Chapter 5: Facesitting
The evening sun cast a warm glow over Lor's modest home, the scent of his mother's cooking wafting through the air.
He was sprawled on his bed, flipping through a spellbook, when a knock came at the front door.
His mother's cheerful voice rang out. "Oh, Eva! Don't you look lovely!"
Lor sat up, his grin spreading.
Eva had come, just as he'd hoped.
He bounded downstairs to find her in the doorway, dressed in casual clothes—a tight pink crop top that hugged her full, curvy chest and a short denim skirt that barely covered her plump thighs.
Her dark blue hair with pink streaks was loose, the large blue bow replaced by a smaller clip, and her green eyes sparkled with a mix of pride and nerves.
"Thank you, Mrs. Vayne," Eva said, blushing at the compliment. "I got a seven out of a hundred on my math test today! Top five in Class D!"
Lor's mother gasped, her kind eyes wide. "Seven? That's wonderful, Eva! Good work! Maybe you can teach my Lor a thing or two—he's always struggling." She shot Lor a teasing look, her black hair swaying as she shook her head.
Eva giggled, glancing at Lor. "I'll try, but he's always so disinterested. Like he doesn't even care about the studies or his marks."
Lor's mother sighed. "You're telling me. I keep saying he should just work at his father's shop and skip this academy nonsense. But if you can get him to study, you're a miracle worker."