The next morning, Class D buzzed with the usual chaos—girls chatting, adjusting their too-tight uniforms, skirts swishing to reveal flashes of stockings and lace.
Lor slouched at his desk in the back, his black hair falling over his hazel eyes, ignoring the whispered jabs of "useless" and "mana-less" from his classmates.
As the only boy in the room, he was used to their scorn, but it didn't bother him.
Miss Silvia, their busty, clumsy teacher, stumbled into the classroom, her auburn hair slipping from its bun, glasses teetering on her nose.
Her white jacket and pencil skirt clung to her curves, drawing Lor's gaze for a mont before he caught Eva's eye across the room.
Her dark blue hair with pink streaks was tied with her signature blue bow, her uniform accentuating her full chest and plump thighs.
She gave him a quick, nervous glance, her cheeks faintly pink, and he smirked, knowing their 'study session' last night had left an impression.
"Settle down, everyone!" Miss Silvia called, her voice cutting through the chatter. She clapped her hands, nearly dropping her chalk.
"Surprise test today! Maths, sa as last ti. Get ready!" She began passing out question papers, her skirt swishing as she moved, oblivious to the faint breeze Lor conjured to flutter a nearby girl's skirt, revealing a glimpse of pink panties.
He doodled in his notebook, playing innocent as the girl squealed and smoothed her skirt down.
Lor and Eva locked eyes again as the papers landed on their desks.
Eva's green eyes held a spark of confidence, a far cry from her despair after her last 2/100 score.
She gripped her pencil, her posture straight, her bow steady.
Lor gave her a subtle nod, then turned to his paper, deliberately scribbling wrong answers. He could ace this test in his sleep, but a high score would blow his cover.
So he played the fool, as always.
Eva, anwhile, tackled the questions with focus, her pencil moving steadily.
She paused occasionally, muttering to herself, picturing Lor's stones-as-apples analogy from their session.
Her lips curved into a small smile as she solved a division problem, imagining splitting a pie.
For the first ti, the numbers made sense, and her heart raced with hope.
She wasn't just guessing—she knew what she was doing.
The bell rang, and the class groaned as Miss Silvia collected the papers.
By the end of the day, she returned with the graded tests, her glasses slipping as she handed them out.
"So improvent, but still a long way to go," she sighed, pausing at Eva's desk.
"Well done, Eva. A rare bright spot."
Eva took her paper, her eyes widening at the red 7/100 scrawled at the top.
She gasped, her bow bouncing as she turned to Lor, who was staring at his own paper with a bored expression.
His score: 3/100.
She hurried to his desk after class, her face lit with excitent, her uniform shifting to reveal a tantalizing glimpse of cleavage as she leaned forward.
"Lor!" she whispered, waving her paper.
"I got seven! That's, like, twice what I got last ti! I'm in the top ten of the class!" Her math was off—twice two was four, not seven—but Lor didn't correct her, his grin widening at her enthusiasm.
"Thanks for... whatever you did," she added, her cheeks flushing as she recalled their risqué ritual.
Lor leaned back, twirling a pencil. "Told you the Guiding Light works. If you need more guidance, I'm always here."
Eva nodded eagerly, her green eyes bright. "Yes! I want to get even better at math. Like, way better. Can we do it again? After school?"
Lor's heart skipped, but he kept his tone casual.
"Sure. Sa place. et here after class."
After school, the classroom was empty, the late afternoon sun casting golden rays through the windows.
Eva sat across from Lor at his desk, her posture less tense than before, her trust in his "Guiding Light" evident in her eager expression.
Her tight blouse hugged her curves, her skirt riding up to show her plump thighs, and Lor's eyes lingered, his mind already spinning with the next step of his ruse.
"Ready?" he asked, placing the coin on the desk.
Eva nodded, her bow bobbing, her face a mix of determination and faint embarrassnt.
Lor closed his eyes, his fingers twitching subtly to channel a precise pulse of magic.
The coin wobbled, then rose, hovering steadily between them.
"What guidance do you seek, child?" he intoned, his voice deep and theatrical, barely hiding his amusent.
"I want to get better at math," Eva said firmly. "Even better than today."
Lor let out a low hum, as if communing with so mystical force.
The coin dropped with a clink, and he pressed a hand to his forehead, feigning strain.
"The Guiding Light has spoken," he said, his grin slow and deliberate. "To receive its wisdom, you must... sit on my face, without your underwear, for five minutes."
Eva's jaw dropped, her face turning scarlet. "W-What?!" she sputtered, standing so fast her skirt flared, revealing a flash of lace. "That's way too much! Last ti was just... touching! Why's it so much worse now?"
Lor leaned back, his expression serious but his eyes glinting.
"It's a harder guidance, you have already gotten from 2 to 7" he said smoothly. "You want to improve even more, right? The Light demands a greater ritual to match. It's how it works."
Eva's hands clenched, her bow quivering as she processed his words.
Her desperation to climb out of Class D warred with her embarrassnt, but her trust in the Guiding Light won out.
"Fine," she muttered, her voice barely audible. "That... makes sense, I guess."
She didn't notice the faint creak of the classroom door, where a shadow lingered, watching silently.
A girl stood just outside, her eyes wide as she peered through the crack, catching every word of their exchange.
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