Silvia stuttered, "Aâ! A..."
Her voice broke, her auburn hair swaying as she leaned forward, glasses fogging with her quickening breath.
Lor said nothing, his hazel eyes glowing with the Lightâs golden fire, still as stone, watching her falter, his presence heavy, divine.
His cock throbbed in his pants, the memory of her thick ass under the bedâlace teasing, hips wobblingâburning in his mind.
"I..." Silvia began, her voice unsteady. She took a breath, willing herself to stand tall. "I want to become the best teacher I can be."
Lor closed his eyes for a moment, then opened them slowly. The silence stretchedâmeasured, for five seconds.
"That is not what I offer," he said at last, his voice rich and resonant, echoing like a distant bell.
"I do not grant wishes. I provide guidance. Wisdom. A path to follow. I am no god, only a man who sees more than most."
Silvia winced, her cheeks flushing crimson. "Sorry... sorryâI didnât meanâ"
"It is okay, child," the Light intoned, voice softening but commanding.
"Now continue."
She took a breath, eyes downcast, her breasts rising with each inhale, blouse straining. "Then... I want guidance to become a better teacher."
The coin stopped hovering, dropping to the wooden floor with a soft
clink
, spinning once before settling.
Lor closed his eyes, pressing his fingers to his forehead as if bracing against the weight of something vast and unseen.
His shoulders sagged.
The glow in his eyes dimmed, fading into a plain, hazel brownâmortal again.
Just Lor. Quiet. Awkward.
The boy from Class D.
He looked at Silvia, his voice low, almost sheepish. "Umm..."
Lor hesitated.
"What did he say, Lor?" Silvia asked, leaning in, hopeful.
He glanced at her, then looked away, a faint blush rising. "The Light responded. He, uh... heâs asking for a titjob."
Silviaâs eyes flew open, her lips parting in shock.
"Whaâ?!" She blinked rapidly, glasses slipping slightly. "A... titjob?!"
Her face burned, her hands clutching her skirt, thighs pressing together.
Sheâd expected something eroticâmaybe peeling off her clothes down to the lacy bra-and-panty set sheâd chosen just for this. But this?
The term was raw, sexual, beyond what sheâd imagined.
Her breasts heaved, the damp blouse clinging tighter, nipples faintly pressing through, her jasmine scent filling the air.
"Iâm sorry, Miss Silvia," Lor said quietly, his hazel eyes flicking to her chest, then away, his cock twitching harder at the thought.
"But thatâs what the Light asked for."
Silvia looked down, flustered, her fingers trembling. "I thought it would be... less intense. Like stripping. Or dancing..." Her voice was a whisper, her thighs shifting.
Lor nodded slowly, his voice steady despite the heat in his core.
"Thatâs been the case so far, yeah. But youâre stronger than the students of my class. And to guide a teacher herself, the Light demands more from people like that. Stripping? Thatâs for someone struggling in Class D."
Silvia fell silent, staring at the floor, her glasses glinting in the sunlight.
The air was thick, charged with her vulnerability and his unspoken desire.
Lor didnât move, didnât speak, his hazel eyes fixed on a spot near her knees, avoiding pressure.
But inside, he was burning, his cock aching, thoughts racing.
Please say yes. Please. I donât want to jerk off againânot after seeing that ass, those tits.
He imagined her blouse unbuttoned, her breasts spilling out, wrapping around him, soft and heavy, her moans filling the room.
I want to feel those tits, fuck them, so fucking bad.
He fought to keep his face neutral, his hands clenched to ground himself, Silviaâs curves stoking a fire he could barely contain.
The sunlight warmed the room, casting shadows over her thighs, her blouse, her flushed cheeks, making the moment heavier, hotter.
Silvia thought, her breath quickening, her fingers tightening on her skirt, the silence stretching, electric and raw.
And Silvia...
thought.
.
.
"Lor..." Miss Silvia said softly, her voice barely above a whisper, trembling with resolve.
He looked up, his hazel eyes meeting hers.
The coin rested between them.
Her eyes were downcast, glasses fogged slightly, her auburn hair loose from its twist.
"Iâve spent my whole life afraid of things. Of failure. Of judgment. Of not being good enough. But this time... I wonât step down."
She met his gaze, her cheeks flushed, her breasts rising under her damp blouse.
"Iâve decided. No matter what, I will become a better teacher. Even if that means... satisfying the Light."
Lor stayed silent, his face unreadable, though his pulse thundered, his cock straining at the thought of her words.
Silviaâs hands fidgeted in her lap, fingers trembling as she hesitated, then spoke, voice soft but curious.
"What... what even is a titjob? Iâve heard of a handjob and a blowjob, but..." The words felt foreignâobsceneâon her tongue.
Saying them aloud made her cheeks burn, the heat spreading deeper, pooling in her core.
It was embarrassing.
And thrilling. Forbidden.
Lorâs heart pounded.
Hearing
Miss Silvia
say those wordsâshy, curious, flusteredâmade his cock twitch with need.
He struggled to keep his expression composed, though his breath caught just enough to betray him.
"Itâs, uh... simple..." He swallowed, voice dropping. "You... press your breasts around it. And move. Up and down. Until I... cum."
Silvia nodded slowly, absorbing the words, her face red but calm, a choice already made behind her eyes.
She didnât gasp, didnât flinch, her breasts heaving under her blouse, the damp patch outlining her bra.
"How long will it take?" she asked, voice steady despite her flush.
Lor hesitated, his hazel eyes flicking to her chest, then away, his cock aching.
"Until I cum," he said, softer, almost sheepish, the thought of her breasts wrapped around him making his breath hitch.
She drew a slow breath, her fingers tightening on her skirt, thighs shifting, white lace peeking.
The idea of doing this with a studentâan adult, but still her studentâwas forbidden, strange, yet a thrill sparked deep within her, her body warming under the sunlight.