Nellie looked up, her cheeks glowing pink in the dark, her hands twisting together nervously. "I wanted to... to et you."
Lor paused, surprised—but only for a second, his mind already spinning with possibilities.
He raised a finger to his lips, silencing her, then made a small motion with his hand.
"Wait by the door. I’ll co get you."
The window closed with a soft click, the sound barely disturbing the night’s hush.
Monts later, the door of the Vayne house creaked open just enough to reveal Lor’s face, his tousled black hair falling into his hazel eyes as he scanned the street quickly before landing on her.
Nellie stood there, fidgeting, arms clutched around herself, her gray eyes cast down, her wide hips shifting nervously, the tight fabric of her pants accentuating every curve.
He gestured her inside, his voice a whisper. "Shh."
They tiptoed through the quiet house like conspirators in a forbidden ga, every step on the wooden stairs creaking just slightly under their weight, the sound swallowed by the stillness.
Lor’s heart beat faster—not from fear, but from the thrill of another piece falling into his web.
When they reached his room, he shut the door softly behind them, the thud barely audible, sealing them in the dimly lit space.
The golden light from the lantern cast shadows across the dark-stained bed, the air still faintly musky from his earlier encounter with Kiara, though the open window had cleared most of it.
Nellie stood awkwardly near the bed, wringing her hands in her sleeves, her petite fra dwarfed by the room’s intimacy, her thick thighs pressing together as she shifted, her lilac bra peeking faintly through the thin fabric of her top.
"What happened?" Lor asked, his voice low and gentle, stepping closer but keeping his distance, his hazel eyes softening to draw her in. "You ca all this way."
Nellie hesitated, her freckled cheeks flushing deeper, then looked up at him, her gray-green eyes shimring with vulnerability.
"I wanted to ask... how you are. And... the thing with Kiara."
Lor gave a soft sigh, his shoulders slumping just enough to sell the act.
"Yeah. It’s been rough with her. Everyone’s kind of avoiding in class now." A lie, smooth and harmless, designed to tug at her guilt, to pull her closer.
Nellie’s face crumpled, her wide hips shifting as she hugged herself tighter, her small breasts rising with a quick breath.
"I’m... I’m sorry. It might’ve been because I told Kiara about the Guiding Light thing. Back then. I didn’t think—I an, I didn’t an to—"
"Hey," Lor interrupted gently, flashing a warm, reassuring smile as if her confession didn’t sting, his hazel eyes crinkling at the edges. "It’s no problem. Really."
There was a pause, the room’s silence thick with her guilt and his calculated patience.
"Is that why you ca?" he asked, tilting his head, his tousled hair falling slightly into his eyes, giving him a boyish charm.
Nellie flushed deeper, hesitating, her fingers twisting in her sleeves.
Then, from the folds of her jacket, she pulled out a small rectangular packet—wrapped in dark, rich foil, the kind only the upper houses could afford, gleaming faintly in the lantern light.
She held it out with both hands, like an offering, her thick thighs trembling slightly as she stepped forward.
Lor took it, brows raised, his fingers brushing hers, sending a spark through her. "Chocolate?"
"It’s not... I an, don’t take this the wrong way," Nellie said quickly, her voice stumbling, her freckled cheeks burning as her wide hips shifted nervously.
"It’s not a bribe or anything. I just—I wanted to say thank you. For helping . With spell precision. My parents were proud. Really proud. And it’s because of you."
Lor looked down at the packet, the foil cool against his fingers, then up at her again, his smile softening, genuine—or so it seed.
"Thanks," he said quietly, his voice warm, drawing her in further. "That’s sweet of you."
A mont passed, the air heavy with unspoken words, her thighs shifting slightly as she fidgeted, the fabric clinging to her plush hips.
Then, softly— "Lor?"
He looked up again, his hazel eyes eting her gray ones, catching the vulnerability in her gaze. "Yeah?"
Nellie shifted, her voice low, trembling with nerves. "I... might be wrong to ask. And please don’t think bad of . But I need your help again."
Lor stepped closer, just enough to make her breath hitch, the chocolate still in his hand, his presence warm and inviting. "I’m glad to help."
Her breath shook with relief, her small breasts rising under her tight top, her thick thighs pressing together as her tension eased.
"It’s the Interclass Academic Tournant. It’s coming up. And I’m just... I’m not ready. I don’t want to lose again. I want to do well this ti. Can you—will you help ?"
Lor smiled then, slow and genuine, his hazel eyes glinting with a mix of warmth and cunning, the Guiding Light’s scam already spinning in his mind—a new ritual, a new chance to pull her deeper into his web.
"For you, Nellie? Of course," he said, his voice soft but firm, stepping closer until the air between them crackled with possibility.
"I’ll always help."
And for the first ti all night, her shoulders finally relaxed, her gray eyes softening, a shy smile breaking across her freckled face as she stood there, her wide hips and thick thighs a soft silhouette in the lantern light, unaware of the ga she’d just stepped back into.
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Knock Knock
The knock snapped through the quiet like a whipcrack, sharp, slicing through the warm haze of Lor’s room.
Both Lor and Nellie froze, their breaths catching in unison.
The sound ca again—two soft taps against the windowpane, precise and insistent, echoing in the stillness of the night.
"What the—!" Lor’s head turned sharply toward the source, his heart leaping in his chest, a mix of adrenaline and curiosity spiking through him.
Nellie spun around, clutching her sleeves tightly, her wide hips shifting nervously, her gray eyes wide with panic as her freckled cheeks flushed deeper.
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