No One Can Hear
The next morning, Logan returned to the detached villa on the outskirts where Lady Isabel was staying. After careful consideration in his office, he had chosen the library as her workplace—a location where she would not have to strain her body and could remain far from prying eyes.
When he knocked on the villa door, Isabel opened it. She wore the same languid expression as the day before, though her hair was now neatly combed and pinned up.
“Madam, why don’t you work in the library today? It’s light duty—organizing and sorting books, that sort of thing.” Logan handed her a mask. “Wear this so no one recognizes you. And change your clothes as well.”
Isabel obeyed without protest. With the mask in place and dressed in plain clothes, she looked nothing like a noblewoman. Her long, deep-blue hair tied back, she could have been any ordinary woman.
Logan escorted her to the academy library and gave the librarian simple instructions. “This lady will assist with book organization starting today. Make sure she isn’t given anything dangerous.”
In a library there won’t be any water buckets or slippery floors, so it should be perfectly safe. Reassured by the thought, he departed.
When lunchtime arrived, Logan made his way back to the library. I should have a quick word with Isabel and check on her condition.
Stepping into the quiet rear section, he spotted her at once. Isabel stood atop a ladder, sliding books onto a high shelf. At the sound of his footsteps she turned, saw Logan, and began to descend.
She managed the first three steps without trouble. On the fourth, however, her generous breasts blocked her view of the rung below and she began feeling for it with her foot.
“Madam, that’s dangerous. Allow me,” Logan said in a low voice.
Startled by his tone, Isabel glanced back. “Ah, Dean. I’m all right. I can manage on my own!”
The moment she answered and shifted her weight, her foot slipped off the rung.
“Eek!”
Isabel lost her balance and slid from the ladder with a cry. Logan sprang forward on instinct. The instant her body tumbled into his arms, he tightened his grip so he would not drop her. In particular, the hand supporting her heavy breast squeezed with unconscious strength.
A startled Logan searched her face. “Are you all right? You’re not hurt?”
“Dean… your hand…” Her voice emerged small and trembling.
Only then did Logan realize how tightly he was gripping her—especially the very curves that had caused the fall. He relaxed his fingers at once and gently lowered her to the floor.
“…Forgive me, madam.”
Isabel kept her head bowed, cheeks flaming, and managed a faint reply. “Yes, I’m fine.”
Logan stared at the ladder. I thought a library would be free of hazards… Who knew a simple ladder could be so treacherous?
With a sigh he declared, “Lady Isabel, it seems we must find you a different task.”
Isabel’s face fell. Her shoulders drooped and her gaze sank. She answered softly, “Understood… Dean.”
The sight of her dejected expression softened Logan’s heart. The accident had surely frightened her, yet she also seemed discouraged by being treated as someone who could do nothing right.
In a gentler tone he offered, “Madam, please don’t be disheartened. Upon reflection, seated work that requires little physical effort would suit you far better. Would you consider assisting me with administrative duties in my office?”
“Administrative… assistance?”
“Yes. Sorting documents, organizing simple records—nothing strenuous.”
Logan led Isabel directly to the dean’s office. He prepared a small desk for her and handed over the accumulated stacks of paperwork. The tasks were straightforward: classify documents by year and arrange receipts chronologically.
I hope she doesn’t even nick a finger on the paper. Logan stole occasional glances, inwardly anxious.
Her movements proved surprisingly deft. Watching from the side, Logan gave a satisfied nod. Good… This should truly be safe.
Several hours later, when the work was finished, Logan said, “Excellent, madam. I should have asked you from the start. Beginning tomorrow, report directly here to the dean’s office.”
Relief bloomed across Isabel’s face. “What a comfort. I was afraid I was only causing trouble… Thank you, Dean.”
Days passed in this manner. Isabel settled in comfortably, and Logan, no longer anxious, focused on his own responsibilities.
One afternoon a knock sounded at the dean’s office door. The visitor was a middle-aged woman from the laundry. She approached hesitantly and offered a small envelope.
“Um… Ella asked me to deliver this. She said it was difficult for her to bring it herself, so…”
Dear Dean,
Hello. The reason I am writing is that I would like to visit your office tomorrow during the lunch hour to offer my formal gratitude in person.
— Ella
The mere thought of Ella in a dress made Logan’s cock twitch. He nodded and told the woman, “I understand. Tell her I’ll keep the lunch hour free.”
Logan glanced at Isabel, who was still sorting documents. There was no need to mention Ella’s visit; moreover, her presence would make private conversation impossible.
“Lady Isabel, may I have your attention for a moment?”
“Yes, Dean?”
“It’s nothing serious, but I have an appointment tomorrow at lunch. A guest will be arriving, so I’ll need the office to myself.”
“Ah, I see.”
“Therefore, there is no need for you to come in. Take the day to rest. Consider it a well-earned vacation.”
Isabel nodded with a gentle smile. “Understood. Thank you for your thoughtfulness.”
When lunchtime arrived the following day, a knock sounded at the dean’s office door. The person who entered was Ella.
“Pardon the intrusion, Dean.”
Logan’s gaze was instantly captured by her appearance. Instead of her usual work attire she wore a high-necked blouse and a long skirt that reached below her knees. The modest, impeccably neat outfit was prim yet strangely provocative.
In her hands she carried a heavy rattan basket draped with a cloth.
“Pardon the intrusion, Dean,” Ella repeated politely as she stepped inside.
Logan rose to greet her. He took the basket, set it on the table, and raised an eyebrow. “What’s in the basket?”
Ella gave a small smile. “I did say I wanted to thank you. If you haven’t eaten yet, would you care to share lunch with me?”
Lunch? I hadn’t expected that at all.
“Gladly. Please, sit down.”
Ella took the seat opposite him and began unpacking the basket. “How is your arm? It doesn’t still hurt, does it?” Logan asked.
She rubbed her arm lightly. “It aches a little, but it has almost healed.”
On the table appeared herb cream stew and slices of bread. The stew—tender vegetables and chicken softened with milk and butter—filled the office with a delicate herbal fragrance.
Ella spooned stew onto a piece of bread, then extended her arm toward Logan as though to feed him.
He hesitated, startled. Ella merely smiled and brought the bread closer to his lips. “Dean, my arm hurts… Hurry, please.”
At her reminder that her arm was sore, he quickly accepted the bite.
“Is it to your taste?”
Logan felt his face warm at the intimate gesture. “…It’s truly delicious. Your skill is remarkable.”
“I’m relieved it suits you.”
Ella smiled and began eating her own portion.
The meal continued, their conversation turning to Layman’s studies. Logan felt a faint pang of disappointment. So this is her idea of thanks. A little lacking, yet not unpleasant.
After they finished eating and tidied the table, Ella spoke softly. “Dean. Actually… there is one favor I would like to ask.”
Logan wiped his mouth with a napkin. “A favor? Has something happened to Layman?”
“No, it’s not that……”
She hesitated, eyes lowering. Then she looked meaningfully at the front of his trousers and whispered, “I’m craving dessert.”
Logan’s eyes widened, his surprise plain.
Face flushed, Ella rose and moved to his side. “Please, Dean.”
Her hand began to stroke the front of his pants with feather-light touches. Already anticipating her, Logan hardened instantly. Sensing the change, Ella smiled.
“Then I shall take that as consent. Excuse me.”
She unbuckled his belt and tugged both pants and underwear down in a single motion. After one glance at his massive erection she took him into her mouth and began sucking with fervent hunger.
Slurp… slurp…
The sudden abandonment of her modest demeanor sent a fierce surge of arousal through Logan.
Finding her position awkward, Ella stood and moved to kneel between his knees.
“Ella!!”
Unable to wait any longer, Logan lifted her bodily and set her on the table. Yet he restrained the urge to plunge straight into her and paused, breathing hard, gazing into her eyes.
Ella wrapped her arms around his neck, face burning. Her eyes were already glazed with longing. When he still hesitated, she breathed hotly into his ear and whispered, “Dean… I’ve been waiting for this.”
Her voice trembled, yet the invitation within it was unmistakable. “I’ve imagined this moment again and again. Please… hurry…”
Those words severed the last thread of his restraint.
He flipped up her skirt and drank in the sight of her underwear. Beneath the prim outfit lay deliberately provocative lingerie already drenched with arousal, the dark patch of her pubic hair clearly visible through the soaked fabric.
Roughly stripping the panties aside, he pressed his cock against her slick entrance and drove in with one powerful thrust.
“Haaang!!”
Ella cried out and clung to his back. “Dean… ahh!” Her voice shook as it spilled from her lips.
Logan clenched his jaw and began slamming into her, hips pistoning hard. The table creaked and rocked beneath them while Ella’s tight pussy gripped and milked his thick shaft.
“Aang!”
Her moans only inflamed him further. With one hand he tore open her blouse, seized a heavy breast, and kneaded it roughly.
Those breasts… they’re fucking gorgeous.
He continued thrusting while mauling the soft flesh that overflowed his palm. “Ahhak! Dean… suck them, please…”
At her plea Logan lowered his head and captured a nipple between his lips. As he licked and sucked, Ella writhed and cried out. He alternated between both breasts, then claimed her mouth in a fierce kiss, tongue plunging deep to tangle with hers.
Their saliva mingled and dripped messily. Ella sucked on his tongue while rolling her hips to meet his thrusts.
Logan spread her legs wider, rubbing her swollen clit with his fingers as he drove into her without mercy. Her moans climbed higher.
“Aang aang!! Aang!!!! Huuung!! It feels so good!!”
Her body shuddered; her inner walls clamped down on him as she climaxed. The intense squeeze pushed Logan to the edge. Suddenly Ella gasped, “Dean… for the finish, please use my mouth… pour everything into my mouth…”
His eyes flashed. He withdrew from her pussy and thrust his glistening cock between her parted lips.
Ella made a muffled “Hngh!” and accepted him eagerly. Logan gripped her head and fucked her mouth with quick, deep strokes.
“Hngh!! Ungh…!”
“Ugh… I’m coming!!”
At last Logan erupted. Thick, hot semen flooded her mouth and slid down her throat. Ella kept her eyes closed, swallowing every drop with soft, wet sounds. “Gulp… gulp…”
Her throat worked visibly until she had drained him completely. Only then did she pull back, licking his shaft clean with long, careful strokes. Panting, she looked up at him.
Her face was flushed deep crimson, forehead glistening with sweat. The dean’s office was filled with nothing but their ragged breathing and the thick, sticky scent of sex.
When Logan, still breathing hard, gently wiped her brow with a handkerchief, Ella spoke cautiously. “Dean… I didn’t scream too loudly just now, did I? I was worried someone outside might have heard…”
Logan gave a low chuckle. “It’s fine. The dean’s office has excellent soundproofing. No one can hear.”