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

-- Lor current status : not a virgin

Academy's Pervert in the D Class

The soft patter of rain played against the windows like a lullaby, the evening storm deepening outside.

The house was quiet—Lor tucked away in his room, the clink of dishes faded.

The scent of herbs, simmered meat, and firewood lingered, warm and grounding.

Mira stood at the sink, rinsing the last bowl with practiced grace, her black hair falling neatly down her back, tied in a loose ribbon.

She dried her hands, glancing over her shoulder, a playful glint in her eyes.

Elen leaned against the doorway, arms crossed, his brown eyes holding a warmth that went beyond casual observation—steady, deep, hungry.

"You've been staring since dinner," Mira said, her tone light, teasing, a smile curling her lips.

"Maybe I like the view," Elen replied, voice low, rough from work, thick with unspoken desire.

She turned slowly, wiping her hands on her apron, then untied it with a flick of her wrist.

Elen X Mira 1