The house loomed grander than Lor could've imagined, its black wrought-iron gate curling like a spell rune, creaking open with a slow, hoarse groan that whispered wealth.
The path wound up a gentle hill, flanked by twin hedges trimmed into wand shapes, their precision almost mocking Class D's chaos.
Two lamp-posts stood sentinel at the entrance, their soft glow catching the white stone facade of Nellie's home, its high glass windows and leaf-curled balconies gleaming with quiet opulence.
Lor's boots crunched on the gravel, his hazel eyes narrowing.
The lowest scorer in Class D lived here?
The door swung open before he could knock.
Nellie stood in the entryway, frozen, her small hands clenched at her sides, glasses slipping down her nose.
The cat girl costume hugged her petite frame, black velvet clinging like a second skin, its thin straps straining to hold her small chest.
A silver bell gleamed at her throat, chiming with every nervous shudder.
Sheer stockings climbed her thick thighs, stitched with faint paw-scratch patterns, ending just below the hem of her short skirt.
Perky cat ears tilted forward, woven into her tight twin braids, and a sleek black tail swayed behind her, its base too rigid.
Her big, round ass stretched the velvet skirt, the fabric riding high with every fidget, accentuating her surprisingly curvy lower half.
Lor's grin flickered as he stepped inside, the scent of expensive perfume and polished wood enveloping him.
Enchanted artifacts lined the walls—mana-infused daggers, glowing orbs, a framed spell scroll—humming faintly, their power tickling his senses.
Golden light from charmed fixtures danced across the marbled floor, casting soft shadows. Nellie led him silently to a study, her bell chiming with each step, her thick thighs flexing under the stockings, her tail swaying in rhythm with her hips.
An oak table dominated the room, a velvet lounge chair by the window catching the evening light, its cushions plush and inviting.
Lor sat, his black hair falling over his hazel eyes, his casual posture masking the thrill pulsing through him.
"You remembered the ritual structure," he said, his voice low and approving. "Good start."
Nellie nodded, her glasses fogging, her cheeks pink.
"I did, meow," she whispered, her voice trembling, eyes darting to the floor, then the walls, anywhere but him.
"Then begin."
She dropped to her hands and knees, her knees sinking into the plush carpet, her elbows tight, her head lowered.
The bell chimed softly with each slow crawl, her tail flicking high, accentuating the sway of her big ass.
The skirt rode up, flashing the base of the tail—not pinned, not clipped, but inserted.
A sleek black silicone plug, nestled snugly between her cheeks, glinted faintly with each shift of her hips, its smooth curve catching the golden light.
Lor watched, his grin widening as she circled the chair, her movements stiff but sexy, the bell and tail in sync.
Her thick thighs trembled slightly, the stockings stretching taut, her big ass swaying with each careful step.
She completed a full circle, then stopped before him, posture straight, hands folded on her knees, waiting. Lor raised a brow.
"Solid form… but your tail's moving funny."
Nellie stiffened, her glasses fogging further. "It's… fine, meow," she mumbled, her voice barely audible, her braids quivering.
"Turn around."
She obeyed, shifting slowly, her thick thighs shaking as she presented her back, the skirt lifting to reveal the plug's glossy base, the tail swaying with her motion.
Lor's breath caught, his hazel eyes narrowing. "Nellie… do you know what kind of tail that is?"
Her head turned slightly, her gray eyes avoiding his, her cheeks scarlet. "It came with the costume, meow," she whispered. "I got it from a shop… the 'sexy cosplay' shelf. I thought… the Light meant this one, meow."
Lor stared, then exhaled, his grin spreading like wildfire.
She'd bought a tail plug, installed it herself, and thought it was just part of the deal. "The Light is… very pleased," he said, his voice smooth, barely hiding his delight.
Nellie's blush deepened, her bell chiming as she turned forward, her thick thighs pressing together.
"Thank you, meow," she mumbled, unsure if she was being praised or teased.
"Keep going."
She crawled again, her movements smoother now, circling the chair twice, her bell and tail in perfect rhythm, the plug's glint teasing with every sway of her big ass.
Lor let the silence stretch, savoring the rustle of velvet, the soft pat of her palms on the carpet, the faint chime of her bell.
"Nellie," he said quietly.
She stopped mid-crawl, knees parted slightly, arms trembling from effort, her big ass high, the tail twitching.
Lor pulled a mana bead from his pocket—small, translucent, cherry-sized—and held it out. "Take this."
She crawled to him, tail raised, head bowed, her cheeks burning as she took the bead with both hands, her fingers trembling.
"Sit," he said.
Nellie folded her legs under her, wincing slightly as the plug shifted, her thick thighs pressing together under the skirt, the stockings catching the light.
Lor knelt behind her, his hand resting lightly on her lower back, his touch warm through the velvet.
"This part needs focus," he murmured near her ear, his breath brushing her neck, making her bell chime softly.
"If you stiffen, the mana locks up. Breathe deeply. From here." His other hand slid to her belly, pressing gently, guiding her posture.
She shuddered, her bell chiming louder.
"O-Okay, meow," she whispered, clutching the bead, eyes closing, her braids swaying.
"Channel it. Don't force it. Let it circle."