CHAPTER 190: AMUSEMENT

A flicker of amusement danced in Olivia’s eyes, quickly buried beneath her composed exterior. "We talked yesterday. She came to my place. We waited for you."

The words hit like a punch to the gut.

Lor’s mind reeled, a sudden vision flashing—Olivia and Eva, together, waiting for him.

Fuck. I could’ve had a chance at another threesome...

His jaw clenched, but he kept his face neutral, forcing a nod. "Really?"

Olivia’s mouth curved ever so slightly, a small, victorious smile that told him she knew exactly what he was thinking. "Since you didn’t come, we studied together. And we realized something amazing."

Lor raised an eyebrow, curiosity piqued despite the sting of missed opportunity. "What?"

"That once you start understanding the easy stuff, the harder material becomes clearer."

He tilted his head, his smirk returning. "So... you understood it?"

"No." Her flat, honest tone shattered his composure.

Lor blinked, then barked a laugh, the sound sharp and genuine, cutting through the street’s bustle. "Then what was the use of figuring that out?"

Olivia’s hazel eyes narrowed, but a faint twitch at the corner of her mouth betrayed a flicker of amusement.

"The use is that we’re close. Maybe with a push from your... Light, we can master it properly."

Lor’s smirk softened into a neutral nod, his expression carefully composed.

Inside, he knew she was mistaken, spell theory and Mathematics is not as easy as she thinks it is but he let her believe, let the illusion hold.

"I guess that’s true," he said smoothly, his voice steady, giving nothing away.

She hummed, satisfied for now, and they fell into step together, their shoulders brushing as they navigated the bustling morning streets toward the academy gates.

The crowd pulsed around them—carts rattling, merchants shouting, apprentices darting through with heavy satchels—but Lor’s focus kept slipping, drawn irresistibly to Olivia.

Her fitted charcoal-gray pants clung to the curve of her ass with every step, the fabric creasing perfectly at her thighs, outlining their strong, shapely lines.

Her white blouse, though modest in design, stretched subtly across her chest when she adjusted her satchel strap, the swell of her breasts pressing against the buttons, teasing the edges of his imagination.

He forced his gaze forward, focusing on the cobblestones, the spires looming ahead—only to fail moments later when the sway of her hips pulled his eyes like a magnet, her light-brown bob bouncing with each brisk step.

"Something amusing?" Olivia’s voice cut through, calm but sharp, as if she’d caught the grin tugging at his lips.

Lor coughed, straightening, his cheeks warming slightly. "Just... thinking," he said, his tone deliberately vague.

She shot him a sidelong glance, her hazel eyes narrowing with suspicion, but she didn’t press further.

Her gaze flicked back to the road, her stride purposeful, her hair catching the morning light like polished copper.

Lor exhaled slowly through his nose, his grin returning, quieter but no less hungry.

Guidance with Olivia, he thought, his pulse quickening.

This will be... interesting.

The academy’s spires loomed closer with every step, catching the morning sun, and the crowd of students thickened around them, chatter swelling like the tide.

And still, Lor’s gaze strayed, hungry and shameless, to the hot curves of the girl beside him.

.

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The academy’s iron gates loomed ahead, their towering arches casting long shadows even in the bright morning sun.

Students streamed through, their pressed uniforms and heavy satchels a familiar sight, their chatter a lively hum of nerves, bravado, and half-finished gossip.

Lor and Olivia slowed as they neared the threshold, the crowd parting around them like a river around stones.

Olivia’s hazel eyes flicked toward him, sharp and cautious, her fingers smoothing her crisp white blouse with precise care, the fabric stretching subtly over the swell of her breasts.

She leaned closer, her voice low, meant for him alone. "Wait a minute before you come in," she murmured.

Lor tilted his head, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. "Why?"

Her lips pressed into a thin, resolute line, her gaze steady. "Because I don’t want to be seen walking beside you in front of Kiara."

The reasoning hit like a cold splash of water.

Everyone knew—Kiara’s public claim, her fierce declaration that Lor was hers alone, had spread through the academy like wildfire, her words hanging like a blade above the gates.

He sighed, scratching the back of his neck, his grin fading. "Fine."

Olivia gave a curt nod, her expression unyielding, and strode into the courtyard with confident steps, her hips swaying beneath the tight charcoal-gray pants.

A few students turned to watch, their eyes lingering on the curve of her ass, the neat bounce of her light-brown bob, but no one dared speak.

She melted into the crowd as if she’d never paused, her presence sharp and untouchable.

Lor leaned against the gatepost, feigning a casual study of the sky, counting seconds in his head.

The faint morning bustle swirled around him—carts rattling, the clip of hooves on cobblestones—but his thoughts drifted...

"Lor!"

"Lor!"

Two voices, bright and familiar, snapped him back to the present.

Lia and Sophia approached side by side, their uniforms neat but lived-in, their steps light with morning energy.

Lia’s red curls bounced with each stride, her green blouse clinging snugly to her generous chest, freckles dusting her skin like embers against the faint pink flush of the morning air.

Her curvy thighs pressed against the hem of her skirt, each step radiating an unconscious confidence that drew eyes.

Beside her, Sophia’s blonde twin-tails swayed with the bounce of her petite frame, her looser blouse drooping over her hands, though it couldn’t hide the subtle curves of her perky chest.

The dark pleats of her skirt swished around her slender legs, a touch too short as she adjusted her satchel, flashing a glimpse of pale thigh.

They waved as they reached him, their smiles bright and unguarded.

"Good morning!" Sophia chirped, her blue eyes sparkling with warmth.

"What are you doing outside the gates?" Lia added, cocking a brow, her green eyes glinting with curiosity.