I Didn't Learn Magic for This
Ella hadn't learned magic for this, but she gradually increased her speed anyway. Each time she slid her head back and forth with her mouth stuffed full, the wet sounds grew rougher—slurp, slurp, slurp-slurp-slurp!! Slurp!! …slurp!!! When Ella finally pulled Logan's cock from her lips, the glistening shaft stood proudly erect, pointing straight at the ceiling.
She wrapped both hands around the massive length that wouldn't even fit in one palm and stroked it up and down while gazing up at him. Why does he look so unbearably erotic today? The slick, obscene sounds of saliva-coated flesh echoed through the dean's office. After savoring the heat of Logan's stare for a long moment, Ella took him back into her mouth.
She used her tongue and the tight squeeze of her throat to envelop him as deeply as possible, moving with relentless determination to milk every drop of semen stored inside him. “Haa…” A short groan escaped Logan as his hips bucked and his cock throbbed violently. Ella closed her eyes and accepted it all. The instant the hot, thick cum flooded her mouth, her throat worked—once, twice, three times. Only when Logan's body finally sagged did she slowly lift her head.
She buried her face against his cock once more, gently sucking and licking him clean. Slurp… slurp… slurp… When she was finished, she reached into the deep valley between her breasts and pulled out a pristine white handkerchief. With reverent, delicate care, she wiped his shaft as though handling something impossibly precious. After every trace of their encounter had been erased, Ella pulled up Logan's pants and underwear, fastened the buckle, then rose and smoothed her own clothes.
“Dean.”
Logan looked at her in a daze.
“Are you… satisfied?”
Bathed in moonlight, she looked devastatingly alluring. When he simply stared without answering, she offered a small, respectful bow. “Then… please travel safely, Dean.” She slipped out the door.
Logan watched her retreating figure until the door clicked shut, then closed his eyes. The dean's office fell silent once more.
At the same moment, on the third-floor corridor of Lumen Academy's main building. Far from the dean's office, hidden in the shadows at the opposite end of the hallway, Molga crouched. Her eyes gleamed with a volatile mix of anxiety and obsession.
Ever since that day, she had researched ways to breach the soundproofing magic on the dean's office, but the barrier—erected by a mage far more skilled than herself—proved impossibly complex. So she changed tactics. If I can't hear it, I'll watch.
Scrying was simple. One spell turned the walls of the dean's office transparent as glass. After tracking Layman's mother's movements, Molga had followed her the moment she headed for the office. Now she hid in the shadows at the end of the corridor, chanting under her breath.
Mana condensed. Her vision pierced the wall of the dean's office.
Inside, Logan sat in the chair behind his desk. Beneath it, a woman had wedged herself between his legs and was carefully unbuttoning his pants. Though the sound of the zipper was silent to her, every motion was crystal clear. Molga's breath caught.
I… I've watched over you for eight years… so why is that woman the one down there?
Layman's mother lowered her head. The moment her lips wrapped around the tip, Molga's hand slipped inside her robe. As she watched the scene inside the office, her fingers pushed deeper. Her hips jerked involuntarily.
“Logan… Logan…!” A tiny voice leaked into the corridor.
Ella quickened her pace. Logan's breathing grew ragged. Molga's fingers moved faster too. She was drowning in uncontrollable pleasure and searing jealousy. Silently screaming Logan… Logan… inside her head, she fucked herself with her fingers, growing even more aroused by the sight of the man she loved being so devotedly serviced by another woman.
When Logan's body shuddered at the peak of his climax, “Lo… Logan!” Molga's own small cry echoed in the hallway as she came hard, soiling the corridor floor. The loss of concentration shattered her scrying spell.
Molga slumped down, crouching on the floor. “I didn't learn magic for this.”
She had masturbated while spying on her beloved man's most intimate moment. In the aftermath of her orgasm, the miserable truth stared her in the face. Self-loathing and the wet sounds of fluid dripping from her twitching pussy were all that surrounded her. Molga remained in the corridor for a long, long time.
It was just before dawn when Logan climbed into the carriage. The vehicle sent directly from the Alderan Kingdom bore the royal crest prominently on its side. The journey would take roughly seven days. Despite the carriage's comfort, Logan had to endure the sheer boredom of the long trip.
In seven days, he never once had to draw his sword. Bandits lurking along the road took one look at the royal insignia and slunk back into the forest. When the carriage arrived at the royal palace and Logan stepped out, the head butler greeted him with impeccable courtesy.
“Thank you for making the journey, sir. Hero Ethan is currently away on a mission. However, His Majesty has requested an immediate audience. I will escort you as soon as you are ready.”
Without taking time to rest, Logan adjusted his clothes and followed the butler. They passed through the corridors and entered the audience chamber, where the king welcomed him with a gentle smile.
“Welcome, Viscount Logan. The academy's results have been truly outstanding. Your foresight has done much to protect our people from the Demon King's threat.” The king nodded with evident satisfaction. “In fact, I hear neighboring countries are now building and operating similar academies. Your vision is shielding the people from the Demon King.”
Logan replied with proper etiquette. “It is all thanks to Your Majesty's generous support. Because of it, I have been able to focus solely on nurturing talent without external worries.” I should ask for more funding while I'm here.
“There will be a party tomorrow. Many people wish to see you, so I hope you will attend.”
“…Understood.”
The king raised his hand, granting permission to withdraw. Logan bowed and left the audience chamber under the butler's guidance.
The following evening, Logan stood before the doors of the palace banquet hall dressed in immaculate formal attire. When the doors opened, the attendant announced, “Viscount Logan has arrived.”
In that instant, every sound inside the banquet hall stopped dead. Dozens of noblewomen in elegant dresses turned their heads in unison to stare at him. Every single one.
Standing on the threshold, Logan instinctively took a step backward. …Fuck. What the hell is this? The memory of being surrounded by the Demon King's army during his days in the Hero's party flashed through his mind, sending a cold sweat down his spine.
He composed himself and approached the king. The king spoke cheerfully. “Today is a party held in your honor, so please enjoy yourself freely.”
After greeting the king, Logan tried to retreat to an empty table in the corner, but a countess in a pink dress blocked his path with lightning speed.
“Viscount Logan! Hello, I am the Countess of von Marten.” She launched into rapid speech. “About your Lumen Academy—my son is nine years old. What kind of talent does he need to possess for admission? Is there a particular sword style he should prepare, or a training method you prefer?”
Another noblewoman immediately cut in. “Our son hopes to enter with next year's eighth class. What do you value most in the practical exam?”
“His mana control is weak—should we provide extra lessons?”
“What is your favorite food, Dean?”
Questions rained down like arrows. One woman even pulled out a portrait. “Please look at this child! He's fifteen this year and already 178 centimeters tall!”
Logan maintained his expression with iron discipline. “The academy evaluates only talent and potential. Personal gifts or connections are completely unnecessary.”
Surrounded by the noblewomen, turning his head from one barrage of questions to another, Logan caught the king's eye. From his throne, the king sipped wine while watching the entire spectacle. His face was full of amusement as he chatted with the chamberlain beside him.
Logan spent the entire banquet exhausted from fending off the passionate onslaught of countless mothers. He didn't manage a single sip of alcohol and drank ten full glasses of water instead. When he finally returned to his quarters, he locked the door and collapsed face-first onto the bed.
The next day was the same. After two consecutive nights of being bombarded by the noblewomen's questions, Logan was completely drained. Back in his room, he stripped off his formal wear, sank into the bathtub, and thought, Tomorrow I'll just greet everyone in the morning and make a run for it.
As he stepped out of the bath and began dressing, a cautious knock sounded at the door.
“Viscount Logan. A guest from a marquis household has come to see you. She says she has matters to discuss regarding Lumen Academy.”
Fuck, at this hour?
Irritation flared, but the mention of a marquis household made him hold his tongue. He told the servant to let her in.
“Viscount Logan, please forgive the intrusion. I am Marchioness Isabel Rayven. Could you spare me a moment of your time?”
When the door opened and the woman lifted her previously bowed head, Logan found himself staring. Long, deep-blue hair cascaded past her waist. Her pale skin and the violet dress made her look like moonlight given human form. The dress's plunging neckline dramatically emphasized her voluptuous breasts, and she was tall enough to nearly meet his eyes. Beside her stood a young girl who appeared to be her daughter; she bowed her head quietly.
Her languid voice trembled with emotion. “I apologize for the late hour. But… I could not delay this any longer.”
“What is this about?”
Isabel took a deep breath, then knelt. The hem of her expensive dress spread across the floor.
“I beg you. Please take me and my daughter… to Lumen Academy.”
Logan was momentarily speechless. The woman who had suddenly dropped to her knees kept her head lowered as she continued.
“After His Lordship the Marquis fell in battle, the first wife and her son seized control of the household. My daughter and I—commoners with no relatives—are now seen as obstacles to stabilizing the family. The first wife intends to eliminate us under the pretext of ‘family stability.’ She has already sent poisoned tea twice. The third time… neither my daughter nor I will survive.”
Logan gazed down at her for a moment, then sighed. “Please sit down first. Your daughter as well.”
The moment they were seated on the sofa, Isabel clasped both hands respectfully.
“Cleaning, laundry, cooking… I will do anything. Bella is thirteen now. People say she possesses magical talent. If she could just receive verification from an instructor… if there is any way she could enroll…”
“What reason did you give the marquis household for leaving?”
“I used the pretext of introducing my daughter to you, Viscount… and left the castle.”
“You said you would do any kind of work?”
Isabel raised her head. Her eyes burned with desperation and unyielding resolve.
“Yes. I… am no longer a ‘Marchioness.’ I am simply Bella’s mother.”
Logan stared at her intently, then spoke.
“I understand. Wait here a moment…”
Logan changed into proper attire and stepped out of the room.