Chapter 65: stuttered
Silvia stuttered, "A—! A..."
Her voice broke, her auburn hair swaying as she leaned forward, glasses fogging with her quickening breath.
Lor said nothing, his hazel eyes glowing with the Light’s golden fire, still as stone, watching her falter, his presence heavy, divine.
His cock throbbed in his pants, the memory of her thick ass under the bed—lace teasing, hips wobbling—burning in his mind.
"I..." Silvia began, her voice unsteady. She took a breath, willing herself to stand tall. "I want to become the best teacher I can be."
Lor closed his eyes for a moment, then opened them slowly. The silence stretched—measured, for five seconds.
"That is not what I offer," he said at last, his voice rich and resonant, echoing like a distant bell.
"I do not grant wishes. I provide guidance. Wisdom. A path to follow. I am no god, only a man who sees more than most."
Silvia winced, her cheeks flushing crimson. "Sorry... sorry—I didn’t mean—"
"It is okay, child," the Light intoned, voice softening but commanding.
"Now continue."