The Dean's Office Has Excellent Soundproofing
The air in the dean’s office was growing hotter by the second, thick with jealousy and desire, when—
Knock. Knock. Knock.
The sudden sound made Isabel flinch violently. She scrambled backward, hastily straightening her clothes before hurrying back to her small work desk and sitting down. Logan cleared his throat, rose from his seat, pressed the lock button, and walked over to the sofa. When the door opened, Molga strode in, her robe fluttering behind her. The moment she saw Logan, her eyes narrowed into sharp slits.
“Excuse me,” she said, then turned to stare directly at Isabel with a firm, unyielding tone. “I have something to discuss with the dean. Could you step out for a moment?”
Isabel glanced quickly at Logan. When he gave a small nod, she stood up at once and slipped out the door. The moment it closed, the lock clicked shut again with a heavy snap.
“Logan. What exactly were you doing?” Her voice dripped with jealousy.
Logan flinched and quickly offered an excuse. “What do you mean, what was I doing? I was working.”
Molga said nothing. She simply walked straight up to him. Pressing herself tightly against his back, she tried to mimic the exact movements Isabel had been making earlier. But because Logan was standing and she was much shorter than Isabel, she could only reach the middle of his back.
“What are you doing?” Logan shouted, startled.
Molga silenced him with an even louder voice. “Shut up!”
She pressed her breasts firmly against his back. Then she began to move them slowly, softly, up and down. At the same time, one of her hands slid along his thigh, traveling upward until it gripped his already-swollen cock through his pants.
“It’s… gotten this big? Because of me? Or… because of that woman?” Her voice was laced with clear jealousy.
“Molga, what are you even saying—”
Ignoring him completely, Molga yanked his pants down, freeing his erect shaft, and wrapped her hand around it.
“It’s so hot…”
She gripped him tightly and began stroking him up and down with vigorous force. Her breasts remained pressed firmly against his back the entire time. Then she leaned in close to his ear and whispered in a sweet, seductive voice.
“Logan… cum quickly. Pour it all into my hand. Don’t hold back. Right now.”
Whether through magic or sheer willpower, her wrist never tired. She pumped his cock at a steady, rapid pace. Molga could tell from the way his shaft grew even harder and began to twitch that he was close to the edge.
“Cum… Hurry up and cum… Empty everything into my hand…!”
Her voice had turned into a commanding order.
“Ugh… Molga…!”
Finally, Logan’s body convulsed. Hot semen gushed into her palm. Thick white fluid overflowed between her fingers, and Molga continued to milk him slowly, squeezing out every last drop.
She moved lower, took his semen-covered cock into her mouth in one swift motion, and sucked it clean with wet, lewd sounds. Then she used magic to tidy everything up.
Logan sat there for a long while, catching his breath. After the rush of hot release, his mind gradually cleared. As reason returned, his judgment sharpened once more. He lifted his head and looked at Molga again.
The timing of her entrance, the way she had immediately pressed herself against his back and rubbed her breasts on him—it had all been far too natural, as if she had seen exactly what was happening with Isabel. Suspicion flashed in Logan’s eyes.
“…Molga.”
He called her name in a low voice.
“Did you secretly install a crystal orb in the dean’s office?”
For a split second, Molga’s face stiffened with guilt. Her pupils trembled slightly, but she immediately flew into a rage.
“Why on earth would I do something like that?! Why would you even think that?!”
Her voice rose sharply. She waved her hands wildly and took a step back.
“Forget it! I’m leaving!”
Molga whirled around, her robe flaring dramatically, and stormed toward the door. When she opened it, Isabel was waiting just outside. Molga shot her a fierce glare, then marched down the hallway with heavy, angry steps.
Isabel shrank under the intensity of that look, hunching her shoulders. Only after Molga had disappeared did she cautiously step back into the dean’s office.
“Um… Dean…”
She entered with a tearful expression, carefully watching Logan’s face.
“Did I… do something wrong…? She seemed really angry…”
Logan let out a long sigh and shook his head.
“It’s not your fault. That’s just how she is—her personality is naturally a bit… fiery. Don’t worry about it. Come back in and finish what you were doing.”
Isabel sighed in relief and returned to her desk. Logan picked up his documents again, but his eyes kept scanning every corner of the ceiling and walls.
‘Whether it’s a crystal orb or something else, she’s definitely planted something in here.’
He searched the dean’s office thoroughly for anything suspicious, but found nothing. Time passed, and the end of the month arrived.
The door to the dean’s office opened, and Ethan and Seris walked in.
“It’s been a while, Logan.”
Ethan extended his hand first. Logan smirked and gripped it firmly.
“It has. How have you been?”
Seris, standing behind him, gave a small respectful bow.
“Hello, Dean.”
Logan’s eyebrows rose slightly when he saw her. In just two months, the girl had completely transformed. She was taller, her eyes sharper, and her balanced physique radiated a new intensity. The way she carried herself and the aura around her showed that every trace of the rookie hero had been burned away.
“…You are Seris, right?” Logan asked, turning to Ethan. “How hard did you push her to make her change this much?”
Ethan scratched his head and let out a deep sigh.
“Don’t even ask. The requests never end. We went from the northern barbarian border all the way to the Nortia Kingdom front lines. It was exhausting.”
After speaking, Ethan flopped onto the sofa. Logan sat down across from him, and Seris took the seat beside Ethan.
“Did you come here to rest? Or is there a demon hiding somewhere in the academy?”
“We came to rest… and while we’re at it.” He paused for a moment, then looked Logan straight in the eye. “We came to find party members for Seris.”
Logan’s eyebrows twitched.
“What? Why would you look for them at the academy? If you announce you’re recruiting for the Hero’s Party, people would line up around the block.”
Ethan crossed his arms, looking thoughtful, then began to explain.
“When I became the Hero and formed a party with you, we were already veterans who had been through hell and back. So we gathered members and headed straight for the Demon King’s castle. But Seris is still only in her late teens. She doesn’t have enough experience.”
He glanced at Seris and added gently, “I want to fill the party with people she can grow with, people she can rely on, people with solid hearts. That’s why I thought Lumen Academy would be perfect.”
Ethan smiled as he continued.
“After all, they say Lumen is the best academy on the continent.”
Logan closed his eyes for a moment, then opened them again. He began mentally listing his students one by one. The faces of the most outstanding talents from each class floated into his mind.
‘There are plenty of good kids. But ones good enough to join the Hero’s Party…?’
Ethan saw the look on Logan’s face and chuckled.
“Hey, I’m not looking for someone like you. Lower your standards a bit.”
‘Is it because I spent half my life with this guy? He can read my mind so easily.’
“Then stick around for the end-of-month evaluation. You can watch and pick whoever you like.”
Anticipation and tension flickered in Seris’s eyes. Ethan nodded in agreement with Logan’s suggestion.
The end-of-month evaluation grounds, afternoon. The air was thick and humid with the sweat of the trainees.
At the very top of the spectator seats sat Logan, Ethan, and Seris side by side. Logan pulled a scroll from his robe and unfurled it.
“These are the students who meet my minimum cutoff. I gave every third-year a chance, twenty fourth-years, and five each from the fifth and sixth years.”
Ethan scanned the list and replied, “That’s still a lot. We’ll have to narrow it down.”
Seris looked at it as well and nodded.
“I’ll spar with each person on the list once. Then I’ll have the ones I like fight each other again. After that, I’ll interview the final group.”
Logan shrugged. “As expected of the Hero. You’ve got it all planned out.”
Ethan shrugged back at him. “If you came out of retirement, we wouldn’t have to worry about anything.”
“I already graduated from the Hero’s Party. I’m never going back.”
Logan avoided Ethan’s gaze and stepped forward. Soon his voice rang out across the training grounds, drawing everyone’s attention.
“Attention! All trainees whose names I call will line up here in front!”
As the students gathered and Ethan stood beside him, the murmurs exploded.
“H-Hero?! Is that really Sir Ethan?!”
“Lady Seris is here too?”
“They’re here to pick party members from among us!”
“For real?! Damn, I should’ve fixed my hair…”
“How many are they going to pick?”
Ethan looked at them calmly and stepped forward.
“The reason we’re here is to find talented individuals among you who can join the Hero’s Party.”
The students erupted once more in a massive wave of excitement. The Hero’s Party! It meant honor, wealth, and a name that would be recorded in history.
“From now on, I will personally test your abilities.”
Ethan jumped down from the spectator seats and picked up a practice sword.
“Starting with the tall brown-haired trainee in front—step forward.”
Without hesitation, Ethan began selecting students. He picked out twenty-eight candidates. Logan then had the instructors create a bracket, and they conducted further selections. Only three sixth-years made it through—and one of them was Layman.
Layman’s one-on-one opponent was a much larger fourth-year. He fought desperately, drawing on the fundamentals and persistence Logan had drilled into him during training. He blocked the opponent’s wild swings with everything he had. His slender body staggered under the blows, but he refused to fall. Though he lacked strength and experience, his stubborn tenacity proved the value of Logan’s teachings.
Unfortunately, the gap in skill and raw power was too great. In the end, he lost his grip on his sword after a powerful strike and suffered a disappointing defeat.
The other matches were fierce as well, but the one that truly caught Ethan and Seris’s attention was the duel between the top two third-years.
‘Third-year number one, Ched. He really deserves to be at the top of the current student body.’
Ethan watched Ched’s performance and drew a circle around his name on the list.
After all the duels were finished, they selected five final students from the list. Exactly five, including Ched. Layman checked the final five names, saw his own was missing, and lowered his head for a moment.
“Everyone worked hard. There are no failures in this month’s evaluation. Go rest well.”
The students clapped and lined up in front of their respective class instructors. Ethan and Logan conducted interviews and ultimately decided that Ched was the best fit. Ched officially joined the Hero’s Party.
The next morning, early, Ched packed his bags. He gave a short farewell to Dean Logan and climbed into the carriage prepared by Ethan and Seris.
Logan spoke to him calmly.
“The carriage will head to the capital of the Alderan Kingdom. That’s where your real test begins.”
“Yes!”
From atop the carriage, Ethan told him, “From now on, this is your test period as a candidate. If you don’t fit with Seris’s party or if we decide you’re lacking, we’ll send you back to the academy.”
Ched nodded firmly. He had seized the greatest opportunity of his life.
“Thank you, Hero. Dean.”
The carriage left through the main gate of Lumen Academy and quickly disappeared down the southern road toward the capital of the Alderan Kingdom.
Once the carriage carrying Ched had completely vanished from sight, Logan muttered to himself.
‘Things are going to get busy starting tomorrow…’