The Hero's Welcome and a Mother's Request
The carriage carrying Logan and his companions passed through the main gate, and Seris widened her eyes as she looked out the window. The entire cohort of fifth-years and sixth-years stood in perfect formation across the training grounds. The cadets, led by Layman, all waved their hands at once and cheered loudly.
“Welcome, Hero!!”
“Hero, you’re so beautiful!”
“Look at that flowing silver hair~”
“Whoa, Sir Ethan came too!! This is insane!”
“Kyaaak!!! Sir Ethan!!!”
Flustered, Seris stuck her head out the carriage window and waved both hands in a frantic hurry.
“U-um… hello!!”
The cadets cheered even louder, chanting Seris’s name, and a few whistles pierced through the noise. The carriage came to a stop, and Logan and Ethan stepped down. Logan watched silently as Seris blushed and waved. Ethan chuckled beside him and whispered.
“First time seeing a Hero turn that red, huh?”
“She’s so pure. It’s cute.”
Logan’s lips curved into a small smile. Seris must have heard, because she quickly climbed out of the carriage and covered her face in embarrassment. Logan gave the instructors a light nod of greeting and began walking leisurely toward the dean’s office. Ethan and Seris followed, while the cadets’ excited commotion continued behind them.
It was a little past midnight. At the far end of the second-floor dormitory hallway, a window creaked open and a small head poked out.
“Hey, quiet down. It’s time for the shift change.”
“I’m going first.”
Seven sixth-year cadets—all fresh-faced newbies. They wore only coats over their uniforms and carried everything from paper and handkerchiefs to flower bouquets they’d somehow obtained. One by one, they jumped from the window, scaled the wall, and landed on the other side. The moment the last one dropped down, they all whispered in low voices.
“Lady Seris is sleeping in the guest room right now. Let’s sneak one more peek through the window before we go.”
“That silver hair was seriously gorgeous…”
“If we could see Sir Ethan too, that’d be legendary.”
“I want an autograph if he’s awake.”
The seven were quietly moving toward the guest quarters when—
Tap.
Footsteps echoed in the darkness, and a massive man appeared, blocking their path.
“…….”
Under the moonlight, Logan’s expression was anything but pleased.
“All of you, attention.”
Stomp.
At the command, all seven snapped their heels together and straightened their backs at once.
“U-um, Dean…?”
“We were just taking a short walk…”
“The moon looked so pretty…”
“Just getting some fresh air…”
Logan silently tapped the wooden training sword against the ground.
“Finished with the excuses?”
“…Yes.”
“Good. Come at me one by one. Anyone who shows me a performance I like gets to leave as they are.”
He tossed one of the spare wooden swords.
“Pick it up.”
One cadet trembled as he grabbed the sword and took a stance. But the moment Logan swung once, the boy was immediately knocked flat on his back.
Thud! Thud!
“Ugh!”
“Ack!”
The second, third… up to the sixth cadet were sent sprawling onto the cold ground in the blink of an eye. Finally, Logan’s gaze landed on the last one remaining—Layman. He jerked his chin.
“Layman.”
“Yes, sir!”
“Let’s see how much you’ve improved while I was gone.”
Layman adjusted his grip on the wooden sword, took a deep breath, and charged straight in.
Clack! Clack!
‘He’s definitely better than the others now that he’s had some proper instruction.’
Especially his eyes—Logan liked those the most. While the rest had already shrunk back and couldn’t even hold a proper stance, Layman didn’t flinch in front of him. Logan let out a small snort of laughter, put strength into the wooden sword, twisted it slightly, and swung.
He deflected Layman’s blade and lightly jabbed his side.
Thud.
Layman dropped to one knee. He tried to stand again, gasping for breath, but Logan pressed the tip of the sword gently against his chest.
“That’s enough. You pass.”
Layman’s eyes wavered. Logan set the wooden sword down and spoke.
“Starting tomorrow morning, you and the others will swing that sword five hundred times every single day for a week.”
Layman nodded with difficulty.
“Understood…”
As Logan turned away, he muttered under his breath.
“Sneaking around at night isn’t bad either.”
The next morning, the seven cadets stood on the training ground’s sandy floor, wooden swords in hand.
“One!”
“Two!”
“Three!”
With every swing, sweat poured down their foreheads. Layman stood at the front, shouting the loudest. Hearing the noise, the guest room window flew open. Seris, still in her pajamas, poked her head out, saw the scene, and let out a small laugh.
“Working hard from the crack of dawn, I see.”
Ethan burst out laughing at her words.
“They got caught trying to climb the wall to get another look at you last night. That’s why they’re like this.”
Seris’s face flushed bright red, and she quickly shut the window.
Once Ethan and Seris finished preparing for departure, they climbed into the carriage. The cadets swarmed around it, desperate for one last glimpse.
“Hero, please save the world!!”
“Come back again!!”
“Lady Seris! We’ll get much stronger, so please visit us again!”
“Sir Ethan, look over here!!!”
“Kyaaaa~~”
As the carriage pulled away, the sound of vigorous training shouts rang across the training grounds. The seven finished their morning drills and joined the rest of the cadets to begin regular training. Watching from afar, Logan took a sip of coffee, leaned back in his chair, and thought,
‘Two Heroes means twice the noise…’
One peaceful evening in Logan’s daily life, a knock sounded at the door.
“…Come in.”
The door opened slightly, and someone entered. After closing it behind her, she walked quietly up to the desk. It was Layman’s mother. She wore the same white dress as the day she had come to ask for private lessons for her son. The only difference was that two of the front buttons were slightly undone, revealing a soft hint of cleavage.
The moment Logan saw her, memories of that night flooded back. Her body sprawled across the table, her panting, pleading eyes, the scorching heat of her mouth.
“I’m sorry for coming so late, Dean.”
Logan answered a beat later.
“Layman’s mother… what brings you here today?”
Ella gently placed the application form she held in both hands on the desk and said,
“I already submitted the academy staff application to the administrative support department. I heard there are twenty applicants… but they’re only selecting five. I was feeling a bit anxious about possibly being rejected.”
Logan scanned the form.
‘Ella… 34 years old. Come to think of it, I never knew her name.’
She took a short breath, then looked at him with a soft, smiling gaze that seemed completely different from the trembling woman who had begged him to look after her son.
“While Layman is here, I wanted to stay close. Even if it’s just from a distance, being able to see him with my own eyes would put my mind at ease. So… I wanted to ask you directly, Dean.”
“I see…”
Ella moved slightly around the desk until she stood right beside Logan’s chair.
“Would that be… impossible?”
Ella stood close enough that their bodies nearly touched, meeting his gaze without avoidance. Her eyes still carried the lingering heat from that night. Logan decided to enjoy the now-sticky atmosphere.
Ella slowly reached out with both hands and grasped his arm. She wrapped her fingers around his forearm and gently pulled it toward her chest.
“Dean… please touch me.”
When Logan’s hand met her breast, the soft, warm sensation passed through the thin fabric of her dress. Ella pressed his hand harder against her chest and leaned her body forward slightly. Her breathing began to quicken.
“Ah… haa…”
A small moan escaped her lips. The sound tickled Logan’s ears. Ella closed her eyes halfway and surrendered her body to the movement of his hand. When his fingers brushed her nipple, her moan grew louder.
“Mmm… Dean, harder… please.”
Logan’s body reacted instinctively. He could feel his cock slowly swelling inside his pants.
“Haa…”
Ella’s nipples, now fully aroused, stood erect and visible through her clothes.
“Dean… you’re so vigorous today as well.”
Ella whispered, then suddenly lowered herself, dropping to her knees between his legs.
“Excuse me.”
Her hands quickly undid his belt and pulled down the zipper. As his pants slid to his knees, his cock sprang out from his underwear. Without hesitation, Ella yanked the underwear down as well. Logan’s member was already fully hard and glistening with precum. She licked the tip lightly with her tongue.
“I can think of this as your answer to my request, right?”
When Logan could only nod without answering, Ella opened her mouth and took his cock inside. The moment her hot, wet mouth enveloped him, Logan let out a low groan despite himself.
“Khh…”
Her tongue swirled around the head as she began to suck slowly. The wet chup chup sounds of her sucking stimulated his ears. Ella moved her head back and forth, swallowing him deeply, then tightening her lips hard before releasing in a repeating rhythm. Logan’s hand unconsciously grabbed her breast.
“Hng…”
Ella’s other hand slipped under her own skirt. She gripped Logan’s thigh with one hand while the other began fingering herself.
Squelch. Squelch.
“Dean… sir…”
Every time her fingers plunged inside, the wet sounds rang out loudly. Hearing them made Logan even more aroused. His cock grew even bigger inside her mouth, and Ella began sucking harder.
‘Fuck… this is so hot.’
He squeezed her breast harder, feeling her moans vibrate around his shaft. Ella trembled as she fingered herself deeper, which only excited Logan more. He could no longer hold back. He pulled her up and sat her on the desk. Ripping her dress open revealed her full, heavy breasts. Logan grabbed them roughly with both hands. The soft, elastic flesh overflowed between his fingers.
“Aah… Dean!”
Ella’s moan burst out. Logan kneaded her breasts and sucked on her nipples, moving purely on instinct. He was already at his limit. While sucking hard on her breast and stroking his cock with his hand, an intense wave of pleasure surged through him. Feeling his climax approach, he sucked even more greedily on her chest.
“Ella!!”
Soon his body shuddered, and thick white fluid shot from his cock, splattering across Ella’s body.
“Haa… Dean, it’s so… hot…”
Breathing heavily, Logan looked down at her. Ella’s upper body glistened, covered in his cum. He quickly pulled a handkerchief from the desk drawer and began gently wiping her breasts and stomach.
“I’m sorry. I got rough at the end and ruined your dress…”
His voice was still thick with arousal, but he spoke as softly as he could. After setting the handkerchief down, he met her eyes.
“Don’t worry about the application. I’ll speak to the administrative officer.”
Ella nodded quietly and whispered in reply.
“…Thank you, Dean.”
Logan stood up, took off his coat, and draped it over her shoulders. Covering the torn dress, Ella clutched the coat tightly around herself and rose to her feet. She gave him a light bow, opened the door, and quietly left the room.
Logan leaned back in his chair once more, gazing at the moonlight outside the window. He sat motionless for a long time, savoring the lingering afterglow.