I Can't Hold Back Anymore
Vrrrr—! Logan made his way to the king’s office, guided by a servant. Fortunately the king was still working late into the night and granted the urgent private audience. The moment he spotted Logan amid the mountain of documents, the king raised a hand in cheerful greeting. Logan closed the door behind him and spoke without preamble.
“Your Majesty, I have one question.”
“Speak.”
“Isabel Rayven, the second wife of the Marquis Rayven, came to me just now. After her husband fell in battle, the family is trying to eliminate both mother and daughter. She begged me to take them to Lumen Academy.”
The king set down his pen and tilted his head. “The Rayven Marquisate… I’d heard the first wife had seized power, but to act so openly. Hmm.”
“I intend to accept them. I only wanted to ask whether I have the right to do so.”
The king smiled as he studied Logan. “Lumen Academy is officially the viscount’s domain, and you stand at the head of an organization many in this kingdom respect. If accepting the mother and daughter means you will shoulder any quarrel with the marquisate, then do as you please. I trust your judgment.”
“…Thank you, Your Majesty.”
When Logan returned to his quarters, Isabel was waiting, nerves wound tight. He spoke at once.
“Madam Isabel, I have His Majesty’s permission. Bella qualifies to enter Lumen Academy. We will decide your own position once we arrive.”
Isabel drew a shaky breath of pure relief and joy. “Truly… thank you so much, Viscount!”
She seized Logan’s hand and bowed again and again. Each bow sent her heavy breasts swaying, and Logan deliberately looked away.
“We leave at first light tomorrow in a royal carriage. Stay hidden inside until the very end. The gate guards will only give a cursory inspection once they see the royal crest.”
Logan gave strict orders to the servant to breathe not a word about the nighttime visitors, then loaded the mother and daughter into the carriage before the predawn gloom had lifted. By the time the palace guards changed shifts, the carriage rolled forward in silence. The moment the sentries saw the royal emblem they opened the gates without question. The ride to the academy passed without incident.
Logan led Isabel and Bella straight to the dean’s office, careful to avoid prying eyes. The instant they were inside he locked the door.
“Madam, wait here. Bella will come with me to the Magic Department.”
Isabel nodded meekly, anxiety written across her elegant features. “Yes… please take care of her.”
Logan took Bella’s small hand and walked down the corridor. The girl kept twisting her head to stare at the enormous buildings, yet she never once let go of his hand and followed obediently.
When they flung open the door to the Magic Department, all four instructors bowed at once.
“Dean. Good morning.”
“Where is Molga?”
“She’s shut herself in the laboratory… She won’t answer even when we knock.”
She’s still avoiding me.
Logan sighed and gently pushed Bella forward.
“This child is Bella Rayven. I am enrolling her as a transfer student this semester.”
The instructors exchanged glances. A transfer into the Magic Department was unheard of; the standard path was to complete basic training at the Magic Tower first.
“This is being carried out under my direct authority as dean. You may disregard every administrative procedure on the Magic Department’s side.”
The instructors knew exactly what that meant. The dean possessed power far beyond the title—sweeping discretionary rights granted by the kingdom itself, and the academy was, in truth, his.
“Yes, sir!”
“If her attitude is poor or you judge her talent lacking, report it to me at once.”
Logan stroked Bella’s hair once and added gently, “Study hard. If you have the talent, you will be admitted properly. Should anything difficult or troubling arise, come straight to me.”
He turned toward the door. Bella nodded with all her might. “Understood, Dean!”
Logan left the Magic Department and returned directly to the dean’s office. The moment the door opened, Isabel shot to her feet.
“For now, Bella will attend classes in the Magic Department.”
“Thank you, Viscount Logan.”
“In this place, please call me Dean.”
“Yes, Dean.”
Logan studied her for a long moment. “Madam Isabel, you said you would do anything, yet a woman who has lived as a noble for so long will find menial work difficult. For the time being I will show you to your lodging.”
They left the main building and headed for a quiet annex tucked behind it where students rarely ventured. An entire two-story building stood empty.
“This was originally a guest annex, but it sees little use these days. It won’t draw attention, and it will be convenient for Bella to visit.”
Logan turned the key, opened the door, then handed the key to Isabel.
“Go inside, unpack, and rest. I will assign a servant to stock it with daily necessities at once. I will need to think more carefully about what duties you will take on starting tomorrow.”
Isabel bowed deeply. “Simply accepting us is more than enough, Dean Logan. Please do not worry. I will do any task, no matter how humble…”
“Rest for now, madam.”
Cutting her off, Logan returned to the dean’s office.
At that same moment, the instant Molga learned Logan had reached the dean’s office she sprinted up to the third floor and cast a clairvoyance spell. Logan was nowhere in sight, but beyond the wall that had turned transparent as glass sat a mature noblewoman with long, deep-blue hair. Molga’s eyes narrowed to slits.
…Another woman.
When she saw Logan enter the office again and then leave with the woman, Molga cast a silent levitation spell and followed. She watched everything: the walk to the annex behind the main building, the door being opened for her, every explanation given. The moment Logan turned away, Molga ground her teeth.
“Now he’s bringing women into the academy?”
Her voice was quiet, yet it shook with a toxic blend of rage and jealousy.
“Giving her a private lodging on top of it… He really is a woman-crazed lunatic.”
Molga clenched her robe in a white-knuckled fist.
“This time… I won’t endure it any longer.”
She returned to her room, collapsed onto the bed, and breathed hard. Only one scene replayed in her mind: Logan bringing yet another woman and personally granting her a place to stay.
“…I waited eight years.”
Molga bit down until her jaw ached.
“I… I was first.”
Logan sat in the dean’s comfortable armchair, eyes closed in thought.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
The sound echoed through the office. Logan pressed the lock release beside his desk; the door opened and Molga stepped inside.
“Molga! It’s been a while.”
He smoothed the pleasure from his face and spoke calmly, gesturing toward the sofa. “Sit. Shall I pour you some tea?”
Molga ignored the gentle offer and walked straight to him. The instant the door clicked shut she shoved him down onto the cushions.
“Logan.”
Her voice trembled low.
“…I can’t hold back anymore.”
She reached for his waistband, fingers clumsy with urgency as she fumbled at the buckle.
“Molga, what’s gotten into you all of a sudden!”
When Logan tried to stop her with both hands, she stripped his trousers and underwear away with a single spell and, without hesitation, lowered her mouth to his cock.
“I… I can do it well too. Better than anyone!”
Molga knelt, swallowed her shaking breath, and took him between her lips. It was her first time; she had no idea how to move her tongue or how deep to go. She simply sucked on instinct, but her tongue stayed rigid and her lips failed to form a proper seal.
“……!”
Then her teeth accidentally grazed him. Logan jerked his hips back with a low grunt.
“Ugh.”
At that tiny sound Molga’s eyes wavered.
I scraped him with my teeth.
She looked up at him and whispered, very small and very calm.
“…Sorry…”
Then she murmured a short incantation.
A blue light flickered and vanished. Molga took his cock into her mouth once more and began to move her head slowly back and forth.
The changed sensation startled Logan.
What is this? It’s completely different from before.
She used her own mana to make the inside of her mouth vibrate in a rapid, delicate tremor. Logan flinched in surprise.
“……Ha, Molga, what the hell is…”
Vrrrr—!
Molga shook her head faster. The mana vibration wrapped his entire length in intense stimulation. Her mouth had become a living, vibrating onahole crafted by magic.
Vrrr… chulp… vrrr… chulurp.
Logan clenched his teeth to stay silent and seized her hair roughly. Molga sensed he was close and quickened her pace.
“Kgh—!”
In less than three minutes Logan thrust forward and came. Molga made a startled “mmph-mmph” sound at the sudden flood; she tried to swallow, but the volume was far greater than she expected. Unable to take it all, she pulled back, spat the excess onto the floor, and gasped for air.
“Cough… cough…”
A moment later she wiped her mouth with her sleeve, still panting, and looked up at him. Her eyes clearly asked, Isn’t my mouth the best?
Logan stayed silent while he caught his breath. Traces of fierce pleasure still lingered on his face, yet his gaze had already cooled into sharp calculation.
“Stand up, Molga.”
At his calm tone she snapped back to reality.
“…!”
A small magic circle floated in the air, then vanished. Every trace on the floor, on her lips, and on his cock disappeared. Molga straightened her clothes and sat beside him.
“…Why are you suddenly acting like this, Molga?”
She lifted her head a fraction. Her eyes still trembled.
“You brought another woman. That noble lady… you even gave her a private lodging. Am I the third? Or the fourth?”
Logan blinked, momentarily thrown. “Third? What are you talking about?”
“Don’t try to fool me. I saw everything. You gave her a building on the edge of campus, looked after her, prepared everything… You brought her here to do something with her, just like you did with Layman’s mother.”
“…Wait. How did you know I gave Isabel a lodging?”
Molga flinched. “…That’s…”
“She arrived less than an hour ago. How did you know I personally escorted her to the annex?”
Logan leaned forward, staring straight into her eyes.
“Did you follow me while invisible?”
Molga tried to look away, then finally nodded.
“…Yes.”
“From when?”
She bit her lip hard before answering in a tiny voice.
“…From the moment the two of you left the dean’s office.”
Logan rubbed his forehead and let out a heavy sigh.
“So you thought I brought a woman into the dean’s office and slept with her?”
Molga nodded again. “…Sorry.”
“Sorry? Are you actually a stalker?”
Her face flushed crimson and she hung her head.
“…Because I like you.”
Logan blinked at the confession, then gave a short, rueful laugh.
“Wait. First let’s clear up the matter with Isabel. Nothing happened between us. She and her daughter were facing death, so I brought them here to hide them. The lodging is nothing more than that.”
Molga searched his eyes, then nodded slowly.
“…All right. I’ll believe you, Logan.”
He stared at her for a long moment before asking quietly, “But truly… why did you come to like me?”
Molga pressed her lips together, then whispered almost too softly to hear.
“…Back when we were in the hero’s party, during the mage test I made a mistake and nearly died. You took the blow for me. At that moment… I fell for you at first sight.”
Logan’s eyes widened slightly. “That was more than eight years ago.”
Molga’s face burned scarlet and she ducked her head again.
“…That’s why it’s even more embarrassing.”
She drew a deep breath and lifted her gaze once more.
“Anyway… I like you. That hasn’t changed.”
Logan was silent for a while. Then he spoke, voice low and sincere.
“…I’m sorry. I never noticed how you felt.”
Molga shook her head. “It’s all right… You don’t have to answer.”
Before the silence could grow awkward she leaned in and pressed a light kiss to his cheek.
Chu.
A warm, fleeting touch.
“…I’ll go rest now.”
Molga opened the door, glanced back one last time, and gave a small wave. Logan touched the lingering warmth on his cheek and sank into thought.
Eight years…