The Royal Summons and the Inspector's Secret Stash
After his heated rendezvous with Molga, Logan felt considerably lighter as he handled the day's duties in the dean's office. He still had no idea how she could tell whenever he brought a woman into the room, but at this point he figured he might as well just dote on her whenever she showed up. That was when the crystal orb lit up with a report from the administrative chief.
"Dean, a royal messenger has arrived."
"Understood."
When he opened the door, a messenger wearing the royal uniform stood waiting. The man bowed politely and offered a sealed letter.
"His Majesty the King commands that Dean Logan come to the royal capital at once. Envoys from the other nations have arrived, and they insist on speaking with you in person."
Envoys from the other kingdoms… Brienne and Nortia, I suppose.
In this world, three kingdoms existed across the continent: Alderan, Brienne, and Nortia. Each possessed similar territory and national strength. To confront the Demon King’s army descending from the northernmost reaches, they shared a long defensive line that stretched across the continent.
Logan immediately began packing. The journey by carriage from the academy to the Alderan capital took roughly six days. He called for Neria. She was now his loyal subordinate and instructor, after all.
"Neria, get ready. You’re coming with me to the capital."
The two of them boarded the carriage and set off for the royal capital. Logan’s mind was complicated. The king’s summons had been far too sudden.
"Any idea why he’s calling me?"
Neria answered carefully.
"Most likely… they wish to ask you to share your expertise with their own national academies."
Logan nodded and closed his eyes. On the third day, the carriage continued racing toward the Alderan capital. Inside the cramped space, Neria’s white uniform remained perfectly neat even after three days of travel. Yet every small jolt of the carriage made her firm, elastic breasts bounce endlessly beneath the crisp fabric of her jacket. Neria herself seemed unaware, but Logan could not stop noticing.
Finally, the patience he had been clinging to snapped.
Fuck… I can’t hold back anymore.
He pulled a crystal orb from his bag, pressed it lightly into the corner of the carriage wall, and activated it.
"Neria."
She had been watching him and answered in surprise.
"Yes, Dean."
"Take it off."
"I’ve been staring at those bouncing tits for three days. I can’t endure it any longer."
Neria hesitated in confusion, but when Logan repeated the command, she slowly began unbuttoning her uniform jacket one by one. Soon her voluptuous breasts spilled free, still cupped in her bra.
"Masturbate. Just like you did that day in the dean’s office."
At Logan’s words, memories of that day flooded back. Hesitantly, Neria placed both hands on her enormous breasts. She began to knead them, squeezing and rolling the supple flesh. The elastic skin rippled under her grip, and as her fingers brushed her nipples they gradually stiffened into hard peaks.
"Hngh…"
When a faint moan slipped from her lips, Logan gave another order.
"Suck on your own nipples."
She tugged her bra down slightly, lifted her massive breasts with both hands, and brought one stiff peak to her mouth. Slurp… suck…
God, that’s fucking hot. I wonder if Isabel could do that too?
Logan could no longer restrain himself. He pulled out his cock and began stroking it.
"Now pinch and twist those nipples with your fingers."
Under the continuous commands, Neria grew more and more aroused. She began tormenting her nipples between her fingers.
"Hnnngh…!"
"Good. You know what comes next, don’t you?"
She released her breasts, slid her right hand between her thighs, and pressed it firmly against the front of her stiff uniform trousers. Schlick. She bunched her fingers together and began rubbing her most sensitive spot through the fabric.
"Hah… haaah…"
Her pace quickened as she hit the right spot. A visible wet patch began to form on the front of her pants. Schlick, schlick, schlick-schlick-schlick.
"Hnnngh! Ah… aah…"
When he saw her desperately trying to hold back her moans, Logan decided to share an important detail.
"This carriage is very well soundproofed. The driver outside won’t hear a thing."
At those words, Neria’s movements grew frantic. Her body began to tremble violently, and she squirted forcefully onto the floor beneath the carriage seat.
"Haaaaang…!"
Logan didn’t miss the moment. He aimed his throbbing cock at her face and unleashed thick ropes of hot semen, drenching her like watering a flower. With her face completely covered in cum, Neria panted harshly, her expression turning lewd as she gazed up at him.
Satisfied, Logan turned off the crystal orb.
The carriage finally arrived at the royal palace. The pair were escorted to the audience chamber. The king sat upon his throne. Logan and Neria knelt and bowed.
"It has been a while, Logan."
"I trust Your Majesty has been well."
After exchanging greetings, Logan expressed his gratitude regarding Neria.
"Thank you for allowing Neria to become an instructor at the academy. She has been an enormous help."
"Indeed. I’m not sure how you managed to scout a kingdom inspector who was still on active duty, but treat her well."
Logan glanced at Neria as he finished speaking.
"Of course. Since I scouted her personally, I’ll water her like a prized flower and give her plenty of attention."
At the mention of “watering,” memories of what had happened in the carriage flashed through Neria’s mind. Her hips twitched involuntarily.
The king gave a light nod. As Logan and the king exchanged casual conversation, a voice came from beyond the door.
"Your Majesty, the foreign envoys request an audience. May they enter?"
The king granted permission.
"Let them in."
The doors opened, and the envoys from the kingdoms of Brienne and Nortia entered. They bowed deeply before the king.
"We greet His Majesty, King of Alderan."
When the king nodded, one of the envoys looked at Logan and asked,
"Is this man Dean Logan?"
"It is. Since he is here in person, ask him directly."
The envoys from Brienne and Nortia greeted Logan.
"It is an honor to meet you."
After brief introductions, the envoy from Brienne spoke first.
"Dean, the death rate on each nation’s front lines has risen sharply, and morale is plummeting."
"Yet on Alderan’s front the casualty rate remains relatively low. Upon investigation, we discovered it is closely tied to Lumen Academy."
"I will be direct. We would like you to dispatch this year’s graduating class from Lumen Academy to our kingdom’s front lines."
"The three kingdoms are allied against the Demon King, are we not? If one front collapses completely, it will not be good for Alderan either."
Logan’s eyebrow rose slightly. He glanced at the king, then countered the envoys.
"I understand both of your kingdoms are also operating academies. Shouldn’t you first verify the results of your own institutions?"
The envoys exchanged glances. The Brienne envoy pressed on.
"Graduation is still far off. Even if we deployed them now, they would only die meaningless deaths. Reports have reached every nation stating that when Lumen Academy graduates are deployed, morale rises and the survival rate of other soldiers increases as well."
"Dean Logan, we implore you. If Lumen Academy’s graduates fight alongside us on our front, we can drastically reduce the sacrifices we must endure."
Logan, who had been silent, lifted his gaze to the Brienne envoy, then shifted it to the Nortia envoy. His eyes carried a clear warning: if this was all some kind of scheme, he would not let it slide.
"Very well. Once the third-year students graduate, I will dispatch them. However, there are exactly four conditions."
He folded his fingers one by one as he spoke.
"First, the military service period for dispatched personnel will be shortened to two years. This will be formalized in a joint oath document signed by Alderan, Brienne, and Nortia, bearing the royal seals of all three kingdoms."
While the envoys exchanged looks, Logan folded a second finger.
"Second. Guaranteed return. If cumulative severe casualties among the dispatched personnel exceed sixty-six percent, all personnel will return immediately. No questions, no excuses. The agreement ends at that moment."
"Third. Financial support. Brienne and Nortia will each cover thirty percent of Lumen Academy’s operating expenses for two years."
The Nortia envoy’s face hardened.
"Finally, on the day the first graduating class emerges from the academies of Brienne and Nortia, there will be no further dispatches."
Logan stopped speaking and looked at the king. The envoys exchanged brief glances. The Brienne envoy spoke as if swallowing a sigh.
"Dean, we understand the conditions… However, the third clause—covering thirty percent of operating costs—is quite burdensome. If you could adjust it to twenty-five percent, we would agree."
Logan laughed inwardly. He had aimed for twenty-five percent from the start.
"Fine. Twenty-five percent it is."
The envoys nodded in relief.
"Then we will prepare the documents and return tomorrow."
The envoys from both kingdoms withdrew with proper etiquette. Once the door closed, only the king, Logan, and Neria remained in the audience chamber.
"Your Majesty, what did the other kingdoms offer in return?"
"They asked for nothing. The academy is entirely yours, Viscount Logan. All I needed was your opinion."
"I see… In that case, I have something to report."
"Speak."
"I plan to increase the academy’s enrollment next year. I thought I should inform you since expansion construction will be necessary."
The king answered readily.
"Understood. Ask for anything you need. I am always grateful that you work so hard for the kingdom from the shadows, Logan."
Then, with a playful smile, he added,
"By the way… any interest in attending the palace party tomorrow?"
Logan answered immediately, visibly repulsed.
"I will return to the academy at once."
The king burst into loud laughter.
"Hahaha! I suppose the noblewomen were rather aggressive last time. Attend only if you wish. You may withdraw now."
Logan bowed deeply.
"Then I shall take my leave."
He left the audience chamber with Neria. Following her guidance, they headed to the headquarters of the Kingdom Inspectorate, where she had served for many years. As soon as they stepped down from the carriage, the personnel standing at the main gate all bowed at once.
Neria had once been a high-ranking inspector, so her name still carried considerable influence within the department. Once inside the building, Neria’s demeanor was the complete opposite of the woman who had been toyed with inside the carriage. Her expression was cold and overflowing with confidence. An imposing aura radiated from her, overwhelming everyone around her. Her gait and gaze belonged to the Ice Queen of the Inspectorate—the woman who had once interrogated and investigated countless nobles and officers.
Logan walked beside her, watching her transformation with interest.
"Inspector Neria!"
Several former colleagues who encountered her in the hallway approached in surprise. Neria shook hands briefly with her old subordinates and answered in a detached tone.
"I stopped by briefly to finish some handover matters. I now belong to Lumen Academy. Since I have withdrawn from the Kingdom Inspectorate, I ask that the rest of you work hard. I must organize my belongings now."
With that stiff greeting, she dismissed her colleagues. Neria led Logan down the hallway to what had once been her office. While sorting through her things one by one, she opened a hidden secret compartment. Inside, along with various documents, several recording crystal orbs rolled around.
"Are all of these evidence?"
"Yes… They are materials I secretly recorded while working as an inspector to catch the weaknesses of nobles and commoners alike."
Neria explained calmly. Logan played the orbs with evident interest. Most captured compromising moments, but mixed among them were crystal orbs that had blatantly recorded sexual scenes.
"Oho~"
Logan smiled as he selected the ones containing sexual content and slipped them into his pocket.
"Neria. Let’s watch these together later in the dean’s office."
Neria’s face instantly flushed bright red. She realized that the contents of those orbs would soon become her own future actions.
"D-Dean…"
With a trembling voice, Neria finished organizing the remaining orbs Logan had left behind. She disposed of the useless ones in a disposal magic circle. When the cleanup was nearly finished, Logan spoke again.
"I’d like to take a look at the interrogation room."
Neria led him to a thick door at the end of the headquarters corridor.
"This is the interrogation room I used most often."
Logan nodded and opened the door, stepping inside.