Chapter 21: Nellie
The classroom's chaos simmered as the last of the spell-casting drills ended, the air thick with the acrid tang of burnt mana and the rustle of too-tight skirts.
Lor slouched at his desk in the back, his black hair falling over his hazel eyes, his grin subtle but ever-present.
His notebook lay open, the faint sketch of a cat paw beside "Study Plan: Braids Girl" curling with a freshly inked tail.
Nellie's whispered request echoed in his mind, her trembling voice a soft promise of new opportunities.
Another girl, another ritual, another chance to wield his Guiding Light.
Across the room, Eva and Olivia gathered their books, their curvy figures drawing glances as their uniforms clung to every curve—Eva's skirt riding high on her plump thighs, Olivia's tight blouse straining over her busty chest.
They exchanged a quick, knowing look, their green and hazel eyes flickering with shared secrets.
Eva's blue bow bobbed as she slung her bag over her shoulder, her hips swaying with purpose.
Olivia's wavy bob shimmered as she adjusted her charcoal pants, the fabric hugging her hips like a second skin.
They were a team now, bound by Lor's rituals and their ambition to lift Class D.
Miss Silvia clapped her hands, her auburn hair slipping from its bun, her glasses fogging as she fanned herself with a test paper.