Chapter 63: Silvia
"Uh, sure Miss Silvia," Lor said, his gaze darting to her chest again, catching the outline of her bra before he forced his eyes to the table. "My room’s upstairs if you want to—"
"No rush," Silvia interrupted quickly, shaking her head, her auburn hair swaying. "You should eat first. Your mother’s cooking is... incredible." Her smile was tight, her thighs pressing together, skirt riding higher, a glimpse of lace peeking out.
"Damn right it is," Mira said proudly, piling food onto plates—golden pancakes, sizzling bacon, the scent filling the room. "Sit, both of you. Talk later—eat now."
Lor slid into the chair beside Silvia, close enough to feel the warmth radiating from her, her jasmine perfume mixing with the tea’s faint aroma.
He pretended to focus on his plate, but his hazel eyes flicked to her, wet blouse and flushed cheeks, catching the way her breasts rose with each breath, the damp fabric clinging like a tease.
Silvia shifted, still dabbing at her blouse, unaware of his glances.
"Your mother was just telling me about your... study habits," she said, her voice striving for professionalism, though her cheeks stayed crimson. "You’ve got potential, Lor, but you need to focus. Your mana control could be... stronger."
"Yeah, I know," Lor mumbled, shoving a bite of pancake into his mouth, his gaze darting to her thighs, the skirt’s edge teasing higher.
His cock stirred harder, the room’s warmth and her closeness stoking a heat he fought to contain.
Mira smirked, setting a plate in front of Silvia.
"He’s a handful, but he’s got a good heart. Just needs to stop daydreaming about useless stuff like his toys and start hitting the books."