Eva's face burned red, her green eyes wide with shock and fury.
"Squeeze my what?" she sputtered, her voice echoing in the empty classroom.
Her dark blue hair, streaked with pink, bounced as she stood, her large blue bow quivering.
Her tight uniform strained against her curvy figure, a glimpse of lace panties flashing as her skirt shifted.
"You're disgusting, Lor! I'm not doing that!"
Lor shrugged, his hazel eyes glinting with amusement as he tucked his spellbook under his arm.
"Suit yourself," he said, his tone casual but laced with challenge.
"But you know where to find me if you change your mind." He turned and strolled out of the classroom, leaving Eva fuming, her crumpled 2/100 test paper still clutched in her hand.
Inside, he was grinning.
He'd planted the seed—her desperation would do the rest.
That evening, Lor lounged in his room, a modest space with a wooden desk, a single bed, and shelves crammed with spellbooks he pretended not to understand.
He was sketching a half-hearted rune in his notebook when a knock came at the front door.
His mother's voice carried through the house, cheerful and curious.
"Oh, hello! Are you one of Lor's classmates?"
"Y-Yes," came Eva's hesitant reply. "I'm here for a… study session."
Lor's grin widened.
He tossed the notebook aside and bounded downstairs. His mother, a plump woman with kind eyes and black hair like his, beamed at Eva.
"Well, isn't that nice! Lor, you didn't tell me you had a friend coming over."
"She's not a friend, Ma," Lor said, keeping his tone bored. "Just a classmate."
He glanced at Eva, who stood in the doorway, her cheeks pink, her uniform as tight and distracting as ever.
"Come on," he said, jerking his head toward the stairs.
Eva followed, her steps hesitant, her bow bouncing slightly.
In his room, Lor shut the door and leaned against his desk, arms crossed.
"Thought you said no," he teased, his eyes flicking over her figure—her blouse straining against her chest, her skirt barely covering her plump thighs.
Eva glared, her face still flushed. "I thought about it," she muttered, avoiding his gaze. "I need better marks in math. If your stupid Guiding Light thing is real, I'll… try it. But if you're lying, I'll make you regret it."
Lor chuckled, motioning to a chair. "Fair enough. Sit. Let's get started."
Eva sat, her posture rigid, her hands clenched in her lap.
Lor pulled another chair close, facing her, and placed the same coin from the classroom on his desk.
"Same deal as before," he said. "The Guiding Light demands a ritual. You agreed to it."
Eva's eyes narrowed, but she nodded, her lips tight. "Just… get it over with."
Lor closed his eyes, his fingers twitching subtly under the desk.
A faint pulse of magic—precise, controlled, far beyond what anyone in Class D thought him capable of—lifted the coin.
It hovered between them, steady and gleaming. "The Light has spoken," he intoned, his voice deep and theatrical. "For five minutes, I must… squeeze and play with your breasts."
Eva's breath hitched, but she didn't back out.
"Fine," she whispered, her voice trembling but resolute. "Do it."
Lor's heart raced, though he kept his face calm.
He reached out, his hands hovering over her blouse, the fabric stretched tight over her full, round breasts.
He squeezed gently, the soft, warm weight yielding under his fingers, the texture of her blouse smooth but slightly rough where the seams strained.
Eva tensed, her breath catching, her cheeks burning redder.
The warmth of her skin radiated through the fabric, her curves impossibly soft yet firm, like ripe fruit begging to be held.
Lor's fingers traced slow circles, savoring the plush give, the way her blouse shifted with each movement.
After a minute, he paused, his voice low.
"The Light demands a closer touch," he said, his grin barely hidden.
His hands slipped under her blouse, brushing against the silky warmth of her skin, finding the lacy edge of her bra.
The bra was soft, slightly padded, the fabric cool against his fingers, contrasting with the heat of her body. He squeezed again, feeling the delicate lace press into her curves, the faint outline of her nipples stiffening under his touch.
Eva's breath came in short gasps, her thighs shifting, her bow quivering as she fought to stay composed.
"Dare go under the bra, and I'll break the Light's damn fingers," she snapped, her voice shaky but fierce, her green eyes blazing.
Lor chuckled, pulling his hands back to her bra, keeping the contact light but sensual. "Noted," he said, his fingers lingering on the lace, tracing the edges where it hugged her curves.
The five minutes stretched, each second electric, the air thick with tension.
Eva's breasts seemed to throb under his touch, her body betraying her embarrassment with every shiver.
"Time's up," Eva said abruptly, pulling back, her blouse disheveled, her face scarlet. She adjusted her bow, her hands trembling. "Now help me, you perv."
Lor leaned back, his grin fading into a mock-serious expression.
"Alright," he said, opening a math textbook and closing his eyes as if possessed.
"The Light guides us." In truth, he was pulling from his Earth knowledge, where basic math was child's play.
He opened his eyes, his voice calm and confident. "Let's start simple."
He grabbed a handful of small stones from his desk, leftovers from a failed alchemy project.
"Imagine these are apples," he said, placing five stones in front of her. "You have five apples. Your friend gives you three more. How many do you have?"
Eva frowned, hesitant. "Eight?"
"Exactly," Lor said, smiling. "Now, let's say you want to share those eight apples with two friends, so three of you total. How many apples does each person get?"
Eva bit her lip, her brow furrowing. Lor placed the stones in three piles, nudging them around. "Think of it like splitting candy. You want everyone to get the same amount." He moved the stones, showing two piles of three and one pile of two.
"See? Eight divided by three gives you two each, with two left over."
Eva's eyes widened, a spark of understanding flickering. "Wait, that makes sense."
For the next hour, Lor guided her through basic addition and division, using stones, coins, and even sketches of pies to explain fractions.
"Picture slicing a pie into four pieces," he said, drawing a circle and dividing it. "If you eat one piece, three are left. That's three-fourths." He kept it simple, like teaching a kid, his voice patient but firm.
Eva leaned forward, her earlier embarrassment forgotten, her bow bobbing as she nodded along.
By the end, she was solving problems on her own, her face lighting up with each correct answer.
"I… I actually get it," she said, staring at the textbook, her voice soft with wonder. "How did you—?"
"The Guiding Light," Lor said, though his mind was racing with pride.