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

The rain tapped louder outside, echoing the pulse between them.

Then Elen thrust—deep, slow—each inch pushing a guttural gasp from Mira's throat.

Her back arched, her breasts bouncing under the strained lace of her bra, nipples hard and aching.

He leaned down and latched onto one, sucking it through the fabric like a man starving, tongue circling, teeth grazing until she cried out, fingernails scoring hot lines down his back.

"Fuck, you're tight," he growled, voice raw with hunger, hips grinding in time with his panting breath.

"Harder," she hissed, voice shaking, her hands clutching his shoulders, her pussy squeezing around him with every thrust like it didn't want to let go.

He gave it to her—harder, faster—hips slamming into hers with punishing rhythm, the bedframe groaning, wood creaking under the force.

Her moans grew louder, shameless, ragged things torn from her lungs as she rocked up to meet every brutal stroke.

Elen X Mira 2