Meat Toilet
"Huuu..."
Only then did Luna's shoulders slump in relief. The cold mask fell away, and my "slave professor" was back.
"That was close. We almost got caught."
"When did you notice?"
"From the moment you came up to the fifth floor. Your mana was laced with Ludel's mana signature. What can you expect from that dwarf shit-rag—sneaking around like a rat."
Luna blew away the ashes of the burned magic stone.
"Looks like she caught on. That we're not just your average master and slave."
"That's bad. Professor Ludel will dig until the end."
"Doesn't matter."
Luna stood from her seat. And approached me.
"There's no evidence anyway, right? Just suspicion."
"True, but..."
"And she's already seen everything worth hiding."
Luna grabbed my collar and yanked me close. Our noses nearly touching.
"I like it, actually. Games are more fun with a bit of danger, don't you think?"
"......"
"Gotta have that thrill to make it exciting. Right?"
Her eyes glittered dangerously once more.
"Maaas-ter♡"
"Yes?"
"Don't go home tonight."
"I've got homework."
"Do it here. I'll watch."
Luna took my hand and placed it on her ass.
"But for every wrong answer, one spank."
"From who?"
"Me, obviously."
She grinned wickedly.
"I'll teach you wrong on purpose. Get ready.♡"
She's hopeless. But deep down, I knew it too. I didn't hate this game one bit.
"Have some cake. You said your blood sugar was dropping."
"Yeah. Feed me, Master. Mouth to mouth."
Ludel's eavesdropping. Social death hanging over us. But we calmly shared the cake. Mouth to mouth, sweet and sticky.
Well, like she said. It is fun.
A few days later,
"Wrong."
Crack.
The pointer struck the blackboard, the sound echoing through the living room. Luna had set up a full blackboard in the middle of the room, fully immersed in her teacher roleplay.
"Student Han Si-hun. Not focusing?"
Black horn-rimmed glasses pushed up, clad in a tight white lab coat. She looked the part of an intellectual elf teacher—except for the single button fastened right around her navel.
"Where do your eyes keep wandering?"
Luna tapped the makeshift desk in front of me with her pointer.
"Look at the board."
"I can't even if I want to."
"Oh? Why not?"
Luna feigned innocence as she perched on the table she'd spread out instead of a lectern. She crossed her legs, and the coat hem flared wide open. Exposed. No underwear, just bare skin. The pussy that had been wrapped in bandages just days ago was now healed smooth, flaunting its pale pink flesh.
"Here to ogle your teacher's body? Or to study?"
"You gotta set up the right environment for studying."
"No excuses. A true mage focuses on the formulas even in a storm."
Luna wiggled her slipper-clad toes. They traced teasing circles toward my crotch.
"Get this wrong again, and it's penalty points."
"What happens if I get penalties?"
"Hmm? Stay after class for... a steamy 'private counseling' with teacher?"
She licked her lips, shooting lustful glances over her glasses.
This wasn't studying. Just playtime to devour me.
"Now, solve it again. Solution to mana reflux."
I sighed and gripped my pen. Falling for the bait meant torment all night. Scribble scribble. Nose in the textbook, I worked through the equations. Learning directly from a 0-grade Archmage made them easier than expected.
"Done. Answer is forced cooling of the mana core."
Perfect. I confidently handed over the paper.
"......"
Luna's face stiffened. She tried to nitpick, but not a single character was wrong. Frustrated her plan failed, she bit her lower lip.
"Tch... boring."
"Studying's supposed to be boring, teacher."
"No. Redo it. Invalid."
Luna jabbed my thigh with the pointer.
"Theory's fine. Time for practical exam."
"Practical?"
"Yeah. Mana control practice."
Luna hopped off the table. Swish swish. The coat fluttered, teasing glimpses of her white nakedness.
"Teacher's got a huge mana clump inside right now. Down in her lower belly."
Luna forcibly guided my hand to her lower abdomen. Below the navel, where her womb sat. Hot. Her uterus clenched tight from arousal.
"Feel it. Hard, right? Loosen it up, student."
"Am I a doctor now?"
"A proper mage doubles as a healer! Hurry!"
Forceful bullshit. But her eyes were so desperate. Pent-up frustration from days of abstinence.
"Fine. But let me sleep for real after."
"Depends how you do.♡"
Luna braced against the blackboard and turned around. Ass out, back arched. She swept the slipped coat aside, revealing her smooth backline and deep ass cleft. And on one white cheek—a red brand swollen prominently.
"Teacher. What's this on your ass?"
"Ahhn... Tattoo... means 'student's exclusive toilet'..."
Luna wiggled her hips, flaunting the brand. The burn marks hadn't fully healed, yet she savored even that pain.
"An educator without dignity."
"Don't need dignity... just need to be a cum dump for my student's loads..."
I rubbed my dry face and positioned behind her ass.
"Commencing treatment."
"Nngh... put it in... your mana..."
Hummm—.
"Grrraaahh?!-!!♡♡♡"
Luna threw her head back with a scream. Mana injection was just an excuse. My hand was already delving between her thighs.
"Student... your hand's like an iron... so hot... gonna melt..."
"Hold position, teacher. Fall and it's an F."
At my cold words, Luna gripped the chalk tray tight, enduring. Her thighs quivered, love juices trickling down her cleft to pool on the floor.
"I lose. You win. So please... put it in."
Luna reached back, groping my already raging cock.
"Real 'education' is learned with the body, right?"
Her touch grew frantic. Zipper down, underwear aside, my pent-up lust sprang free.
"Teach teacher's insides... with this pointer."
"Teacher's the one who teaches, no?"
I teased deliberately, stroking along her ass curve. Smooth. Hot. Just touching felt good.
"T-true teachers learn from students too! So c'mon? Puh-lease..."
Luna whined nasally, dipping her waist and circling her hips. Ass up, pussy blatantly aimed at me. Her wet slit kissed my tip.
"Spread it."
"Y-yes...!"
I seized her hips and slammed up in one thrust.
Squelch—!
"Kyaaaaaaaahh-!!!!♡♡"
The blackboard rattled. Luna's torso lurched, face-planting into it.
"It's in! Student's cock is in!"
"Shut up, you dumb bitch. The neighbors'll hear."
I smacked her ass. Right on the Meat Toilet brand.
"Hyahk?! Hurts! Stings! But so gooood! Grraaah! Grrraaahk!"
Luna rolled her eyes back, shrieking in ecstasy. Her inner walls clenched madly. Rested days restored her pussy's elasticity—it squeezed to devour me.
Splat! Thud! Thud! Flesh slapping flesh. Pounding from behind squished her tits flat against the board.
But something was missing. Simple thrusting couldn't fill this slutty teacher's "depths." And from behind, I couldn't torment her guts.
"Teacher."
"Ahng! Wh-what... haaahk!"
"Your belly's too tense. Definitely knotted up."
"Ahk, yeah, knotted... loosen it with your student cock..."
I stopped and pulled out.
Pop.
"Aahn! Why pull out! Nooo! Don't go!"
Luna turned, eyes brimming with tears.
I grabbed her shoulders and spun her around.
"Position change."
"Huh...?"
"Can't treat from behind. Face me."
I turned her to face the board, back against it. Hoisted one leg over my shoulder. Her white belly and dripping pussy exposed defenselessly.
"I'll loosen it myself. From both sides."
I plunged roughly back in.
Squish—!
"Guhk! Deep! Deeper than before!"
Luna clung to my neck. Her lower belly bulged and receded visibly. I raised my hand blade. Pressed hard into her deep abdomen, right at her cervix.
Press. Presss.
"Guhk?!?!"
Luna's eyes rolled back. Inside, my cock stabbed; outside, my hand crushed. Her cervix sandwiched in pressure.
"Ah! Ah! Hitting! From both sides!♡"
"Hitting where?"
"Womb! Womb entrance squished flat! Grraaahk! ♡♡"
Her leg spasmed wildly. Each press made her walls convulse, gripping my cock tight. Supreme squeeze.
"Weak spot found."
I pressed harder.
Press. Presss. Deep enough to dent her pale belly.
Thrusting in sync.
"Heek! Hraaahk! Hurts! Belly hurts! But love it!♡"
"Poor classroom attitude."
Still not enough. I balled my fist.
"Love taps."
Thump—!
"Kuhk-!!!!"
A dull thud bloomed in her abdomen. Standing, the shock rippled straight to her spine. Luna's death rattle burst from her mouth as her torso crumpled, face burying in my shoulder.
"Guhk... uwoop...!"
Drool soaked my shirt. The abdominal impact transmitted fully to her womb. Her entire uterus crunch—bit down on my buried cock.
"Feeling better?"
"Haa... haa... student... too... rough...♡"
Luna gazed up with hazy, unfocused eyes. Clutching her belly, she smiled in rapture.
"Hit more... smash my baby-maker... ovaries... until they burst and I'm barren forever..."
"You're insane."
"Yeah... belly-bust me... getting pounded and punched... brain's turning to mush, feels so gooood…♡♡"
Thump! Thud! Thud!
No mercy. Pinned to the blackboard, I hammered fists in rhythm. Thrust, punch. Pound, punch.
The board boomed bang bang.
"Kieeeek! Krahuk! Ah! Ah! Deep! Too deep!♡♡"
Red fist-marks bloomed vivid on Luna's belly. She screamed but bucked her hips, offering her gut to my knuckles. Masochist's instinct—devouring pain as pleasure.
"Teacher."
"Nng? Wh-what... ahak! There!"
"Final question."
I cupped her bruised belly with my palm and halted.