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

Lor's voice slid through the classroom's fading hum like a blade,, carrying a weight that made Kiara's breath hitch.

Her icy blue eyes snapped to his, searching for a trap in his hazel gaze, but found only a steady, unyielding spark—confidence, not arrogance, a challenge wrapped in calm.

Kiara's lips parted, to say something, but Lor didn't give it room to land.

He stepped closer, his stride smooth, predatory, closing the distance until he was inches from her, his presence a quiet storm.

Her pulse jumped, her body tensing under his gaze.

She'd meant to cage him, to lock him in her orbit, but now, with his eyes on her, she felt the leash tightening around her own throat.

"You—" she started, voice sharp but faltering, her dark bangs framing a face caught between defiance and unease.

Lor's hand found her wrist, his touch light but firm, fingers curling with a warmth that sent a spark up her arm.

chances