At first, Caroline didn't really think much about it.
Maybe he got lost in class and just wanted to catch up, she thought, still focused on the lecture.
But deep down, she had a gut feeling—Trevor had never approached her for any kind of conversation before.
Although Caroline was timid, she was some kind of low-key celebrity because of her beauty.
People often approached her to talk, even if she never sought attention.
Trevor's heart skipped a beat as he noticed Caroline wasn't bothered by their proximity.
She remained laser-focused on the lecture.
Does she know but is waiting for me to make a move? Or is she waiting to report me?
Or maybe she's just too focused on the class? Did she misinterpret?
He was lost in questions. Trevor stared at Caroline once more, activating the Eyes of Hades.
The heat map lit up, highlighting her most sensitive areas—her exposed thigh pulsed in the vision.
Trevor glanced around.
Everyone else was completely absorbed in their notes, the scratching of pens filling the room.
Miss Silvia stood at the board, explaining the history of the magical trolls.
Trevor knew this was his chance. Still, his heart beat too fast for him to keep calm. What if the system is lying?
It seemed unlikely, but the risk was real. Caroline was one of the most attractive girls in the class.
If things went wrong, he could destroy his reputation and face hate instead of the reputation he wanted to build.
In the middle of all this, Trevor forced himself to breathe. It's going to be fine, he reassured himself.
Then, with calculated calmness, he finally placed his hand on Caroline's thigh.
At first, Caroline was taken aback. Instinctively, she turned to look at Trevor—but his eyes were fixed on the board, as though he had been watching Miss Silvia the whole time.
Caroline guessed it was a mistake and turned back to focus. She decided that if he didn't move his hand within a minute, she would call his attention.
But to her surprise, it felt as though Trevor had pressed on some hidden chord inside her. restlessness crept over her body, and she struggled to suppress it.
Trevor felt her glance his way and fought to hide his anxiety. After a moment, regaining his composure, he began to lightly massage her thigh near the knee.
His eyes stayed glued to the board. Caroline's widened slightly. She wanted to stop him—she really did—but found herself unable to muster the courage.
When she didn't resist, Trevor grew bolder. His hand drifted upward, fingers tracing along her thigh with the faint scrape of his nails. His cock hardened, but he kept his expression neutral.
Caroline, meanwhile, burned in silence. She tried desperately to summon the will to stop him before she lost control—but she couldn't.
Her body betrayed her. She was getting wet.
Trevor calmly slipped his hand beneath her skirt, fingers brushing against her inner thighs.
"Arrg…" Caroline let out a muffled sound, quickly covering her mouth with her hand. She pretended to keep jotting down notes, though in reality she was drowning in emotion.
By now, Trevor's hand had slipped deeper beneath her skirt. He teased the soft flesh of her inner thighs, brushing closer and closer to her pussy.
Caroline was dripping wet. Embarrassment mixed with pleasure, and she bit her lip hard to stifle any sound as Trevor's hand neared her swollen pussy, already glistening with divine wetness.
Trevor kept his eyes on the teacher, glancing at the class only once in a while. Their seats were at the very back, near the wall.
He wasn't in plain view, but people occasionally glanced back toward Caroline. She had many admirers, after all.
Then he grew bolder. Trevor's fingers traced the outline of her panties, teasing her heavenly entrance.
"Mmmph…" Caroline dropped her pen, biting down on her lips to suppress the moan that threatened to escape.
Trevor toyed with her, circling his finger around her entrance, dipping inside only slightly before pulling back again.
Caroline shuddered, waves of pleasure threatening her composure.
Finally, Trevor hooked his fingers around her panties and slid them down to mid-thigh, brushing her skin deliberately as he did.
Caroline bowed her head lower—she could no longer pretend to focus.
Trevor's hand returned, rubbing over the slick lips of her pussy, teasing the surface before slowly pressing his fingertips inside her tight hole.
"Mmhhhhh…" Caroline groaned softly, trembling. She couldn't take it anymore.
She reached down, clutching his wrist, pulling his fingers deeper inside as her self-control snapped.
"Arrrrghhh—!" she let out, louder this time, when Trevor finally penetrated her fully with his fingers.
Caroline's head snapped up slightly, panic flashing in her eyes. She clamped her mouth shut, trying to contain herself.
"Who made that sound?" Miss Silvia's sharp voice cut through the room.
Silence.
No one responded.
The teacher began walking slowly down the side of the room where Trevor and Caroline sat.
Caroline began to panic slightly as she slowly tried to draw Trevor's hand out but was weak she lacked the energy.
Miss Silvia approached them as it looked like she had seen them all along.
Caroline was so tense she tried to remove Trevor hands despite the pleasure she felt pulsing through her veins.
Trevor watched as misses Silvia approached them more and more this might turn into a humiliation if she finds out.
Trevor kept thinking fast he knew this wasn't the best time to Pull out his hands from Carolines honey pot since miss Silvias eyes were already stationed on them.
Caroline kept thinking just as miss Silvia approached them.
Caroline began to panic slightly as she weakly tried to draw Trevor's hand out, but she lacked the strength.
Miss Silvia kept approaching, and it looked as if she had seen them all along.
Caroline was so tense—she wanted to push Trevor's hand away despite the waves of pleasure pulsing through her veins.
Trevor, on the other hand, watched as Miss Silvia got closer and closer.
His heart pounded; this could easily turn into pure humiliation if she found out.
He thought quickly. Pulling his hand out now would be the worst choice—Miss Silvia's eyes were already stationed in their direction.
Caroline's mind raced as she tried to think of what to do just as Miss Silvia's shadow loomed over their desk.
"E-Emm… it was me," Caroline suddenly blurted out.
She knew confessing was the only way to get Miss Silvia to stop. Though it was a fifty-fifty gamble, she did it anyway.
Miss Silvia's steps didn't slow. Even after hearing Caroline's confession, she kept moving forward.
Caroline's heart skipped a beat. This might be it—she might really be in trouble.
The whole class was already staring at her.
But just as the tension reached its peak, Miss Silvia came to a stop right in front of Caroline's desk.
Her gaze sharpened.
"Caroline, why did you choose to distract my class?" she asked.