A Wife's Desperate Plea
When Isabel heard Logan call her wife, she stepped down from her assistant duties in the dean’s office and, after steeling her heart, began searching for another position within Lumen Academy. Now a commoner, she tried to leave her days as a noblewoman behind and find practical work, but reality was merciless. She spilled documents while organizing them, poured tea only to splash it everywhere, and shattered objects while cleaning. Mistakes followed her everywhere. The instructors and staff began to avoid her with careful, awkward distance. A former noblewoman forcing herself into menial labor simply looked out of place.
Once it became clear she could no longer work inside the academy, Isabel spent several days venturing outside its walls, looking for jobs in the town’s shops and workshops. Yet her delicate, slender hands were unused to rough labor. Blisters formed on her palms and her back throbbed with pain. There was nothing she could do properly.
That evening, Bella came to her quarters. The moment her daughter saw her, she threw her arms around Isabel in a tight hug.
“Mom, why do you look so down? Did those weird aunties scold you again for not being able to work?”
Isabel forced a smile, but she could not hide the tears welling in the corners of her eyes.
“No, Bella. Mom is fine. I’m just a little tired, that’s all.”
Bella took her mother’s hand in her small ones.
“Mom, please don’t do hard work. I’m going to become an amazing mage later! I’ll earn tons of money so you can do whatever you want.”
Bella squeezed her mother’s hand tightly.
“Should I go ask the dean? Maybe he can find you a job…”
At those words, Isabel’s heart sank. I’m even making my own daughter worry…
She pulled Bella into a fierce embrace.
“No, Bella. Mom will figure it out on her own.”
A few days later, she heard that Logan had returned from the royal capital. Isabel put on her cleanest and most dignified dress and visited the dean’s office.
“Dean. I’m sorry for coming so late.”
He was seated at his desk reviewing documents, but exhaustion was written clearly across his face.
“Isabel, what brings you here?”
She bowed gracefully before him.
“Dean. I have a request.”
Her voice was calm, yet filled with desperation.
“Please let me work in the dean’s office again. I tried learning other jobs for the past few days, but there was nothing I could do with my abilities. I want to become someone necessary to you, Dean. I will do anything.”
Logan stopped turning pages and lifted his gaze to look at her. Dressed in a violet dress with both hands neatly clasped and her head bowed, she looked pitiful. Upon closer inspection, he noticed her shoulders and fingertips trembling faintly.
He rose from his chair and moved to sit on the sofa.
“Anything, you say… I’m exhausted after returning from the capital. The carriage rattled terribly, so my neck and shoulders are especially stiff. Wife, could you give me a massage?”
Without hesitation, Isabel moved behind him and began earnestly kneading his neck and shoulders.
“Mmm… that feels good… Why don’t you also do what your previous husband liked?”
Isabel pressed her full, voluptuous breasts against the back of his neck. She took a deep breath, then wrapped the soft warmth of her chest around his neck, applying gentle pressure.
“Haaah… Haaa…”
Isabel inhaled deeply, focusing entirely on enveloping him with her body. She moved her breasts in slow, deliberate strokes, softly rubbing and pressing against the nape of his neck and the base of his skull.
I am someone necessary to the dean.
With nothing but the thought of service in her mind, Isabel poured every ounce of strength into moving her breasts so that Logan would feel the greatest comfort. The sounds of flesh meeting flesh and mingling breaths created low, sticky noises—hngh… slurp…
“Haa… ngh… Dean… does it feel refreshing?”
So absorbed in her service, she unconsciously let out a soft, lewd moan.
Logan kept his eyes closed, savoring the hot, plush sensation of the breasts wrapped around his neck.
“Hngh… Dean… here… should I press harder…?”
Her voice trembled with languid desire. Each time her breasts enveloped his neck, she could feel her nipples hardening inside her clothes. Logan surrendered himself to the feeling with his eyes still closed.
“Good… keep going, wife.”
Isabel tilted her head slightly and whispered into his ear, as if breathing the words directly into it.
“Yes… Dean…”
The soft, warm weight of her breasts against his neck melted away his fatigue.
“Hmm… Wife, you seem to be in a very good mood. Does that resolve to do anything still remain unchanged?”
“Yes, Dean. If it means Bella won’t have to worry about me, my dignity doesn’t matter. Please let me work in the dean’s office. I will do anything.”
Logan nodded slowly.
“Isabel. Starting tomorrow, return to the dean’s office. You will resume your assistant duties.”
Overjoyed, Isabel unconsciously grabbed his hand and pressed her lips to it.
“Thank you, Dean! Thank you so much!”
Logan withdrew his hand from her lips and placed it on her shoulder.
“However, you won’t be doing only simple assistant work like before. You were once a noblewoman, so you will perform tasks befitting that status.”
The next day, Isabel arrived at the dean’s office beaming with happiness as she carried out her tasks. Neria stood before Logan in a crisp white uniform.
“Now that Lumen Academy has entered its sixth year, I feel the need for internal oversight.”
Logan took out an epaulet engraved with the academy’s logo and handed it to her.
“As of today, Neria, you are the Inspector General of Lumen Academy. Conduct inspections and submit reports just as you did during your time as an inspector.”
“Understood.”
“There are empty spaces next to the dean’s office. Remodel them to resemble the inspection bureau in the royal capital and use them.”
“…You mean, exactly like the inspection bureau?”
“Yes. Everything exactly as you were accustomed to during your inspector days—interrogation rooms, personal lockers, locker rooms, all of it.”
Neria did not know what Logan intended by such orders, but she felt pleased to regain both a position of authority and a proper workspace.
“Yes. Then I will speak with the head of administration and complete the facilities for the academy’s inspection bureau as quickly as possible.”
Once Neria left, only Isabel and Logan remained in the dean’s office.
“Isabel.”
He called her name.
“Yes, Dean.”
Isabel looked up and answered brightly.
“Are your assistant duties going well? No difficulties?”
“Yes, Dean. Assistant work suits me perfectly.”
She placed both hands over her chest and bowed her head.
“Once again… thank you.”
“It’s a position you earned through your sincerity. There’s no need to thank me that much.”
Logan waved his hand lightly.
“I’ll have to step out of the academy for a while soon. Today’s work seems sufficient, so you may leave after lunch.”
“Yes, Dean. Have a safe trip.”
Logan decided to visit Ella for the first time in a while. He made his way toward the academy’s laundry room. The air inside was thick with steam and the scent of detergent, and several servants were busily working. But Ella was nowhere to be seen.
“Do you know where Ella is?”
The employee jumped at the dean’s sudden appearance, bowing deeply as she answered.
“Ah, Dean. Ella has been resting for the past two days because she isn’t feeling well. It seems to be quite a severe cold…”
Logan’s brows furrowed slightly. A cold…
He stopped by the kitchen and gathered some fresh fruit. Apples and grapes for Ella were placed into a bag. He headed straight for the staff quarters and asked the caretaker at the entrance.
“Which room is Ella’s?”
“Go up to the second floor. It’s the third room at the end of the hallway.”
When he reached her door, Logan knocked. A weak voice answered from inside.
“Who is it…?”
“It’s Dean Logan.”
A moment later, the sound of a lock turning could be heard, and the door opened a crack.
“Ah… Dean… please come in.”
Her long, dark-brown hair was disheveled, and the shadows of exhaustion beneath her eyes had grown even darker. Her face was flushed with fever yet somehow still looked pale. The traces of several days without proper rest were painfully obvious.
Logan studied her face and asked in a worried voice.
“Are you feeling very unwell?”
Ella gave a weak smile.
“The cold hit me quite hard. The healer said I should rest thoroughly for at least two days…”
Logan gazed at her for a moment, then gently pushed her shoulder.
“Then go lie down again. I’ll use the kitchen for a bit.”
He took an apple from the bag of fruit he had brought, peeled it, and sliced it into easy-to-eat pieces before placing them in a bowl. Carrying the bowl, he walked to the bed where Ella lay.
She was lying weakly beneath a thin blanket. Logan sat beside the bed and speared a piece of apple with a fork.
“Since you have no energy, you need to eat something to recover faster.”
He brought the apple to her lips. Ella carefully opened her mouth and accepted it.
“Mmm… It’s delicious, Dean. Thank you.”
After feeding her another slice, Logan asked.
“Does Layman know that you’re sick?”
Ella shook her head slightly.
“He probably doesn’t… I didn’t want to worry him unnecessarily…”
Even while ill, Ella was thinking of her son Layman. Logan found her maternal love truly admirable.
He set the bowl on the table and placed his hand on her forehead.
“You still have a fever.”
Ella blushed faintly and shook her head.
“It’s fine… Your hand feels cool, Dean… It feels nice.”
Logan examined her face carefully.
“Your face is still red. Rest a little more.”
He spoke gently and began to withdraw his hand. At that moment, Ella grabbed his wrist and pulled it toward her chest.
“That’s not what I mean, Dean.”
Still holding his hand, she guided it to rest directly over the center of her chest. Through the nightgown came the soft, yielding sensation of her breast and, beneath it, the rapid beating of her heart.
Thump… thump…
The sound seemed to fill the entire room.
“Your touch feels… so good…”
Ella whispered.
“Can you hear… my heart racing?”
Their eyes met. The air in the small room grew scorching hot.
Logan slowly leaned forward. Ella kept her eyes open, watching him. Their breathing drew closer, and the warmth of their breaths touched each other’s lips first. Logan moved closer still, and finally their lips met.
A jolt of electricity shot through Isabel—no, through Ella’s entire body.
“Hngh…”
Logan’s cool, firm hand cupped her cheek as their lips finally pressed together. At first it was a careful, light kiss. Chu. Chu… chu… His lips gently enveloped her trembling ones, and a small moan escaped her.
“Haa…”
Her hands slid past his neck and clung tightly to his solid back. The kiss grew deeper. Their lips moved against each other with sticky hunger. Slurp… chu… hngh…
Ella’s breasts pressed against his chest, her heart pounding even harder. Thump-thump… thump… Their heartbeats seemed to reach each other.
Logan did not stop the kiss. He gently bit and sucked on her lower lip. Ella responded by parting her lips, cautiously welcoming his tongue. The warm, wet sensation intertwined, and the kiss grew hotter still. Her fingers, wrapped in his embrace, stroked through his hair.
After the long kiss finally ended, Logan slowly pulled his lips away and looked into her eyes. Ella’s cheeks were now even redder—whether from fever or the kiss, it was impossible to tell. Breathing hard, she buried her face shyly against his chest. In the small room, only the sound of their breathing echoed softly.
Ella clung to him and whispered in the tiniest voice.
“Dean…”
Her eyes were filled with a mixture of shame and desperate longing.
“I… have a request.”
Logan stroked her hair and answered.
“Tell me.”
“Please… do it all the way.”