The Thirty-First Student
The second test for thirty-first place required no lengthy review. Those who had passed the first round were simply called in for a brief verification of their personal details. The data sent ahead by the kingdom’s intelligence agency sat stacked on the desk—criminal records, behavioral problems, personality assessments, and the like. After checking everything, there were no issues with anyone in this batch. No one who looked like a spy planted by another kingdom or faction.
Organizing the documents took almost no time. A few days later, the results were announced in the auditorium.
That concludes the selection. Thirty students. These are the official new enrollees for the sixth class of Lumen Academy.
In an instant the auditorium split in two. Cheers erupted on one side while the other filled with groans of despair. Some collapsed where they stood, others clenched their fists until the veins bulged, and quiet sobs leaked into the air. The line between joy and heartbreak was painfully clear.
A few of the rejected students approached the instructors, protesting, “Why not me? What rank was I?” and “Please give me another chance!” Their complaints stopped short of crossing any real line.
Logan watched the entire scene quietly from the back. The instructors eventually approached him.
“Dean, quite a few promising talents failed this year as well.”
“It can’t be helped. For an academy of our size, thirty is the ideal number to educate properly.”
There are a few more who could have passed, but once you start bending the rules it all turns into chaos.
At that moment the administrative officer came running.
“Dean!”
“What is it?”
“Petitions are pouring in. Why did my child fail? Release the scores. Thirty is too few. That sort of thing.”
Logan swallowed the curse that nearly flew from his lips. Here we go again.
He flipped through a few of the petitions, and the officer added, “Also… there is one person who insists on meeting you in person.”
“Who?”
“She says she is Layman’s mother…”
“Whose mother?”
“The mother of the student who placed thirty-first.”
“Thirty-first?”
The officer carefully handed over a single sheet. The thirty-first place score was written there. I thought we wouldn’t have one this time, but here it is again. The margin was a razor-thin one or two points—the kind of difference that had even the judging instructors arguing among themselves.
“Tell her to come to the Dean’s Office this evening.”
The officer bowed. “I will relay the message.”
Sunset burned outside the Dean’s Office window. Logan organized the remaining documents and muttered to himself.
“She should be arriving any moment now.”
The words had barely left his mouth when a call came from the administrative office.
“Dean, Layman’s parent has arrived.”
“Send her in.”
At the top of the academy, in front of the Dean’s Office, a woman in a faded dress knocked and entered. She dropped to the floor and crawled straight to Logan on her hands and knees.
“If this is what the Dean desires… the only thing I can offer is this body.”
Logan reached out to grasp her shoulder but never made contact. Her warm breath had already brushed across his groin.
“Ma’am…”
She did not stop. Instead she grew bolder, dragging the tip of her tongue slowly up the front of his pants. Each time her lips grazed him, Logan’s legs tensed on their own. Her hands pressed lightly against his thighs as her tongue moved from bottom to top and back again. The fabric grew wet with her saliva, growing heavier and stickier by the second.
Fuck… what the hell is happening?
His body had already responded. The swelling inside his pants had begun long ago. Every time her tongue rubbed the most sensitive spot through the cloth, his breathing turned ragged. Logan’s erection stood out in sharp, unmistakable relief against the fabric. There was no hiding it now.
Only then did she raise her head. She licked her glistening lips and met his eyes. The look in them was shamelessly lewd.
“Dean…”
The word sounded unbearably sweet. Logan did not look away. That silence was all the permission she needed. The corners of her mouth curved upward again. This time her hand moved with open boldness to his waistband. The pants slid down with a whisper, revealing his underwear. The thin fabric was already stretched taut. She pressed her tongue against the bulging shape once more, licking upward through the cloth.
“Ugh…”
A groan slipped from Logan’s throat. Her fingers hooked the edge of his underwear and tugged. The fabric slid away, and his heavy cock sprang free before her eyes.
“Dean… this is what you wanted, isn’t it?”
She flicked her tongue across the tip. Logan’s hips jerked involuntarily.
“Ugh…”
Still on her knees, she gripped his thighs. She parted her lips, circled the head with her tongue, and licked with wet, audible strokes. The moist heat tormented him until his legs began to tremble.
Fuck, I’m going to cum.
Seeing how close he already was, she took her own hair tie and wrapped it tightly around the base of his cock.
“Just hold on a little longer.”
Then she took him into her mouth. Her head began to move.
Slurp… chup, chup, chup…
The inside of her mouth squeezed with fierce pressure. Her tongue attacked the sensitive underside without mercy. Pleasure surged upward at terrifying speed. Logan’s hand shot into her hair and clenched.
“Kuh…!”
She sped up. The heat inside her mouth grew unbearable. Logan’s breathing turned harsh; his cock swelled even larger. She looked up at him with wide, wet eyes. Sensing the climax rushing toward him, she quickly untied the hair tie and sucked with renewed, almost violent intensity.
Slurp! Slurp! Slurp! Slurp! Slurp!!
Logan’s body convulsed. He could no longer hold back.
“Hngh—!”
Thick ropes of semen erupted straight into Layman’s mother’s mouth. She swallowed every drop without spilling a single one, her throat working visibly. Logan’s hand remained buried in her hair as the aftershocks rolled through him.
Fuck… I’ve never cum this hard in my life.
“Dean…”
She slowly pulled off, licked her lips, and smiled.
“Our Layman…”
She swallowed once more before continuing.
“You’ll… pass him, won’t you?”
Her eyes shone with desperate hope—You’ll accept him now, right?—while a faint tremor of anxiety whispered, Is it still not enough? Saliva and semen glistened on her lips.
Logan stared at her face for a long moment, then looked away.
Fuck. The water’s already spilled.
He let out a long breath, leaned back in his chair, and spoke.
“I understand.”
The tension in the woman’s shoulders eased a fraction.
“Well… I’ll consider the matter positively.”
His words trailed off, but both of them knew it was as good as a promise. Logan tapped the documents on his desk with one finger, deliberately avoiding her eyes.
“Go home for today. I’ll send someone for you later.”
She bowed deeply.
“Thank you, Dean.”
As she walked out, her steps slowed. The sway of her body as she turned toward the door became deliberately sensual. Beneath the thin dress her hips rolled in an obvious rhythm. With every step her full, round ass swayed from side to side, practically whispering Watch me, Dean. At the very last moment, just before disappearing through the doorway, she gave one final, deliberate wiggle of her hips.
Logan’s gaze stayed locked on the empty doorway. His eyes had followed the hypnotic curve of her ass on their own. He felt his spent cock twitch again. He dragged a hand down his face.
Ah… fuck.
Thirty-one students now stood in the auditorium—all of them accepted. The decision had already been finalized. Logan stepped up onto the platform.
“From today onward, you are the sixth class of Lumen Academy.”
Expressions of pride, nervousness, and eager anticipation flickered across the young faces.
Logan continued.
“Originally we selected only thirty students per year. That was the number we judged most efficient for our academy to teach.”
He exhaled shortly.
“But the Demon King has reappeared.”
The air in the auditorium grew heavy.
“The front lines are dangerous once again. Many more lives will be lost.”
Logan swept his gaze across the crowd.
“Therefore, starting this year, the standard has changed.”
He tapped the side of the podium sharply.
“The quota of thirty students per class is no longer fixed. We have decided to accept every candidate who surpasses the evaluation criteria.”
Placing both hands on the podium, he declared in a ringing voice,
“From today, you are the sixth class of Lumen Academy—thirty-one students in total. Train with everything you have. Survive. All of you.”
A thunderous cheer exploded at his final words. Magical fireworks burst overhead, showering the auditorium in brilliant light.
After the sixth class orientation ended and the students had returned to their dormitories, Logan sat in the Dean’s Office sorting documents. The crystal orb on his desk began to glow. He looked up.
“Dean, one of the new sixth-year students wishes to see you.”
“Who?”
“He says his name is Layman and that he would like to greet you.”
A greeting? There’s no need for that.
“Send him in.”
A moment later came a knock. The door opened. A boy with black hair entered wearing an oversized shirt and the bracelet that had just been issued by the academy. He was of average height among the new students and rather slim, but his posture was ramrod straight, every inch the disciplined soldier.
“Dean, hello, sir!”
His voice was louder than necessary, yet his eyes were surprisingly clear and bright.
Yes, the kid knows nothing.
Logan remained seated and merely lifted his chin a fraction.
“So you’re Layman.”
Layman took one more step forward and bowed deeply at the waist.
“Thank you for accepting me!”
The gratitude in his voice was thick and sincere. Hearing it, Logan could not help remembering the boy’s mother who had visited him the night before.
Fuck. This feels dirty.
Logan hid his expression by lifting one corner of his mouth.
“There’s no need to thank me.”
He spoke with deliberate clarity.
“If you hadn’t had the ability, I wouldn’t have accepted you no matter how much your mother begged.”
Layman’s eyes widened slightly.
“…You met my mother?”
“Yes. She came and asked me to pass you.”
Logan cut straight to the point.
“As I said, you are an additional acceptance.”
He continued honestly.
“The Demon King’s return forced us to increase the numbers officially starting next year anyway.”
Layman bit his lip for a moment.
“So… I should consider myself lucky?”
“Luck is also a form of skill.”
Having good parents is luck too.
Logan spoke gruffly.
“Layman.”
He tapped the edge of the desk once.
Layman’s expression tightened.
“Yes!”
“Do you understand what I’m saying?”
Logan narrowed his eyes. Layman thought briefly before answering.
“It means I fell slightly short of the normal passing line.”
“Correct.”
Logan nodded.
“So from now on there is only one thing you need to do.”
He leaned forward slightly.
“In class, during training, on practical exercises—whatever you do—”
He spoke with crisp emphasis.
“—make sure no one ever says, ‘How did he get in?’”
Layman’s throat bobbed.
“…Understood.”
He bowed his head deeply.
“I will give it everything I have.”
Logan waved a hand.
“Good. You’re dismissed. Also, trainees receive a quarterly stipend, so use it wisely.”
Layman bowed once more with perfect courtesy.
“Yes. Thank you again for accepting me.”
He opened the door and left. Only after it had closed did Logan lean all the way back in his chair and exhale.
It stings. It really stings.
Logan was still in the Dean’s Office when the crystal orb lit up again.
“Dean.”
It was the administrative officer’s voice.
“Layman’s mother is here. She says she wishes to see you. Shall I show her in?”
Logan’s hand froze.
“Send her in.”
The door opened. She entered wearing a clean white dress. Unlike the worn-out garment from before, this one was made of soft fabric that gently outlined her body. Her hair was loosely tied and spilled over her shoulders.
“Dean… hello.”
She offered a light greeting and approached the desk.
“Have a seat.”
Logan gestured to the chair across from him. As she sat, her skirt rode up slightly, revealing her knees.
“Thank you so much for accepting Layman. I came because I wanted to express my gratitude…”
Warmth filled her eyes. Logan avoided her gaze and cleared his throat.
“It’s already finished. You should go now. My schedule is quite full…”
She did not rise. Instead she leaned forward and placed her hand gently over the back of his.
“Dean… since Layman was accepted as an extra student, he may fall a little behind the others. Please guide him well.”
At the touch, Logan’s breath caught.
This situation… again.
He slowly withdrew his hand.
“Stop it.”
But his voice lacked conviction. She simply looked at him, waiting quietly.