CHAPTER 129: KIDDING

The room fell into silence again, the kind that settles after a scandalous demand has been dropped like a dagger into the floor, the lavender lamp’s soft glow casting flickering shadows across Lia’s tidy bedroom.

The air was thick with the scent of tea and overbaked shortbread, undercut by the faint hum of warding spells lingering in the walls.

Sophia stared at Lor, her mouth slightly open, her blonde twin tails twitching faintly, her petite frame rigid with disbelief, her blue eyes wide, her small breasts rising with a quick breath under her uniform.

Lia’s freckled cheeks flushed crimson, her green eyes flicking to the coin still lying cold on the floor, then back to Lor’s face—his calm, almost bored smirk that somehow made it worse, his hazel eyes half-lidded, glittering with the power he wielded so effortlessly now.

"You want us to... rub your dick between our asses," Sophia said slowly, her voice trembling as if repeating it might make it sound less insane, her pussy tingling faintly with a mix of shock and curiosity.

"Together," Lor added helpfully, adjusting his seat and resting one arm casually on his bent knee, his lean frame relaxed but commanding, his cock stirring faintly in his pants at their reactions. "Until I cum."

Lia bit her lip, her curvy figure trembling as she tried to process whether she was horrified... or turned on, her plush thighs pressing together under her skirt, her pussy pulsing faintly.

She didn’t speak, her green eyes darting between Lor and Sophia.

Sophia stood abruptly, fists clenched, her small breasts rising sharply under her blouse, her voice tight and incredulous. "That’s not a guiding ritual, that’s just some dumb pervert fantasy."

"The Light disagrees," Lor said simply, unfazed, his hazel eyes glinting with mischief. "And trust me, it knows."

"Oh come on!" Lia barked, half-laughing, half-exasperated, her red curls bouncing as she turned away and paced, hands on her curvy hips.

"Can’t we, like... do something less humiliating? I dunno. Lick your fingers? Kiss each other? Flash a boob? Or sit on your face?"

"I’d be open to options," Lor said, tilting his head, his voice teasing, "but the Guiding Light isn’t."

Sophia scoffed, her blue eyes narrowing, her cheeks flushing pink. "You say that like it’s real and not just you making it up as you go."

Lor shrugged, his smirk unwavering. "Then I will walk away if you don’t believe it, I am wasting time here when I could have been studying."

That stopped them both, the weight of his words settling like a challenge.

He leaned back on his hands, the candlelight catching his jawline, his shirt pulling taut across his lean chest, his cock subtly straining against his pants.

"Look, the Light doesn’t negotiate," he said, his voice smooth but firm. "It demands. It takes. It guides. And this price? Not even close to the highest I’ve seen paid."

Lia turned slowly, her green eyes narrowing, her plush thighs shifting. "Wait—someone else did worse than this?"

Lor smiled slyly, his hazel eyes glinting with secrets. "Can’t say. The Light forbids me from naming others."

"That’s bullshit," Sophia snapped, her small breasts heaving with indignation.

"Is it?" Lor’s voice dropped, low and dangerous, his cock twitching at the power he held. "Then why are you both still here?... sitting in front of me instead of kicking me out."

Neither answered, their silence thick as smoke, their faces twisting with doubt, lust, and shame, Sophia’s pussy tingling faintly, Lia’s thighs pressing together tighter.

Sophia crossed her arms, unintentionally pushing her small breasts together, her blue eyes wavering but defiant. "So we just... do it? Right now? Like prostitutes?"

Lor’s smirk returned, his voice teasing. "If it makes you feel better, think of it as spiritual... alignment."

Lia barked a laugh, her curls bouncing. "You’re such a bastard."

But then she started unbuttoning her blouse, her fingers fumbling slightly at the second button, her curvy figure trembling with resolve.

"I want to get into Class C," she said simply, her voice tight but steady, not looking at either of them.

Her blouse slid open, revealing a dark green lace bra, full cups barely containing her generous chest, her nipples hardening faintly against the fabric.

She tossed it aside, the fabric landing softly on the floor, her plush thighs shifting as she stood.

Sophia froze, her blue eyes wide, her cheeks flaming. "Lia?!"

"Maybe I just don’t mind doing things with someone hot," Lia said, turning with a faint smirk, her green eyes sharp, her pussy throbbing faintly at the thought of submitting to the ritual.

Lor’s cock twitched hard, his hazel eyes darkening as he watched her, the air growing heavier.

Sophia swallowed hard, her mouth dry, her small breasts rising with a quick breath. Then sighed. "Godsdammit."

She grabbed her own collar and yanked open the top button—then the next, then the next, her hands trembling but moving with defiant purpose, her small breasts bouncing slightly with each motion.

Her blouse fell away, revealing a pale pink cotton bra, modest but clinging tightly to her petite chest, her nipples visibly hard through the thin fabric as she tossed it over a chair.

Lor watched, his cock straining painfully in his pants, his hazel eyes raking over their exposed forms—Lia’s full breasts and curvy hips, Sophia’s petite frame and fierce resolve.

Sophia shot him a glare, her cheeks burning, her pussy tingling with reluctant arousal. "Don’t look like you’re enjoying this."

"I am enjoying this," he said bluntly, standing and stepping past them both, his lean frame moving with quiet confidence.

He peeled off his shirt with one smooth motion, revealing his toned chest, the faint trail of hair leading below his waistband impossible to miss, his cock bulging hard through his pants.

He walked over to the bed and lay down on his back, arms behind his head, his hazel eyes lazy but predatory.

Lia and Sophia stood at the edge of the bed, two girls in just their underwear—Lia’s dark green lace bra pushing up her generous chest, her round, plush ass barely covered by matching panties.

Sophia’s pale pink cotton bra clinging to her small breasts, her legs trembling slightly, her pussy throbbing under her panties, her resolve holding despite her blush.

Lor smiled, his cock throbbing visibly, his voice low and commanding. "Whenever you’re ready... start rubbing."