Gorgon_Monster

[Mature Warning : Contains Lemons]

Lor finds himself in Class D, a group of misfits struggling with poor grades, weak magical control, or social challenges. 

To his surprise, the academy’s curriculum feels absurdly simple—akin to second-grade math—making it easy for him to excel if he chose to. Yet, he prefers to stay under the radar.

Coincidentally, in Class D: Lor is the only male student, surrounded by a group of strikingly attractive female classmates.

While most of them dream of elevating their class to the prestigious A-tier, their efforts consistently fall short.

Seeing their struggles, Lor decides to step in—but on his own terms. 

He spins a tale of a mysterious magical power, a “the Guiding Light” that demands he fulfill perverted, obscene acts in exchange for his guidance. 

In truth, there’s no such power. Lor relies solely on his sharp intellect to mentor his classmates, all while maintaining his façade as an average, unassuming student.

Thus, helping their D Class emerge through the ranks.

"I want to score better in math."
"That will be 5 minutes of squeezing your...."
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Contains anal, bdsm, threesomes, kinks, perverted things, orgies. oyakodon, milf, etc etc.
This has a blend of classroom of the elite. a bit of. 
no ntr no yuri
- Everyone is above the age of 18/ equivalent

Academy's Pervert in the D Class

Lor leaned against a dusty desk, his hazel eyes gleaming behind his messy black hair, his grin subtle but wicked.

He knew this day would come and he had this planned for a long while.

An act which had more to it than it appeared.

"Don't forget to alternate after each slap," Lor said, voice low and theatrical. "Ten each. Make it count, or the Light won't grant its wisdom."

"Ya Ya. now shut up." Viora snapped and nodded, gesturing for Myra to start.

Myra sighed, her skirt clinging to her curvy hips as she bent across Viora's lap, her skirt inching up to reveal the edge of her lacy black panties, taut over her plump ass.

She braced her hands on the floor, her brown eyes flashing reluctance. "Soft, Viora. Like we agreed."

The first slap landed—a gentle pat, barely stirring Myra's cheeks, the jiggle so faint it was more cute than sensual, her panties shifting slightly.