Achy Pussy Kong-Kong Massage ♡

"Pound my achy pussy, kong-kong.♡"

Department Head's Office bathroom.

"You're late. My panties are already soaked through."

Luna grumbled as she sat on the toilet. Her white panties were stained a vivid red—utterly ruined.

"Here. Deal with it quick."

I tossed her a sanitary pad. But Luna didn't budge.

"Put it on for me."

"Pardon?"

"I don't wanna get blood on my hands. You do it, Master."

"No way. You're not content with me diapering you—you want me changing your pads now too?"

"I'm your slave. Taking care of your slave is the master's duty."

Luna spread her legs into an M-shape. The sight was utterly exposed. From her smooth, hairless mound, crimson blood trickled steadily down. The metallic tang of blood filled the cramped space.

"Wipe me clean. Thoroughly."

I sighed in resignation and pulled out some wet wipes. As I carefully dabbed away the blood, Luna twisted her hips.

"Ow! That's cold."

"Hold still."

"There. My clit. Clean between there too."

I could see her inner walls twitching with every touch. They said hormones ramp up libido during periods, and it looked like that was true.

"Master."

"What."

"I want it."

"......Right now? You're bleeding."

"Doesn't matter. Think of it as vampire play."

Luna smiled seductively, grabbing my wrist with her bloodied hand.

"A cock stained with blood... doesn't that sound super sexy?"

"You're such a perv."

"Yeah. I'm a witch. Witches love blood rituals by nature."

What an outdated stereotype. Just like calling them old hags.

"You just thought something weird, didn't you?"

"Nope."

Her annoyingly sharp intuition kicking in as always, she fumbled at my pant leg.

"No. It's unsanitary."

"Just wear a condom."

"Don't have one."

"Use a magic condom."

Luna snapped her fingers. Pop—a thin, transparent sheath enveloped my dick. It could do that too?

"See? Problem solved."

"But doesn't your stomach hurt? You said you had cramps."

"Sex fixes it. A good kong-kong uterine massage with your cock wipes the pain away."

No idea if there was any medical basis for that, but her eyes were already set—decision made long ago.

"Put it in. Pound my achy pussy, kong-kong.♡"

In the end, I had to consummate yet again atop the toilet in the Department Head's Office bathroom.

"Ughhh..."

The hellish cleanup was finally over. The bathroom looked like a crime scene. Gaudy crimson bloodstains everywhere. Milky fluids crusted in the tile grout. It took three full scrubs to finally air out the bloody stench.

"So mean. That was my masterpiece."

Luna pouted from the sofa, a hot pack on her belly as she groaned.

The wild energy from moments ago—ranting about being the "vampire queen" or whatever—was gone. She looked every bit the textbook period sufferer.

"What kind of art is this? It's a murder scene. They could tape it off with police line and I'd buy it."

"Tch. No romance in your soul."

Luna whined, wriggling on the sofa.

"Hiiing. Si-hun... I'm dizzy."

"You bled that much—of course you are. I told you to take it easy."

"Iron deficiency. Probably anemic."

She gave me a sleepy, half-lidded stare. Licked her dry lips.

"I ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠want meat. A rare steak, dripping blood."

"I'll order delivery."

"No. Not that."

Luna poked my forearm with a finger.

"Why leave fresh meat hanging around?"

"I don't sell human."

"Hiiing... just one bite. I wanna try."

Luna grabbed my wrist and opened her mouth wide—ahhh. I thought it was a joke, but her eyes were glazed. Gleaming fangs.

"Ah, no. I haven't had a tetanus shot."

"Tch. Cheapskate. Geezer. Total boomer."

Luna grumbled and flopped back on the sofa. Then she shoved the hot pack aside and yanked my hand to her lower belly.

"Fine, lend me your hand then. Your hands are magic healers, Master."

The soft give of her abdomen came through her thin nightie—the same womb that had convulsed around me moments ago now meekly accepted my touch.

"Rub it. In circles."

"Like this?"

"Yeah... ow, there. Press hard, kkuk-kkuk."

Luna closed her eyes and let out a moan.

"Feels good... so relaxing... I can feel your energy flowing in..."

Meek as a lamb. But experience told me otherwise. She was just running on empty. The second she recharged, who knew what madness she'd unleash.

"Sleep. I'll head to class and wake you when I'm back."

"Don't go."

Luna's eyes snapped open. Her grip on my wrist was unnaturally strong.

"I'm dying in pain and you're gonna ditch me?"

"Gotta take attendance."

"Cancel it. I'm the almighty department head. One word from me and that prof shuts up."

"Abuse of power."

I couldn't help but laugh.

"I'll be quick. I'll bring real steak on the way back."

"For real? Promise?"

"Yes. Promise."

Only then did her grip loosen. She narrowed her eyes in warning.

"Cheat and you're dead. I can smell it all."

"Got it."

I tucked her in up to her neck and hurried out of the Department Head's Office.

Fresh hallway air slapped my cheeks as I stepped out. My head cleared a bit.

Haa... is it really all washed off?

I sniffed my forearms. I'd scrubbed hard, but paranoia lingered. Under my nails, hair tips—somewhere, a faint, fishy tang hung on. Blood? Semen? Or Luna's scent? ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Some unholy mix.

"Gotta spray something..."

I reached for deodorant in my bag.

"Si-hun!"

Someone called from behind. It was Ha-yoon.

"Oh, uh. Hey."

I flinched and shoved the deodorant back in. Ha-yoon approached—closer than usual.

"Heading to class? Walk together."

"S-sure."

Side by side, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠her gaze clung relentlessly.

"You seem... different today?"

"Me? Just tired. Been overdoing it lately."

"Not that kind of tired."

Ha-yoon sniffed the air.

"It's like... hmm. Horny vibe?"

"W-what?!"

"And the smell."

She leaned in, face nearly buried in my shoulder. Close enough to feel her breath.

"That perfume from before... way stronger today?"

Doomed. Even after showering, Luna's marking wouldn't fade. Period blood and semen pheromones, ultra-concentrated. Sunk right into my skin.

"Ah, it's just fabric softener."

"Nope. Not softener."

Ha-yoon's pupils dilated hazily.

"Kinda... iron-y too... fishy... makes my head spin when I sniff it..."

She unconsciously hooked her arm in mine. Her breast pressed against my forearm. Something she'd never do normally.

"Ha-yoon?"

"Huh? Oh, sorry. Slipped out."

She jerked back, face red as a ripe tomato. Bit her lip, stealing glances.

"But Si-hun... you don't have a girlfriend, right?"

"Uh? No, none."

Professor Luna aside. Was that a girlfriend? Probably not.

"Good. Relieved."

Ha-yoon's eyes gleamed oddly as she sighed in relief.

"So, after class today?"

"Me? Got plans."

"What plans? Another 'watching my niece' excuse?"

She stepped closer. Right at the lecture hall door. People passing by, but she didn't care.

"Eat with me. My treat, something yummy."

"Sorry. Really can't today."

"When have you ever? You always dodge."

Ha-yoon's voice rose. Obsession. The normal classmate was morphing—like withdrawal from Luna's pheromones.

"Hey, Ha-yoon. People are watching..."

"Don't care. You're hiding something from me, right?"

Ha-yoon reached for my collar. Then—

Bzzz.

My smartphone vibrated in my pocket. At the same instant, the hallway fluorescents flickered and buzzed.

"......!"

Ha-yoon flinched and stumbled back. She felt it too. Primal terror stimulating survival instincts. The pressure radiating from behind me.

"Wha...?"

Her face drained pale as she whipped around.

"Did you hear that just now?"

"Hear what?"

"Someone... whispered in my ear, 'I'll kill you'..."

Ha-yoon shuddered and backed away.

"I-I'm going in first! Stomach's acting up!"

She fled into the lecture hall. I sighed in relief, wiping sweat from my brow.

Just leave her be. Nothing happened.

She'd drive me insane. I hung my head and slunk into the lecture hall. No way a word of today's lecture would stick.

Class over. Bell rang—I packed my bag and bolted. Steakhouse near campus. Ordered "rare" to-go per Luna's specs, then sprinted back to the Department Head's Office.

"I'm back!"

Luna perked up from the sofa as I burst in. She'd changed into a baggy boxy tee and dolphin pants.

"48 minutes 32 seconds. Late."

She glared at her watch. But her nose twitched toward the steak bag.

"Meeeat—!♡♡"

She snatched the bag. Opened the container—raw, bloody hunk gleaming.

"Itadakimasu—!"

Luna devoured it by hand, no fork. Chomped away. Red juices dribbled down her chin. Where was the professor in this? Wildwoman... no, barbarian.

"Slow down. You'll choke."

"Yummy. Blood flavor. Iron flavor."

She polished off two portions in seconds, sucking meat juices from her fingers. Belly full, mood lifted. Good. And no Ha-yoon talk.

"Si-hun."

"Yeah."

"Full now. Sleepy."

"Nap. I'll wake you."

"Together."

Luna patted the sofa. That tiny thing?

"I have stuff to—"

"Lie down when I say. I need a pillow."

I ended up on the sofa; Luna pillowed on my arm and snuggled in. Familiar pose. Shampoo scent mixed with faint blood from her hair.

"Warm..."

She nuzzled my chest.

"Hey, Si-hun."

"Yeah."

"That bitch earlier."

"Ha-yoon?"

"Yeah. When she sniffed you... you got a little excited, right?"

My heart skipped.

"No."

"Liar. Heart rate spiked. I heard it."

Luna traced circles on my chest with a finger.

"Felt good watching another girl go into heat for you? Got cocky?"

"Not like that."

"Hmmm..."

Luna looked up at me. Her gaze wasn't jealousy—more like a kid spotting a new toy.

"Prove it."

"Prove what."

"That you're mine."

Luna slipped her hand under my tee. Hotter-than-usual palm slithered across my chest.

"Right here. That smell that bitch sniffed... cover me in it again with your body."

"But your cramps."

"Doesn't matter. Make it hurt more. I like the pain. 'Cause it's from you, Master."

Luna straddled me. Her tee rode up, exposing her pale lower belly. Crotch looked thicker from the pad.

"Still on your period, though."

"That's why it's better. Blood and cum mixing all sticky... perfect marking."

Luna smiled lewdly and lowered her hips.

"Lunch was too rushed. This time, I'll milk you slow to the root."

She claimed my lips. Kiss reeking of steak and saliva. Afternoon sun streamed into the Department Head's Office. We tangled again, sharing body heat and fluids.

"I love you, my meat-dildo Master.♡"

With her whisper, my consciousness sank beneath waves of pleasure.