But Silvia's hazel eyes kept flicking to Lor.
To his shirt—the very one she had sniffed, clutched to her chest like a lover's pillow, her pussy throbbing at the memory of her own desperate release.
She focused on her strict teacher's persona, forcing composure, but her thighs pressed together under her skirt, betraying her lingering arousal.
She cleared her throat, her voice steadying. "Now… if the mana flow is split across dual nodes, the stabilization—"
Her voice cracked slightly.
She coughed, her cheeks flushing as she adjusted her glasses, her generous chest rising with a quick breath.
In the middle rows, Viora and Myra leaned toward each other, whispering behind raised notebooks, their eyes darting to the back corner.
"Look at them," Myra hissed, her brunette curls bouncing as she leaned closer, her full breasts pressing against her desk. "They totally fucked."
