Branded as Master's Meat Toilet
[Han Si-hun Exclusive Meat Toilet ↓ Semen Injection Port]
"Mmm..." My eyelids felt like they weighed a thousand pounds. Before the sunlight piercing through the curtains could wake me, it was the fishy, night-blooming floral scent assaulting my nose that did the job.
The moment I opened my eyes, chaos greeted me. Luna's torn underwear scattered across the floor. Sheets stained with dried semen and bloodstains. It looked like a crime scene straight out of a murder mystery.
"Hehe. You're awake?"
Luna, who had been using my arm as a pillow, lifted her head. Her appearance was a sight to behold. Her face was puffy and swollen, her lips cracked and scabbed over. On her pale neck and collarbone, my handprints and dark red hickeys were tattooed like permanent ink.
"S-Sorry about that."
A pang of guilt hit me, and I mumbled an apology in a crawling voice. But Luna just laughed it off.
"Fufufu♡ It's Master's handiwork, after all."
She planted a kiss on my cheek, then kicked off the covers with a flourish. Stark naked, not a stitch on her. She spread her legs wide in an M-shape, like she was putting on a show just for me.
"Look, look. At the pussy Master wrecked."
"......!"
It was gruesome. Her labia were bruised purple and swollen. The entrance was red and inflamed, ragged and torn. In between, white crusted fluids and blood scabs were clumped together. The blood from her ruptured hymen had dried into dark red streaks all the way up her inner thighs.
"It hurts. Stings so bad. But I love it."
Luna rubbed her inner thigh with her finger.
"It's all because Master came inside me. I'm never washing it off. Ever."
"You'll get an infection. Use a healing spell."
"Shhh."
Luna stuck out her tongue playfully and refused. She tenderly stroked her lower abdomen, right over her womb.
"This swelling, this stinging—it's all proof that Master took my virginity. How could I erase it?"
"Stop being so stubborn. You can barely walk."
"So what if I can't? I'll crawl. Like Master's exclusive beast."
She giggled and crawled up my chest. Luna rolled my nipple with her tongue as she murmured.
"And you idiot Master. Look at my belly."
"What's wrong with your belly?"
"I got branded."
I looked down at her lower abdomen. Right above the pubic bone, over the womb area, a red tattoo was etched there.
"No way... this is..."
"Yup! I etched it with magic!"
"You're insane?! This won't come off!"
"Of course not. It's the deed of ownership!"
Luna grinned broadly and scratched over the tattoo with her nail.
"Now anyone who sees my belly will know. Oh, this bitch's womb is already Master's property."
"Who's gonna see it anyway?"
"Like during a health checkup?"
I was speechless. This woman's perversion was light-years beyond my imagination.
"Let's go wash up. You stink."
I forcibly pulled her to her feet. She wobbled. The second her feet touched the ground, she staggered and collapsed back onto the bed. At the same time, everything packed inside her shifted downward. Sticky fluid trickled out from between her legs.
Drip, drip. A cloudy, milky puddle formed beneath her crotch.
"Ah."
Luna stared between her legs and licked her lips.
"Master's semen. My Master's baby batter."
She made a pouty face, then added some crude filth.
"Gonna have to scoop it out with a spoon later and eat it.♡"
"You're joking, right?"
"Who knooows?♡"
Luna smiled with her eyes, then stretched out her arms and whined.
"My legs won't move. Master's dick was too big. My hips are spread open and won't close."
"Quite the brag."
I snarked but scooped her up princess-style anyway. Her legs dangled limply. Her thighs really were trembling like aspen leaves, as if her muscles were torn.
All the way to the bathroom, she leaked more love juices onto my arm while nestled in my hold. Like a dog marking its territory.
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Bathroom. I turned on the shower, and Luna screamed.
"Eek! Ah! It stings!"
Water hit her wounds, and she thrashed. I adjusted the pressure lower.
"Hold still. Gotta clean it before I apply the ointment."
"Hiiing. Lick it clean. With your tongue."
"It's dirty."
"It's Master's! And mine! What's dirty about it?!"
Luna pinched my shoulder and whined. I ignored her and washed her thoroughly. As the clumped fluids rinsed away, the swollen mucous membranes were exposed even more starkly. So sensitive that even a fingertip graze stung.
"Eut. Uuuh. Gently there."
"Last night you were begging me to thrust harder."
"That's different, you dummy."
Luna clung to my neck and bit my shoulder. She whined and squirmed the whole time I washed her, making me sweat buckets just holding her steady.
Dressing room. Getting dressed was no easy feat.
"Don't wanna wear panties."
"You have to."
"It hurts! Fabric touching it stings!"
Luna flopped on the floor, kicking her legs. Legs splayed wide, she declared with fierce determination that she absolutely wouldn't wear anything.
"So you're going to work no panties?"
"Yup. Long skirt's fine."
"What if the leftover stuff or blood leaks out?"
"Then... a diaper?"
"Won't that chafe and hurt?"
We were at an impasse. Luna pouted, lips pursed.
"Dunno. Master take responsibility. Waaah."
"Haa. Fine."
I fetched the first-aid kit. Gauze and medical tape.
"Spread your legs more."
"Aang. Embarrassing."
Saying that, she still shoved her ass to the edge of the chair. I padded a thick layer of gauze over the wound and taped it secure. Minimal protection.
"Ooo..."
"Wear something loose over it. Best we can do."
Luna curiously poked at her padded mound.
"Feels like a patient. Like I had OB-GYN surgery."
"You are a patient."
"Hehe. Weird feeling. Rubs when I walk."
Her eyes were starting to glaze over again. I hurriedly dressed her. Turtleneck to hide the neck hickeys, loose long skirt for the bottom. She looked like the department head as usual, fashion slightly off. Except for her awkward gait.
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Click-clack, clack, click-clack. Heels echoed unevenly down the hall.
"Good morning, Department Head!"
"Uh, yeah."
Passing students greeted her. Luna forced an awkward smile, sweating bullets. She was crushing my arm.
"Support me. Hold on tight."
"It's obvious. Just endure a bit."
"My pussy's on fire. Uuuuh."
Every step stimulated the gauze against the wound. We arrived at the Department Head's Office practically tied together like a three-legged race.
Clunk. The second I locked the door, Luna flopped face-down on the desk.
"Aaaaah! Thought I was gonna die!"
"You made it."
"Ointment. Painkillers."
Luna rolled on the desk and hiked up her skirt. The morning gauze was already soaked with discharge and juices.
"Master. It burns here. Ice, no—ointment, please."
"Told you to use healing magic."
"I want your hands!"
Luna lay back on the desk and spread her legs in an M. The most humiliating, exposed position. Like a patient on a gynecologist's table.
I pulled ointment from the drawer. Herbal cooling pain relief from this world.
"It'll be cold."
"Yeah. Hurry."
Squish. I slathered clear gel on my finger. Peeled off the gauze. The swollen flesh trembled in the air.
"Haaah!"
I pressed my finger in. Cool ointment met the sticky, hot mucosa.
"Hiiiik!! Cold!! Ah, hurts!!"
"Hold still."
I spread the ointment with my index finger. Between the labial folds, the torn entrance, the bruised perineum. Gently rubbing to let it absorb.
"Hngt. Uuung.♡"
Luna's moans shifted subtly. From pained cries to nasal moans of pleasure.
"There. Right there, feels so good. Rub harder."
"Doesn't it hurt?"
"Cooling. And Master's fingers tingle."
Her thighs clamped my waist. Whether from the medicine or my touch. Her dead hole twitched, trying to swallow my finger.
"Put your finger in."
"Pardon?"
"Gotta apply inside too."
Luna gazed up at me with hazy eyes, licking her lips.
"Inside's all raw too. Deep. Stir it in."
"It'll swell more. No."
"It's anti-inflammatory. Reduces swelling."
Her logic was impeccable. I gave in and pushed my finger into the entrance.
Squelch.
"Hyaaaaah—!♡"
Luna bucked her hips. The ointment's slickness let my finger slide right in. The walls were way hotter than usual, swollen and tight.
"Ah! Hurts! Hurts but feels good!♡"
"Relax. It's tight."
"Deeper! Deeper! All the way to my womb entrance!"
I toyed my finger around, spreading ointment in every wrinkle. Luna screamed, eyes rolling back. Then she yanked my chest down for a forced kiss.
"Mmph!"
"Chuwup. Churrup."
Department Head's Office desk. It was only 10 AM. I was fingering the department head between her legs while making out. Saliva from our mouths, love juices and ointment below making sloppy sounds.
This was no longer treatment.
Knock knock. That's when it happened. A knock, and the assistant's voice from outside.
"Department Head? I brought the approval documents."
"!!!"
My finger froze. Luna's eyes widened. But she didn't let go. Instead, she clamped her legs tighter around my waist and smirked.
She mouthed silently. Grin. 'Keep going.'
'What?!'
Are you sane? Human? No... elf? She's lost it. Someone's right outside the door.
[Hurry. Or I'll scream.]
Luna's eyes gleamed menacingly. Not a threat—an imminent scream.
"Hoo."
I resigned. Applied pressure to my fingertip.
Squelch.
"Hngghuk!♡♡"
Luna twisted her torso, swallowing the moan. Thick door, soundproofing magic. 'As long as they don't press an ear to it,' sounds wouldn't leak much.
Yeah, 'as long as they don't press an ear to it.'
"Department Head? You in there?"
The assistant asked again. Luna panted, yanking my collar to her mouth like a gag. To muffle her moans. Her legs squeezed harder. 'More.'
I curled my finger upward, scraping the ridged spot. The G-spot.
"Mmph! Uuuummph—!!♡♡"
Luna bit my collar, head thrown back. Eyes rolled white. Her swollen insides clamped my finger viciously. A mix of pain and ecstasy contraction.
[Say something! Quick.]
I signaled with my eyes. Luna spat out the collar, catching her breath.
"Y-Yeah... I'm here."
Her voice trembled. Husky, post-sex. Suspicious as hell to anyone listening.