CHAPTER 206: DIVIDED

"88 divided by 8 is 11."

Both girls turned sharply, the abrupt words slicing through the charged air like a misplaced puzzle piece.

Lor had opened his eyes, his voice calm and casual, but the statement hung oddly in the tension-filled room.

He blinked once, then looked up at them, a faint, genuine smile tugging at the corners of his lips, softening his usually lazy expression.

Olivia’s mouth parted in surprise, her hazel eyes widening as she processed it. "What?"

Lor leaned back against the wall, stretching his legs out in front of him with a contented sigh, the movement casual but carrying a new confidence.

"Eleven. 88 by 8. I... I would’ve never gotten that right before. Not without sitting there, staring at the page, counting on my fingers like a total idiot, double-checking three times just to be sure."

Kiara’s smirk softened into something warmer, her posture relaxing as she watched him, and trying to stifle herself from laughing.

Olivia stared, her notebook still clutched in her white-knuckled grip like a lifeline.

She knew Lor all too well—his reputation as the bottom-ranked slacker, the guy who could barely scrape through spell theory exams, who fumbled even the most basic addition problems in class, let alone division, drawing silent snickers from the back rows.

To hear him spit it out so cleanly, so confidently, without a hint of hesitation—it rattled her foundations, stirring an unfamiliar mix of intrigue and unease.

"The Guiding Light really..." she whispered, almost to herself, her voice trailing off as the realization sank in. "...really works this way too."

Lor pushed off the wall and stood up slowly, brushing a speck of dust from his trousers with a casual flick.

His shirt was still untucked, his hair tousled from the earlier exertion, but there was a spark in his hazel eyes now—something sharper, more focused.

"I feel different. Smarter. Like something’s actually... sticking this time." He met her gaze, not with his usual lazy, half-hearted grin, but with a quiet intensity that made the air between them hum.

Olivia’s stomach flipped unexpectedly, a flutter that caught her off guard.

She’d come here with a clear agenda—to use him, to extract what she needed for her own gains and walk away unscathed.

But now, standing there in the fading light, he didn’t look like the hapless bottom-ranker anymore.

He looked like someone evolving, someone dangerous in his quiet transformation, and it stirred something deep within her—a reluctant admiration laced with a hint of fear.

Kiara stepped forward, brushing past Olivia with closeness, her shoulder grazing hers just enough to send a spark of awareness.

Her icy eyes fixed on Lor, gleaming with approval.

"Of course it works," she purred, her voice like velvet over steel. "Because you did exactly what the Light asked."

Her hand slid down his chest casually, fingers tracing the lines of his muscles through his shirt, lingering for just a second near his belt before retreating with a teasing slowness.

"And she gave you exactly what you needed."

Olivia clenched her notebook tighter, her pulse hammering in her ears, the faint flush on her face shifting from residual anger to something more complicated—jealousy? Desire? She couldn’t pin it down.

Lor chuckled under his breath, scratching the back of his head in that familiar, boyish way, but even that gesture carried a new edge.

"Guess I should thank you, Olivia. For... trusting me with that."

Her throat went dry, a lump forming that she had to swallow past.

She forced her voice to steady, injecting it with her usual sharpness. "...Just don’t get used to it."

But as she turned away, tugging at her blouse one final time, her hazel eyes betrayed her resolve.

They flicked toward him once more, lingering on the curve of his lips, the subtle confidence in his stance, before darting away quickly, her heart racing.

Lor smirked, a quiet satisfaction settling over him.

Inside, though, his thoughts burned with a fiercer fire.

First Nellie. Then Olivia. And with Kiara backing me at every step.

The Guiding Light’s web is growing. They don’t even realize how tightly they’re caught already.

He clenched his fist subtly at his side, feeling sharper than he had in days.

And for the first time, he wasn’t just lust-drunk.

He was hungry.

Viora and Myra. Lock up your moms. Cause I am coming for them next.

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Olivia’s hurried exit left a faint echo in the classroom, the door’s sharp slam reverberating off the walls like a punctuation mark to the charged encounter.

Her notebook, clutched tightly to her chest, might as well have been armor, but the way her steps clipped too quickly betrayed the cracks in her composure.

The air felt heavier in her absence, thick with the lingering scent of sweat and something sweeter, more primal.

Lor exhaled, his body sagging against the edge of the desk as a slow, satisfied grin spread across his face.

His trousers were still wrinkled, clinging awkwardly to his thighs, and his dark hair was a mess.

His chest buzzed with a cocktail of triumph and adrenaline, the afterglow of their encounter pulsing through him like a second heartbeat.

"That," he said, glancing at Kiara with a spark in his hazel eyes, "was incredible."

Kiara leaned back against the opposite desk, her arms folded under her bust, accentuating the curve of her figure beneath her fitted jacket.

Her smirk was sharp, playful, but there was a glint of something deeper in her icy-blue eyes.

"You mean me rescuing your ass?... or wait. It was me handing you over an ass." she teased, tilting her head so her dark hair caught the fading light streaming through the classroom windows.

Lor chuckled, the sound low and warm.

"I thought I’d only get a blowjob at best. But thanks to you and your smart idea and acting..." His grin widened, a flash of teeth that carried a hint of cockiness.

"I actually got to fuck Olivia. And gods, Kiara, that was—"