The Arrogant Inspector General
The academy grounds were bathed in the peaceful light of a warm afternoon sun. Logan stood in the corridor outside the dean’s office beside Ethan, whom he had not seen in quite some time. Together they watched the training fields, listening to the trainees’ spirited shouts and the ringing clash of swords as they caught up.
“So you’ve finished teaching Seris everything?” Logan asked.
“Pretty much. I’ve taught her all I can. The rest is up to her now.”
“You came all the way here just to tell me that?”
“No, I was already on my way to the capital and decided to drop by. Besides, everyone keeps asking me why you don’t have a girlfriend, so I got curious myself.”
Logan rubbed the back of his neck. “Well… there are a few women I’m involved with, but it’s complicated. I’ll tell you about it later.”
“What about that woman in your magic department? What was her name again? She seemed like a good match.”
Just as Logan opened his mouth to reply, a crisp voice cut in.
“Good afternoon, Dean. Hero Ethan.”
Neria appeared in her pristine white uniform and offered a polite bow.
“Hello. I don’t believe we’ve met. Who is this?” Ethan asked, turning to Logan.
“She’s the academy’s instructor and Inspector General.”
Neria fixed her gaze on Ethan, her tone impeccably courteous yet laced with unmistakable authority. “Sir Ethan, have you logged your visit to Lumen Academy?”
Though her words were polite, the pressure behind them was unmistakable. Ethan shot Logan a bewildered glance. Neria continued coldly.
“According to Article Four of Lumen Academy’s regulations, unauthorized entry by outsiders is strictly prohibited. Even the continent’s hero is not exempt from the rules.”
She extended a gloved hand.
“Please present your visitor’s verification. If you do not have one, you must return to the main gate and follow proper procedure immediately.”
Ethan let out a dry laugh and scratched the back of his head. As the Hero, he was welcomed everywhere he went; this sort of treatment was entirely new to him. Watching the scene, Logan felt irritation flare inside his chest.
“Neria. What exactly do you think you’re doing?”
“I am simply guiding someone who has failed to follow procedure.”
“Procedure or not, I overlooked it. Are you really going to act like this?”
Ethan smiled awkwardly. “Hey, it’s fine. I’ll go back and get the visitor pass. No big deal.”
He kept his usual good-natured smile, but Logan’s expression had already turned icy.
“I trust you will handle this appropriately. If you’ll excuse me.”
Neria gave a small, precise bow, then turned on her heel. The sharp click of her shoes echoed down the hallway as she disappeared into her office.
“Come on, relax. My bad. Rules are rules. It’s good to have a subordinate who does her job properly,” Ethan said with a laugh, trying to lighten the mood.
Logan forced his face to relax and pretended to let it go. Inside, however, a single thought burned.
How should I punish that arrogant bitch?
After they finished dinner, Ethan stood up.
“I’ll be leaving for the capital at dawn tomorrow. Don’t worry if I’m gone before you wake up.”
Logan smiled stiffly. The moment Ethan disappeared from view, the smile on his lips froze and cracked away like thin ice.
With heavy strides, Logan headed straight for the Inspector General’s office. All the way there, Neria’s haughty eyes from earlier and her insolent tone that had undermined his authority in front of Ethan replayed in his mind.
He slammed the door open. Neria sat inside with perfect poise, legs elegantly crossed, leaning back in an expensive leather chair. Her snow-white uniform clung tightly to her body, accentuating her full breasts, narrow waist, and wide hips. Straight black hair spilled over her shoulders, and her cool grey-black eyes lifted to meet his.
“What the hell was that attitude earlier?” Logan demanded.
Neria raised a single eyebrow. She kept her legs crossed and answered without changing posture.
“I’m not sure what you mean…”
Logan’s voice sharpened. “Ignoring my authority and insulting my guest—is that what you call upholding regulations? What exactly were you trying to accomplish by making me look like a fool in front of Ethan?”
He stared at her, wondering whether she was truly obsessed with the rules or simply trying to provoke him on purpose.
Neria slowly uncrossed and recrossed her legs in the opposite direction, as if savoring his anger. For a brief moment, the plump mound between her thick thighs pressed visibly against the fabric before vanishing again.
“As Inspector General, it is my duty to control outsider access. Whether the person is a hero or the dean’s close friend makes no difference to me. If anything, I believe your own behavior in trying to bypass procedure is the greater issue, Dean.”
Her brazen, almost insolent reply pushed Logan past the limits of his patience.
In an instant he closed the distance and seized her wrist in a ruthless grip.
“Come here. I’m going to interrogate you and find out exactly what kind of intentions are behind that disrespectful attitude.”
He dragged the struggling Neria toward the dark, damp interrogation room located deeper inside the inspection office. A heavy iron door creaked open, and he shoved her inside the chamber where a single chair waited.
“Sit.”
Neria straightened her disheveled uniform with deliberate dignity and walked to the chair. Once she was seated, Logan bound her wrists, then placed a crystal orb on the table and infused it with mana. A video immediately began to play—the scene of her previous interrogation in the royal Inspector’s office, answering Logan’s questions.
“Last time someone interrupted us and we had to stop halfway. Today we’re going to see it through to the end.”
When the footage ended, Neria’s face visibly stiffened. Logan switched the orb’s setting from playback to recording. The crystal was now prepared to capture everything that would follow without missing a single detail.
He sat down across from her and began the interrogation.
“Let’s begin. State your name.”
“Neria… Neria Crowin.”
…
“What are your three sizes? Answer precisely.”
The moment the explicit question left his lips, Neria’s face flushed crimson. In a slightly trembling voice she answered, “Bust circumference is 108… waist is 60, hips are 102.”
“What color panties are you wearing right now?”
“Black.”
“If I check and find you lied, I will undo one button for every lie.”
“They are black.”
Neria repeated the answer while trying to hide the tremor in her eyes. Logan rose without a word and approached her. Her body instinctively shrank back, but he ruthlessly unbuckled her uniform belt and yanked her pants down.
Instead of the black she had claimed, a dazzling white scrap of fabric was revealed. Logan simply looked down at her in silence. Neria’s face burned scarlet; she averted her gaze, lips quivering.
Without saying anything, Logan reached out and undid a single button on her uniform jacket. Neria’s shoulders flinched. He returned to his seat behind the crystal orb.
“What color panties are you wearing right now?”
“…Black.”
She lied again. Logan was now certain.
This bitch is deliberately lying to provoke me further. What a lewd slut. She’s desperate to be punished.
He approached once more and silently undid a second button. The jacket fell open, exposing the deep cleavage of her overflowing breasts wrapped in an ornate white lace bra. Logan stared at the sight as if appreciating fine art. Neria flinched under the heat of his gaze on her exposed skin.
“Do you always wear such fancy underwear?”
“Yes.”
“Who do you wear such fancy underwear for?”
“…”
“Answer me.”
Neria breathed heavily for a long moment, hesitating. The arrogance she had shown in front of Ethan was nowhere to be found. In a voice thick with humiliation, she finally squeezed out the answer.
“The… dean.”
“What do you want most right now?”
Logan’s low voice echoed through the interrogation room. Neria had already moved past the point of denying her own desires. A hazy light filled her eyes and a dreamy tone slipped from her lips.
“Please… order me to touch my breasts.”
Logan granted her wish. “Touch your breasts.”
At the command, Neria tried to obey, but her hands were bound to the chair’s armrests. The desire to grope her own chest grew stronger and stronger, yet she could only make the chair creak. She looked at Logan with desperate, pleading eyes.
“Please… untie me, Dean. So I can touch them… please untie me.”
Logan savored her needy gaze with a leisurely, wicked smile. Instead of freeing her immediately, he leaned close to her ear and whispered in a low voice.
“If I untie you, you will have to prove that vulgar wish you just spoke in front of this crystal orb, clearly and without shame. Understood?”
Neria nodded. Logan released her bonds. The moment her hands were free, she slipped them inside her jacket and cupped her breasts over the ornate lace bra.
“Hngh…”
A small moan escaped. Staring straight into the lens of the recording crystal, Neria began to knead her heavy breasts, gradually increasing the pressure.
“Ah… haaah!”
“Why are you being so timid?” Logan scolded.
At his rebuke, Neria pinched and twisted her nipples through the lace.
“Hya!”
The way her nipples stiffened and poked against the thin fabric was captured in perfect detail by the crystal. Her movements grew faster. One hand squeezed her breast hard while the other rolled and pinched her nipple. Her waist bucked, her upper body shuddered.
“Hngh… aah…!”
With her face flushed with arousal, Neria kept tormenting her breasts as she waited for Logan’s next command.
“Aang…! Haa…! My nipples… they’re so hot…!”
Her moans grew rougher. She squeezed her breasts violently and scraped her nails lightly across her nipples.
“Huuuaang!!”
Pleasure surged from her chest throughout her entire body. Just from stimulating her nipples, her pants began to grow wet with arousal. Logan spoke again.
“Look at the crystal and confess what you did wrong.”
“Neria Crowin, Inspector General of Lumen Academy… today, in front of the dean and his honored guest… behaved arrogantly.”
Logan remained silent. Neria panted, lips parted, waiting for the next order, but he said nothing.
“…Please… let me come…”
“Fine. You may touch yourself over your pants.”
With trembling hands, Neria reached downward. A sticky, burning heat met her palm. She pressed her entire hand firmly against the fabric and began to rub hard. Wet, obscene sounds of friction filled the room.
“Haaang!!”
One hand still mauled her breast and pinched her nipple while the other rubbed frantically between her legs over the pants.
“Haa… haa…! Haang!!”
Her legs shook violently and the chair creaked. Every time her hips bucked, the chair legs scraped loudly against the floor. Her fingers moved with wild abandon, completely beyond her control.
Logan had stepped close without her noticing. He pulled out his cock and waved it in front of her face. Without thinking, Neria leaned forward. The thick masculine scent and scorching heat from his shaft tickled her nose.
I want to lick it…
But Logan had no intention of giving it to her. Seeing his cock only made Neria torment her breasts and crotch even more desperately.
“Haang… haang… haaaang…!”
As she moaned with her head thrown back, Logan’s cock erupted, spraying thick, hot semen across her face.
“Hnguuuk!”
The burning sensation on her skin and the powerful smell of semen invading her nose struck her brain directly.
“Hiiiieeee…!”
Neria spread her legs wide and climaxed spectacularly. At the same time, a clear torrent of fluid gushed from between her legs like a fountain. With a loud pshhht, the liquid soaked through her uniform pants and splattered onto the floor.
For a long time she convulsed, hips jerking as she continued to squirt. When it finally subsided, the once-proud Inspector General sat limp in the chair, breathing raggedly, her mind blank. Semen dripped down her face and her crotch was drenched in her own juices.
Logan gazed down at the obscene sight, then picked up the recording crystal from the table and left the room. Inside the interrogation chamber, only the trembling figure of the haughty Inspector General remained, barely able to hold herself upright in the chair.