Academy's Pervert in the D Class

Myra rolled her eyes, her brown hair sticking to her sweaty neck.

Viora snorted, her green hair swaying, her hazel eyes glinting.

"If Nellie can hit a target, I’m not sitting this out. This is sketchy but I choose to believe it for now" Her tone was grudging, but her presence screamed commitment.

The afternoon was filled with raw, messy effort.

Chalk beads sailed toward practice targets, some hitting with a satisfying thwack, others veering wildly into the grass.

Eva shouted corrections, her voice sharp as she adjusted Nellie’s wrist, her fingers brushing Nellie’s skin, making her blush and stammer, "O-Okay,!" Olivia critiqued Viora’s stance, her hands guiding Viora’s shoulders, their bodies close enough to make Viora’s cheeks flush.

Myra grumbled but adjusted her posture, her bead glowing briefly before popping, drawing a curse and a laugh.

Nellie’s cautious optimism shone, her beads hitting closer to the target each time, her thick thighs steady under her skirt.

Lor, naturally, put on the worst display—his spells missing wildly, his mana sputtering like a damp firecracker.

He panted with mock effort, stumbling dramatically, until Eva grabbed his wrist, her green eyes flashing.

"Even for a fake, that was embarrassing," she muttered, her breath grazing his ear as she positioned his fingers, her curvy figure pressed close.