Maid Luna's Vulgar Cosplay Debut
A 500-year-old hag...
Telepathy stabbed into my head.
'Be quiet.'
I glanced sideways. Ha-yoon's face was flushed beet red, like it might explode. She twisted her legs frantically, fidgeting restlessly—nothing normal about it.
"Haa… Uht…."
A faint moan escaped her lips. Her glassy eyes flicked toward me.
"Si-hun… Isn't it hot…?"
"Huh? Yeah, a little."
Ha-yoon's hand slipped under the desk. Her shoulder twitched unnaturally.
"Haa… Khm, it's… kinda hot…."
She tried to play it off with a fake cough, but I knew. That was the moan of a bitch in heat.
'No way.'
Luna cackled in my head.
'Are you insane?'
The threat level was unhinged. With trembling hands, I unzipped. My raging cock sprang out through the urine-soaked, damp underwear.
"Uht…."
I started stroking. The vibrating fishy stench and Ha-yoon's ragged breaths clawed at my senses in turns.
Ha-yoon showed no sign of stopping. I caught sight of her hand working furiously between her legs. She sniffed the air while stealing glances at me.
"Why's my body so hot…?"
Ha-yoon's thigh spasmed like it was convulsing.
My strokes sped up.
"Huu… Uht!"
Ha-yoon slammed forward onto the desk with a massive shudder. At the same instant, I couldn't hold back and came.
Byurt! Byurrrrk!
Hot spurts poured onto the underside of the desk. Ha-yoon slumped bonelessly into her chair. Her pants' crotch darkened with a deep wet stain.
Luna's scream echoed through my skull.
The lecture hall. The department head's office. Three people in separate places reached climax simultaneously.
That hellish class finally ended, and I returned to the department head's office. After near-begging to take a shower, I emerged to find Luna sprawled on the sofa. She'd clearly gotten herself off while I was washing up—the sight was a disaster. Legs splayed wide, fully exposing her crotch. A milky swamp glistened sloppily between her thighs.
"Thanks to you, feels like ten years got shaved off my lifespan."
"That little bitch put on quite a show, huh? My scent must be that good."
Luna laughed, drunk on her victory. I sighed and tidied the desk. Expecting any ethics from this woman was hopeless.
"Now, work. Master."
"What's this?"
"Festival planning docs. First review."
Luna tossed a thick stack of papers my way.
"Why me…."
"Dept head's too lazy."
Luna flopped down, pillowing her head on my lap. I reluctantly flipped through the pages. Magic cooking booth, spirit shooting gallery, broom racing… all the usual suspects.
Flip.
My hand froze on the next page.
Astrology Club: Cosplay Tarot Cafe
• Concept: Tarot readings in maid outfits and bunny girl costumes.
• Target: All ages (especially males)
"Hmm."
Luna snatched the plan like a hawk. Her brows furrowed deeply.
"What the hell? Maid? Bunny girl?"
"Must be trending."
She tsked her tongue, putting on airs of utmost refinement. Flaunting her 0-grade Archmage dignity.
"Can't understand these MZ kids. Why drool over such vulgar crap."
She tossed the plan onto the table.
"Magic scholars peddling giggles in scraps of cloth? Shame on the department. Rejected."
I stared at her in disbelief. Who was the woman currently using my lap as a pillow? The one who'd pissed on my face, stamped her belly for a press conference a few days ago, and even branded 'Meat Toilet' on her ass.
"Professor."
"Yeah?"
"Who's calling who vulgar right now?"
Luna's eyes went wide at my retort.
"Huh? What're you on about?"
"Compared to your antics, this is wholesome school fest material."
"……."
Luna blanked out for a moment, lost in thought. She patted the brand on her ass once, glanced at me once.
"Really?"
"Yes."
"I'm the vulgar one?"
"Overwhelmingly."
Her lips curled into a sly grin. Bad vibes.
She bolted upright and threw her arms around my neck.
"Is that so…."
Luna tapped the 'maid outfit' photo in the plan with her finger.
"Then I'll do it."
"Pardon?"
"For you, Master."
Her eyes gleamed with greed.
"I'll be your personal maid. A vulgar one no other bastard gets to see—just for Master.♡"
She whispered hotly in my ear.
"Skirt so short my ass hangs out, just an apron up top."
"How's that? You sip coffee as the customer, and I crawl under the table for service."
Just imagining it had her squirming, legs twisting. Her smile turned sultry as she unbuckled my belt.
"Look forward to it, Master. This 500-year-old slut will show you what real cosplay is."
I could practically hear my graduation slipping further away.
Days later.
Bam! A massive box thudded into the center of the department head's office. Teleport-delivered goods. Sender: 'Demon Realm: Succubus Boutique'.
"What's this?"
"My new uniform. Maid outfit."
Luna sliced it open with a cutter, and the contents spilled out. Black and white harmony. A head dress with white lace. Thigh-highs with garters. And scraps of fabric the size of my palm.
"This is clothes?"
"Yup. The style MZ succubi are obsessed with."
That damn MZ talk—who was the 500-year-old hag…
"You just thought something weird, didn't you?"
"N-no?"
"Hmph… Fine, whatever."
Luna hummed cheerfully and reached for her blouse buttons.
Pop. Pop. The white fabric hit the floor.
No hesitation—she unzipped her skirt next.
Swish.
"Changing here?"
"Why? Shy now?"
Luna proudly flaunted her pristine nudity. The noble flesh of a 0-grade Archmage. But one ass cheek bore the 'Meat Toilet' brand.
"Changing in front of Master is basic slave etiquette, right?"
She twisted her waist seductively, showing off the mark.
"Watch closely. See how this lofty department head slut degrades into a vulgar maid."
Luna savored my gaze as she rolled on the stockings.
Riiiip. The tight thigh-highs climbed her pale legs, thigh flesh bulging out.
"Umm… Kinda snug."
She fastened the garter, thrusting her ass toward me. The explicit parting of her cheeks was right in my face.
"Now the skirt… and apron."
She draped something laughably tiny over her hips. So short her pussy was fully on display.
"Top…."
Luna pressed a palm-sized scrap to her chest. No way it'd cover. She yanked the ties tight—her massive tits compressed, spilling out the sides and top. Nipples brazenly poked through the lace.
"Uht… Nipples rubbing… already tingling."
Finally, she clasped a thick choker with a big bell around her neck.
Jingle.
"Ta-da-♡"
She spun around.
"……."
I was speechless. What part of this was a maid?
Ghostly pale skin draped in black lace. Breasts overflowing the fabric, bare ass stamped 'Meat Toilet.' She'd pass for a third-rate brothel's top ace.
"Vulgar as hell. For real."
"Hehe, thanks!♡"
Luna bowed deeply. She wobbled over to me on unsteady steps. Each movement made the bell jingle and her tits bounce.
"Master. Ready to order?"
"Americano."
"Aww, not that."
Luna climbed onto my lap. The feel of her bare ass and dripping slit transmitted vividly through my pants.
"We got special menu. 'Luna's Love-Filled Piss Cocktail' or 'Fresh-Squeezed Grade-1 Breastmilk Latte.' One spell and I can squirt milk anytime.♡"
She groped her own tits demonstratively.
"What do you take food safety laws for?"
"Hiiing… Fine, plain coffee it is."
Luna pouted theatrically and headed to the machine.
Clatter. Under the minuscule skirt, her ass cheeks jiggled with every step.
Moments later, she approached with a tray. But her gait looked off.
Stumble. Wobble.
"Eh… Eeh?!"
Her foot snagged the carpet edge.
Splash-!
Scalding coffee poured over my pants.
"Ack! Hot!"
"Oopsie! My bad!"
Luna's face showed zero remorse. If anything, her lips twitched in amusement.
"Master! I'm so sorry! I'm such an idiot! I've committed a mortal sin!"
Thud! She dramatically kneed the floor.
She prostrated and started rubbing my soaked pants with her hands.
"Gotta dry it quick! Can't have burns!"
"You did that on purpose."
"Nooo! Anyway, gotta dry it! I'll lick it cool!"
Yeah, that's the real plan.
Just as Luna went for my zipper—
Knock knock.
"Dept head? Brought the revised astrology club plan."
A student's voice from outside.
"……!"
Luna's hands froze. So did I.
"Of all the timing…."
"Play dead."
"You in? Deadline's tight—office said have the TA take it if you're here."
Persistent. Even the doorknob rattled.
"Let her in."
Luna shot to her feet.
"In this getup?"
"Magic."
Luna snapped her fingers.
Fwaaah-
Light enveloped her body. Over the lewd maid outfit layered a perfect illusion of her usual prim attire. A 0-grade Archmage's advanced illusion spell—no normal student could pierce it. I could see through it, though… probably on purpose.
"Zip up. Si-hun. Roughly cover the wet spot."
Luna settled into her chair and called out.
"Come in."
Creak.
The door opened, and a female student entered. Astrology club president, envelope in hand, face tense.
"Sorry! Here for the resubmitted plan…."
To her eyes, the usual department head. But to mine?
Just a slut with legs spread wide, everything on full display.
"Bring it."
Luna beckoned imperiously.
The student timidly approached and placed the docs on the desk.
"We toned down the cosplay outfits you flagged. Lengthened the skirts, minimized exposure…."
She explained eagerly. Luna propped her chin, skimming the papers.
"Hmm."
She twirled her pen, eyeing the student.
Then she flicked a glance my way.
Telepathy.