Leaky Crisis at the Faculty Meeting

[Heuung-♡♡] "Your voice doesn't sound good. Are you unwell?"

"No. Just... khhk! My throat's a bit hoarse."

As I twisted my fingers, Luna gasped sharply. She shot me a glare and pinched my forearm. But her hips didn't stop—they kept grinding desperately toward my hand.

"Leave the documents by the door."

"It's an important approval matter. I need to explain it in person."

"I said leave them and go!!"

Luna bellowed. An irritated shout, just like her usual hysterical professor persona.

"Ah, understood! Get some rest!"

I heard the flustered footsteps of the teaching assistant retreating. Thud. The sound of papers hitting the floor, followed by fading shoe clicks. Silence settled in the hallway.

"Haa... haa... Did they... go...?"

Luna asked with glazed eyes.

"Yes. They're gone."

"Then shove it in deep now..."

She spread her legs even wider into an M-shape. A vulgar pose with zero shame.

"It was so hard holding back... Scrape it all out quick..."

No one left to worry about now. I plunged two fingers deep inside. Ointment mixed with her juices and yesterday's remnants made wet, squelching sounds. Squelch. Squish. Slurp.

"Aaak! Ah! It hurts! It hurts but it feels so good!♡"

Luna clutched the edge of the desk and screamed. Inside the soundproof barrier, her lewd true nature burst free.

"There! The torn spot! It's itching! Torment it more!♡♡"

"You're such a pervert. Why touch the sore part?"

"I am a pervert! Your master's exclusive pervert bitch slu—kyaaah?!?!"

She couldn't even finish her crude rant before her head snapped back. Eyes rolling back like she was possessed, her pelvis thrashed wildly.

"Uk?! Agut?! Ugrrrut?!?!♡"

Every time my nail grazed the wound, a filthy shriek erupted. Pain transmuted into pleasure by her broken brain wiring.

"I'm cumming! I'm going! Finger-fuck my sore pussy to oblivion!♡♡♡"

Luna's back arched like a bow. Spurt-spurt-spuuurt! Her fluids sprayed out in frothy white foam. Soaking not just my hand but my shirt sleeve too.

"Haa... uuung...♡"

Luna collapsed across the desk, trembling. Her belly heaved dramatically. Sweat-matted silver hair clung to her face. The stench was overpowering—a dizzying mix of chemicals and her bitch-in-heat musk.

"Satisfied now?"

I asked, flicking off the fluids from my hand.

Luna cracked her eyes open lazily.

"No. Still hungry."

"......"

"Not fingers... something thicker."

Her gaze dropped to my crotch.

"No way! Your wound's wide open right now."

"Doesn't matter."

"It matters to me. If it gets worse, necrotizes, or you catch an infection, you'll really have to go to the hospital. Then—"

"STD? Do I look like some cum-dump rag who fucks around?"

Luna pouted and glared.

"That's not—argh!"

I smacked my chest in frustration.

"Kidding, kidding."

Luna giggled, grabbing my hand and bringing it to her lips. She licked the fluids off my fingers. Lap. Slurp.♡

"Delicious. Master's special flavor."

Truly a deranged woman.

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2 PM. Department-wide meeting. This was one I couldn't skip—an important gathering with the president and every department head in attendance.

Luna checked herself in the mirror with a grim expression.

"No signs showing?"

"None. Perfect."

Makeup hid the facial swelling, clothes neatly arranged. The problem was her gait. Legs still wobbly, she waddled like a penguin.

"Wheelchair?"

"That'd look weirder."

"Then support me. Be my cane."

Luna clung tightly to my arm, practically hanging off as we headed to the meeting room. Professors we passed in the hall shot puzzled looks. The mighty Frost Witch leaning on her assistant? Unheard of.

"Tweaked my ankle a bit."

Luna brazened it out. But cold sweat dripped down her back. Because right now, things under her skirt were dire.

No panties. Just a flimsy gauze patch. And even that was soaked from the earlier 'finger therapy,' fraying to shreds. Every step made the wet gauze slap against her thigh.

"Hngt."

Luna let out a small moan.

[It's about to fall.]

'What?'

[The gauze. Adhesive's gone.]

Disaster. If a bloody gauze clump dropped from under her skirt mid-stride? Catastrophic.

'Clench your thighs.'

[I am. But it keeps slipping down.]

Luna walked pigeon-toed, squeezing her ass. From behind, it looked oddly erotic yet ridiculous.

Five meters from the meeting room.

"Oh, Department Head?"

A husky voice for a woman. Short stature hugging the ground. Gothic dress that didn't suit her. Professor Ludel.

Her eyes flicked to me, then Luna—a sharp glare holding the grudge from the mart incident.

"What's with the waddle? Hemorrhoids?"

Ludel smirked, scanning Luna's lower half.

"Or... too rough all night? Better avoid slutty flings. It'll interfere with department duties."

Bullseye. Luna's eyebrow twitched.

"Mind your own business. Fix that slime-boob sag first."

"Th-this...!"

Ludel's face flushed red-purple. Even now, fixated on her chest 'padding,' she hunched over, groping frantically.

But Luna had no time to sneer. The gauze had slid to her knee.

[Big trouble. Knee level.]

Her nails dug into my arm.

[Ankle now.]

Plop. Something brushed my instep. She froze. Her long skirt swept the floor, hiding the fallen gauze—for now. One step, and that horror show goes public.

Ludel narrowed her eyes and approached.

"Why not go in? Don't block the way."

"......"

Luna didn't budge. Cold sweat trailed down her cheek.

"Move, I said?"

Ludel snapped, reaching to shove her. One push, game over.

That's when I stepped in.

"Hold on."

I blocked in front of Luna and dropped to one knee—like a knight.

"Hah, student? What're you doing?"

"Department Head's shoelace came undone."

I slipped my hand under her skirt hem as naturally as possible, ‍‍‌‌⁠⁠‌‍‍‌⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠‌‌‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠snatching the soggy gauze clump at her feet. Hid it up my sleeve.

"There, all set."

I stood like nothing happened. The hot, sticky feel of the gauze in my hand was nauseating. Trash soaked in her fluids and ointment.

"Hmph. Shooting ‍‍‌‌⁠⁠‌‍‍‌⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠‌‌‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠a drama, are we?"

Ludel clicked her tongue and entered first. Luna exhaled in relief, legs buckling—I caught her.

[Saved...]

[Thanks, Master.]

Her eyes sparkled at me. Then glanced at my sleeve.

[Don't throw that away.]

'Huh? It's filthy.'

[Si-hun's semen too. It's our essence. Keep it. I'll preserve it at home later.]

Yeah, right—straight to the trash for me.

"Let's go in."

"Yeah. Feels breezy now, thanks to you."

Luna straightened up like she'd never hurt, striding in boldly. Bare-assed, no panties. Into a solemn hall packed with dozens of professors.

I fiddled with the damp trash in my pocket, thinking: Time to demand a raise for this gig. Hazard pay extra.

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"Agenda item three. Expansion of the mana beast ecology lab..."

The president's dull lecture droned on. Grand conference room. Dozens of department heads and professors ringed the table. An air of solemn authority.

But all I saw was crisis.

'Please.'

Standing behind Luna at the assistant seat, I swallowed dryly. Her condition was dire.

Luna sat with legs crossed. Ladylike at a glance. But under the table, her thighs quivered like aspen leaves.

[Master.]

'Focus.'

[How? It's leaking out. Gushing.]

She gripped the armrest hard. Veins bulged on her hand.

No panties. Gauze gone, defenseless. My earlier finger-fucking had loosened her entrance—it kept gaping. My remnants and sticky ointment, crammed in her womb, couldn't defy gravity anymore.

Drip. Drip.

Hallucination? Sounded like fluids hitting the chair seat.

"Sniff sniff."

Then Professor Ludel across the table wrinkled her nose.

"What's that smell?"

My heart plummeted. Never underestimate a dwarf's nose.

She looked up, glaring at Luna.

"Adelheit Department Head? Coming from you."

"......"

"Fishy... bitter medicine? Night-bloom too? What is it?"

Spot on. Luna paled.

If exposed: department head leaking cum sans panties mid-meeting? Her reputation tanks.

"Perfume."

Luna forced calm. But sweat beaded at her temples.

"Perfume? Unique taste. Smells like a bitch beast in heat."

Ludel sneered, eyes dropping below the table. Tablecloth hid the interior—thank god. But she dropped her pen on purpose.

"Oops, slippery fingers."

She bent down. Peering under.

'No!'

Between Luna's legs. Milky ‍‍‌‌⁠⁠‌‍‍‌⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠‌‌‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠fluids trailed down her thighs, pooling on the floor no doubt.

One glimpse from Ludel, it's over.

Bang!

I dove first.

"Eh?!"

"Sorry! I'll get it!"

I slid under faster than her, body-blocking the space between Luna and Ludel's legs.

"What the— you scared me!"

"I'll handle it. Stay seated, Professor."

I crawled, blocking her view. In that split second, the horror hit me.

Between Luna's legs. Sticky mucus trailed long down her pale inner thighs. Floor already sported a coin-sized white stain.

'Insane.'

How to clean this? Wipe first. This mess.

I pulled a handkerchief from my pocket. Ludel yelled above, "Give me my pen!"

[Master?]

'Stay still.'

I quickly wiped the floor stain. As my hand brushed her calf—

[Heek?!]

Luna ‍‍‌‌⁠⁠‌‍‍‌⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠‌‌‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠jolted. Table shook.

She must've been hypersensitive.

"Why shake the table mid-meeting?!"

"N-no! Just a cramp!"

Luna covered frantically. Meanwhile, I pried her thighs apart to check. Hot, humid warmth rushed out. Her entrance gaped slack, fishy scent assaulting my nose.

'Damn, still flowing!'

I pressed the handkerchief against her soaked slit.

Squish!