Let's Both Be Honest
After Neria left, Logan opened the window of the dean’s office and let the breeze wash over him, cooling his head.
His eyes rested on the trainees training below, but his mind kept circling back to the fierce anger he had just unleashed and the questions he had about his own behavior.
“...Ha. Fuck.”
A self-mocking curse slipped from Logan’s lips before he could stop it.
He had turned a situation that could have been handled with a simple threat and some smooth persuasion into a full-blown crisis.
The proper response for Logan, Dean of Lumen Academy would have been to seize the inspector’s weakness, force her to write a report to the royal family stating that the academy had no problems, make her sign a written oath, and settle the matter amicably.
But Logan had done none of those things.
All the stress he had swallowed for six years had exploded the instant he saw the crystal orb Neria had installed.
For six years he had comforted the students when their training wore them down, soothed them, and tried to carry them through to the end. When arrogant nobles slipped him money to look after their useless sons, he had smiled and said, “Yes, understood.” He had endured the urge to stab the ones who threw tantrums about why their children hadn’t been admitted. He had worked tirelessly to protect the academy’s flawless public image.
‘For six years I played the part of the ridiculously diligent dean.’
Logan let out a dry chuckle.
“I don’t care anymore.”
He dropped heavily into the chair behind his desk, crossed his legs, and propped his feet on the tabletop. Then he closed his eyes and tried to sleep.
A knock at the door pulled him from his doze. When he opened his eyes, it was already close to lunchtime.
As he sat up, he felt an unusual clarity in his vision and a strange lightness in his body.
The door opened and his secretary, Isabel, stepped inside. She offered him a light greeting.
“Good afternoon, Dean.”
She gave him her usual languid smile and took her seat.
Logan returned the greeting, then walked slowly around behind her.
“What brings you here?”
Watching Isabel smile up at him, his gaze naturally slid from her lips, down the line of her breasts, and all the way to her thighs.
Isabel sensed something different in his behavior and felt a flicker of doubt, but she told herself it was only her imagination and waited for him to speak.
Logan placed both hands lightly on her shoulders. His thumbs pressed in, kneading firmly as he asked,
“I heard you’ve been troubled lately.”
The moment his strong hands bore down on her shoulders, Isabel drew in a sharp breath without meaning to.
She couldn’t hide her confusion at the sudden change in Logan’s aura, yet his fingers found every knot with perfect precision and melted them away, giving her a strange sense of relief.
Isabel tried to smile, but she couldn’t keep her voice from trembling.
“Troubled, sir? It’s nothing. Just… there’s been rather a lot of paperwork lately…”
“Does paperwork turn your shoulders into solid rock?”
Logan’s fingers pressed along the curve of her neck as he spoke.
Isabel sighed and idly toyed with the stack of documents on the desk.
“Honestly… my biggest worry is how much I’ve come to depend on you.”
“After my husband left, I lost everything. I’m a commoner now, and I have no idea how I’m supposed to go on living. To be perfectly frank, I’m terrified every night wondering how long this life of leaning on you can possibly last.”
She drew a shaky breath.
“And above all… my daughter is still so young. A mother should be someone her child can rely on…”
“I see…”
Her voice came out thin and trembling.
“I really am depending on you too much, aren’t I?”
Logan slowly withdrew the hands that had been massaging her shoulders and returned to his own chair.
In a perfectly calm voice he said,
“Starting tomorrow, why don’t you begin looking for proper employment elsewhere?”
Isabel’s eyes flew wide.
“…Pardon?”
“Don’t misunderstand me.”
He looked straight into her eyes.
“You’re here at the academy with Bella for now, but what will you do once she graduates? A wife will eventually have to stand on her own two feet. If you keep working only under me… won’t it be even harder for you when that day comes?”
Isabel’s pupils trembled.
Logan smiled gently and finished,
“Take tomorrow off and start looking for other work. You’ve adapted to academy life well enough by now, haven’t you?”
Isabel bit her lip, then answered in a shaking voice.
“…Understood.”
Her mind had gone completely white.
The next morning arrived.
Logan sat in his office chair, lazily flipping through the documents on his desk.
“Oh. You’re here.”
When Neria entered after the knock, her face still carried the shock of the previous night—wariness and humiliation tangled together.
As soon as she stepped inside, Logan rose from his chair and beckoned.
“Come in, Neria. Sit on the sofa.”
It was a natural command. Neria could not refuse it.
Logan picked up the small crystal orb that lay on his desk—the very same magic orb Neria had installed herself yesterday, now resting in his hand.
He activated it.
The crystal began to play a crystal-clear recording of Neria masturbating in this very office the evening before.
Neria’s face flushed scarlet in an instant.
“Now, masturbate exactly the way you did yesterday.”
Neria bit her lip so hard it nearly bled, but she had already chosen to submit. With trembling fingers she began unbuttoning her top.
She opened each button slowly, then moved her hands to her breasts.
Just as the image in the crystal showed, Neria began to squeeze and caress them. Her face was a complicated tangle of shame and an inexplicable heat.
That was when it happened.
BANG-BANG-BANG!
A fierce knocking rattled the door of the dean’s office.
Logan immediately shut off the crystal and ordered her to stop.
“That’s enough. Go home for today.”
Neria’s face twisted with a mixture of panic and disbelief as she frantically straightened her clothes.
The moment she opened the door and hurried out, the person standing outside was Molga.
Molga swept into the office with a scowl, glaring at Logan the second Neria was gone.
She had realized Logan had brought another woman into the dean’s office and had come early, using her clairvoyance to peer inside before anything strange could happen.
The instant she looked, she had seen the woman pleasuring herself on Logan’s orders. Shocked, she had pounded on the door and burst inside.
Molga planted herself in front of the sofa and stared daggers at Logan.
Logan gave a small, amused laugh.
He still didn’t know what kind of magic protected this office, but it seemed to summon Molga like a ghost every time a woman appeared.
“Logan, what the hell do you think you’re doing?”
Molga broke the suffocating silence with a sharp question.
Logan shrugged, perfectly relaxed.
“What do you mean? I’m simply handling my work in my own office in my own way.”
“Your own way? You call that vulgar behavior in the dean’s office of Lumen Academy ‘private business’? You are the face of this academy! Have you forgotten that your dignity is the dignity of Lumen Academy itself?”
Logan rose slowly and walked toward her.
“You keep talking about dignity while you orbit around me. Don’t pretend you don’t want it too.”
The moment the words left his mouth, he pulled Molga into a fierce embrace.
The first thing that reached his nose was her warm body heat and the unique scent that belonged only to her.
She must have taken care before coming; a soft lilac fragrance drifted gently from her. Beneath it lay the sweet, tender aroma of her own skin.
“You smell good.”
Logan spoke against her neck, then let his hand slide down naturally to grip her ass.
The sudden skinship and blatant comment turned Molga’s face crimson. Caught in the lewd atmosphere, she missed her chance to resist.
Logan watched her flushed expression with satisfaction and gave a light laugh.
“Be honest with me.”
He pressed a light kiss to her lips.
Molga flinched and tried to pull away, but Logan’s arm tightened around her waist like steel.
This time the kiss was deeper, impossible to escape. Molga resisted for only a moment before her fists tapped weakly against his shoulder in a half-hearted show of refusal. Soon she surrendered, accepting the kiss. The dean’s office filled with the wet sounds of their tongues sliding against each other.
“Haa… ah…”
He looked at Molga—face completely red, breathing hard.
“Molga, you look especially beautiful today.”
“…Why are you acting like this? This isn’t like you.”
Logan let out a long, tired sigh.
“I’m just… exhausted from running the academy. After living as nothing but a dean for six years, sometimes I want to go back to being the Logan from my adventurer days.”
At those words, Molga slowly wrapped both arms around his waist.
Logan pulled her close and closed his eyes.
The two of them stayed like that for a long time, simply sharing each other’s warmth.
Logan opened his eyes first. He began to kiss her lips again, softly this time.
When their gazes met and the kiss broke, Molga whispered,
“I… didn’t wear anything pretty underneath today, so don’t tease me when you see.”
Logan smiled and whispered back,
“Don’t worry. Everything looks beautiful on you.”
Molga averted her eyes for a moment, then slowly began unfastening the buttons of her robe.
The black robe slid from her shoulders and pooled on the floor. Her blouse followed. Then her long black skirt.
All that remained was Molga standing shyly in simple white lace bra and panties.
Logan pulled off his own top, wrapped his arms around her waist, and cupped her firm, beautifully rounded breasts with slightly trembling hands.
Molga let out a tiny breath.
“…Logan…”
His touch grew even more attentive, caressing her with care. Molga closed her eyes and gave herself over to his hands.
This was the moment she had waited eight long years for. She felt herself growing wetter by the second and bit down on her finger to hold back the moans.
Logan gently laid her on the sofa and lowered his face between her knees.
Molga swallowed hard and threaded her fingers lightly through his hair.
The instant his lips touched her most sensitive spot—
“Mmm… ah…”
A small moan escaped her.
When the tip of his tongue began to move softly up and down, her hips twitched.
“Haa… Logan… right there… uhh… it feels… too good…”
Her voice trembled with sweetness.
Logan stroked her thigh with one hand while his tongue moved deeper, slower.
Slurp… slurp…
The wet sucking sounds filled the dean’s office.
Molga threw her head back and clutched the sofa cushion with white-knuckled fingers.
“Haa… ahhng…”
After several minutes she looked up at him, panting.
“Logan… I can’t… I can’t hold it anymore… hurry… put it inside me…”
Logan nodded and aligned his cock with her entrance.
Knowing this was her first time, he held back his own excitement and pushed in slowly, gently, with exquisite care.
“Ugh… uuu…!”
Molga squeezed her eyes shut and clung to his back.
Once he was fully seated, Logan stopped moving entirely.
He kissed her and whispered,
“It’s all right… I’ll go slow.”
When her expression softened, he began to move—very, very gently.
The considerate, tender rhythm soon washed away the pain and replaced it with pure pleasure.
“Hng… haa… mmm!”
Little by little, Molga’s moans grew sweeter and more intense, filling the soundproofed office.
“Ha… haak…”
“Huk… huk…”
His cock grew burning hot. Every thrust drew sticky nectar from her.
“Ah… ah, it’s so good…”
Molga gripped his shoulders and surrendered completely to the rhythm.
Once she had adjusted, Logan gradually increased his pace.
Slap, slap! Squish, squish!
Flesh met flesh with lewd, wet sounds as Molga responded violently.
“Ah… aht…! Heut…!”
The faster he moved, the louder her pussy sounded. As if trying to drown out the noise, Molga moaned even more shamelessly.
“Aah! Aahng! I’m going to cum♡…!”
Her trembling voice rang out as she gave herself to him completely.
“Huaaang—!”
“Kkgh… I’m coming…”
Unable to endure the scorching tightness inside her any longer, Logan pulled out at the last second and spilled thick, hot cum across her smooth lower belly.
“Haa… haaa… kiss me…”
When Molga spread her arms and looked at him with needy, watery eyes, Logan gathered her close, pressed their bodies together, and kissed her deeply.
Slurp… chu… rup…
“That was incredible, Molga…”
“For me too…”
They kissed again, clinging to each other for a long time as if trying to preserve the blazing heat between them.