Chapter 322: The Weeknd Afternoon
How?
She tried to push herself up. The weight on her back increased slightly as a firm hand pressed between her shoulder blades, holding her in place.
"Easy," Lor said. "You’re still dizzy. Give it a moment."
Kuri turned her head as much as the position allowed and finally saw the face above her.
Short dark hair. Calm hazel eyes. That same lazy, slightly detached expression she had seen in class every day for months.
The boy who never stood out. The boy who sat near the back of Class D, giving pervy gazes to every girl around him and who rarely spoke unless called upon.
Lor.
Her classmate.
The realization hit harder than the punch that had knocked her out.
He was supposed to be weak. A nobody. A bait.
But...
She twisted sharply, trying to roll off his lap.
The wooden cuffs held.
Her body only managed a short, useless thrash.
The motion pressed her full breasts harder against his thighs and made her hips shift across his lap.
Lor’s hand remained steady on her back, keeping her exactly where she was.
"Why," he asked, his voice still calm, "is a classmate of mine — someone I’ve never even spoken to — after me?"
Kuri’s sharp eyes locked onto his. She said nothing.
Lor studied her face in silence for several seconds.
Short, straight black hair that had come loose.
Almost the same height as him when standing.
Full curves that the tight suit made no effort to hide — pronounced breasts, narrow waist, wide hips. A lean, athletic body built for speed and precision. And those eyes.
Watchful. Professional.
Completely serious even while bound and face-down across his lap.
He had seen those eyes before.
More like felt them.
Not in class. Not openly.
But in the shadows. Watching him. The hostile presence he had felt more than once without ever being able to pin it down.
"Kuri," he said quietly, testing the name.
Her body went rigid beneath his hand.
That was all the confirmation Lor needed.
Kuri lurched again, harder this time, twisting her shoulders and forcing a knee beneath her. The wooden cuffs creaked in protest, straining against the force, but refused to give.
For one heartbeat, it almost looked like she might break free.
Lor caught her by the hips and shoved her flat before she could find her balance.
Silence.
Then—
SPANK.
His palm landed in a single, sharp swat across her ass.
The sound snapped through the still forest like a breaking branch.
Kuri froze.
A short, startled yelp escaped her throat before she could stop it.
Her ass shook under the impact, the tight fabric of the pants doing nothing to cushion the blow.
The flesh of her rear bounced once, then settled. A faint red heat began to bloom beneath the black material.
Lor’s eyes narrowed slightly with interest. He liked the way it felt under his hand — firm, full, and unexpectedly soft.
He raised his palm again and...
SPANK!
He delivered a second, equally solid spank to the same spot.
Another sharp crack. Another small shake of her ass. Another suppressed sound from Kuri’s throat.
"Calm down now," Lor said, his voice still light. "You’re only making your ass redder."
Kuri went still, breathing hard through her nose. Her sharp eyes glared up at him from the awkward angle, full of cold calculation rather than fear.
She was already assessing the situation, the strength of the wood, the distance to the nearest cover, the fact that he had somehow created restraints without any visible preparation.
How the hell did he have wooden cuffs out here in the middle of the forest?
The question burned in her mind, but she refused to give him the satisfaction of asking it out loud.
Lor continued to rock the swing gently, one hand resting on the warm curve of her ass as if it belonged there.
The motion made her body shift slightly with every pass, her full breasts pressing and sliding against his thighs. The dried blood on her neck caught the light whenever she turned her head.
"You attacked me," he said after a moment. "You tried to knock me out and take me somewhere. You’re a classmate I’ve never spoken to. And you’re very clearly not a normal student. So I’m going to ask again."
He gave her ass another firm squeeze, not quite a spank this time, just enough pressure to remind her of his hand.
"Why are you after me, Kuri?"
The forest waited with him.
Kuri’s silence stretched long. She did not waste words.
Lor’s hand rested on the full curve of her ass. He had already delivered two solid spanks through the tight ninja suit. Now he decided that was no longer enough.
"Still not talking?" he asked lightly.
Kuri still gave no answer. Her breathing stayed controlled, her eyes closed.
Lor hooked his fingers into the waistband of her pants and pulled.
The black fabric resisted for a moment, then slid down over the swell of her hips and the firm rounds of her ass.
He worked the material lower until it bunched around her thighs, trapping her legs. The thin black thong that remained was little more than a dark strip of fabric disappearing between her cheeks.
Her bare ass was now fully exposed to the open air of the forest — pale, smooth, and marked with two faint red handprints from the earlier strikes.
"Here we go again."
He raised his open palm and brought it down hard.
Spank!
The sound cracked through the trees. Kuri’s body jerked. A short, involuntary yelp escaped her throat before she clamped her lips shut again.
Her ass shook under the impact, the soft flesh bouncing once before settling. A deeper red bloomed across the cheek.
Lor struck the other side with equal force. Another sharp crack. Another yelp she could not quite contain. The twin handprints stood out clearly now against her skin.
He continued for several more blows, alternating sides, watching the way her full cheeks jiggled and reddened.
Each impact drew a sharper sound from her, but never a word of explanation. Her silence held.
Lor finally stopped and rested his warm palm against the heated flesh.
"Fine," he said.
"I have another way."
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