Chapter 123: flicking
But Silvia’s hazel eyes kept flicking to Lor.
To his shirt—the very one she had sniffed, clutched to her chest like a lover’s pillow, her pussy throbbing at the memory of her own desperate release.
She focused on her strict teacher’s persona, forcing composure, but her thighs pressed together under her skirt, betraying her lingering arousal.
She cleared her throat, her voice steadying. "Now... if the mana flow is split across dual nodes, the stabilization—"
Her voice cracked slightly.
She coughed, her cheeks flushing as she adjusted her glasses, her generous chest rising with a quick breath.
In the middle rows, Viora and Myra leaned toward each other, whispering behind raised notebooks, their eyes darting to the back corner.
"Look at them," Myra hissed, her brunette curls bouncing as she leaned closer, her full breasts pressing against her desk. "They totally fucked."
"Are you sure?" Viora muttered, her green hair falling into her eyes, her curvy thighs shifting under her skirt. "I don’t think she would have done it with Lor. I though she had more fancy taste."
"Girl, look at her legs. They’re still shaking. Look at him. That’s a man who got it," Myra said, her voice low but sharp, her gaze narrowing with a mix of envy and intrigue.
They giggled quietly but also glared at Kiara, their eyes flicking to her plush thighs, still quivering faintly, and Lor’s relaxed posture, his shirt slightly rumpled, crumbs from his rushed morning long forgotten.
Meanwhile, Eva shot Olivia a look that needed no words, her green eyes glinting with knowing amusement, her dark blue hair with its pink streak catching the light.