Handkerchief Plug and the Snooping Dwarf
'Class canceled 'cause the TA won't buy snacks' 'Ease up a bit. I'm wiping it right now.'
[It hurts... stings... but it feels so damn good when you touch it, I'm gonna lose my mind...]
I kept wiping away the fluids trickling down with my handkerchief. But no matter how much I wiped, it never ended. They kept surging up from deep in her womb. And every time my hand brushed her, she got even more excited and squirted more. A total vicious cycle.
"What's going on down there? Picking up a single pen shouldn't take this long."
Ludel asked in a suspicious tone. The tip of her shoe nudged my side.
"Coming right out! The pen rolled into the corner!"
I shouted desperately. This wouldn't do. I needed a temporary fix. Somehow block that leaking entrance. I balled up the soaked handkerchief.
'Hold still for a sec.'
[Huh? What are you—?]
I shoved the balled-up handkerchief into Luna's pussy entrance.
Pfook—
[KyaAAAAAAAH—!!!!♡♡♡]
Luna's back arched like a bow. Her eyes rolled back, whites flashing.
"Hng... haa... hnnk...!♡"
On the desk, Luna gripped her pen like she might snap it, trembling violently. She bit her lip until it bled, swallowing her moans.
It was plugged tight. My handkerchief sealed the entrance perfectly like a cork. The rough cotton texture scraping her inner walls, the overwhelming fullness.
[Master... the handkerchief... inside... it's so scratchy...]
[Scraping my insides raw...♡]
The tone of her telepathy turned hazy. She was starting to perceive the pain as pleasure.
'That should stop the leaks. Squeeze tight.'
[Okay... I'll squeeze... Master gave me this handkerchief... I won't let it out...]
Luna pressed her thighs together. Her pussy muscles contracted, sucking the handkerchief deeper inside.
"Here you go."
I crawled out from under the desk holding Ludel's ballpoint pen. Sweat beaded on my forehead.
"You made all that fuss just to pick this up?"
"Sorry. It was messier down there than I thought—hard to find."
I pretended to brush off dust, hiding the fluids on my pants from Luna.
Back at my seat, I glanced at Luna. Her face was flushed, staring blankly into space. Under the tablecloth, she had her legs crossed, subtly grinding her hips. Savoring the foreign sensation of the handkerchief inside. Reveling in the scratchy fabric rubbing her sensitive membranes with every shift.
"Moving on to agenda item four."
The chairman's voice rang out. Luna propped her chin on one hand while the other groped my thigh under the desk.
[Master.]
She whispered telepathically.
[This feels so good.]
'......'
[Every time I move, it zaps me. Different from holding in pee.]
[I can feel my juices soaking into the handkerchief. All wet and warm.]
She pinched the inside of my thigh.
[Later, you bite it out with your teeth. Pop! Make it loud.♡]
I rubbed my dry face. Luna's scent clung to my hands. A fishy, sweet aroma of depravity. Professor Ludel next to me sniffed again.
"The smell's gotten worse. You really don't shower, do you?"
Luna flashed a sly smile. Utterly seductive and destructive.
"Who knows. Maybe it's Professor Ludel's booger scent?"
"W-what?!"
The conference room erupted in chaos again. But I sighed in relief. At least no more worries about dripping on the floor.
I slipped my hand into my pocket. The "wet gauze" I'd picked up earlier, and the "new fluids" on my hand. Laundry today would need hand-washing.
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The moment we got back to the department head's office, Luna locked the door.
"Take it out! Hurry, take it out!"
She scrambled onto the desk. Papers scattered to the floor, but she didn't care.
Luna spread her legs in an M-shape. It was a wreck. Panty-less bare pussy. The insides of her pale thighs glistened with milky fluid. And between her legs, the tip of the handkerchief protruded like a tongue from her swollen, ruined entrance.
"Haa... haa... Master, pull it out... with your mouth..."
"It's dirty."
"Not dirty! It's my essence! Tonic!"
Luna grabbed my head and shoved it into her crotch. An intensely sweet, fishy scent. Was there any man in the world who could resist this smell?
I buried my face between her thighs. I caught the damp end of the handkerchief with my lips.
"Nngh...♡"
Luna clutched my hair like she was ripping it out. Hot breath poured onto my scalp.
I tilted my head back. Slowly. Sluuuurp—.
The handkerchief pulled free, scraping her walls as it clung to her mucosa.
Luna's back arched like a bow.
"Ah! Aah! It's scraping! My insides are getting scraped!!"
Squelching friction sounds. The moment the balled-up mass forced its way out—
Pop!
A cheerful burst, and the plug popped free. Simultaneously—
Gush.
The dam burst. The cloudy fluid pooled behind the handkerchief cascaded down like a waterfall. Right onto my face.
"Mmph!!"
I held my breath and squeezed my eyes shut. Warm, sticky stuff ran down my cheek to my jaw.
"Hgyaaaaah—!!!!♡♡"
She screamed into orgasm. Her back bowed, legs spasming like uncoiled springs.
"It's out! All out! Wide open now!♡♡"
Her legs quivered as drool spilled from her mouth. Eyes rolled back white. The ecstasy of extreme evacuation and release. She slumped exhausted on the desk.
I spat out the handkerchief from my mouth. It hit the floor with a heavy splat, like a soaked rag.
"Tsk tsk... what the hell is this."
I scrubbed my mouth with my sleeve. Luna lay sprawled, spent, with more milky fluid oozing from between her legs.
I clicked my tongue, and she cracked her eyes open with a goofy grin.
"Hehe... ehehehe..."
Grinning like an idiot. Eyes unfocused.
"Master's face... covered in cum.♡"
"Whose is it, huh."
"Ours mixed together. A cocktail?"
She reached out, scooping the fluid from my cheek and licking it off her finger.
"Slurp. Tasty. Our mixed flavor."
Speechless. Just how far did this woman's tolerance go?
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Cleanup was on me. I used up a whole pack of wet wipes on the desk and sealed the fallen handkerchief in a plastic bag.
"Throw that away?"
"Obviously?"
"Hiiing... such a waste. Keep it as a souvenir."
"It stinks. Confiscated."
I tied the bag firmly. Luna smacked her lips regretfully.
"But Si-hun."
"Yeah."
"I'm hungry."
"You ate lunch."
"Not that. Mana drain—sugar crashed."
Luna flopped onto the sofa without fixing her clothes. Legs splayed wide shamelessly. Her pussy between those pale thighs still twitching with aftershocks.
Did this woman have no shame?
"Get something sweet. Chocolate cake. Or macarons."
"Now? You need to prep for lecture."
"Nah! I'm a patient! Paraplegic from the waist down!"
Luna kicked her feet in the air like a bratty kid.
"Won't buy snacks? Class canceled. 'Class canceled 'cause the TA won't buy snacks'—I'll post it."
Pouting cutely.
"Haa... fine."
Couldn't say no to that face.
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"Behave. No funny business."
"Okay! Hurry back, Master!"
Luna waved innocently. I hurried out of the lab.
Walking the hall, a familiar face approached. Professor Ludel.
'Again?!'
I ducked my head to pass, but she called out.
"You there, TA Han Si-hun."
"Ah, yes. Hello."
"Hold on."
Ludel blocked my path. Her nose twitched. Sniffing again.
"What have you been up to?"
"Pardon?"
"Your body's reeking. What is it... super fishy."
My shirt. Luna's fluids from earlier had dried on it. Jacket hid it visually, but not the smell.
"Oh, that... some reagent splashed during an experiment."
"Reagent? What reagent smells like this?"
Ludel eyed me suspiciously.
"You didn't do anything weird in the department head's office, did you?"
"What do you mean."
"You've been suspicious since the meeting. You and that woman. Same exact smell."
Ludel stepped closer.
"I'm warning you—the university is for scholarship. Get caught dirty-handed, and neither you nor her walks away unscathed."
"Noted."
I bowed and slipped away. Behind me, her mutter.
"Damn elves... can't hide their heat to save their lives."
Cold sweat. Ludel's suspicion turning to certainty was just a matter of time. Gotta be careful.
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"I'm back."
I opened the door. Luna sat at the desk. But the vibe was off. No more disheveled mess—she reviewed papers with a calm expression.
"You're here."
"......?"
Why's she talking like that? Voice unfamiliar. Too normal.
"Professor?"
"You're late. Told you to finish organizing by 3."
Luna glared coldly. Chill in her wine-red eyes. Frost Witch mode.
'What? Why suddenly?'
I set down the cake box, flustered.
"You told me to get snacks..."
"Snacks? When did I order that?"
Luna slammed the paper stack on the desk.
"TA. You've been slacking lately. Poor work ethic."
"Pardon?"
"Abandoning the office to wander? And what's with the cake? Eating on the job?"
Confusion. Was this the same woman who just smeared my face and loved it? Split personality? Amnesia?
Then she tapped a paper on the desk with her index finger. White A4 sheet. Scribbled handwriting.
[Ludel is eavesdropping right now.]
[Play along.]
Ah. Goosebumps. Eavesdropping spell. Did Ludel plant something when we passed in the hall?
I switched gears instantly.
"S-sorry! I was so hungry..."
"No excuses. Write a self-criticism report."
"Yes! Got it!"
I bowed deeply. Luna tsked, pretending to flip papers.
"Really, no decent TAs. Humans are so lazy and dumb."
"I'll improve."
"The door's bugging me. Clean it up. Out of my sight."
"Yes, ma'am!"
I stomped toward the door loud enough to hear. Pretended to open, then slammed it bang!
Didn't leave. Luna waved lightly at the air. Eavesdropping detection and block spell.
Zzzzt—.
A tiny spark, and a small mana stone fragment on my belt burned up. The bug.
How the hell did she plant it?