NOVEL NEXT Chapter 250: finished
"…complicated," Vela finished, her glare sharpening as it landed on Lor, a silent threat in her green eyes.
Lor raised both hands, his grin easy but calculated. "Relax. I'm not about to go bragging. Who would believe me anyway? Everyone thinks I'm just some loser at the bottom of the class."
His tone was light, but his eyes held theirs, steady and unyielding, a reminder of the power he wielded in their shared secret.
Maris's lips twitched into a half-smile, her hazel eyes softening. "Then why skip class today? What are you even doing here instead of the academy?"
Lor stretched, his lean frame catching the light, his nakedness unapologetic as he grinned.
"Guess I wanted something better than spell theory." His gaze slid slowly down their bare bodies, lingering on their flushed breasts, their slick thighs, the trails of sweat and cum that glistened on their skin. "And I'd say I found it."
Vela tossed a pillow at his chest, her smirk reluctant but genuine. "Cheeky bastard."
He caught it, laughing, the sound warm and unforced. "Tell me I'm wrong."
Neither could.
The weight of what they'd done lingered, heavy but delicious, a secret that bound them in the quiet aftermath.
Maris rested her head against Vela's shoulder, their fingers absently twining together, their bare skin brushing in a soft, intimate dance.
Lor traced lazy patterns along their calves, their hips, their curves, his touch light but possessive, unable to stop savoring them.
Eventually, reality crept back in, the sun shifting higher in the window, casting long shadows across the room.
"We should rest a little before getting up," Maris murmured, her voice soft, her legs still trembling faintly. "I don't think I can walk yet."
"Mine too," Vela admitted, her grin rueful as she stretched, her muscles flexing. "Haven't been fucked like that in… years."
Lor chuckled, a quiet pride warming his chest, though he kept his tone light. "Glad I could help stretch you both out."
They rolled their eyes, but neither pushed him away.
If anything, they leaned closer, their bare bodies brushing against his, their heat shared in the quiet intimacy of the moment.
Finally, the afternoon light grew too insistent, and Lor sighed, rolling off the bed to hunt for his clothes.
He dressed slowly, buttoning his white academy shirt, sliding his trousers up over his hips, and slipping his boots back on.
The women stayed behind, languid and satisfied, their naked bodies sprawled across the sheets, their limbs tangled together, their skin still glistening with sweat and cum in the soft light.
But before he left, Lor bent near the bed, his fingers darting quick as a thief.
In one swift motion, he plucked the soft panties from the floor—Vela's still damp with her arousal, Maris's warm from her skin.
They didn't notice, half-dozing in their afterglow, whispering quietly to each other, their voices soft and intimate.
Lor tucked the panties into his pocket, a satisfied smirk curling his lips.
Another pair of trophies for his secret collection, each one a testament to his triumph, a thread in the web he wove.
He glanced back one last time, memorizing the sight—their bare bodies tangled on the bed, sweat and cum glistening on their skin, their breaths soft and even.
A perfect picture to burn into his memory, to join the others in his attic box.
He slipped out of the house, closing the door quietly behind him, the stolen panties a warm weight in his pocket as he stepped onto the sunlit streets.
The town was alive with the hum of daily life—vendors calling, children laughing, the clatter of carts—but Lor walked with a quiet confidence, the thrill of his conquest pulsing through him.
.
.
The door clicked shut behind Lor, his boots fading into the hum of the sunlit streets, leaving a heavy silence to settle over the bedroom.
Maris lay sprawled on her back, her soft curves glistening with cooling sweat, her thighs trembling faintly as her chest rose and fell with uneven breaths.
Vela rolled onto her side, propping her head on one arm, her green hair damp and clinging to her flushed cheek, her green eyes narrowed in a lazy, appraising smirk.
"That brat," she muttered, her voice low and husky, though her lips curled into a sly, almost affectionate smirk. "Fucked us both stupid and strutted out with that cocky grin."
Maris giggled weakly, her hand rising to cover her face, though her voice came out husky, unsteady, laced with lingering need.
"Gods, Vela… I can still feel him inside me." Her thighs pressed together instinctively, her blush spreading down her chest, staining her pale skin a vivid pink as she squirmed against the sheets.
Vela's smirk widened, cruel but playful, her eyes glinting with mischief.
"Look at you. Soaked, dripping all over the sheets. You loved it." She leaned closer, her toned body brushing against Maris's softer curves, the contact sending a shiver through them both.
Maris peeked through her fingers, her hazel eyes wide and glistening, caught between embarrassment and desire.
"And you didn't?" Her gaze dropped to Vela's thighs, sticky with a glistening mess of cum and her own juices. "You came harder than I've ever seen."
Vela laughed low, the sound rich and husky, vibrating through the air.
"Yeah… he wrung me out." She shifted closer, their bare legs tangling, her voice dipping to a filthy whisper as her fingers brushed Maris's hip.
"But look at us now. Both leaking, both ruined. Who's gonna clean it up?"
Maris's breath hitched, her lips parting as the implication sank in, a fresh wave of heat flooding her core.
"Vela…" she whispered, her voice trembling, caught between hesitation and want.
Vela leaned in, kissing her hard—wet, messy, their tongues tangling with no hesitation, the faint taste of Lor still lingering on their mouths, musk and heat woven into the kiss.
Maris moaned softly, her hands sliding up Vela's arms, fingers digging into her toned muscle as she surrendered to the intensity.