Chapter 114: murmured
"...Lor?" she murmured aloud, voice soft with puzzlement, her cheeks flushing a soft pink as she held the shirt against her bust, fingers curling into the fabric, her hips shifting slightly.
Kiara’s eyes widened, her breath catching.
Lor’s mouth went dry, his heart pounding as he felt Kiara’s body tense against his.
Silvia’s cheeks flushed deeper, her lips parting as she smelled the shirt again, her fingers tightening on the fabric.
"...That’s definitely him," she mumbled, her voice low, almost intimate, her thighs shifting where she stood, her jacket pulling tighter over her chest.
She stood there for several long seconds, biting her lip, her eyes distant, as if lost in a memory of her own ritual with Lor.
In the circle, Lor and Kiara lay still—naked, tangled, silent, their bodies pressed together, her pussy still slick against his thigh, his cock twitching faintly at the sight of Silvia’s unwitting intimacy.
Then Lor turned slowly to Kiara, his voice a hushed whisper. "...We’re so fucked."
Kiara grinned, her icy blue eyes glinting with wicked amusement. "Only if she steps in the circle."
Miss Silvia cast one last glance down the hallway—empty, quiet, sterile in its stillness.
Her heels tapped softly as she stepped out, looked left, then right, her sharp eyes darting like a thief’s, before she eased the door closed behind her.
The latch clicked with finality, the sound intimate in the dim classroom, sealing her inside with her thoughts and Lor’s shirt clutched tightly in her hands.