Under-Desk Indulgence and Cosplay Deception
"Good job."
This student has no idea, does he? That I'm exposing my pussy and nipples right now. Luna was reveling in the situation. No surprise there—she wasn't exactly right in the head.
"Intensity control, huh." Luna tapped the desk with the tip of her pen. Then, feigning an accident, she let it slip from her fingers. It rolled away with a clatter, tumbling under the desk.
"Oops. Assistant?"
"Yes."
"Pick up my pen."
I swallowed a sigh and crawled under the desk. Just as I reached for the pen—thud. Luna's bare foot pinned my hand down.
"!"
I looked up, and there it was: an unobstructed view. Her bare legs spread wide, thighs parted to reveal her winking, pale pink pussy. She tickled the back of my hand with her toes while sending me a telepathic message.
Don't pick it up.
Lick me.♡
There's a student right here!
Under the desk. He can't see anyway. Hurry up.
Luna pressed down harder with her foot, dragging my hand inexorably toward her crotch. Her eyes screamed that she'd scream bloody murder in front of the student if I didn't comply.
"Department head? Is there a problem with the paperwork?"
"No. Just thinking for a moment. Keep explaining."
Luna responded to the student with perfect composure. Meanwhile, under the desk, she clamped my head tight between her thighs. The sharp scent of ammonia and pheromones assaulted me. Right in front of my nose, red flesh quivered, glistening with her juices.
This is insane.
Resigned, I stuck out my tongue. Lap.
"Hng... Ah!♡"
Luna's shoulders twitched slightly.
"Professor?"
"Ahem! My throat's a bit dry. Continue."
She gripped the desk hard. Every time my tongue grazed her clit, her thighs crushed my ears mercilessly.
More. Harder.
Lick inside too.♡
I thrust my tongue into her entrance. Slurp. Suck. Wet friction sounds echoed.
The student paused mid-explanation. "Didn't you hear that? Like water running..."
"It's the humidifier. Don't mind it."
Luna's face flushed red. She'd probably veiled it with illusion magic, but she couldn't hide the cold sweat. She was biting her lip bloody to stifle her pleasure. I wanted to torment her more. I raised two fingers and shoved them into her entrance.
Squelch!
"Kyaaah—!♡"
Luna screamed.
"Department head?!"
The student jumped back in alarm.
"N-no, it's nothing. Cramp. In my leg."
Luna clutched the desk, panting. Underneath, I scraped her inner walls with my fingers while assaulting her clit with my tongue. Up top, she played the stern authority figure lecturing him. Below, the department head was getting finger-fucked by her own assistant.
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I'm! Gonna! Cum! I think I'm gonna cum! ♡♡
Luna's legs squeezed my head like a vice, threatening to crush it.
"That proposal."
With trembling hands, Luna grabbed her stamp.
"Approved. I'll approve it! Ungh!"
Thud! The moment the stamp hit—spurt, spurt, spuuurt!
Her juices flooded my mouth. Her eyes rolled back simultaneously.
"Haaaah—!"
"Professor?!"
In the student's eyes, Luna suddenly threw her head back, shuddered violently all over, and slumped deep into her chair.
"A-are you really okay? Should I call 119...?"
"Out."
Luna waved him off, face-down on the desk.
"It's approved. Get out now!"
"Y-yes! Thank you!"
Terrified, the student snatched his papers and fled.
Finally, the door clicked shut.
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"Pwah!"
I crawled out from under the desk, my mouth smeared with her fluids.
Luna dispelled her illusion magic. Her maid outfit was sweat-soaked and disheveled, breasts fully exposed, eyes glazed, tongue lolling out.
"Hehe. Ehehhe...♡"
She grinned idiotically at me.
"We almost got caught. My heart was gonna explode."
"Maybe tone it down next time."
"But it felt so good. Cumming right in front of a student. The best."
Luna staggered toward me on all fours. She grabbed my pant leg, pulled herself up, and kissed my juice-smeared lips.
"Master."
"What."
"I'm not done yet."
She guided my hand to her soaked apron.
"Maid training isn't over, right?"
She smiled seductively and flung off the rest of her clothes.
"Train me properly. I'll bark if you say bark, cum if you say cum."
Looks like tonight would be an all-nighter with this lewd maid's "training."
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"Training starts now."
"Yes! Yesss! Master!"
On the department head's office desk, Luna waited with her ass thrust high. The bell on her collar jingled.
"What is a maid's duty?"
"Serving master! With my holes!♡"
"Wrong."
Smack! I slapped the spot on her ass branded with Meat Toilet. A red handprint bloomed vividly.
"Kyaaah!♡"
"Cleaning. Making the dirty clean."
I picked up her fallen apron and tied it loosely around her waist. Naked except for the apron, choker, and thigh-highs—a bizarre, erotic sight.
"How's your body right now?"
"D-dirty. Sticky with the juices I squirted in front of that student earlier."
"Then you need to clean it."
I sat on the sofa and pointed between my legs.
"This area's dirty too. Because of you."
Luna's eyes sparkled. She crawled over on all fours, bell clanging loudly.
"I'll clean it. Suck it spotless...♡"
Luna undid my belt. My raging cock sprang free. She opened wide without hesitation. Slurp. Sluuurp.
"Haa... Mmph... Slurp...♡"
Vacuum cleaner was an understatement. She sucked so hard her cheeks hollowed, tongue swirling the tip, throat squeezing the shaft.
"You're good at this."
"Mmmph! (Of course!)"
I grabbed her hair and rocked her head back and forth. Deeper. Even deeper.
"Gack! Hack! Mmmph!"
Tears welled up, but she didn't stop. Her hands gripped my thighs tighter.
"Now time to clean the 'bottom' too."
"Pwah!"
Luna pulled off, gasping, saliva stringing from her lips.
"Master... This slave bitch will clean master's cock with her pussy—♡"
She climbed onto the sofa, straddling me. Woman on top. Squish!
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"Kiyaaaaah—!!!!♡♡"
She took it to the hilt in one go. Her upper body arched back, massive tits bouncing. The apron strings dug into her cleavage, making her even lewder.
"It's in! So full! Master's cock is cleaning my womb!"
The bell's tempo quickened. Jingle! Jingle! Jingle!
She ground her hips wildly. Her inner walls ground against me like a whetstone; I could barely think straight.
"Haaang. Haht! More! Thrust deeper! Let master's cock clean my womb more!♡♡"
Luna clutched my shoulders, nails digging in.
"Tight...!"
"Cum! Cum! Stamp the cleaning complete!! ♡♡"
Squeeze! Spurt, spurt, spuuuurt!
"Aaaaaah—!!!!♡♡♡"
Luna's eyes rolled back as she convulsed. Her pussy walls contracted fiercely, milking every last drop. At the same time, urine leaked uncontrollably from her urethra, wetting my stomach.
"Haa... Ungh...♡"
She collapsed limply into my arms. The air reeked of sweat and fluids.
Drained, I muttered, "Good job."
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"Festival."
A while later, Luna murmured as she gathered her clothes.
"What?"
"What that student mentioned. Cosplay tarot cafe at the festival."
"You rejected it."
"But I already approved it. Stamped it hard."
Luna grinned slyly. That stamp she'd slammed while cumming under the desk. The situation was weird, but approval was approval.
"So?"
"I wanna do it too."
"Pardon?"
"I wanna cosplay and join in."
What nonsense was this? The department head crashing a student festival booth?
"Absolutely not."
"Why not! This outfit suits me!"
Luna held up the maid costume.
"That's only for wearing in front of me. Step outside in that, and you're under arrest."
"Tch. Old fogey. Chicken. Boomers."
Luna pouted. But her wine-red eyes rolled slyly. I knew that look from experience. Not giving up. Plotting something big.
"Promise me. You'll behave during the festival."
"......."
"Answer."
"Fine. I'll hole up in the lab."
Her voice shrank suspiciously. Way too suspicious.
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Days later. University festival day. The campus buzzed with energy. Stalls everywhere, bands performing on stages. The heat of youth. But my nerves were fixed on the department head's office.
She even used an emoticon. :) What era was that from? Smells like old lady...
Her senses were annoyingly sharp for useless stuff.
I gotta check on her.
That's when I overheard passing male students.
"Hey, heard the astrology club blew up!"
"Why? Good tarot? They're all frauds."
"Nah, they hired an alum. Tarot's secondary—the body's insane."
"Who? From our school?"
"Dunno. Outsider, face covered, but tits and ass... whoa."
A chill ran down my spine. No way. Please no.
I shoved through the crowd to the astrology club booth.
In the corner of the field, a deep purple tent. A long line already, all hungry dudes.
"Whoa, those are huge."
"Natural?"
"Cosplay quality is nuts."
I pushed through the murmurs to the tent entrance. Dim inside. A single table under faint light. Behind it, a woman in a black robe, her overwhelming curves impossible to hide. Garters peeked from the slit in her robe.
Above all. That scent.
The familiar, musky-sweet smell of female that drenched my face every morning.
"Next customer, come on in~♡"
Voice distorted, but I knew. It was Luna.
This woman!
I ignored the line and burst in.
"Hold up—inspection time! Everyone out!"
"Hey? Cutting in line?!"
"Isn't that Professor Luna's assistant?"
"Still working under that psycho? Tough guy."
I ignored the protests, closed the tent flap, and cast a barrier.
"Professor."
I growled, approaching the table.
"Oh? Feisty customer?"
Luna slowly lowered her hood. Sure enough, a mischievous smirk played on her lips.
"You broke your promise."
"What promise? Just donating my talents."
Luna spread cards on the table.
"So, customer. What's on your mind? Love luck? Money? Or..."
She stood abruptly, flinging open her robe. Inside: that trashy maid outfit from the other day's delivery.
"Sex luck?♡"