Pregnancy Scare Shenanigans

"I think I'm pregnant."

"Ughhh!"

Breakfast time. Hellish retching sounds exploded across the peaceful table. Luna was gripping the edge, heaving violently.

"Professor? You okay?" I patted her back and asked. Did she overdo it watching fireworks last night? Stark naked in the cold wind, shaking her hips like that—bound to catch something.

"Urk… My stomach… it's churning…."

Luna lifted her pale face. Tears welled in her eyes.

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"Wasn't it those spicy chicken feet you scarfed down as a midnight snack? I told you to stop 'cause they were too hot."

"No. It's not that." Luna shook her head vigorously. With trembling hands, she cradled her lower belly protectively. "It feels different."

"Different how?"

"Hmm… Something heavy… wriggling inside…." Her pupils quivered. Anxiety? Fear? Or anticipation?

"I'm pregnant."

"……Huh?"

I nearly spat out my water.

"What kind of nonsense is that? You used contraception magic perfectly."

"Magic can fail! Your stamina's too strong, Si-hun! Your sperm might have magic-piercing properties!"

What world has sperm like that? This isn't a game.

"And the symptoms are spot on. Morning sickness. Dizziness. And…." Luna solemnly pointed at the fridge. "I crave sour stuff. Lemons. Vinegar. That kind of thing."

That's just your weird tastes as usual, Professor. Last time you chugged cocktail lemon juice like water.

"Let's go to the hospital. Could be indigestion."

"No way! If we go and it's confirmed, rumors will spread! 'Magic Department Head Pregnant with Student's Child—Shocker!' I'd get fired!"

"You're the one who went all out, and now you're scared of that? Well, yeah, you wouldn't be able to show your face… But it's not about you getting fired—my life would be over."

Luna clung to my shirt hem. "Aah… What do we do? Morning-after pill? That needs a prescription too, right? This is bad…."

"So what am I supposed to do?"

"Check with magic."

Luna climbed onto the table and sprawled out spread-eagle. Breakfast table play first thing in the morning? And we're still eating. Don't spread your legs in front of the side dishes, Professor.

"Put your hand on my belly. Probe with mana and check for life signs."

I sighed and lifted her top. Her white abdomen came into view. Below her navel, the tattoo she'd carved with magic herself stole my gaze.

[Han Si-hun Exclusive Meat Toilet ↓ Semen Injection Port]

"I told you to erase that."

"Can't. It's our love tattoo.♡" She grinned and guided my hand to her belly. It was warm and soft. Maybe a tiny bit bloated?

Probably just from eating too much.

I didn't dare say it aloud. Lightning bolt incoming.

I pretended to concentrate my mana seriously. "Hmm…."

"Well? Feel anything? Our baby's heartbeat, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠thump-thump?" Luna's eyes sparkled.

Thump-thump's your heart, Professor.

"Not sure. Just sounds like gas to me."

"Do it properly! Deeper! Scan all the way to the uterine wall!"

This woman's not stopping till I say what she wants.

I sent a bit more mana. Vrrr—. Blue light permeated her abdomen. Her uterus interior came into fuzzy focus. Empty, as expected. Spotless.

"Nothing there. Probably just indigestion."

"Liar!" Luna bolted upright. "It's there! My maternal instincts are telling me!"

"That's not instinct—it's gluttony."

"No! This is… uh… phantom pregnancy!"

"Huh?"

"My body thinks it's real 'cause I want it so bad! I want your baby so much, Si-hun!"

Luna pouted and stroked her belly. "Poor baby… Sorry Mommy couldn't make you real…."

I'm going insane. Now she's doing prenatal care for a nonexistent kid.

"Shut up! It's your fault! You didn't creampie me enough!"

Full nelson creampie demand incoming.

"Special training starts today."

"What kind?"

"Unlimited ejaculation training till pregnancy succeeds." Luna pulled out a school map with a determined look and jabbed one spot. "Meet me here at lunch!"

Lunchtime. Student union building 3rd floor, 'Healing Room.' Normally for emergency treatment of injured students from accidents or experiments.

Opening the door revealed rows of curtained beds.

"Ughhh… My arm…."

"Mana backlash hurts so much… Just kill me…."

Still a warzone. No on-duty TA during lunch, just groans from the corner bed.

"Professor Luna. Sorry, I absolutely can't do this till tomorrow…."

One student was even Luna's fault. Not my doing, but… sorry.

I opened the door to the innermost 'Professor Exclusive Treatment Room.'

"Patient. Come in."

A woman in a white coat greeted me. Luna. She'd stolen a magic healing professor's coat.

"Professor, what are you doing here…!"

"Shh. Keep it down. Lots of students outside."

Luna locked the door and cast a barrier. She snatched my chart (which I'd grabbed on the way and couldn't ditch) and feigned a grave expression.

"Hmmm. Symptoms indicate 'semen overaccumulation syndrome.'"

"No such disease."

"If not drained, your balls could explode. Deadly stuff. Needs urgent release."

Luna pulled out a stethoscope. Cold metal pressed to my chest. Under the stolen coat… as expected, nothing else. Deep cleavage and pink nipples peeked through the buttons.

"Treatment urgent. Drop your pants."

"Here? Kids right outside the wall?"

"That's what makes it thrilling."

Luna hooked her finger in my belt loop. "They're groaning 'I'm dying' out there, while we fuck and moan in here. Ultimate taboo, right?"

Her kinks keep twisting darker.

"Hurry. Lunch is ending."

Luna urged. I reluctantly dropped my pants.

"Whoa…. ♡♡♡" She licked her lips at my cock. "Big syringe ready. Prepped to inject vaccine into my womb?"

She climbed onto the narrow exam bed. Hiked up the coat, revealing her pale nude body.

"Stick it in. Make me the healer lady getting railed by her patient on the bed."

Squelch—!

"Nghhh!"

Luna clamped my mouth. Then hers. Students' chatter filtered in from outside.

"Hey, where's the TA? I need meds."

"Dunno. Someone's in the professor's room?"

"Mmph! Mmmph!"

Luna rocked her hips on me, swallowing moans. Her face flushed crimson.

Creak. Creak. The old bed springs squeaked loudly.

Squish, squish.

"Weird noise inside, right?"

"Squeaking? Physical therapy maybe?"

Footsteps approached the door. Knock knock.

"Anyone there?

Luna pleaded with her eyes. Her legs locked tight around my waist.

This crazy bitch. Defiance surged. Fine, whatever.

Bam! Thud! I gripped her hips and thrust up hard. The bed head slammed the wall.

"Hnnngh! Grraaah!♡♡♡"

Luna's eyes rolled back. Her walls clenched spasming around me.

"Excuse me?"

The student reached for the knob.

"Emergency treatment in progress! Stay out!" I bellowed in a gruff voice.

Luna bit my shoulder to stifle her screams, nearly crushing it.

"Oh? Sorry…."

The student hesitated and backed off.

"Patient's in bad shape—keep quiet!"

Luna smirked at that.

"Yeah… physical therapy… with a thick meat mallet… massaging deep inside….♡♡" she whispered in my ear.

"Ah… medicine coming in… all the way to my ovaries… so sticky….♡♡."

She timed her mutters to my climax, like self-talk.

"Haa… haa…."

We lay tangled on the narrow bed. The air reeked of musk.

"Treatment complete." Luna nuzzled my chest. "Belly's full. Loaded with vaccine."

She stroked her bulging lower belly. "Gonna get pregnant for real this time. No way not after flooding me that deep."

"Enough with ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠the delusions."

I dressed hurriedly. Luna lounged nude, legs spread M-style. Cum leaked from her entrance, staining the white sheets.

"Not wiping that? Someone else needs this bed."

"Leave it. My mark."

Luna giggled. "Next kid gets department head vibes."

"You're such a perv, Professor."

I wiped roughly with tissue and flipped the sheet. Evidence destroyed.

We snuck out. Students in the hall bowed to Luna.

"Hello, Professor!"

Luna nodded coolly. No panties. Legs sloshing with my load at every step.

3 PM. Major lecture time. I fought sleep in the back row. 'Stamina training' wrecked my back.

Telepathy again. Sick of it.

Luna sent an image. Department head office private bathroom. Her on the toilet. But the water was red.

[?!]

Sleep vanished. Injury? Or STD from outside? Crabs or something?

Oh. That.

Her voice turned sulky fast.

Back to reality after mommy dreams.

Her threats are scarily detailed. Terrifying.

"…."

I ducked my head and bolted from the lecture hall, pretending bathroom break.

On-campus convenience store. Standing at the pad aisle, I looked pathetic. A guy—daytime, campus store—picking pads takes guts.

"Huh? Si-hun?"

Familiar voice behind. Ha-yoon.

"You… buying that?"

Her eyes locked on the pad pack in my hand.

"Uh, yeah… Little sis. Errand for my sister."

"Sister? Aren't you an only child?"

Crap.

"Cousin sis. Visiting home, too sick to go out, begged me."

"Oh… I see. You're so thoughtful, Si-hun."

Ha-yoon eyed me oddly. Stepped closer.

"But Si-hun."

"Yeah?"

"You change cologne lately?"

That again. Probably it. Aphrodisiac bodily fluids. Luna's scent clings to me.

"Nah. Why?"

"Your smell keeps popping into my head weirdly."

Ha-yoon sniffed. Her pupils dilated slightly.

"How to put it? Makes my head fuzzy and tingly…?"

Danger. Hooked on Luna's concentrated mana pheromones for sure.

"Gotta go, urgent! Talk later!"

I fled to the register. Behind, Ha-yoon stared blankly at my back—or my ass.