pertwk Chapter 7: Olivia!
Chapter 7: Olivia!
Chapter 7 - Olivia!Lor's heart pounded, though his wide-eyed expression was pure theater.
"Olivia! Why are you doing this to me?" he gasped, struggling against the ropes binding his wrists, his voice trembling as if he were truly terrified.
The abandoned classroom was dim, its broken windows letting in slivers of gray light, the air heavy with dust and the faint creak of old floorboards.
Olivia stood before him, her light brown hair styled in a short, wavy bob that framed her striking face.
Her hazel eyes glinted with a mix of suspicion and triumph, the flickering fire in her palm casting shadows over her tight shirt, which clung to her busty chest, and her tight pants, which hugged her hips and thighs like a second skin.
Lor's gaze lingered despite his act, her curves a distracting contrast to the tension in the room.
Olivia stepped closer, the flame in her hand steady, and held up a familiar scrap of paper.
"This was from me," she said, her voice low and sharp. She waved the note, the words "I know you helped Eva" scrawled across it, followed by Lor's casual "Ok" reply.
"So that was you," Lor said, his tone feigning surprise as he tugged at the ropes, his average build straining for effect. "What's this about?"
Olivia smirked, holding the paper closer, her shirt stretching slightly as she leaned in, offering a tantalizing glimpse of cleavage.
"What's with this 'Ok' nonsense? I slip you a note, and that's all you write?"
Lor shrugged, his hazel eyes meeting hers, his fear melting into a calculated nonchalance.
"What else was I supposed to do? You didn't make any demands or anything. Just 'I know you helped Eva.' So, yeah, Ok."
Olivia's eyes widened, then narrowed as she slapped her forehead, the flame in her hand flickering.
"Ugh, you're right. I forgot the blackmail part." She muttered under her breath, "No wonder I'm stuck in Class D."
Lor bit back a grin, his thoughts echoing her sentiment.
No wonder we're all in Class D.
But he kept his face nervous, tilting his head. "So, what's your demand now?"
Olivia straightened, her hazel eyes locking onto his, her busty figure silhouetted by the dim light. "I saw what you did with Eva," she said, her voice accusatory. "That coin-levitating trick, that weird thing you both were so focused on. What were you two doing?"
Lor's expression hardened, though his mind raced with amusement. "It's a secret," he said firmly. "I'm not telling."
Her smirk returned, sharper now.
She stepped closer, her tight pants emphasizing the sway of her hips.
"Then I'll tell Miss Silvia that Eva cheated on her tests. That you helped her using some cheat magic. A jump from two to ten in two days? That's suspicious enough. They'll believe me."
Lor's eyes narrowed, but his voice stayed calm. "We didn't cheat."
"Doesn't matter," Olivia said, tossing her wavy bob. "Eva's scores are too good, too fast. The teachers will investigate, and you'll both be in trouble."
Lor sighed, as if cornered, though he was already spinning his next move.
He slumped in the chair, his black hair falling over his eyes. "Fine. It wasn't cheating. It's... a magic of mine. A bloodline ability called the Guiding Light."
Olivia snorted, crossing her arms, her shirt straining further. "That sounds like complete bullshit."
"Maybe it is," Lor said, his grin creeping back. "But it's working for Eva. Why don't you try it? In exchange for keeping your mouth shut."
Olivia hesitated, her hazel eyes
"The Guiding Light has spoken," he said, his grin slow and deliberate. "To receive its wisdom, you must... twerk for five minutes."