Holding It for Master's Command
[No panties right now.] [No panties right now.]
"Ahem…!" I cleared my throat awkwardly and turned my head. But the telepathy didn't stop.
[Forgot to put on my diaper before coming. It's making me anxious.]
'I'll bring it during break, so just hold it, Professor.'
[Can't hold it. I wanna soak it right now. If I go here, Master will clean me up, right?]
"Kim Min-su. Student. Read paragraph 2 on page 48."
Luna pointed at the student casually. But her inner thoughts were a cesspool.
[That Min-su punk—should I dock his points? How dare he look at me in front of Master?]
'You called on him yourself... No, if you mess with students, I'm really quitting.'
[Sorry! I won't! I'll bark if you say so!]
Luna's face flushed beet red. The students would think it was just irritation at their own idiot faces. Wrong. She was just in heat.
Crunch. Luna gripped the lectern harder. The edge started crumbling.
"Then... next is..."
Luna turned toward the blackboard. Just as she went to write—
Her ass trembled faintly.
[It's coming.]
'No.'
[So hard to hold... Master, give me the order...]
This was driving me insane. I squeezed my eyes shut and sent back a reply.
'Hold it. If you go, you're dead.'
Then—
Boom!
The blackboard shattered. Students yelped and ducked under desks. Chalk dust fluttered like snow.
"P-Professor?"
Luna stood with her fist embedded in the center of the broken board, breathing raggedly. Her face glistened with pleasure. Her legs shook uncontrollably. Aftershocks of climax.
"Class... dismissed."
Luna grabbed her things and bolted from the lecture hall. On her way out, she glanced my way and threw a wink. A musky female scent tickled my nose.
"Whoa, damn... look at that temper tantrum. Witches gonna witch."
"What set her off this time, all by herself?"
"You smash a blackboard barehanded if you're just mad?"
"Eh, at Luna Professor's level, it's par for the course."
The students buzzed. I slammed my head on the desk.
Could my college life even survive this?
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Lunchtime. Cafeteria. I sighed while cutting my pork cutlet. Next to my tray wasn't a textbook—it was a parenting book spread open.
[Potty Training Your Child: Done in 3 Days!]
"Si-hun, whatcha reading?"
A familiar voice. My classmate, Eun Ha-yoon. Top of the class, pretty face—super popular. Only one looking out for me since I came back.
"Huh? Oh, nothing. Just gen-ed homework."
"Parenting? You married?"
"You nuts? Helping with my niece."
I bullshitted. Ha-yoon plopped a sausage on my tray.
"Eat up. Your face is half gone lately."
"Thanks. You're the only one, seriously."
As I reached for the sausage—
Crash!
The cafeteria door burst open. All eyes snapped over. It was Professor Luna. Eyes bloodshot like a predator stalking prey, heels clicking as she strode in. The crowd parted like the Red Sea.
'Please.'
Pretend you don't see me. Just pass by.
God wasn't on my side. Luna stopped right at our table. Staring down at Ha-yoon, specifically.
"You."
"Y-Yes, ma'am!"
Ha-yoon shot up, pale as a ghost.
"Name?"
"Eun Ha-yoon! Class of '54!"
"Eun Ha-yoon."
Her wine-red eyes scanned Ha-yoon head to toe like a non-destructive scan.
"Sausage."
"Pardon?"
"Why'd you give it?"
"Uh... Si-hun looked hungry..."
"Filthy."
Luna muttered low. The air temperature plummeted. Soup on my tray started freezing.
"Putting spit-covered food on something. Humans and their hygiene—or lack thereof."
"S-Sorry!"
"Point deduction. Bad attitude."
"Your class is next semester!"
"Preemptive deduction."
Ha-yoon's face crumpled. This was abuse. Power trip. As I moved to intervene, Luna turned to me.
[Don't eat it.]
The telepathy stabbed in.
[Eat what that bitch gave you, and I'll kill you.]
'It's just sausage.'
[No putting anything in that mouth but my nipples.]
Chaos. Luna pointed at my tray.
"This is confiscated."
"Huh?"
"Contaminated. I'll dispose of it personally."
Luna snatched my entire pork cutlet plate and marched off. Toward her lab. Bold as brass.
"..."
Silence blanketed the cafeteria. Ha-yoon sank down, trembling.
"I'm marked, aren't I? I need grad school..."
"...Sorry."
I soothed her with promises of coffee. Inside, I was burning. What the hell was that lunatic professor gonna do with my lunch?
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3 PM. Free period. Summoned to her lab. Door opened to a familiar smell. Pork cutlet.
"Professor, my food..."
Words failed. Luna was crouched under her desk. My tray on the floor. Hunched like a dog. Licking the sauce off the cutlet—without using her mouth.
"..."
"Oh, you're here?"
Luna looked up, sauce smeared on her lips. Grinning like an idiot.
"This is so good, Master."
"What the hell are you doing?"
"Indirect kiss."
"That's gross."
"Smells like you, Master. Love it."
Luna offered a leftover cutlet piece.
"Want some, Master? I'll chew it soft in my mouth for you."
"Pass."
"Whyyy... it's baby food..."
She pouted, rubbing her ass on the floor. Then her eyes flashed—she crawled toward me.
"That bitch earlier."
"Ha-yoon?"
"Won't kill her."
"Duh."
Luna clung to my knee. Unfocused eyes looked up.
"Kiss me instead."
"...Here?"
"Yeah. Suck all the cutlet taste outta my mouth."
"No."
"Won't? Then Ha-yoon gets an F. For real."
The childish threat was scarier. I sighed, grabbed her chin.
"Once. Only once."
"Hehe... okay..."
Luna closed her eyes, lips out. Sauce glistened. I gave in, kissed her. Salty-sweet. Her tongue slithered in like a snake. Deep, sloppy, no breath.
[I love you.]
[Love you, Master.]
[Don't throw me away.]
Her voice echoed in my head. A mad love confession. This job was dangerous. My sanity was at risk.
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After class, back to my place. Exhausted. Days flattering the prof, nights changing diapers. 24/7 full-time gig.
"Beer then bed."
I jingled the convenience store bag, flipped open the door lock cover. Beep beep beep beep. Four-digit code. Ding—door opened.
I froze.
Strange shoes in the entryway. Black high heels with a luxury logo. I'd seen them before.
"......"
Chills down my spine. No way. This was my house. Off-campus. Even that crazy woman wouldn't—
I crept inside, alert.
"Hnnng... haaah..."
A dreamy moan. On the bed. Someone wriggling under the covers. Face buried in my pillow.
"Professor?"
I yanked the blanket off. Luna. Wearing just my dress shirt. Buttons undone. Lower half... diapered.
"You're back?"
She hugged the pillow, giggling dopily. Eyes glazed like she was drugged.
"How'd you get in?"
"Password's your student ID last digits. Easy."
"Breaking and entering. I'm calling the cops."
"Brought a housewarming gift."
Luna nodded at the bedside table. Fancy whiskey bottle—pricey—and a fat envelope.
"Child support prepaid. And bonus."
The cash stack screamed at least five mil. Reporting? Nah.
"Get dressed. I'll drive you home."
"No. Sleeping here tonight."
"Can't. Too small."
"Don't care. Doghouses are small, duh."
Luna crawled off the bed. Wedged between my legs, hand on my belt.
"Master. Lemme sniff."
"Stop."
"Held it all day... wanna sniff sniff..."
"I said stop!"
I snatched her wrist. Hard. Her face twisted—not pain. Excitement.
"Harder... harder please..."
"Snap out of it!"
I shoved her onto the bed. She flopped down. Diaper gap popped open from the impact.
"......!"
I blinked. Inside was spotless. She'd been desperate in the lab all day.
"Professor. Why's this new?"
"Huh?"
"Didn't go once today?"
Luna looked away. Curled up, fidgeting fingers.
"H-Held it."
"Held it? Why?"
"No... Master."
She mumbled, crawling smaller. Face exploding red.
"Can't... without Master watching."
"......"
"Only comes out... if Master says 'go'..."
Insane. Beyond masochist. Self-abandoning madness. My crotch throbbed. Getting hard for this? I'm no saint either.
"C'mere."
I sat on the bed, beckoned. Luna's eyes sparkled—crawled on all fours.
"On your belly."
"Y-Yes... yes...!"
She leaned upper body on my lap, ass up. I stroked her thigh. Warm, slick elf skin against my palm.
"Must've been tough holding."
"Hnnng... hurt so bad... almost burst..."
"I'll allow it now."
I whispered in her ear.
"Go."
That was the trigger.
"Kyaaaaahh!?—!!"
Luna screamed, back arching. Hssssss—diaper swelled. Massive flood. No clue how long she'd held. She clutched my leg, quaking. Eyes rolled back, whites showing. Drool soaked my pants.
"Haaah... hnnng... so good... Master so warm...♡"
The room reeked of fresh piss. But it wasn't gross. Conquest flooded my brain. Made this haughty department head. This mighty mage. Need my permission to piss.
'This is fun.'
This job might suit me after all. I stroked her limp hair. She dozed off against my hand. Like a praised pup.
Cleanup? Problem for later.