Eva nodded, her green eyes wide with guilt, her blue bow bobbing as she looked between them.

"I know. I messed up. I'll make it up to you, I swear," she said, her voice earnest, her blush deepening as she glanced back at Lor, who leaned against the doorframe, watching with amusement.

Outside, Lor turned to Nellie and Olivia, his hazel eyes glinting with curiosity.

"So, how'd the test go for you two?" he asked, his voice casual but interested, his grin playful.

"Those basics—math, subtraction, multiplication, the spell theory stuff like mana flows and charm structures—did you nail them?"

Nellie's freckled cheeks flushed, a shy smile breaking through as she adjusted her glasses.

"Yeah, we did," she said, her voice soft but proud. "The subtraction was tricky, but Eva's notes helped a lot. And the charm structures were easy after your ritual. Thanks, Lor."

Olivia's hazel eyes met his, her expression warmer than usual, though still guarded.

"Got decent marks," she said, her voice steady.

"The mana flow questions were simple because of you. Didn't think I'd owe you one, but… here we are." Her lips twitched into a rare smile, her tight pants shifting as she crossed her arms.

Lor's grin widened, his black hair falling into his eyes as he leaned closer, his voice teasing.

"Guess I'm just that good. I meant the guiding light.," he said, winking, his hazel eyes sparkling with mischief.

Inside, Eva's apology continued, Myra and Viora's grudging acceptance softening the tension.

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The group stepped out of the classroom, the corridor's quiet hum wrapping around them as they moved toward the academy's exit, their footsteps echoing softly on the polished stone floor.

As they reached the academy's arched exit, Lor's hazel eyes caught a familiar figure leaning against the outer wall—Kiara.

Her sleek black hair spilled over her shoulder, her tight uniform clinging to her busty, curvy figure.

Her icy blue eyes locked onto Lor, a storm of emotions flickering across her sharp face—regret, longing, maybe anger—but as she noticed the group around him, her expression hardened.

Lor met her gaze for a brief moment, his face blank, then turned his head away, his black hair falling into his eyes as he strode past.

Kiara's lips parted, but she turned her face away, her posture stiffening, unable to approach him with the others so close.

The girls around Lor fell silent as they passed her, the weight of her presence pressing on them like a cold wind.

Myra's brown eyes flicked to Kiara, then away, her freckled cheeks flushing slightly.

Viora's green eyes narrowed, her smirk fading as she kept her gaze forward.

Eva's fingers twisted her blue bow, her green eyes avoiding Kiara entirely.

Nellie clutched her spellbook tighter, her gray-green eyes darting nervously, while Olivia's hazel eyes remained steady, though her lips pressed into a thin line.

The tension hung heavy until they stepped into the bustling town streets, the academy's shadow fading behind them, replaced by the lively chatter of shopkeepers and the clatter of carts.

As the cobblestones crunched under their boots, the girls relaxed, their voices bubbling up in the warm evening air. Myra glanced at Lor, her brown eyes curious but cautious.

"So… what was that with Kiara back there?" she asked, her voice low, her freckled cheeks still flushed from the classroom. "She was just… standing there, staring. And you didn't even look at her."

Viora nodded, her green ponytail bouncing, her toned frame swaying as she walked.

"Yeah, she's been weird lately," she said, her voice dry but probing. "Yesterday, when you were absent, Lor, she was all grumpy, rolling her eyes, glaring at everyone in class like we'd personally offended her."

Eva's green eyes flicked up, her blue bow bobbing as she spoke softly.

"She didn't talk to anyone all day," she said, her voice hesitant, her knit top clinging to her curves as she shifted. "Just sat there, looking… mad. Or sad, maybe."

Nellie's gray-green eyes peered at Lor through her glasses, her freckled cheeks pink.

"Did something happen between you two?" she asked, her voice soft but curious, her spellbook clutched tightly. "You used to be so close."

Olivia's hazel eyes narrowed, her tone cool but intrigued.

"Yeah, what's the deal?" she asked, her tight pants accentuating her hips as she crossed her arms.

"Did she cheat on you? Or was she too… dominating? Like, making you her slave or something? Was she demanding more money?" Her lips twitched, half-teasing, half-serious.

Lor's grin widened, a silent laugh bubbling inside him as he walked, his black hair falling into his hazel eyes.

Cheating? he thought, amused. If anything, I'm the one cheating on her, technically.

Their relationship had always been a twisted dance—Kiara's perversion matching his own, her possessiveness a thrill he couldn't resist, even encouraging his "Guiding Light" rituals with other girls as freely and erotic as he wanted.

It was complicated, messy, but oddly comforting, their shared deviancy a secret bond.

But now, with the bond severed and her icy gaze lingering, things felt… off.

He shrugged, his voice casual but guarded.

"We broke up," he said, his tone light but final. "Things got weird. That's all you need to know."

The girls exchanged glances, sensing the weight behind his words, their curiosity checked by his tone.

Myra bit her lip, her brown eyes softening.

"Okay," she said quietly, her freckled cheeks still flushed, her blouse clinging to her curves as she walked. "We won't pry."

Viora nodded, her green eyes glinting with understanding, her toned frame swaying.

"Yeah, sounds messy," she said, her voice dry, her skirt riding up slightly to reveal a flash of red lace. "Your call, Lor."

Eva's gaze flicked to a nearby vendor stall, the savory scent of grilled skewers wafting through the air, the vendor's wife standing at the counter, her busty figure accentuated by a low-cut blouse that showed off her cleavage, a deliberate draw for customers.

Lor's eyes lingered on her, a familiar heat stirring—he'd always liked this stall, not just for the food but for the wife's flirty smile and the way her curves strained against her top.

Eva caught his look, her green eyes twinkling with mischief as she stepped forward, pulling out a small coin purse.

"My treat," she said, her voice bright, her blue bow bobbing as she moved. "For everyone. To… make up for earlier."

Nellie's gray-green eyes widened, her freckled cheeks flushing as she stepped forward, her spellbook tucked under her arm.

"No, let me pay," she said, her voice soft but insistent, reaching for her own coins. "You don't have to, Eva."

Eva shook her head, her blue-streaked hair swaying, her knit top clinging to her plump thighs as she handed coins to the vendor's wife, who flashed a knowing smile.

"I owe you all," Eva said, her voice firm, her blush deepening as she glanced at Myra and Viora. "Consider it part of my apology."

The vendor's wife, her low-cut blouse dipping low as she leaned forward to hand over the skewers, winked at Lor, her busty figure on full display.

"Extra sauce for the handsome one?" she teased, her voice sultry, her curves pressing against the counter.

Lor's grin widened, his hazel eyes sparkling as he took the skewer, the savory meat warm and dripping, the group gathering around the stall, the town's market alive with the clatter of carts, the calls of other vendors hawking enchanted trinkets and herbal potions, the air thick with the scent of spices and grilled foods.

Myra bit into her skewer, the juice dripping down her chin, her brown eyes lighting up.

"This is amazing," she said, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, her freckled cheeks still flushed. "Better than academy slop. Eva, you picked a good spot."

Viora nodded, her green eyes glinting as she tore into her meat, her toned frame relaxed for the first time that evening.

"Yeah, not bad," she said, her voice casual, but her smirk softened as she glanced at Eva. "Guess your apology's off to a good start. But don't think this means we're best friends now."

Eva's green eyes brightened, her blue bow bobbing as she laughed softly, her plump thighs shifting as she leaned against the stall.

"Fair enough," she said, her voice warm, her blush fading into a shy smile. "But… we're good, right? I mean, we're all in Class D together. Might as well stick it out."

Nellie chewed thoughtfully, her gray-green eyes thoughtful behind her glasses, her freckled cheeks pink.

"It was nice to have been included in a group for once," she said, her voice soft, her spellbook tucked under her arm.

"Usually, it's every one for themselves in that class. Thanks for pulling it together, Eva—even if it was last-minute."

Olivia's hazel eyes met Lor's, her expression guarded but thawing, her tight pants hugging her hips as she crossed her arms, skewer in hand.

"Yeah, didn't expect to pass that easy," she said, her voice steady but with a rare hint of camaraderie.

"Your rituals are weird, Lor, but they work. Your grandfather really struck gold."

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