CHAPTER 126: SHHH

"Shhh!" Lor hissed sharply the moment Sophia opened her mouth again, throwing a glance around the library, his tousled black hair falling into his eyes.

A few people and students looked over from nearby tables, their whispers trailing off, but no one lingered.

He gestured quickly with his fingers—quiet, discreet, now—his voice low and urgent.

Then, sighing, he stood with a dramatic slouch, leaving behind his books on the messy table and tiptoed to their table, the wood creaking softly as he slid into the empty seat beside them.

Sophia looked confused, her blonde twin tails glinting in the candlelight, her petite frame tense, her small breasts rising with a steady breath under her uniform.

Lia, her red curls bouncing, leaned forward slightly, her curvy figure shifting, her plush thighs pressing together under her skirt, her green eyes curious but guarded.

When Lor looked at her, Lia nodded, her voice soft. "Hey, Lor."

He nodded back, his hazel eyes cautious. "Hey."

Then his gaze flicked to Sophia, his voice low, firm. "Who told you about that?"

Sophia crossed her arms, her small breasts pushing against her blouse, her blue eyes sharp. "I just know."

"It’s not real," Lor said, his tone flat, testing her.

"Stop lying." She didn’t hesitate, her voice cutting through the quiet.

Lor put on his best confused expression, leaning back slightly.

"I’m not lying Sophia. I’m telling you the truth. There is no guiding light, whatever you heard about it is—"

Lia interrupted, her curls bouncing as she leaned closer, her green eyes glinting with smug certainty.

"We know you used the Guiding Light on Eva, Olivia, Nellie, Viora... and Myra. That’s why their scores spiked. Out of nowhere."

Lor froze, mouth half open, his hazel eyes widening as if caught red-handed—though he wasn’t, not really, but acting was half the ritual.

He let his face fall, sighed slowly, and looked up from beneath his lashes, his voice soft with feigned defeat. "...Fine, you got me there. You’re right. It’s real."

Sophia leaned forward, her blue eyes gleaming with a mix of triumph and desperation, her small breasts rising with a quick breath.

"I have been using it," Lor continued, his voice low, solemn, "to help them. My fellow classmates. That’s all."

"What about us?" Sophia snapped, her petite frame tensing, her voice sharp but trembling.

"We’re your classmates too, you know. We’re the ones who need help."

Lia nodded, her plush thighs shifting as she leaned in, her green eyes earnest. "Isn’t that how we all get to Class C? If we all score better together?"

Lor exhaled, his gaze darkening slightly, his hazel eyes flicking between them. "You two have no idea what the Guiding Light is. Or what it demands in exchange for its guidance."

"We do know," Lia said smugly, her curls bouncing as she smirked. "We asked Nellie."

Lor internally groaned, his mind flashing to a Nellie’s nervous stammering, her freckled cheeks flushing as she spilled every erotic detail while clutching a workbook to her chest.

Good job, Nellie, he thought.

She did exactly what he wanted, his cock twitching faintly at the memory of her thick thighs and trembling moans.

"It just wants me to sit on your face, right?" Sophia said flatly, her blue eyes narrowing, her cheeks flushing pink, her small breasts rising with a quick breath.

Lia raised her hand like she was asking a teacher, her voice hesitant but curious. "Can I sit on your back instead? I am a bit uncomfortable sitting your face."

Lor slapped his hand to his forehead so hard it echoed against the bookshelf, his hazel eyes squeezing shut as he fought a laugh.

He leaned in close, dropping his voice to a hushed growl, his breath warm against their ears.

"Listen carefully. The Guiding Light... requires perverted activities. It doesn’t work unless the recipient willingly sacrifices dignity and embraces the heat of the flesh. Only then will it shine its wisdom."

Lia recoiled, her green eyes widening, her plush thighs pressing together under her skirt. "Nope. Fuck off."

But Sophia...

Sophia gulped, her cheeks pink, her blue eyes sharp but wavering, her small breasts rising with a quick, nervous breath.

Lor narrowed his eyes, catching the flush on her face, the way her fingers tightened around her quill.

"Don’t worry," he said with a smirk, his voice low and teasing. "The Light doesn’t like you. Even if I asked, it wouldn’t help."

He started to stand, grabbing his books, ready to leave the, behind, his heart racing with the thrill of the game.

But then—

Snatch.

Sophia grabbed his wrist.

Hard.

She yanked him back down into the chair with more strength than her petite frame suggested, her blue eyes blazing with resolve, her cheeks burning red.

"Let him go," Lia said, standing halfway up, her curls bouncing, her curvy figure tensing. "He’s a pervert loser anyway."

"Shut up, Lia," Sophia snapped, her voice sharp, her grip on Lor’s wrist unrelenting.

Lia blinked, her green eyes wide. "What?"

"We know it works," Sophia said, her blue eyes locked on Lor’s, her voice shaking but firm.

"We’ve seen it work. Eva, Olivia, Myra, Viora, and even the lowest scorer, Nellie. You think that’s normal? Also Lia, grow up. There’s nothing wrong with... perverted things. We’re adults. It’s not like we haven’t thought about it. Might as well do it if it helps."

Her voice trembled, not with fear but with resolve, her small breasts heaving under her uniform, her pussy tingling faintly at the thought of submitting to the ritual.

Lia’s jaw tightened, her plush thighs shifting as she crossed her arms, her green eyes flicking between Lor and Sophia. "...You’re serious?"

Sophia nodded, her twin tails swaying slightly, her cheeks flushed but her gaze unwavering.

Lia’s eyes narrowed, her curls bouncing as she leaned back, her curvy figure tense. "...Fine. But I’m not calling it ’perverted activities’. That sounds dumb."

Sophia smirked, her blue eyes glinting with a mix of determination and mischief she leaned closer to Lor, her grip on his wrist softening but not releasing.