Chapter 11: stuck
"I'm fucked"
The courtyard's distant clang of sword sparring faded, leaving only the heavy silence between Lor and Olivia.
She stood frozen, her light brown, wavy bob trembling, her hazel eyes wide with fear and glistening with unshed tears.
Her tight shirt clung to her busty chest, her tight pants outlining her curvy hips, but her usual fiery confidence was gone, replaced by a raw, choking despair.
"I'm fucked," she whispered again, her voice barely audible, as if the Class C students' cruel revelation had drained her soul. "I'm stuck in Class D forever."
Lor's black hair fell over his hazel eyes, as he watched her.
Olivia's words echoed the grim truth: no individual could escape Class D, no matter how high they scored.
The whole class had to rise together, a near-impossible task with their selfish and inadequate classmates, and an incompetent teacher.
But where Olivia saw a dead end, Lor saw opportunity.
A classroom full of desperate, curvy girls, all craving the prestige of Class A?
He could do a lot with that.