The Department Head's Emergency Seal

"[Magic Department Head Luna von Adelheit] 'Ah, that thing about your chest pads bursting?'"

"[Pads my ass—reporters are swarming! You're our school's billboard! Get your ass over here!]" Click. The call cut off.

Luna stared up at me blankly. Her face crumpled into a pout in an instant.

"Si-hun."

"Yeah."

"I can't go."

"You have to."

"My legs won't move." She patted her thighs. It wasn't whining—she'd been moaning and writhing so intensely just moments ago that her waist had completely given out.

"And my belly's so full. If I walk, it'll all spill out."

She lifted her hips with a sniffle. The entrance was so loose that even the slightest movement made the contents slosh.

"Diaper, diaper—don't you have one?"

"You said no panties today since you felt like going commando, Professor."

"Hiiing... Of all the times... What do I do? What do I do!"

Luna rolled on the floor, throwing a tantrum. She couldn't exactly show up to the press conference no panties and covered in cum. But there was no time to wash ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠or dry.

One option left.

"Get up. We'll wipe you down quick and go."

"How? It's leaking everywhere."

"We'll plug it."

I scanned the room. My eyes landed on something on the desk—a large approval stamp. Thick, rounded wooden handle, perfect ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠grip.

"?"

Luna followed my gaze, her face turning beet red.

"N-no way."

"It's urgent. This'll do."

"Wait—that's the approval stamp! You lunatic!"

"Exactly why it'll seal perfectly. With the department head's authority."

I wiped the handle with a wet wipe and laid the protesting Luna on the desk.

"Relax. Or it'll hurt."

"Ow! It's cold! So hard!"

Schlup. The hefty handle slid smoothly inside. Already stretched and lubed, it slipped right in without resistance. The base caught at the entrance, plugging it tight.

"Hngh, uuuugh!"

Luna's eyes rolled back as she shuddered violently.

"It's in...! The stamp. It's buried in my pussy...!"

"Perfect fit."

I twisted it a few times to make sure it wouldn't slip, then helped her stand.

"There. No more ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠leaking."

"You want me to go out like this? It's rattling around ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠inside me!"

"Just like someone stuffing pads in their bra—you're stuffing a stamp down below. Fair trade."

I pulled spare panties from the drawer and helped her into them—to brace the stamp in place. Skirt down, outfit straightened, and she looked like the proper elf professor again. Aside from her flushed face and constantly rubbing, crossing legs.

"I'll support you. Walk as naturally as you can."

"Got it. Heeeung. ♡"

Luna clung desperately to my arm. We marched out of the department head's office with grim determination.

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The main building lobby was pandemonium. Professor Ludel had already been carted off. Apparently, after wailing and causing a scene, she'd passed out.

On the floor was a white silhouette outlining her tiny frame—like a crime scene chalk mark.

'She'll be okay, right?'

Near the outline, students murmured while reporters snapped photos nonstop.

"Make way! Department Head Adelheit coming through!"

I cleared a path. Luna took her place at the photo line with a haughty expression (sweating bullets in reality).

"Department Head! Is the explosive incident true?"

"Did Professor Ludel's body parts turn out to be magic tools?!"

Questions flew. Luna grabbed the mic. As she opened her mouth—

Twitch.

The stamp scraped her inner walls.

"Hyah!"

"?"

The reporters looked puzzled. Luna cleared her throat and schooled her face.

"Ahem. No need for concern."

She pressed on steadily. "This incident was merely a mishap from excessive research passion."

But I could see it—under the table, legs crossed in an X, lower body clenched with all her might. One slip in tension, and the 'department head stamp' would pop out like a cork.

"Our university. Nngh. Prioritizes safety above all. Haaang...♡"

"Pardon?"

"A-always! We keep it in mind!"

Luna's face was drenched in sweat. Luckily, the reporters seemed to take it as 'sincere crisis management.'

This woman was hopeless. I slipped my hand under the table and gripped hers tight.

'Hang in there. I'll pull it out after.'

At my touch, Luna trembled—relieved, yet more aroused. Then she flashed the cameras her most seductive, precarious smile.

"That's all. Written questions only."

The press conference ended without disaster. Days later, internet news ran headlines like 'Adelheit Professor's Passionate Clarification.' In the photo, Luna was flushed red, mid-rant. Only I knew a thick stamp was lodged inside her.

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"Haa. Haa. We survived."

Clunk. The door to the department head's office locked, and Luna collapsed to the floor. Back against the wall, she splayed her legs in an M.

"Master. Hurry. Pull out the stamp."

"Get up. Floor's cold. A woman's butt can't get chilly."

"Slaves don't deserve warm seats!"

Luna stuck out her tongue with a playful 'bleh' and grinned.

"Can't. Legs are jelly. Belly's too heavy."

She clutched her lower abdomen, panting. Which was real, I wondered. Well, it was heavy—that massive thing plugging her womb.

I scooped her up and laid her on the sofa. Skirt hiked, the bulge protruded over her panties. The hard shape pressed her perineum.

"Take off my panties."

"No hands?"

"It's wedged so tight. Can't even twitch a finger. Hiiing."

What an excuse. I tugged her panties down.

"Haaa."

The obscene sight: Gaping entrance. Black wooden stamp jammed in. Surrounding area slick with mixed fluids, glistening.

"Pulling it. Don't push."

"Gentle. Slow. It'll scrape my insides."

I gripped the handle firm. Slippery. Fluids nearly made it slide.

"Hng!"

Held my breath, pulled slow. Inner walls clung jealously, reluctant.

Schlorp. Slurp.

"Ah! Aah! There! Scraping as it comes out! The ridges! Too thick!!♡"

The stamp's edge raked her folds. Luna's back arched like a bow.

Pop! It ejected with a cheerful sound. The pent-up contents gushed out.

"Haaaaaaaang-!!!! ♡♡"

Luna threw her head back, eyes rolling. Fluids poured like a burst dam, soaking the sofa.

"Haaa. It's out. Feels empty. Wide open."

"Look at this. Sofa’s ruined."

I tsked, lifting the stamp. The once-black face was coated in white, translucent mucus. Musky scent filled the air.

"Gimme that."

Luna reached with glazed eyes.

"What for? Gotta clean it."

"No. It's got ink on it."

She grinned wickedly, eyes deranged.

"My womb ink. Mixed with Master's cum—special blend."

"Cut the dirty talk."

"Wanna stamp? See if it works."

She gestured for scrap paper from the desk. No point arguing.

I sighed, tossing her a sheet. Still sprawled, hands shaking, she gripped the stamp. Slam! on the paper.

Squelch.

The text was crisp, but glossy from the mucus overlay.

"Whoa."

Luna gasped in awe. "It stamped. Smelly stamp."

"Tossing it. For real."

"No! Got a use for it!"

"Where?"

Luna staggered up, pointing at the stack of documents on the desk.

"Those. Scholarship approvals and budget requests."

"No way."

"Yup. Approving with this. ♡"

Insane. Smearing bodily fluids on official docs?

"Absolutely not! How long ago was the last Education Ministry audit? You wanna cause another scandal?"

"It'll dry. Just a lingering scent."

Her eyes gleamed as she brought the stamp to the papers.

"They'll sniff this and know. 'This bitch ain't your average slut. Wonder who her master's? Lucky guy.'"

Slam! Squelch.

"Showing off my master's prowess!"

Slam! Slurp.

She stamped away, entranced. Each press stretched mucus threads. Her crotch turned into a sopping swamp.

"It's just pervert shit."

I shook my head, giving up. If complaints came about weird smells later, not my problem.

Knock knock.

Then—knocking.

"Department Head? It's Alice."

"!!!"

Luna's hand froze mid-air. I tensed. Senior Alice? Now?

"Came for urgent approval. May I enter?"

Luna shot me a look. Her state was disastrous: Messy hair, sweat-soaked shirt. And below—skirt hiked, panties at ankles, fluids dripping between legs. Stamp dripping fluids in hand.

Luna mouthed a silent scream.

"W-wait a moment! In the middle of important meditation!" she yelled desperately.

"Meditation? But these need to go to the president right away."

Alice wasn't backing down. The doorknob rattled.

"Si-hun! Block her! Somehow!"

Luna scrambled to fix her clothes, nearly slipping.

I sighed, approaching the door. Cracked it—just a sliver.

"Huh? Si-hun, why're you here?"

Alice's puzzled face peered through. She sniffed.

"But... what's that smell? Kinda fishy..."

Elves had keen noses, almost like dwarves. The room reeked of sex.

"Meditation incense. Good for calming the mind, but the scent's unique."

"Yeah? Smells like wet dog fur."

'Professor, stay quiet!'

Even now, Luna bristled at the odd insult.

"Professor? Sorry, but as I said, it's really urgent..."

Alice eyed the room suspiciously, trying to peek. I twisted to block her view.

"Hand over the papers. I'll pass them on."

"No, I need to explain in person."

"Head's in mana circulation—super sensitive. Mess it up, and boom. Like Professor Ludel just now!"

The 'boom' was her pads, but whatever.

"Th-that's not... Fine. Stamp these and bring 'em down quick. I'll wait on the first floor."

My flimsy excuse worked, somehow. Alice handed over the envelope. I snatched it.

"Got it. Right away."

Slam. Door shut and locked.