Academy's Pervert in the D Class

"Say it again," Olivia said. "What the Light asked for. Word for word."

Lor was sitting on the floor of Lia’s bedroom with his back against the leg of the bed.

Morning light from the window cut across the floorboards and stopped just short of his feet. "Please. Me. Using. Stockings."

Olivia stood a few steps in front of him. Her short light-brown hair was still neat from the morning, the ends curling under at her jaw.

Hazel eyes stayed on his face. One thumb was hooked under the green mesh at her hip.

When she let go, the crotch panel climbed and pulled the cream panties tighter between her legs. She hooked her thumb back under it.

"Okay. That part is clear. But how do we actually do it?"

"I am not sure, the Light gave me the sentence. It didn’t send a diagram."

Lia stood to Olivia’s left with her arms crossed. Red curls fell over her shoulders. Freckles showed across the top of them through the black mesh.

The deep green cups of her bra strained under the sheer cloth.

"You’re enjoying this," she said. Her green eyes stayed on him.

"I’m just the messenger."

"You’re a smug messenger."

Sophia stood a little behind them, closer to the wall.

Blonde twin tails hung forward against her cheeks. Blue eyes kept dropping to the floor. The pink stocking had gone dark between her thighs while they talked.

She knew it.

She kept her arms folded under her small chest so the mesh would not keep rubbing her nipples.

"If it wanted us to pleasure him, it would have made sense if it made us naked," she said. Her voice was quieter than the other two.

"So why did it make us wear these? What’s the point of them? They just get in the way."

"That’s a fair point," Olivia said.

Sophia tugged at the pink over her chest and let go at once. The weave dragged across her nipple on the way back. A small sound got out before she could stop it.

She pressed her lips together.

The twin tails swung when she turned her head.

"Last time it asked for a weird massage. This time it gave us these. I’d rather wear nothing than this."

The clock in the next room clicked the minute over. Nobody spoke.

"We don’t know what it wants," Olivia said. "So let’s start with the simplest thing. Let’s do it by hand."

"I am confused, what do you mean?" Sophia asked.

"I mean, a handjob."

"Fine by me," Lia said.

Sophia’s eyes stayed on the floor. "What if that isn’t enough? If hands don’t please him, the Light might get angry. Maybe we should add... mouths too."

Olivia’s jaw tightened. "A handjob should be enough."

"Should," Sophia said. "We don’t know that it is."

"We don’t know that it isn’t, either."

"I know," Sophia said. "That’s why I’d rather be safe."

Lia’s mouth twitched. Olivia looked at her, then back at Sophia, and for a few seconds she did not answer.

Sophia’s face was already red. The pink mesh across her small breasts rose and fell with her breathing.

"The exam is tomorrow," Olivia said at last. "We can’t afford to make the Light angry." She breathed out. "Hands first. If that isn’t enough, mouths. Does anyone have a better idea?"

"No. I like it." Lia glanced at Lor, who had not stopped smiling since they entered the room, then at Sophia. "I like that you said it first, too."

"There’s only one of him," Sophia said. "How does that even work?"

"There are three of us. We’ll work it out together."

Lor kept his face mild.

He could tell them. What he actually wanted was a footjob in those stockings, oiled up, and after that an assjob.

But it was more fun to watch them argue their way around it. The answer was sitting right in front of them, and they were too busy being careful to see it.

Let them work it out. Let’s see what they come up with.

"Fine," Olivia said. She did not look at him. "Trousers off."

Lor undid his trousers, pushed them down, and kicked them aside. His cock came up hard, the head already wet, pointing at the three of them.

He got up off the floor and sat on the edge of Lia’s bed. The strip of sun from the window fell across his lap.

"I’ll go first," Olivia said. "I’m the one who got us into this."

"We all did," Lia said.

"I’ll still go first."

Sophia had not moved. She stood with her arms wrapped around her breasts.

"Sophia," Lia said. "Come here."

Lia took her wrist, not hard, just enough to steer her to the left side of the bed.

Then she went to the right. Red curls moved against her shoulders when she turned.

Lor sat on the edge of the mattress in the middle of the strip of sun, leaning back on his hands. His cock stood up against his stomach.

He looked at the three of them one at a time and waited patiently for what was to come next.

Olivia was already hating her actions. Nobody was making her do this. Every part of it was a choice, and she had made the first one before the others could.

She stopped in front of him with her back straight.

Green mesh over a cream bra. Nipples hard through both layers. Cream panties pulled into her, the fabric already damp.

Hazel eyes stayed on his face for a second longer than she wanted. Then she made herself look down.

Kneeling would put her breasts in the sun and her face level with his cock.

She knelt anyway.

The floorboards were cool through the mesh.

Her breasts shifted forward as she went down, and the weave dragged across her nipples. A thin shock went through her stomach.

She put one hand on his thigh to keep her balance. The other closed around the base of his cock.

He was hot, and heavier than she had remembered.