CHAPTER 128: LIA AND SOPHIA

Lia’s house wasn’t secluded or eerie—it was a good, well-kept home nestled between two artisan families in the heart of the town, its stone fences and bright window shutters glowing softly in the moonlight.

Flowerbeds hung from wrought-iron hooks, their petals swaying in the evening breeze.

The front porch smelled faintly of cinnamon and spell chalk, and when Lia unlocked the door, the quiet hum of warding spells faded to a soft tone, welcoming them inside.

The interior was cozy and warm.

Books were stacked haphazardly on side tables, woven rugs softened the wooden floors, and a fireplace flickered low, casting a golden glow across the room.

They moved through the foyer and up to Lia’s room on the second floor, their steps quiet on the creaking stairs.

Her room was surprisingly tidy—simple sheets on a narrow bed, high bookshelves crammed with texts, alchemical diagrams half-finished on parchment rolls scattered across a wide desk, and a soft lamp burning lavender oil in a glass vial, its scent mingling with the faint musk of their earlier tension.

"I’ll make tea," Lia said, setting her bag down, her red curls bouncing as she moved, her curvy figure swaying under her skirt, her green eyes bright but nervous.

A few minutes later, she returned with a ceramic tray, placing it on the floor between them—three small teacups steaming with herbal warmth, a plate of shortbread cookies, slightly overbaked but clearly homemade, their buttery scent filling the room.

Sophia took a bite, her blonde twin tails swaying, her blue eyes sharp but hesitant as she chewed, her petite frame cross-legged on the floor.

Lor didn’t touch anything, his hazel eyes already on the space between them, his lean frame tense.

Sophia swallowed, her small breasts rising with a quick breath. "Can you ask it now?"

Lor gave her a slow nod, his gaze flicking between her and Lia, who sat nervously beside her, her plush thighs pressing together under her skirt. "I’ll need a silver coin."

Sophia reached into her purse and pulled one out, flicking it toward him with trembling fingers, her blue eyes wide with anticipation.

He caught it, held it for a moment, the metal cool against his skin, his heart racing with the familiar thrill of the Guiding Light scam.

Then, slowly, Lor knelt on the floor, placing the coin in the center between them, the wood creaking softly under his weight.

He closed his eyes, his tousled black hair falling into his face, and the moment he did, the air changed—thickening, humming with an unseen charge.

The coin began to tremble.

Then float.

It rose up slowly, silently—hovering between them like it was lifted by invisible strings, the faint glow of the lavender lamp dimming as if bowing to its presence.

A low hum vibrated in the floorboards, the room growing heavy with anticipation.

Lor opened his eyes.

They glowed white-gold, not amber, not human, a light that sent a shiver through both girls.

His voice, when he spoke, was no longer his, deep and layered, like multiple voices woven together. "What... guidance do you seek, child?"

Sophia’s blue eyes went wide, her small breasts rising with a quick gasp. "Holy... shit. This is real."

"Real real," Lia whispered, inching closer, her freckles pale against her flushed cheeks, her green eyes wide, her plush thighs trembling faintly under her skirt.

Sophia leaned forward, heart pounding, her voice shaky but determined. "Make me the smartest person in the world!"

The coin pulsed once, the light flaring briefly.

Lor’s possessed gaze turned on her, cold and unyielding.

"You are a fool," he said, his voice booming, echoing in the small room. "You do not understand the difference between guidance... and a wish."

Sophia flinched, her cheeks flushing pink. "What?!"

Lia snorted, her curls bouncing. "Told you."

"I want to top the Interclass Academic Tournament," Lia said quickly, her voice steadier, her green eyes earnest. "That’s not a wish, right?"

The coin trembled again, the hum intensifying.

"You are also a fool," the Light boomed, its voice cutting through the air. "You still seek a result. Not a path to guide."

Sophia and Lia glanced at each other, whispering frantically, their voices low and urgent.

"...Okay, okay!" Sophia said at last, her blue eyes flashing with determination. "We want guidance. Guidance to get better. At spell theory. And math. For the upcoming tournament."

Lor’s glowing gaze narrowed, the white-gold light piercing through them, the coin stilling in the air.

And then, slowly, it lowered—falling back to the floor with a soft clink, now dull and lifeless.

Lor’s body sagged, his hands coming up to his head as he groaned, rubbing his temples like something heavy had passed through him.

"Gods," he muttered, his voice his own again, hoarse and tired. "That... was heavier than usual."

Sophia and Lia waited, breathless, their eyes wide, Sophia’s small breasts rising with anticipation, Lia’s plush thighs pressing together under her skirt.

Lor looked up at them, his hazel eyes half-lidded, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. "The Light’s demands... are high tonight."

"Why?" Lia asked, her voice small, her green eyes nervous.

"Two reasons," Lor said, sitting straighter, his tone low, his cock stirring faintly at the thought of what was to come. "One—it’s still pissed at you both. Two—spell theory and math are two different domains. That’s a cumulative ritual. Twice the effort. Twice the offering."

Sophia swallowed, her blue eyes wide, her pussy tingling with a mix of fear and anticipation. "What’s the price?"

Lor leaned forward, his voice dropping to a husky whisper, his hazel eyes glinting with mischief. "The Light... demands you both rub my dick between your ass cheeks. Together. Until I cum."

Sophia turned pink instantly, her small breasts heaving, her pussy throbbing faintly under her skirt, her cheeks burning as she clutched her hands in her lap.

"And," Lor added calmly, his smirk widening, "after that, it wants me to play with your breasts for ten minutes, however I want."