Chapter 110: Stop it!

"Wh—what? Stop it!" he said, jerking away, his cheeks flushing red.

She pinched his cheek and tugged, smirking wider now, her icy blue eyes glinting with wicked amusement. "Oh gods, you little mutt."

"What now?" he asked, his voice rising, heart pounding as he tried to pull back, but her grip held firm.

"I knew you were a pervert," Kiara whispered, her lips near his ear, voice like a blade wrapped in silk, sending a shiver down his spine. "But how the hell did you still manage to get cum of two more girls on you after I left?"

Lor’s face went pale, then flushed crimson, his cock twitching faintly despite the shock. "How did you even know? I cleaned myself."

"Clearly," she said, crossing her arms under her full breasts, pushing them up as she leaned back, her skirt swishing against her thighs. "You could’ve done a better job."

She sniffed again and clicked her tongue, her gaze raking over him like a predator sizing up prey. "You smell like pussy. And not mine."

Lor sighed, rubbing the back of his neck, his hazel eyes meeting Kiara’s icy blue ones with a mix of resignation and calculated honesty. "Okay, fine. I’ll tell you."

Kiara’s eyes narrowed, her full breasts rising with a slow breath, her sharp face already suspicious as she leaned against the corridor wall, her skirt teasing black lace against her plush thighs.

"After you left," he said quietly, his voice low to keep it private in the echoing hall, "Olivia and Nellie came to my house. They snuck in. Said they wanted the Guiding Light’s help. It wasn’t planned."

Kiara’s expression didn’t change, her icy gaze pinning him, but her fingers twitched slightly, betraying a flicker of irritation—or was it intrigue?

Then she grabbed his ear and twisted, her nails grazing his skin.

"Ow! What now?! I’m being honest!" Lor flinched, half laughing, half trying to pry her off, his cheeks flushing as he squirmed under her grip.

"Seriously," she muttered, still holding him by the ear, her full breasts brushing his arm as she leaned closer, her spicy perfume enveloping him. "You’ve got every girl in this class wrapped around your dick."

"I don’t!" he protested, his voice rising but playful, his hazel eyes glinting with amusement. "They’re just... lost."

Kiara gave his ear one final tug, then let go, her lips curling into a smirk. "Lost, huh? I can’t help but be impressed by how well you’ve spun your web in the class."

Lor looked at her, cheek smarting, but grinned, his tousled black hair falling into his eyes. "Clearly, I could’ve done a better job."

She chuckled, the sound low and melodic, her thighs shifting under her skirt. "Clearly."

There was a beat of silence, the corridor quiet save for the distant hum of classrooms and the soft clatter of passing students.

Then Kiara’s voice turned low again, her body leaning just slightly closer, her full breasts rising with a slow breath.

"So, what..." she said, her icy blue eyes searching his, "you’ll keep doing this... even though you have a girlfriend as hot as me?"

Lor turned serious, his gaze meeting hers without hesitation, his voice steady and earnest. "If you decide you’re ready to be in a real relationship with me—if you say the word—I’ll stop it all."

Kiara blinked, her smirk faltering, caught off guard by the calm, earnest certainty in his voice.

No smug grin.

No leering tone.

Just a raw honesty that made her heart skip, her pussy tingling faintly at the thought of being his fully.

She leaned in, her dark bangs falling slightly as she peered into his eyes, close enough he could feel the warmth of her breath, her spicy scent wrapping around him like a spell.

"...What, are you gonna poke my eye or something?" he asked nervously, his hazel eyes flickering but holding her gaze.

She held the stare for a second longer... then backed off, leaning against the wall again, her full breasts shifting under her blouse.

"You’re not lying," she said softly, almost surprised, her voice tinged with a rare vulnerability. "You really mean it."

Lor shrugged, confidence creeping back into his voice, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. "I’m not. I have a feeling you’d take good care of all my needs."

Kiara raised a brow, amused, her thighs pressing together as she felt a fresh pulse of arousal.

"Of course I would. Look at me." She gestured to herself, her hand sweeping down her curves—full breasts, narrow waist, plush thighs. "I’m a bombshell. I definitely blew your mind yesterday."

"You did," Lor said, his lips curling, his hazel eyes glinting with heat as he remembered her taste, her moans. "Totally."

They smiled, a shared moment of warmth cutting through the corridor’s chill.

Then Lor tilted his head, his eyes locked on hers, voice dropping to a low, intimate murmur. "So... what do you say?"

Kiara didn’t answer immediately. Instead, she grabbed his wrist and tugged him—not hard, but firm—toward the opposite side of the corridor, where tall windows overlooked the academy gardens, their leaves glowing faintly in the morning light.

That part of the hallway was quieter, more private, muffled from the chatter behind closed classroom doors.

There, she turned her back to the windows, facing him, her voice suddenly low, intimate, her full breasts rising with a quick breath.

"You know I’m a witch right?," she whispered, brushing her dark bangs behind her ear, her icy blue eyes searching his for any sign of hesitation.

Lor nodded, his gaze steady, unflinching. "I know."

"And you still want this?" Her voice was softer now, almost vulnerable, her thighs shifting under her skirt, the black lace teasing at the hem.

He nodded again, slower, his hazel eyes softening. "It doesn’t matter to me what you are."

Kiara tilted her head, her lips parting slightly, a flush creeping up her cheeks. "So that’s all you want—my sexy tits and ass?"