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

"Uh, sure Miss Silvia," Lor said, his gaze darting to her chest again, catching the outline of her bra before he forced his eyes to the table. "My room's upstairs if you want to—"

"No rush," Silvia interrupted quickly, shaking her head, her auburn hair swaying. "You should eat first. Your mother's cooking is… incredible." Her smile was tight, her thighs pressing together, skirt riding higher, a glimpse of lace peeking out.

"Damn right it is," Mira said proudly, piling food onto plates—golden pancakes, sizzling bacon, the scent filling the room. "Sit, both of you. Talk later—eat now."

Lor slid into the chair beside Silvia, close enough to feel the warmth radiating from her, her jasmine perfume mixing with the tea's faint aroma.

He pretended to focus on his plate, but his hazel eyes flicked to her, wet blouse and flushed cheeks, catching the way her breasts rose with each breath, the damp fabric clinging like a tease.