Chapter 3: Squeeze my what?
Eva's face burned red, her green eyes wide with shock and fury.
"Squeeze my what?" she sputtered, her voice echoing in the empty classroom.
Her dark blue hair, streaked with pink, bounced as she stood, her large blue bow quivering.
Her tight uniform strained against her curvy figure, a glimpse of lace panties flashing as her skirt shifted.
"You're disgusting, Lor! I'm not doing that!"
Lor shrugged, his hazel eyes glinting with amusement as he tucked his spellbook under his arm.
"Suit yourself," he said, his tone casual but laced with challenge.
"But you know where to find me if you change your mind." He turned and strolled out of the classroom, leaving Eva fuming, her crumpled 2/100 test paper still clutched in her hand.
Inside, he was grinning.
He'd planted the seed—her desperation would do the rest.
That evening, Lor lounged in his room, a modest space with a wooden desk, a single bed, and shelves crammed with spellbooks he pretended not to understand.