Eva's hips slowed, the final bounce of her ritual shaking through the room like the closing of a spell.
She straightened, her breath heavy, thighs trembling. Her panties clung to her skin, riding higher now, the lace twisted from constant motion.
"Five minutes," she gasped. "Done."
On the bed, Olivia sat frozen, Lor's hands still lightly resting on her chest.
She looked ready to explode.
"Time's up," she mumbled, her voice barely audible.
Lor released her breasts slowly — with reverence, almost — as if peeling his fingers from sacred relics. The soft warmth lingered in his palms.
She exhaled like she'd been underwater.
Eva yanked her skirt off the floor and stepped back into it in one sharp motion, jerking the waistband high, tugging it down over her swaying rear.
"I still can't believe I did that," she muttered, cheeks burning.
"You were incredible," Lor said, his voice smooth. "The Light was fully impressed."
"You mean you were," Eva snapped, but she didn't look at him directly.
Olivia adjusted her blouse, pulling the fabric back into place over her chest with trembling fingers.
"I felt like I was going to faint," she whispered.
Lor smiled. "That means the ritual was effective."
Eva looked at him now, arms crossed. "So? Is that it? Did the Light give us anything, or are you just sitting there with a hard-on and no plan?"
He chuckled. "Of course there's a plan. The Light doesn't grant instant miracles. It rewards effort — if the entertainment pleases it."
"And?" Olivia asked.
"Now I guide you," Lor said, standing. "That's what the Light empowers me to do."
Eva rolled her eyes, but Olivia was already watching him closely.
He walked to the center of the room and picked up three small glass beads from his shelf.
He tossed one to Eva.
"Focus your mana into that," he said. "But instead of your usual spellburst crap, try to contain it. Make the bead glow without shattering it."
Eva narrowed her eyes. "It'll explode."
"Only if you're sloppy."
She held the bead between her fingertips, closed her eyes, and focused.
A spark flared — then a brief flicker of light glowed inside the bead.
Not stable, not perfect — but more than she'd ever done with that level of control.
Her eyes flew open.
"I—wait. I actually...?"
"You slowed your channeling," Lor said. "Because your thighs are still tired and your legs are braced like you're about to fall. That forced your core to hold steady. It changed your posture — and your mana responded."
Eva stared at the bead. Then at him.
"You're joking."
"Nope."
She tried again — stronger this time.
The bead glowed for three full seconds before cracking.
"Holy shit," she whispered.
Olivia stepped forward. "Let me try."
Lor tossed her a bead.
She cupped it in both hands, focused, breathed.
The bead lit up.
Held.
Held longer.
She grinned.
"I never get this right," she whispered.
"Your shoulders are relaxed," Lor said. "After the ritual, your breathing dropped lower. You're channeling from your core now — not your chest."
Olivia's face flushed again.
Eva shot Lor a flat look. "Subtle."
Lor shrugged. "I'm just interpreting the Light's blessings."
Eva didn't answer.
But she didn't argue either.
She sat on the edge of the bed, bead in hand, still watching the faint afterglow inside.
"We'll keep this to ourselves," she said after a long pause. "No one else gets to know."
Olivia nodded. "Not unless they're... ready."
"Not unless we decide," Eva said.
She looked up at Lor.
"You're a pervert. But if this keeps working... maybe that doesn't matter."
Lor smiled.
"It's a pleasure to serve."