CHAPTER 195: STOPPED

Kiara stopped mid-bite, her fork hovering, her gaze sharpening. "Lia and Sophia?"

Lor froze, the bread halfway to his mouth.

He hadn’t told her.

Not yet.

His throat tightened, but he masked it with a sheepish grin, scratching the back of his neck.

"Ah. Right. Forgot to mention that."

Her eyes narrowed, amusement dancing in them. "You forgot to mention you had them at the same time?"

"Well..." Lor’s grin tilted, cheeky but cautious. "I gave them a ritual. We... ended up in a bit of a sandwich situation."

Kiara’s hand flew to her mouth, feigning shock, but her lips curved into a wicked smile as she lowered it.

"You perverted dog," she said, her voice low, teasing, her eyes glinting with delight.

Lor chuckled, raising his brows, unfazed.

"I found a letter in Lia’s house. On her parents’ nightstand. That’s where I got the address for the orgy. That’s where the idea came from."

Kiara’s eyes gleamed, her fork tapping the edge of her plate with a soft clink., "I see. Everything just comes knocking at your doorstep."

He shrugged, casual, though his pulse quickened. "And kissed a few women."

"How many?" she pressed, leaning closer, her blouse straining as her chest pressed against the table’s edge.

Lor raised three fingers, his grin smug.

Her fork flicked, sending a crumb of bread bouncing off his cheek.

He laughed, nearly choking on his stew, the sound bright and unguarded.

"Worth it," he said, wiping his face.

"And one of them," he added, his voice dropping with smug satisfaction, "was Lia’s mother."

Kiara dropped her spoon into her bowl with a clatter, leaning back as a laugh burst from her, loud enough to turn heads at nearby tables.

"I should have seen that coming. Gods, Lor—you’re a milf hunter too."

He puffed out his chest, mock-proud, but the smugness faded when Kiara leaned closer, her hazel eyes sharp with that playful dominance that always set his pulse racing.

Her toes brushed his shin under the table, a teasing nudge that sent a spark through him.

"You’ll need more energy for what’s next," she whispered, her voice low, laced with mischief.

Lor swallowed, his mouth suddenly dry.

"What’s next?"

She let the silence hang, her lips brushing the rim of her cup before she spoke, her voice soft but charged. "Viora. Myra."

He blinked, his grin faltering. "I was already thinking of them."

"Do you know why I’m telling you to go to them?" Her eyes danced, her toes grazing his leg again, lingering.

"Uh... guidance?" he ventured, his voice betraying a hint of uncertainty.

Kiara’s smirk deepened, her lips curling as she leaned closer, her breath warm against his ear. "Their mothers. They’re both bisexual. And they like each other."

Lor froze, his spoon hovering, stew forgotten.

His brain scrambled to catch up, his hazel eyes widening.

Kiara’s smirk widened, her delight palpable as she swirled her spoon lazily.

"Their houses are beside each other," she continued, her voice a sultry murmur. "Viora and Myra have been childhood best friends. But neither of them know their mothers’ little secret."

He set his spoon down slowly, his grin spreading, a mix of awe and disbelief. "You’re kidding."

Kiara tilted her head, her eyes gleaming. "Do I look like I’m kidding?"

Lor leaned back, his mind racing, his cock twitching faintly at the thought—two best friends, mothers with secrets, a web of possibilities spinning before him.

"That... opens so many doors."

"Opportunities," she corrected, stabbing a piece of meat and lifting it to her mouth with graceful precision. "And you’re going to take them."

He chuckled low, shaking his head. "Sometimes, I think you’re worse than me."

Her smile widened, sharp and knowing. "Sometimes? Lor, I am worse than you. I just hide it better."

They finished their meal slowly, Lor stealing glances at her chest when she leaned forward, the blouse pulling tight, her curves a quiet taunt.

Kiara pretended not to notice, her toes brushing his leg now and then, keeping his pulse racing with each fleeting touch.

Around them, the canteen buzzed with tournament talk—students swapping notes, speculating on matchups, their voices a chaotic hum.

But at their corner table, the real plotting was quieter, charged with heat and danger.

When Kiara rose with her tray, Lor followed, his grin crooked, his thoughts already racing ahead—Viora, Myra, their mothers, a tangled game he couldn’t wait to play.

"Go hunt your prey," Kiara whispered as they left the hall, bumping her shoulder against his, her voice dripping with amusement.

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The abandoned classroom was a quiet relic, its air thick with the scent of chalk dust and faded ink, sunlight slicing through high windows in pale, golden shafts.

Desks were shoved haphazardly to the edges, their surfaces scarred with old carvings, leaving an open expanse of worn stone floor where Lor sat cross-legged, the silver coin still warm on the floor.

He slipped it into his pocket with a faint sigh, feigning strain, the metal’s heat a reminder of the game he was about to play.

"A... a blowjob?" Olivia’s voice cracked, sharp but wavering, her hazel eyes narrowing as she stood before him, arms crossed tightly under her chest.

Her white blouse strained faintly, the fabric pulling against the swell of her breasts, her wavy light-brown bob falling to one cheek, catching the light like polished copper.

Lor rose smoothly, brushing dust from his trousers, his hazel eyes calm but glinting with confidence.

"That’s what the Light asked for," he said, his voice low, steady, carrying the weight of his charade.

Her lips pressed into a thin line, her posture rigid, though the faint flush on her cheeks betrayed her. "But I asked only for math. Spell theory I can handle. It’s the numbers."

"You’re already good at math," Lor said, stepping closer, his voice dropping to a warm, coaxing murmur.

"But to top the class? To raise thirty points on average? That’s a huge jump, Olivia. The Light doesn’t grant that without cost. I have already told you about this and you know it." He gestured lazily, his grin teasing.

"This... is the least it could’ve asked."