Academy's Pervert in the D Class

Chapter 324: The weeknd Afternoon 3

The orgasm crashed through her like a tidal wave.Kuri’s body seized almost instantly. A sharp gasp escaped her lips, turning into a throaty whimper.

Her pussy pulsed in strong, rhythmic waves, each contraction sending white-hot pleasure exploding from her core.

Clear fluid gushed around his fingers in hot, messy squirts, soaking his lap and dripping down her trembling thighs.

Her curvy ass, marked red from his hand, shook violently.

The swing rocked wildly as her whole body convulsed, toes curling, breasts heaving with every ragged moan.

It felt endless—blinding spasms wringing every drop of her pent-up release, her clit throbbing wildly under his unrelenting touch.

When it finally began to fade, Kuri went limp across his thighs, breathing shallow and eyes glazed.

A moment later, her head dropped, slipping into unconsciousness, completely spent.

Lor kept his hand pressed to her soaked, twitching folds, savoring the aftershocks.

He finally withdrew his fingers, wiping them lazily across her sweat-slick back, and gazed down at her.

Her short black hair plastered to her flushed face with sweat, full breasts rising and falling with each shallow breath, bare ass still marked red from his firm hand, black thong pulled lewdly aside, and her pussy glistening obscenely, swollen and puffy from the prolonged denial and shattering final release.

Her thighs were shiny with her own cum, the scent of her arousal thick in the air.

Lor sighed deeply, a mix of satisfaction and lingering concern settling in his chest.

He needed to find who sent her... but he wasn’t sadistic enough to rough up a woman this fucking hot.

"Looks like you have taken care of her. Your way."

Lor’s head turned toward the sound. He had not felt any presence approaching. That alone was impressive.

The magical thread he had sensed earlier had vanished the moment the fight ended, and the forest had gone silent of any other signatures.

Yet the voice was unmistakable.

Ameth stepped out from behind a thick cluster of ferns and low branches.

She wore her usual simple tunic and pants, the normal clothes she appears wearing by her market stall.

The fabric clung to her body in places where sweat had soaked through.

The afternoon heat and the walk through the forest had left a light sheen on her skin.

Her sleek blonde hair was tied back in a practical knot, a few strands stuck to her temples.

The scent of fresh vegetables and earth still clung to her.

Her icy blue eyes moved from Lor’s face down to the unconscious girl draped across his lap, taking in the pulled-down pants, the exposed ass, and the wooden restraints with a single calm glance.

She looked hot in the literal sense.

Flushed from the heat, breathing a little harder than usual, but her expression remained as flat and assessing as always.

Lor did not bother covering Kuri. There was no point. Ameth had already seen everything.

"The princess sent her," Ameth said, nodding toward Kuri’s still form.

Lor’s eyebrows rose slightly. "The princess? Why? Are you sure it’s her? I have never even seen her. What does she want from me?"

Ameth walked closer, stopping a few paces away. She crossed her arms under her full breasts, the motion making the fabric of her tunic stretch.

"No one knows the reason except the princess herself. Orders came down. Observe. Then extract if the opportunity presented itself. Kuri was assigned two days ago."

Lor studied her face. "How do you know Kuri works for the princess?"

Ameth was silent for a short moment. Her sharp features remained neutral, but something flickered behind her icy eyes.

"Because I work for her too. For money. Before Kuri was given the job, I was the one told to bring you to the princess."

The swing creaked softly under Lor’s weight. He kept his hand on Kuri’s ass, absently stroking the warm skin with his thumb while he processed the information.

"Then why didn’t you take me?"

Ameth’s silence stretched longer this time. She looked away toward the fallen oak, then back at him. When she spoke, her voice was quieter than usual.

"I would do almost anything for money. That is how I live. But I cannot be an ungrateful soul. You helped me with the stall. You gave real guidance when I needed it. You did not demand more than I was willing to give. Turning around and delivering you like a package felt... wrong."

Lor watched her carefully. The admission cost her something. Ameth was not the type to speak about personal feelings.

The fact that she had said it at all carried weight.

"Thank you," he said simply. "I appreciate that."

Ameth gave a short nod, as if the conversation had already gone further than she preferred.

Her eyes returned to Kuri’s unconscious body.

"I was right about one thing. You are stronger than you show everyone else. Kuri is not weak. She is on the same level as most Class A students. Not as strong as me, but still dangerous. You put her down in a one to one combat and... handled her like this." She gestured vaguely at the scene across his lap. "Impressive."

Lor laughed under his breath, the sound light. "I’m flattered by the praise."

Ameth’s expression did not change, but the corner of her mouth twitched once. "What is your plan now Lor?"

Lor looked down at Kuri’s slack face, then back up at Ameth. The afternoon light caught the sweat on Ameth’s collarbone and the way her tunic stuck to the full curve of her breasts.

He smiled.

"Take me to the princess," he said. "And collect your reward."

Ameth’s icy blue eyes widened a fraction.

For the first time since she had stepped out of the bushes, genuine surprise crossed her features.

Lor’s smile widened just a little.

I want to see who the Princess is and what she wants from me.

The forest waited around them, quiet and watchful.

The day was far from over.