Eva leaned against Lor's desk in the dim classroom, her tight uniform hugging her curves, her green eyes sharp with curiosity.
"Hi, Eva," Lor greeted, his voice smooth, his grin widening as he leaned against a nearby desk, his hazel eyes lingering on her curves.
Eva crossed her arms, her blouse tightening over her chest, her bow bobbing slightly. "Where were you, Lor? You skipped sword sparring entirely. Everyone noticed that the weakest was missing, you have no idea how popular you are as a sparring partner."
Lor shrugged, his tone casual but his mind sharp. "Got tied up. Had to meet with Olivia, then Miss Silvia."
"Olivia?" Eva's green eyes narrowed, her lips twitching with amusement. "What's she got to do with anything?"
Lor's grin turned sly, his hazel eyes glinting. "She spotted us—you know, doing the ritual. Asked me what it was all about."
Eva let out a sharp chuckle, her curvy figure shaking slightly, her bow bouncing. "Oh, I bet she freaked out and slapped you when you told her about the 'Guiding Light.' Olivia's not exactly the type to buy into your weird tricks."
"Not really," Lor said, his voice low, his grin widening. "She actually performed it. Twerked for five minutes."
Eva's jaw dropped, her green eyes widening before another chuckle burst out, louder this time.
"Twerking? Olivia? I can only imagine her shaking her butt like that—it's hilarious!" Her laughter filled the room, her tight uniform shifting to reveal a glimpse of cleavage as she leaned forward, her amusement infectious.
Lor's grin held, but his thoughts raced elsewhere.
Hilarious? Hardly.
Olivia's twerking had been hot—her tight pants clinging to her round ass, every jiggle a vision he'd burned into his memory.
Next time, he'd push for no pants, damn the consequences.
He kept that to himself, his hazel eyes flicking over Eva's curves instead, savoring her own appeal.
"Yeah, it was something," he said, his tone neutral.
Eva's laughter faded, her green eyes sharpening with curiosity. "So, what'd she use the Light for?"
"Spell-casting," Lor said, leaning closer, his voice dropping conspiratorially. "She wanted to improve her precision for the inter-class tournament coming up."
Eva's bow tilted as she nodded, her expression turning thoughtful.
"The spell-casting tournament... My casting's decent, and now that my math's getting better—thanks to you—I've got a shot at standing out. Maybe even moving to Class C." She paused, her green eyes locking onto his, a hint of eagerness breaking through her confidence.
"I could use some guidance for spell-casting, too. Just in case."
Lor's heart skipped, his grin spreading.
Eva, his first catch was still hooked, her curvy figure and fiery ambition making her all the more enticing.
He'd grown fond of her over the past two days—her trust, her hotness, the way her uniform hugged her, tight.
But he didn't mention the truth Silvia was about to reveal: that no one could advance to Class C alone, only the whole class together.
If Eva knew, she might ditch the rituals, and Lor wasn't about to lose her—or the chance to savor more of her.
"I'm always open for guidance," he said, his voice warm, his hazel eyes glinting. "Name the time."
Eva's lips curved into a small smile, her green eyes sparkling.
"How about now?"
"But first, I want to see what I'm working with." Lor said, as he folded his hands.
"Uh... Okay" She stepped back, her tight skirt swishing, and raised her hand.
With a soft incantation, a small wooden block materialized in her palm, its surface smooth and polished, glowing faintly with mana.
Lor raised an eyebrow, his grin widening. "So, your bloodline magic is wood?"
Eva nodded, her bow bouncing as she puffed out her chest, her blouse straining slightly.
"Yup. Wood magic runs in the family. It's why we've got a thriving furniture business back home—best enchanted tables in the region, if I do say so myself." Her tone was proud, almost boastful, her green eyes gleaming with confidence.
Lor chuckled, his hazel eyes flicking over her curvy figure.
"Impressive. Alright, let's do this." He sat on a desk in front of her, pulling out his coin, his fingers twitching with the subtle magic he disguised as the 'Guiding Light.'
The coin rose, hovering steadily, its gleam catching the dim light. He leaned forward, his voice low and theatrical. "The Guiding Light will guide us."
Eva nodded, her green eyes focused, her curvy figure still as she prepared for the ritual.
But Lor's grin widened inside, a thrill running through him.
This time, he felt it—more than one set of eyes watching from the shadows of the classroom.
Class D was starting to notice, and that meant his game was about to get a lot more interesting.