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.
