"Ma… amm… soo sorrr…yyy… myyy… tum… myyy… aches," Caroline stuttered, her words broken as Trevor continued to excite her tight hole under the desk.
Trevor wasn't nearly as scared anymore. From where Miss Silvia stood, he was almost certain she would never catch sight of what was happening beneath Caroline's skirt.
He was completely in the mood now, pulling off subtle stunts with his fingers as Caroline struggled to hold back.
"Mmmmh…" Caroline groaned, clamping her lips together. It was getting harder to keep her self-control intact.
Her body screamed for her to pull Trevor's hand deeper into her honey pot, but Miss Silvia was standing right in front of her.
"Oh my God, I'm really sorry to hear that," Miss Silvia said, mistaking Caroline's groan for pain.
"Don't worry. See me immediately after class so that I can help you."
Caroline nodded frantically, masking the real reason behind her trembling.
Just as Miss Silvia was about to turn away, Trevor accidentally came into sight.
"Trevor, why is your chair so close to Caroline's?" Miss Silvia asked, stepping closer.
Trevor's mind raced. Then he steadied himself and answered with confidence:
"I was actually lost during the class, so I moved closer to Caroline so I could copy her notes."
Miss Silvia studied him in silence for a few moments, her piercing eyes trying to judge if he was telling the truth. Then she turned back to the board. Within a minute, she rounded up the class.
Trevor slowly withdrew his fingers from Caroline's tight pussy, which by now was already drenched with its heavenly juices.
A screen flashed before his eyes:
[You made a girl wet — Strength +5 | Endurance +5 | Agility +2 | Flexibility +5]
Trevor smirked.
This is just the beginning, he thought. With practice, he would only get better.
He didn't say a word. Head bowed, he pretended to scribble notes like nothing had happened.
About three minutes later, Caroline finally stood and went to see Miss Silvia, her steps shaky from what she had just endured.
The rest of the classes dragged on as usual. By the end of the day, after what felt like an exhausting schedule, it was finally time for combat lessons to begin.
Mr. Alex, their combat instructor, strode into the room.
He was a tall, broad-shouldered man, his body forged by years of battle and street fights. His presence alone demanded respect.
The combat room itself was massive, lined with glass windows and filled with every tool and piece of equipment needed for rigorous training.
Trevor focused hard. In his mind, combat was the most important part of his education—if he couldn't defend himself, nothing else would matter.
Mr. Alex began with a lesson on offense and defense. He taught how to channel one's magical essence into precise maneuvers, explaining both striking techniques and defensive counters.
After the lecture came practice. Students were paired to spar using wooden swords and training gear.
Trevor had barely found his spot in the corner when two familiar figures walked up to him.
The sight of them instantly made anger and bitterness well up inside him, but he forced himself to stay calm.
"Well, if it isn't the perverted little boy," Levi sneered mockingly.
He leaned closer, smirking cruelly. "You know, your ex tastes amazing in bed.
Her pussy is absolutely delicious… I savor it every time. Is that what you experienced when you had her? Oh wait—" Levi chuckled darkly, "—you never got that far, did you? Pathetic."
Beside him, Lisa bowed her head, unable to meet Trevor's eyes.
Levi continued his taunts. "Sorry, I forgot—you'll never get a taste of anyone in this class. Or in this whole school." He laughed mockingly.
Trevor clenched his jaw, then spoke in a calm, steady tone:
"I challenge you in the combat training. Be my partner."
Levi froze for a moment, shocked. Then his expression twisted into disbelief. This idiot must be crazy, he thought.
My essence is one of the strongest in the class, and he's the biggest loser Class D has ever seen.
Levi's essence was speed—deadly, blinding speed. Against him, opponents rarely even saw the strike before they were taken down.
"Sure. I'd love to tear you apart,"
Levi said with a smile, brimming with confidence.
Trevor walked away calmly, but inside, he was a storm of nerves. Normally, he paired up with the weakest students and still ended up losing. Now, he had openly invited humiliation.
As the duels began, Trevor felt his chest tighten. He wasn't strong at all—not yet. The small stat boost from earlier was barely a drop of water compared to Levi's overwhelming advantage.
But this was different. He couldn't afford to look like a coward. He had to show strength. He had to prove—at least to himself—that he didn't need Lisa or anyone else to define him.
"...And for the last duel of the day, we have Trevor against Levi," Mr. Alex finally announced.
Instantly, the atmosphere exploded into chaos. Students murmured in shock and disbelief. How could someone like Trevor challenge someone like Levi?
Despite the commotion, Trevor stepped onto the stage with quiet determination. Outwardly, he looked calm; inside, he braced himself for the beating of his life.
Levi stretched his neck and rolled his shoulders, taking his stance. His eyes glimmered with predatory glee.
"I'll give you one last chance," Levi taunted. "Resign publicly, and I'll spare you the broken bones."
Trevor didn't respond. He simply held his stance, eyes locked on Levi. Resigning now would only prove Levi right—that he was weak, pathetic, and unworthy.
Without warning, the fight began.
Levi blurred forward, moving faster than the eye could track.
In an instant, two devastating punches landed—one to Trevor's back, another to his abdomen. The blows sent shockwaves through his body.
Trevor staggered, his vision flashing white. He's too fast… I didn't even see it coming…
Levi stopped in his tracks, shocked that Trevor hadn't collapsed already. Trevor's knees trembled, his vision blurry, but he refused to fall.
They were supposed to start with wooden swords, then escalate if needed—but Levi had broken that rule the moment the duel began.
Fresh blood filled Trevor's mouth, metallic and warm. He staggered back, clutching his ribs. His breath came out ragged, but his eyes still locked on Levi.
"Pathetic," Levi sneered, vanishing in a blur. He reappeared above Trevor, wooden sword raised high, before slamming it down with lightning speed onto Trevor's head.
The impact cracked like thunder. Trevor crashed to the ground, blood dripping from his lips, his body limp as if it couldn't take another hit.
The crowd gasped. Some turned their faces away, convinced it was over.
"Enough for today," Mr. Alex said firmly, taking a step forward to separate them.
But then—
Trevor's fingers twitched against the wooden floor.
Slowly, painfully, he pushed himself up. His hair shadowed his face, blood trailing down his chin, but his legs didn't give way.
Levi's smirk faltered.
Trevor lifted his head, and for the first time, his eyes weren't dull. They glowed faintly—. He could see it now.