The evening sun cast a warm glow over Lor's modest home, the scent of his mother's cooking wafting through the air.
He was sprawled on his bed, flipping through a spellbook, when a knock came at the front door.
His mother's cheerful voice rang out. "Oh, Eva! Don't you look lovely!"
Lor sat up, his grin spreading.
Eva had come, just as he'd hoped.
He bounded downstairs to find her in the doorway, dressed in casual clothes—a tight pink crop top that hugged her full, curvy chest and a short denim skirt that barely covered her plump thighs.
Her dark blue hair with pink streaks was loose, the large blue bow replaced by a smaller clip, and her green eyes sparkled with a mix of pride and nerves.
"Thank you, Mrs. Vayne," Eva said, blushing at the compliment. "I got a seven out of a hundred on my math test today! Top five in Class D!"
Lor's mother gasped, her kind eyes wide. "Seven? That's wonderful, Eva! Good work! Maybe you can teach my Lor a thing or two—he's always struggling." She shot Lor a teasing look, her black hair swaying as she shook her head.
Eva giggled, glancing at Lor. "I'll try, but he's always so disinterested. Like he doesn't even care about the studies or his marks."
Lor's mother sighed. "You're telling me. I keep saying he should just work at his father's shop and skip this academy nonsense. But if you can get him to study, you're a miracle worker."
"I'll make sure he studies," Eva said, her tone earnest. "Don't worry." She paused, then added, "And if I ever need help, I'll let you know, Mrs. Vayne."
"Thank you, dear," Lor's mother said, beaming. "Now go on, you two. Study hard!"
Lor led Eva to his room, closing the door behind them.
The small space felt smaller with her presence, her crop top straining slightly as she moved, her skirt riding up as she sat on his chair.
Lor's eyes lingered, his pulse quickening.
He'd prepared his bed—fresh sheets, a single pillow—knowing what the "Guiding Light" would demand today.
Five minutes of facesitting from a girl as gorgeous and thicc as Eva?
His dreams were coming true.
"Didn't think you'd show," he said, leaning against his desk, his hazel eyes glinting. "Ready for more guidance?"
Eva nodded, her cheeks pink but her expression resolute. "I got a seven, Lor. That's huge for me. I want to do even better. Let's do it."
She pulled a black scarf from her bag.
"But you're wearing this," she said, holding up the scarf. "It's just sitting on your face, right? I don't want you looking down there."
Lor raised his hands, feigning innocence.
"Fair enough." He let her tie the blindfold over his eyes, the fabric soft but tight, plunging him into darkness.
His heart raced as he lay back on the bed, the mattress creaking under him.
He heard the rustle of fabric—Eva slipping off her panties, her breath hitching with hesitation. The air shifted as she crawled onto the bed, her scent—a mix of sweet perfume and something earthier—filling his senses.
Eva paused above him, her voice shaky. "No funny business, okay?" She straddled his head, her thighs brushing his cheeks, warm and impossibly soft.
Slowly, she lowered herself, her bare skin settling against his face, the plush weight of her ass cheeks enveloping him.
The warmth was overwhelming, her skin smooth and slightly slick, the faint musk of her arousal mingling with the heat of her body.
Lor's lips brushed against her, a gentle kiss that drew a gasp from Eva.
"Hey!" she snapped, pinching his nipple through his shirt. "No kissing!"
"Can't breathe otherwise," Lor mumbled, his voice muffled, his lips moving against her sensitive skin.
He licked lightly, teasing, feeling her shiver above him.
The pinch only made him bolder, his tongue tracing slow circles, her wetness growing despite her protests.
Eva's thighs trembled, her breath coming in short, flustered gasps, her attempts to stay composed faltering as her body responded.
"Stop that!" she hissed, pinching harder, but her voice was breathy, her hips shifting slightly. "Just… stay still."
Lor grinned against her, his hands resting lightly on her thighs, feeling their plush give.
The five minutes were glorious, each second a heady mix of warmth, softness, and her reluctant arousal.
When the time ended, Eva lifted herself abruptly, leaving his face oddly light, the air cool against his flushed skin.
He pulled off the blindfold, catching a glimpse of her adjusting her skirt, her face scarlet, her eyes avoiding his.
"Now guide me," she said, her voice firm despite her embarrassment, settling at his desk with her math book open.
Lor sat across from her, closing his eyes as if possessed.
"The Guiding Light guides us," he intoned, then opened his eyes, grabbing a handful of coins from his desk.
"Let's do addition up to a hundred. Picture these as gold pieces you're saving for a new dress." He placed ten coins in a row. "Ten gold pieces. Add another ten. How many?"
"Twenty," Eva said, her brow furrowing but her tone more confident than before.
"Good." Lor added more coins, grouping them in tens. "Now, five groups of ten. That's fifty, right? Add three more tens." He moved the coins, making it visual, like counting toys for a kid. "What's that?"
"Eighty," Eva said, her eyes lighting up as she followed along.
For the next hour, Lor guided her through addition, using coins, sketches of apples, and even imaginary shopping trips to keep it simple.
"You want to buy a bow for twelve gold and a skirt for fifteen," he said, drawing the items. "Add them up." Eva scribbled, her pencil moving faster, her answers coming quicker. By the end, she was adding numbers up to 100 with ease, her face glowing with pride.
"I did it!" she said, grinning. "I can add anything now!"
Lor leaned back, smirking. "Told you the Light works."
Eva gathered her things, her skirt swishing as she stood.
"Thanks, Lor. I have learnt a lot." She headed downstairs, calling out a cheerful goodbye to Lor's mother. "See you, Mrs. Vayne!"
Lor's mother poked her head into his room, her eyes twinkling. "Eva's such a nice girl. I wonder why she's studying with you."
Lor shrugged, his grin lazy. "Maybe studying with someone dumber than her boosts her morale."
His mother laughed. "Maybe... By the way, I made your favorite tonight—wash up and come eat."
"Okay," Lor said, his grin widening as he thought of Eva's thighs, her weight still lingering on his face.
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