Chapter 121: yourself
"Thought it was so hot, the way you fingered yourself with his shirt," Kiara whispered, her voice low and filthy. "You looked like such a desperate little slut."
Silvia’s strict persona shattered, her legs wobbling as she gripped the desk to steady herself, her glasses slipping further down her nose, her hazel eyes wide with shock, her pussy pulsing faintly under her skirt.
She stared at Kiara, breathing shallow, her cheeks burning as if branded.
Kiara straightened, smoothed her skirt with a casual flick, her full breasts rising with a slow breath. "Anyway," she said cheerfully, loud enough for Lor to hear now, "you’re free to visit Lor whenever you want his Guiding Light."
Silvia blinked, her heart racing, her pussy still tingling with the forbidden heat of Kiara’s words.
"And I allow it," Kiara added sweetly, her icy blue eyes glinting with a wicked promise.
Silvia stared at her, her generous chest heaving, her mind reeling.
"In exchange," Kiara said with a coy little shrug, her dark bangs falling into her eyes, "you owe me a favor. Every time."
Silvia gulped, her hazel eyes wide behind her glasses, her generous chest heaving as she clutched the desk, her thighs pressing together involuntarily, a faint throb pulsing in her pussy.
Her gaze lingered on Lor—his bare chest, the defined lines of his collarbones, the way he looked away out of shame, modesty, or maybe just to give her mercy, his tousled black hair falling into his hazel eyes.
She gulped again, her cheeks burning crimson, her heart racing with a mix of shame and forbidden desire.
"He’s hot, isn’t he?" Kiara whispered beside her ear, her voice low and warm, like silk sliding over skin, her breath teasing Silvia’s neck, sending a shiver down her spine.