CHAPTER 127: CROSSED

Lor leaned back in his chair, arms crossed, lips tugged into a smirk that held just a hint of bitterness, the flickering library candlelight catching the edge of his jaw, casting shadows that made him look more like a prince of secrets than a Class D student.

His hazel eyes glinted with a guarded hurt, his tousled black hair falling into his face as he studied Sophia and Lia.

"No matter what you say," he said, his voice quiet but firm, cutting through the heavy air of ink and parchment, "the Guiding Light is angry with you."

Sophia’s blue eyes widened, her blonde twin tails swaying as her petite frame tensed, her small breasts rising with a quick breath under her uniform. "What?"

Lia blinked, her red curls bouncing, her green eyes narrowing as her curvy thighs shifted under her skirt. "Why?"

Lor raised a brow, his voice sharpening, his lean frame leaning forward slightly.

"Why? You seriously don’t know? You two used to taunt me. Constantly. I couldn’t cast a beginner spell without hearing you whispering ’dimwit’ or ’loser.’ Every score I got, you laughed. Every fumble, every stumble—you were there, smirking behind your books and taunting me openly in the class."

Sophia’s face flushed, her cheeks pink as she opened her mouth, then closed it, her voice a whisper. "That was just some friendly teasing Lor..."

"No. That was cruelty in uniform," Lor said flatly, his hazel eyes hard.

But inside, he was grinning—just a little.

He had waited for this moment longer than he cared to admit.

The shift in power had started subtly, but now it was undeniable.

They were the ones asking. Begging.

"The Guiding Light doesn’t shine on people who sneer at the ones carrying it."

The silence that followed was thick, uncomfortable.

Candlelight flickered between them, casting unsteady shadows on the polished wood of the table.

The library’s tall, ancient shelves loomed around them like silent judges, listening in, remembering everything.

Then Lia leaned forward, her voice low and unsteady, her green eyes soft with guilt.

Her plush thighs pressed tightly together under her skirt, her fingers worrying the edge of her sleeve.

"Okay... I’m really, really sorry, Lor," she said, the words tumbling out faster now.

"Maybe we were shitty before—no, we were—but we didn’t know. We didn’t get how it felt for you, or how we made it even worse. We laughed, we whispered, and we thought it was all harmless. But it wasn’t. It was cruel. And now... now that I’m the one down there, I finally see it. I can’t even lift my eyes in class anymore. Every mistake feels like a spotlight. Every snicker hits like a slap."

She paused, blinking rapidly. "So please... help us. Help me. Get us out of this misery. I promise—I swear—I’ll never call you anything but your name again. No more teasing or anything to make you feel bad."

Sophia, who had been uncharacteristically quiet, gave a frantic nod.

Her blue eyes shimmered with something between regret and panic, her chest rising with a sharp breath as if the words were caught in her throat.

"Please," she said finally, her voice thin. "Just talk to it. Once. Just ask. That’s all we’re asking."

Lor sighed, his gaze darkening slightly, his fingers tapping the edge of the books on their table— Basic Mathematics : Master in Addition and Subtraction of two-digit numbers—as he weighed their desperation against his scam’s delicate balance.

"It doesn’t really work that way. You don’t just ask. The Light is... moody. And proud. It takes offense. You don’t get second chances easily."

"Then give us one," Sophia pleaded, her voice trembling, her petite frame leaning forward, her pussy tingling faintly with the thrill of submitting to him. "You’re the only one who can talk to it, right? You’re the one who channels it. Please, Lor."

Lia looked away, biting her lip, her curvy figure shifting, her green eyes hesitant but earnest. "We wouldn’t be asking if we weren’t desperate."

Lor studied them—two girls who once mocked him now looking at him like he held salvation in his palms, their vulnerability a new thread in his web.

"..."

He inhaled, his voice softening, calculated. "...Fine. I can try. But not here."

Sophia blinked, her twin tails swaying. "Why not?"

He gestured to the library around them, the faint rustle of pages and whispers from other students cutting through the quiet.

"We’re surrounded by a lot or people. The Light doesn’t like eyes. It needs a private setting. Somewhere more... personal."

Lia perked up, her green eyes brightening, her curls bouncing as she leaned forward. "My place."

Lor raised an eyebrow, his hazel eyes narrowing slightly, his cock twitching at the possibility.

"I’m alone tonight," Lia explained, her voice quick, her plush thighs shifting under her skirt.

"My parents went to a nobles’ party in a faraway town. I told them I was staying behind for studying, but... well, you see how that’s going." She gestured to her half-read books, a faint flush on her freckled cheeks. "We’ll have the whole house."

Sophia narrowed her eyes, her blue gaze sharp. "Won’t the butler be around?"

Lia scoffed, her curvy figure relaxing slightly. "Retired last year. It’s just me. No maids. No cooks. No interruptions."

Lor thought for a moment, his hazel eyes flicking between them, weighing the risk and reward, his cock stirring at the thought of a new ritual.

He nodded slowly, his voice low. "Alright."

Sophia looked like she wanted to ask a dozen questions, but didn’t.

"Then it’s settled," Lia said, grabbing her bag, her curls bouncing as she stood, her green eyes glinting with nervous excitement.

None of them made a move to collect their books, their minds already far from spells and formulas, the weight of the Guiding Light’s demands hanging heavy between them.

The three of them left the library in silence, their steps soft on the old floorboards, the creak barely audible in the quiet.

The sky outside had turned deep blue, stars beginning to prick through the veil, the cool wind tousling their hair as they walked through the moonlit streets toward the quiet, upper town where Lia’s home waited.