NOVEL NEXT Chapter 57 – Being a Good Student
Attending a lecture felt weird. The droning voice of the lector lulled the audience into a trance, leaving them unable to understand the subject. Trade routes and the best produce of each region didn’t excite the students. They yawned and tried to blink the sleep away.
It was a problem Elana didn’t have. Although she, too, had trouble following the lesson. Albeit for different reasons than the rest. “Stop that.” She tried to remove Moira’s hand from her thigh.
Moira had done her best to be a pest and interrupt Elana’s studies. If it had been purely out of lust, she would have forgiven. But She knew Moira was abusing her cuteness to get ahead of Elana in grades.
“I am bored,” Moira whispered, sliding the hand higher, closer to Elana’s private spot. “Does it matter that my grades are a bit higher?” She pouted.
It did. Elana sent a withering glare at Moira, not letting her heart soften. “Yes.” She scribbled down another useless passage, trying not to enjoy Moira’s caresses. She then whispered again. “It will be the last test before we act, and I will do perfectly.”
“If you say so,” Moira then looked past Elana, where Catarina was sitting. “Hey,” She got the smaller girl’s attention. “Help me a bit.”
To Elana’s chagrin, Catarina didn’t outright deny the request. “With?” She mouthed.
“Elana needs a release.” Moira happily explained, leaning closer to Elana to conceal her actions beneath the table. “Now, help us out.”
“This is very underhanded.” Elana dryly noted. She bravely continued to listen to the lecture.
Moira giggled. “Was that on purpose?”
Elana tried to keep her knees together, but the gentle rubs made it hard to do. “What?”
“The underhanded part?” Moira laughed again. “Under. The table. Hands.” She spelt it out.”
“Just a hand - singular. And it was terrible. It certainly was not what I aimed at.” Elana shuddered - partly from the sensation spreading through her body and partly because of the unintentional joke she had made.
“Right. Just one hand.” Moira nodded along. “Catarina. Help me out.”
Catarina glanced around, checking if anyone had noticed the strange behaviour. While no one was paying attention, she still shook her head. “I don’t think that is wise.” She smartly bowed, trying to follow Elana’s example and failing. Her writing was a mess, barely legible.
Not that it stoped Moira. “I am telling you to do it. It wasn’t a suggestion.” Her tone turned harsh. “Besides,” She smiled again. “It will give your fingers a nice, pleasant aroma.”
“Don’t fall for it, Catarina. You can smell me after, regardless.” Elana tried not to sigh. She was resigning herself to being fingered and having to go to the library after to finish her preparations for the final test they would take.
There were just a few days left before they would have to leave for the capital. Elana still had not received proper support from her father. He had relented to get her a carriage, but that was about it.
At least Moira’s side was going smoothly. She had somehow gotten the prince to agree to show a royal treasure to her. Stealing it or getting the Idiot to bring it to the convention shouldn’t be hard.
Catarina had gotten most of the campus girls to support Elana. The way the Prince had treated his fiance had certainly helped. Her standing had improved immensely after the several blunders the Idiot had made.
Suddenly, Elana was the misunderstood girl, and the prince was the man behind the various dark rumours surrounding her. It was also thanks to Catarina’s medlings, admittedly.
Speaking of which… Elana felt Catarina’s hand shily brush against her side, then slowly slide inside her panties. She sighed. Moira hadn’t been as shameless, still rubbing Elana’s clit through the fabric.
Catarina, despite her apparent shyness and apprehension, wasn’t all that. In fact, from how Catarina’s dainty little fingers tried to dig into Elana’s slit, she was the dirtiest among them.
“Nnn~” Elana failed to keep her voice in. The way both girls continued to caress and prod her was getting to Elana. “You sluts.” She sighed.
“Where is your thunder now, Elana?” Moira grinned.
“Oh,” Elana felt one of Catarina’s fingers slide inside her and brush against her virginity. “You expected me to fight against two beautiful girls serving me as the queen I am?”
The tiny girl seemed to realise what the feeling was and was startled, staring at Elana in disbelief. Her mouth fell open. “You are a virgin?” She couldn’t help but ask.
Moira grabbed Catarina’s hand and pulled it a little back. “Elana is saving herself for me. Don’t ruin it.”
“I just…” Catarina was speechless. “I didn’t expect…”
“We can talk about smelling the moment she loses it later. Now, keep rubbing.” Moira instructed.
Elana’s breathing grew ragged under the perverted strokes of the two. She spread her legs, letting Moira’s fingers find their way inside her panties as well.
Moira’s and Catarina’s fingers intertwined, stroking her sensitive slit, parting it, agitating it. Moira kept Catarina’s hungry digits honest, not letting them intrude further than necessary. Both of them pressed closer to Elana, hiding their actions.
Even then, Elana felt herself closer and closer to cumming. “I am going to have so much fun with the two of you after.” Her back arched, and an involuntary, if silent, moan escaped her lips just to be drowned by the monotone lecture.
Elana tried to think about something else, but the two voracious women serving her clit - circling, pinching and flicking it. She tried to think about the poison Leina had made for the Duke. Elana tried to think about the safety measures she had to take against Mary. She tried to…
It didn’t work. Elana’s tense body spasmed. She bit her finger, keeping her voice in. Her body trembled as orgasm filled her panties and smeared Cataraina’s and Moira’s fingers in her nectar.
Catarina quickly took her hand out of Elana’s panties, bringing it to her nose while Moira continued to caress her lover.
Elana couldn’t wait for the moment she was the Queen. Then, they would not have to hide no longer…
