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

She sat near the back, jacket loose around her shoulders, skirt hitched just high enough to tease, black lace peeking as her legs crossed, her foot bouncing slowly, confidently.

Her dark bangs framed a sharp face, black eyes locking onto his with a smile—not mocking, not seductive, but knowing, like she'd tossed a spark into dry grass and was watching it catch.

Her lips curled, a subtle challenge, her breasts shifting under her blouse, nipples faintly pressing through, a reminder of her on his bed, thighs parted, voice demanding the Light.

Her smile widened, barely, a glint of triumph in her eyes, as if she'd orchestrated this shift—the stares, the silence, the girls' avoidance.

He blinked once, looking away, pretending not to care, but his mind screamed: Kiara did something. She stirred this.

WHAT THE FUCKKK DID SHE DOOOOO