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 woke with a stretch that pulled at every sore muscle in his back, the mattress cradling him like a lover, his blanket twisted halfway off his legs.

His sleep had been deep, uninterrupted—well-earned after bending the sky to his will.

The memory of last night's rain spell flickered through his mind, a grin spreading across his face, his hazel eyes glinting with quiet pride.

He sat up slowly, rubbing his eyes, glancing at the faint damp trail of dried water from his open window to the floor, a ghost of his triumph even after magic-cleaning.

After a lazy yawn, he shuffled through his morning routine.

A quick piss, brushing his teeth with a half-hearted scrub, a splash of cold water to his, and a rinse of his black hair, leaving it tousled.

Sunlight climbed through the clouds, casting pale gold over his desk as he stepped back into his room.

A morning