings as Kiara slipped through them, the orb clutched tight against her chest, its faint glow pulsing in time with her racing heart.

Her boots were silent on the cobblestones, her breath uneven, her eyes wet but burning with a fierce, unyielding purpose.

She moved like a storm, swift and unstoppable, her grief sharpening into something colder, harder.

She reached Silvia's home, a modest house tucked away in a quiet alley, its windows dark except for the faint flicker of candlelight.

With one sharp thrust of her hand, the door creaked open, the hinges groaning in protest.

The cozy interior smelled of tea and parchment, shelves lined with books casting long shadows in the dim glow of scattered candles.

Silvia rose from her seat, startled, a book slipping from her hands to the floor with a soft thud.

Her auburn hair was loose, framing her face in soft waves, her glasses perched precariously on her nose.

"Kiara? What—" Her words cut off as Kiara surged forward, a storm of motion and fury, pinning her hard against the wall.

The shelves rattled, books tumbling to the floor in a cascade of pages and dust.

"What were you doing at Lor's house?" Kiara spat, her voice rough, breaking at the edges with raw emotion.

Her icy-blue eyes blazed, wet with tears that streaked hot down her cheeks, her hands trembling where they gripped Silvia's arms, pinning her in place.

"What did you say to him? About me?"

Silvia's breath hitched, her glasses skewing as her back hit the wall, her hazel eyes wide with shock.

"What are you talking about?" Her voice was shaky, caught off guard, but there was a flicker of guilt in her gaze that she couldn't hide.

"Don't lie to me!" Kiara's voice cracked, a sob breaking through her fury.

Her grip tightened, fingers digging into Silvia's arms, her strength unyielding despite the tremble in her hands.

"I know you were there. I know!" Her eyes darted, feral and desperate, tears spilling freely now. "I saw your bra under his bed!"

Silvia froze, her face paling, shock flashing across her features like a lightning strike.

Her lips parted, but no words came, her breath catching in her throat as the accusation landed.

Kiara's grip tightened further, her teeth bared, her voice a raw, trembling snarl.

"So you must have been there. You must have said something to him! And now—" Her voice broke into a sob, her forehead pressing closer to Silvia's, trembling with the weight of her grief.

"And now he's pushing me away…"

Her hand rose toward Silvia's throat, fingers curling, trembling with the urge to choke the truth from her, to force the answers she needed.

But before her hand could close, Silvia's body shuddered, a faint tremor that grew into something more.

A pink glow burst from her skin, subtle at first, like fireflies catching flame, then flaring bright, a radiant aura that filled the room with shimmering light, casting long shadows across the walls.

"Wait! What? You are—!" Kiara was shocked.

Silvia's hazel eyes locked onto Kiara's, fierce and unyielding, the teacher's mask falling away to reveal the witch beneath.

"I am your aunt," she said, her voice steady despite the storm raging around them, the words carrying the weight of a truth long buried.

Kiara's hand froze mid-air, her eyes widening, the orb still clutched tightly against her chest.

The pink glow reflected in her icy-blue gaze, mingling with her tears, as the confession hit her like a physical blow.

Her lips parted, but no sound came, her breath stuttering as the world tilted beneath her.

Silvia's expression softened, her hands rising to gently cup Kiara's face, her thumbs brushing away the tears that fell.

"I'm your mother's sister," she whispered, her voice thick with emotion, her eyes glistening with unshed tears.

Kiara's breath hitched, her body trembling as she stared at Silvia.

The room was silent except for the soft crackle of candles, the air heavy with the weight of blood, secrets, and the unbreakable bond that tied them together.

"Aunt?..."

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Lor woke with a head heavy as if stuffed with wet wool, the remnants of a restless night clinging to his thoughts like damp fog.

The room was too quiet, the silence pressing against his ears, broken only by the faint creak of the house settling.

He pushed himself upright, the sheets tangled around his legs, his body sluggish from sleep and the weight of everything that had happened.

His hazel eyes, bleary and unfocused, scanned the room, landing on a soft glimpse of lace half-hidden in the shadow beneath his bed.

He bent down, fingers brushing the floorboards as he retrieved it—Miss Silvia's bra.

The white fabric was stretched in places, the delicate lace carrying the faint, powdery scent of her perfume, warm and intoxicating, a ghost of her presence.

He turned it over in his hands, his fingers tracing the cups, and in his mind, he saw her—her heavy, perfect breasts filling them, bouncing as he drove into her, her muffled gasps echoing in the quiet room while his mother moved obliviously downstairs.

His cock stirred instantly, twitching against his trousers, a rush of heat flooding his body as the memory crashed over him.

He pressed the bra to his face, inhaling deeply, the scent flooding his senses—warm, floral, laced with the raw musk of their coupling.

The rush was immediate, thick and heady, his body remembering every detail: the soft crush of her tits against his chest, the tight, molten heat of her pussy clenching around him, the way her voice broke as she tried to stay quiet.

He groaned low in his throat, his hand tightening on the bra, his other hand slipping down, fumbling with his waistband, the urge to wrap the lace around himself and surrender to the memory almost overwhelming.

Just once, he thought, his breath hitching.

Just wrap it around.

But then another thought hit like a bucket of cold water, dousing the fire in his veins.

Kiara.