The Inspector's Fall

The arrogant inspector Neria Crowin tapped the thick stack of papers on the table with her fingertips as she pondered.

Over the past two days, she had interviewed every single one of the thirty sixth-generation students. Their unanimous verdict was the same.

"Layman? His current skill level puts him in the top five."

"It's hard to believe he was ever ranked thirty-first. He's improved so much."

"He's actually a good rival. Thanks to him, we've all been training harder."

Her investigation into Bella had been blocked by the Magic Department's classified information and Molga's personal interference, making further digging nearly impossible. So she changed direction and interviewed the academy staff, where she managed to uncover a few small clues.

"Ella? I saw her heading to the Dean's office with a lunchbox the other day..."

"She seemed pretty close with the Dean, didn't she?"

"Her son got in thanks to the Dean's help, right?"

Neria immediately went to the dormitory where Layman's mother was staying. She knocked on the door. It creaked open slightly, and Ella peeked out.

"...Who is it?"

Neria introduced herself as the inspector.

"Could you spare me a moment? I have a few questions."

Ella opened the door fully and invited her inside. Once seated on a small chair, Neria got straight to the point.

"The Dean granted your son, who was ranked thirty-first, additional acceptance. Did you ever visit him separately to express your gratitude?"

Ella tilted her head slightly before answering.

"Yes, I did. I went to see him and offered my thanks in person."

Neria continued with her second question, drawing on the testimony from the academy staff.

"Second question. The academy staff mentioned that you visited the Dean's office several times... May I ask what the purpose of those visits was?"

"I... I prepared lunch myself as a token of gratitude and brought it to him. A few times... That's all."

Neria delivered her final question. Her eyes sharpened, clearly intending to rattle Ella. She raised the intensity of her inquiry.

"When you enter the Dean's office, it's just the Dean there. While the two of you were ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠alone, did anything inappropriate happen?"

In that instant, Ella's face turned deathly pale, then flushed bright red. She shot up from her seat.

"Inspector!"

Her voice trembled with fury.

"Do not insult the Dean! He is not that kind of man!"

The room fell silent. Neria stared at her wordlessly for a moment before slowly lowering her head.

"...I apologize for my rudeness. I'm sorry, Miss Ella."

She wrote in her notebook: Bribery — X. Determined to be personal favor.

Neria left the room and hid nearby, waiting for Ella to head to the Dean's office. But even after the lights in the dormitory went out, Ella never moved. Neria eventually turned back toward her own quarters, a hollow feeling in her chest.

The next morning, Logan opened the door to the Dean's office and greeted the woman who entered.

"Welcome, Inspector from the royal court."

"Dean, what is the meaning of this?"

Neria always maintained a perfect poker face, but the sudden summons had cast a faint shadow of tension across her features.

"Sit down."

With that firm command, Logan pulled a small crystal orb from his pocket and placed it on the table.

"...Do you know what this is, Inspector?"

The moment Neria's eyes landed on the orb, they flickered ever so slightly. She kept her lips pressed tightly together.

Logan gave the crystal a light spin with his finger.

"I found it last night on the very top shelf of the bookcase in the Dean's office. You hid it quite well in the dustiest, most untouched spot."

"That device was installed by me to ensure fair inspection. If the Dean were to violate academy regulations and engage in personal—"

Logan cut her off. There was no longer any need to show the inspector respect. His voice had grown ice-cold.

"Bullshit. You wanted to know if I was the kind of bastard who blackmails parents ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠with illegal admissions, didn't you?"

He immediately activated the magic within the crystal orb. A crystal-clear recording filled the air, and Neria's own face dominated the image.

"Your installation technique was quite impressive. Since you touched it with your own hands, you can't even claim someone else planted it."

Logan watched as Neria's face hardened completely, then stopped the orb.

"If I send this to His Majesty right now, what do you think will happen? Tampering with the Dean of the academy at a time when the Demon King's army has reappeared?"

For the first time, Neria spoke. Her voice shook.

"...Report me. If I have done wrong, I will accept whatever disciplinary action follows proper procedure."

Logan let out ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠a short, dry laugh.

"That's good to hear... But you have a younger brother, don't you? He'll have to enlist in a few years..."

At the mention of her younger brother, Neria's expression shattered.

"Right now, every kingdom on the continent is scrambling to build their own academies. Alderan is no different... By the time your brother enlists, they'll probably be recruiting new students..."

Logan studied her reaction before continuing.

"The mortality rate on the front lines is rising steadily. You know that better than anyone, Neria."

Neria could no longer meet his eyes. She lowered her head.

"If His Majesty becomes furious, your entire family will likely be thrown into prison for investigation. Your brother, with no talent and no training, would be dragged to the front lines. Do you think a commoner like that could survive?"

Logan slid a single sheet of oath paper toward her.

"Make a deal with me. I'll bury the fact that you installed this device. In return, you will send a report to the royal family stating that the academy has no problems. And..."

He pulled out a sheet of letter paper, picked up a pen, and began writing.

"I will send a letter to His Majesty."

"You will officially become an 'instructor at Lumen Academy.' Of course, in reality, you'll be nothing more than my obedient subordinate..."

He slid another document beside the oath.

"This is the application form for the next enrollment period. If you agree to my terms, your brother can enter Lumen, receive proper training, and have a real chance on the front lines."

Neria swallowed hard, her lips trembling. Tears welled up in her eyes. If she upheld her principles, her brother would be thrown defenseless onto the deadly front lines. If she abandoned them, his chances of returning alive would increase dramatically.

"...Understood."

With a trembling hand, she picked up the pen and signed her name on both the oath and the guardian section of the enrollment form.

Once Neria had submitted, Logan stared at her with eyes that remained coldly indifferent.

"With this, your brother is safe. But Inspector Neria, your convictions must die completely in this room today."

He picked up the crystal orb and pressed the record button, then turned it so the lens faced her directly.

"Now, let's add one final insurance policy."

Logan let his gaze travel over the royal inspector's uniform draped across her shoulders.

"You installed this because you thought I was doing inappropriate things in this room... So why don't you perform those lewd acts yourself. I'll record exactly the kind of scene you were trying to capture."

Neria's eyes widened in shock.

"D-Dean..."

"Take off the uniform."

At Logan's commanding tone, Neria began unbuttoning her immaculate uniform one by one. As the fabric slid off her shoulders with a soft rustle, it revealed an enormous pair of breasts trapped within a black lace bra.

Logan chuckled lowly.

"As expected... You were hiding quite the assets under that inspector's uniform."

He leaned back against the sofa, one arm draped over the backrest, and spoke in a low voice.

"Touch your breasts with your hands. Slowly... Draw circles with your palms."

Neria swallowed a shaky breath and raised both hands. Her palms cupped the bra, and a soft moan escaped her.

"Mmm..."

Her hands began to move in slow circles. The soft flesh beneath her palms squished and spread repeatedly.

"Don't touch your nipples yet. Just keep circling."

"Haa... Hng..."

Her breathing grew rougher and her face flushed deeper. Logan issued his next order.

"Pinch your nipples. Both at once. Hard."

Neria caught her nipples between her thumbs and forefingers. The moment she twisted them slightly—

"Ahk...!"

A sharp moan tore from her throat as her hips bucked violently.

"Now take off the bra and suck on them. One at a time, alternating, and make it loud."

Neria removed the massive bra and lowered her head, lifting her left breast with both hands. The obscene wet sounds of her sucking filled the Dean's office.

Chuuup... Chup... Slurp...

Logan watched the lewd display, pulled down his pants, and began stroking his massive cock. As Neria licked and sucked her own nipple, her excitement seemed to take over; one of her hands unconsciously drifted toward her pants.

"Wait! Do the other side too!"

At his command, her hand froze. She lifted her right breast instead.

"Haa... Aah..."

The sight of her moaning while sucking her own nipples was being recorded clearly by the crystal orb.

"Now rub yourself over your pants. Find the spot you want to touch most."

Her hand moved downward. The white fabric of her pants sank deeply under her fingers, revealing the soaked indentation.

"Ah... Aah...!"

The very first stroke instantly drenched her pants, leaving a dark, glistening patch. Without being told, she spread her legs and began rubbing her fingers rapidly up and down.

"Hngh!.. Haa... Hngh...!"

Logan observed the extreme shame and pleasure she was inflicting upon herself as he continued stroking.

"Open your eyes. Look straight at the crystal. It's recording just how lewd you are."

Neria gazed at the orb with hazy eyes. With one hand squeezing her breast and the other frantically rubbing between her legs, she cried out.

"Haaaaaaaahng!"

Her body convulsed violently. A flood of liquid soaked the sofa as she reached climax. At the exact moment of her orgasm, Logan aimed his release at her face.

Thick, hot semen splattered across her forehead, nose, lips, and chin, dripping down in thick strands. Neria kept her eyes closed, panting heavily, letting the cum run wherever it wanted.

When she finally slumped against the sofa, exhausted and gasping, Logan stopped the recording.

"Excellent work, Instructor Neria Crowin."

Logan nodded in satisfaction.

"Report to the Dean's office starting tomorrow morning. You are no longer a royal inspector. From now on, you are simply my loyal subordinate and instructor."