Her Longing for Logan (2)
Since they located the demon tribe faster than expected, the entire schedule wrapped up ahead of time. Inside the cabin, Logan finished changing and looked at Molga with a faint smile.
“Since things turned out this way… shall we stay together one more day?”
She stared at him intently. “Are you… asking me out on a date right now?”
“That’s right. No urgent business, so let’s tour the nearby territory.”
“Yes! I love it!” Molga bounced on the spot, unable to hide her delight at the unexpected proposal.
The pair mounted their horses and headed for the nearby Bern Barony. When they arrived, the territory was packed with people—the full-moon festival was in full swing.
“Wow, there are so many people! Logan, look over there!”
Molga grabbed his arm and tugged him along like an excited child. She stopped in front of a magic-item shop brimming with colorful artifacts. Her eyes sparkled as she scanned the shelves, then plucked an old, dusty cup from a corner.
“Look at this, Logan! It’s such a fun item.”
“What is it? Looks like an ordinary wine cup.”
“It’s called a Moonlight Wine Glass. When you pour wine under a full moon, the magic reacts and makes the flavor incredibly rich.”
Molga shook the glass playfully. “It’ll taste even better if we drink it together.”
“Then let’s drink it together on the next full moon.”
Molga beamed. “Promise?”
Logan bought the glass and slipped it into his coat. When they stepped back outside, people were dancing in a large circle in the middle of the street. Drums and flutes rang through the air.
Molga seized his hand. “Let’s dance too!”
Logan gave an awkward laugh. “I can’t dance.”
“Doesn’t matter! Just follow me!”
She dragged him into the crowd. Grumbling the whole time, Logan still tried to match her steps, moving clumsily. Molga held his hand tightly, laughing as she spun. Her hair fluttered in the wind. Logan laughed with her, turning together under the music.
“You’re really beautiful,” he whispered between the notes.
Molga’s cheeks flushed. She squeezed his hand harder. “You look… incredibly handsome today, too.”
The crowd spun in their circle while Logan and Molga whirled among them. When the dance ended, Molga fixed her hair and lightly smacked his arm.
“I’m hungry. What should we eat?”
Logan took her hand and headed toward the market stalls. “I smell grilled skewers over there—let’s go.”
At a street cart, meat and vegetable skewers sizzled over the fire. Molga’s eyes sparkled as she picked one up.
“Try this!”
She took a bite, then held it out to him. “Ah—open up.”
Logan smiled and accepted the bite. “It’s good.”
“You’ve got sauce on your lip.”
She wiped the sauce from the corner of his mouth with her finger, then slipped that same finger between her own lips and sucked it clean. Logan’s eyebrows rose.
“Why are you so bold today?”
Molga shrugged playfully. “When will we get to date like this again? I have to be aggressive.”
Caught up in the festive mood, they stopped in front of a clothing shop displaying various garments. Molga, who usually wore only mage robes or modest attire, had her gaze stolen by one particular outfit on a mannequin.
“Logan, wait! I want to try that on.”
What she pointed at was a set of adventurer’s leather armor intricately crafted from dark black leather. It was the kind worn by agile archers or rogues—focused on mobility rather than defense.
A short while later, the changing curtain parted and Molga stepped out. Logan’s eyes widened slightly. The tight leather top hugged her ample breasts, pushing them up into a dizzying cleavage. The pants clung to her slim waist and continued down her toned legs, accentuating every curve.
“What do you think? It suits me better than expected, right?”
Molga placed her hands on her hips and struck a pose, one foot lifted, head tilted, flashing a mischievous smile.
“Wearing this… I don’t even look like a mage anymore.”
He stepped closer and lightly touched her waist. The leather felt supple under his fingers.
“It’s seriously sexy. It looks amazing on you.”
“Hehe, really? Then I’ll wear this around today! Today I’m not Mage Molga—I’m your archer partner. Maybe I should buy a bow too.”
They each bought a fruit juice and continued enjoying the festival. As evening fell, the highlight arrived: the full-moon fireworks display. People gathered in the square and looked up at the sky. Logan and Molga found a quiet spot on a small hill.
“It’s a little cold.”
Logan draped the blanket he’d brought over both of them. Soon, a loud bang echoed and white sparks bloomed across the sky. Red moons, blue moons—fireworks shaped like moons of every color painted the night.
Molga glanced at Logan. He looked back at her. The moment the fireworks burst in their most brilliant display, their lips met.
Soft, lingering kisses followed one after another, continuing until the sky grew dark once more.
The next morning, the wagon was piled high with everything Molga had swept up during the festival, including the Moonlight Wine Glass they’d bought the day before. Logan glanced over the mountain of luggage, then hitched two horses to the wagon.
“There’s so much stuff we won’t be able to lie down.”
“All of it will be useful at the academy.”
Molga climbed into the wagon still wearing the tight leather outfit from yesterday. The wheels rumbled along as a cool breeze and warm sunlight filtered pleasantly through the air.
“Logan.”
“Hm?”
“Do you like this outfit that much? You keep staring.”
Her voice carried both playfulness and a hint of embarrassment.
“Uh… no, I thought you were sleeping.”
Logan turned his head abruptly with an awkward expression and cleared his throat.
“Sure, I’ll believe you.”
Molga giggled, clearly enjoying his reaction. When he kept staring straight ahead without responding, she crossed one leg over the other, stretched both arms lazily, and arched her back.
“Aah—my body feels stiff. This outfit is a little tight.”
When she raised her arms overhead, the tight leather top stretched to its limit. Her compressed breasts swelled as if they might burst free, while the lines of her narrow waist and hips became even more pronounced.
“.....”
His gaze snapped back to her like it was magnetized.
“Caught you looking again.”
She laughed playfully and poked his arm. “Be honest. This outfit… you really like it, don’t you?”
“...It suits you too well. That’s the problem.”
At those words, Molga blushed and leaned her head on his shoulder.
“Then I’ll wear it for you at the academy too. Only in places where only you can see.”
Watching Logan’s flustered face, Molga laughed, and the sound of her laughter continued to fill the wagon.
Before long, the distant silhouette of Lumen Academy came into view. As soon as it appeared, Molga pulled her robe over her head. The wagon entered the academy grounds, and the servants came out to greet them.
“Welcome back, Dean.”
“Sort and organize the items in the luggage compartment. Take the things Molga specifically instructed to the Magic Department.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Molga, go rest. I’ll head to the dean’s office and check if anything urgent came up.”
“Okay. Let’s go out and play again later.”
Logan answered with a smile and headed up to the dean’s office. When he opened the door, he paused for a moment. The expanded office space, the newly added study corner, and the private quarters visible in the back.
‘Ah, that’s right. We did renovate.’
He looked around, running his hand over the new furniture. At that moment, Isabel approached without a sound. Logan turned to her in surprise.
“...How long have you been here?”
Even indoors, Isabel wore her robe. Her deep blue hair flowed softly over her shoulders, and the robe subtly revealed the curves of her body. She gave a graceful, slight bow.
“Welcome back, Dean.”
“Yes. Was everything all right while I was gone?”
Isabel offered a gentle smile. “Yes. I finished organizing all the documents during your absence. More importantly… you look quite tired.”
Isabel slowly approached, took his outer coat, and continued.
“When I heard you had returned, I prepared a bath. Wouldn’t you like to soak in hot water and relieve your fatigue?”
“Ah… yes. Thank you. You may go home now.”
Logan nodded, satisfied with her thoughtfulness.
“There are still a few things I need to finish. I’ll leave after I take care of those.”
Without further comment, Logan headed to the newly built bathroom. The moment the door opened, a faint fragrance and warm steam rose to greet him. A large tub filled with hot water maintained by a magic circle. He undressed and slowly lowered himself into it.
“Ah… this is nice.”
Logan rested his arms on the edge of the tub and gazed at the ceiling. He admired the marble patterns on the walls and the soft lighting, then closed his eyes and relaxed without a single thought—
Click.
At the sound of the bathroom door opening, Logan’s eyes snapped open. Isabel, whom he had assumed had already left, was entering. But her appearance was completely different from before. The robe she had been wearing was gone, replaced by a single thin garment that barely covered the most important parts of her body.
“...Isabel? Didn’t you go home? What’s going on?”
At Logan’s flustered question, Isabel walked slowly to the tub and knelt beside it. Her eyes were far more intense and seductive than usual.
“Right now, I am not Isabel. I came as the one who attends to the Dean.”
Isabel quietly slipped her body into the tub.
“My late husband loved it when I washed him personally whenever he was tired. I wanted to offer that same comfort to you, Dean.”
Isabel moved behind him and began gently massaging his shoulders.
“I’ll loosen everything for you.”
Her soft hands traveled down his broad shoulders and cupped the firm muscles of his chest. As she embraced him from behind, her full breasts pressed tightly against his back and rubbed against him. The sensation of her soft skin through the hot water was intensely stimulating. She moved her upper body slowly, sliding her breasts across his back in smooth circles.
As she continued, Isabel’s nipples hardened.
“...Wife.”
A moan-tinged word slipped from Logan’s lips. Hearing it, Isabel breathed hotly against his ear and whispered.
“The Dean really likes calling me ‘Wife’ when he receives this kind of service.”
Her gentle voice left Logan momentarily dazed. Wondering if he really had done that before, he searched his memory, then replied casually.
“...It must be because you keep talking about your late husband.”
“Hehe, is that so? But every time you call me that, I feel so good.”
Isabel pressed her breasts against him with even greater enthusiasm. Lost in the softness of her flesh, Logan asked in a dreamy voice.
“What did your late husband… have you do after this?”
Isabel paused her movements for a moment, then breathed into his ear.
“Now… I’ll lather you with soap.”
She began applying a generous amount of soap to her own breasts. White foam covered her ample mounds. She had Logan sit on the edge of the tub, then pressed her soapy breasts against his body and began to slide them over his skin. The slick soap bubbles and her soft flesh glided across him like a sensual dance.
Logan closed his eyes, savoring the sensation, and murmured.
“Your breasts, Wife… are incredibly soft.”
The pleasant stimulation made his lower body grow heavy. He looked at her and asked in a low voice.
“Would the front be possible too?”
“Of course.”
Isabel moved into the tub as if she had been waiting for the invitation. She settled between his knees, wrapped her breasts around his massive shaft, and began moving her body up and down while pressing them together. The enormous length disappeared completely between her breasts and reappeared repeatedly.
Splash. Splash.
Every time Isabel moved with earnest effort, the sound of water echoed inside the tub. She looked up at him.
“Are you satisfied?”
Logan spread his legs wider. “Wife… it feels too good.”
Isabel moved even more vigorously. She squeezed her breasts tightly from both sides around his shaft and pumped rapidly from top to bottom. Since he had already been fully erect from seeing her outfit, the urge to climax rose quickly.
“It’s coming…!”
Logan pulled his shaft from between her breasts and aimed it at her face.
Spurt! Spurt!
With tremendous pressure, hot, thick semen gushed violently onto Isabel’s face. She squeezed her eyes shut against the powerful frontal assault. The semen ran down her cheeks, soaked her lips, and then dripped into the deep valley between her ample breasts.
When the long ejaculation finally subsided, Isabel wiped the sticky fluid from the corners of her eyes with a slender finger and let out a shaky breath.
“Goodness… the volume is truly incredible, Dean. You’re much… healthier than my late husband.”
Logan caught his breath and looked down at her.
“Wife… please finish cleaning me.”
Isabel nodded. “Yes, Dean.”
She carefully took his shaft into her mouth.
Kiss… slurp… suck…
She licked it clean. Then she rinsed her face and mouth with water and straightened her appearance.
“Then… I will take my leave.”
She bowed with perfect grace.
“Thank you, Wife.”
Isabel gave him a charming smile and closed the door behind her. Left alone, Logan sank deeper into the tub, savoring the thick, lingering aftertaste Isabel had left behind.