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

She did—faster, clumsier, desperate now—the oil coating her palms made her slick and clumsy, but her breasts clung to him perfectly.

Flesh slapped flesh with every frantic glide, wet and obscene, each squish a staccato echo in the silent room.

Her breasts bounced, slippery and eager, trapping his cock in a tight, gliding prison of heat.

Her glasses slipped halfway down her nose, barely clinging on.

Strands of hair clung to her damp cheeks, sweat and oil tangling them in a wild frame.

Lor's voice cracked like thunder. "I'm—co—coming—!"

The first blast hit her chin like a slap, thick and scalding.

The next streaked across her cheek, cutting through a lock of hair.

Another strand of cum splattered her glasses, fogging the lens, and the last landed square above her breasts, high on her collarbone, a slow-dripping pearl.

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