Chapter 103: begun
The ritual had begun again.
Lor knelt on the wooden floor, posture straight, expression composed as the flickering candlelight played across his face, casting shadows that danced over his tousled black hair and hazel eyes.
Before him hovered the silver coin—smooth, pristine, suspended in the air without a single tremble, its gleam catching the lantern’s glow.
His eyes were shut, but his brow furrowed in deep concentration, as though channeling something ancient, something not quite human, his average build tense with the weight of the performance.
Then—his eyes opened, hazy and distant, as if peering from another realm.
The coin slowly rotated in place between him and the two girls kneeling opposite him on the floor, the air thick with anticipation.
Nellie sat with her thick thighs pressed together, her panties shifting under her tight pants, her small breasts rising and falling with nervous breaths, freckles dotting her flushed cheeks like scattered stars.
Olivia knelt beside her, her full breasts heaving slightly under her blouse, the fabric straining against their generous curves, her round hips shifting as she crossed her legs, her hazel eyes sharp but tinged with curiosity.
His voice dropped, deeper, laced with false reverence and mystery, a tone he’d perfected to theatrical precision.
"What do you seek, child?"
Nellie’s voice was soft, a little shaky, her hands twisting in her lap, her wide hips fidgeting against the floor. "I... I want to get better at math."
Next to her, Olivia folded her arms under her full breasts, pushing them up in a subtle display, but spoke clearly, her voice firm despite the flush creeping up her neck. "I want to improve my Spells Theory."