Budget Meeting Vibrations and Baby Playtime
"Hug me~"
"Here's the budget proposal for this semester."
Magic Department conference room. The air was solemn. Luna sat at the head of the long table, flipping through documents with a cold glare at the professors.
"Flame Faction's budget increased by 20% from last year? What's the reason?"
"Well... due to rising costs of experimental materials..."
"Cut the waste. Next."
It was razor-sharp. The other professors sat like mice, barely breathing under the Frost Witch's intimidating presence.
I was perched on an auxiliary chair in the corner of the room. Officially attending as a "teaching assistant." Luna had thrown a fit, insisting she couldn't hold meetings without me.
She pulls it off pretty convincingly.
On the surface, she was the flawless high-and-mighty figure. But I knew the truth. What she was hiding under her skirt right now.
[Master.]
Telepathy hit me.
[Bored.]
Focus on the meeting.
[If I'm bored, I'll take it out right here?]
She meant the vibrator shoved inside her pussy. Pull that out here?
[I'll set it on the table. Wonder what the professors will say?]
Please, just...
[Then play with me.]
Luna spun her pen and shot me a sly glance. Her eyes were wicked.
[Press the button.]
......
[If you don't, I'll shred the budget and strip naked, then dance on this table.]
The threats were escalating. I swallowed a sigh and fumbled in my pocket. My fingers closed around a small remote. Something Luna had forced on me right before the meeting started.
Level 1 intensity. Just once.
I cautiously pressed the button.
"Ngh!"
Luna's shoulder jerked. Her hand froze mid-page-turn. She bit her lip, swallowing a moan.
"Department Head? Are you unwell?"
"...No. Continue."
Luna answered coolly. But cold sweat trickled down her temples. Under the desk, she crossed her legs and squirmed her hips.
[Good... Master... more...]
Let's stop. We'll get caught.
[Harder! Level 2! Hurry!]
This woman was thriving on the thrill. Knowing the professors were watching only seemed to excite her more.
"So, regarding this new Netherworld exploration project..."
"W-wait a second."
Luna cut him off. Her face was flushed red. Her breathing ragged.
"Um... Assistant."
"Yes?"
"Turn on the AC. It's hot."
Luna narrowed her eyes at me. A challenge. Press it, or I'll impale you.
Screw it.
I mashed the remote button twice. Level 3 intensity.
Bzzzzzz-!
A faint vibration hummed through the room.
"Hik!! Mmph!!"
Luna gripped the armrests and doubled over. Her eyes rolled back. A muffled scream leaked through her hand clamped over her mouth.
"Department Head?!"
"Are you okay?!"
The professors jumped up in alarm. Luna shook her head frantically. She couldn't speak. Her lower belly ground against the desk edge as she trembled uncontrollably.
[Aaaah! Master! Too strong! I'm dying! Cumming!!♡]
[Sorry! I'll stop!]
I panicked and reached for the stop button. But my hand slipped. The remote clattered to the floor.
Roll roll.
"Huh?"
It rolled right under the Flame Faction professor's foot.
"What's this?"
The professor picked it up. Chunky design. Pink buttons. Suspicious as hell.
Silence.
Luna froze. I froze. The professor tilted his head and fiddled with it.
"Wait!!"
Luna shot to her feet. Her skirt was soaked—sweat or juices, who could tell.
"That's... mine."
"Pardon? What's this?"
"It's, uh..."
Luna's eyes locked on me. Save me.
If this got out, her social standing was toast. Mine too.
I racked my brain and blurted, "It's a laser pointer!"
"Huh?"
"New presentation tool from the Magic Engineering Department! The Department Head was testing it!"
I strode over boldly and snatched the remote.
"Still a prototype, so it glitches sometimes. I'll get it fixed."
I pocketed it smoothly and secretly hit stop.
"Haa... haa..."
Luna slumped into her chair. Her back had given out, but the professors thought it was exhaustion.
"As expected of the Department Head. Testing new tech personally."
"Such passion."
The professors awkwardly flattered her. Luna stared blankly into space. With unfocused eyes, she mouthed at me.
[Bathroom. Now.]
Oh. I was in for it this time.
Men's restroom. Farthest stall. The two of us crammed into the tight space.
"......"
Silence hung heavy. Luna sat on the toilet lid, looking up at me. Her face still flushed. Sweat-damp bangs clung to her forehead.
"You know? I almost died."
She spoke first.
"I nearly got socially buried because of you, Master."
"Who asked you to turn it on during the meeting?"
"I was bored."
Luna pouted. No remorse—just lingering regret.
"But it was thrilling."
"Pardon?"
"Felt like my heart was gonna explode from almost getting caught."
She crossed her legs and twisted her body. Her stockings rustled in the cramped stall.
"Master."
"What."
"I'm soaked."
"......"
"Check me. Inspect it."
Luna hiked up her skirt hem. Black pantyhose. But the crotch was darkly stained. No panties underneath—the state inside was obvious.
"It's filthy. Clean up and come out."
"No. You clean me."
"Why should I?"
"You saved me back there."
Luna grabbed my belt and yanked me close. Her eyes gleamed seductively.
"I'll give you a reward."
"Don't need a reward."
"My tongue play... you're pretty into it. No guy experience, but I've practiced a ton with magic."
Her hand went to my belt buckle. I couldn't refuse. Truth be told, tormenting her in the meeting had me worked up too. The conquest of remotely controlling a woman at the pinnacle of power. The afterglow lingered.
"Hoo."
I exhaled and pressed her head down. Permission granted.
"Hehe... bon appétit."
Luna grinned happily and dropped to her knees before me. Her stocking-clad knees hit the cold bathroom tile. She eagerly engulfed me.
"Slurp... mmph... slurrp...♡"
Wet sounds filled the air. Her tongue was more skilled than expected. No joke about the magic practice. The hot, slick sensation melted my brain.
[Master's... so big... tasty...]
[Thrust deeper...]
The telepathy amplified the pleasure. Eyes demurely downcast, she bobbed her head diligently. Her white nape exposed. Sadism surged.
I gripped her hair.
"Gack! Grk...!"
I thrust my hips hard. Deep into her throat. She gagged but didn't pull away. Instead, she clutched my thighs, straining to take more.
"Grrk! Mmph!!"
Tears welled in her upturned eyes. Submission. Ecstasy. Love. A whirlwind of emotions.
Knock knock.
Then it happened. A knock on the bathroom door.
"Anyone in there?"
A woman's voice. Probably the cleaning lady.
"......!"
Luna froze. I pressed a finger to my lips. Shh.
"Sorry, I'll be out soon."
I forced calm into my voice.
"Oh, okay. Got it."
Footsteps faded. Tension eased.
"Haa..."
Luna pulled off, gasping raggedly. Saliva strung from her lips. She wiped it with a finger and licked it clean.
"Almost caught."
"Whose fault?"
"So what if we get caught? Rumors would be fun. 'Professor bangs student in the bathroom.'"
Luna giggled wickedly. Hopeless woman.
"Now for round two."
"You're insane? This is school."
"Doesn't matter. I'll put up a barrier."
Luna snapped her fingers. A transparent membrane enveloped the stall.
"Scream all you want—no one hears. If you're bored, hit me hard."
She flicked her tongue and approached again. No stopping this time.
"Master. Use it. My mouth-pussy♡"
I stared at the ceiling in resignation. Self-declared truancy was locked in. No clue when this would end.
"Ughhh... I'm beat...!"
6 PM. I stretched as I left the Department Head's lab.
Another war of a day. After the bathroom fiasco, Luna got even bolder. Winking during lectures, brushing her ass against me in the halls. Who'd guess she's 500 years old? Her antics were straight-up...
"Where you going, Master?"
Luna grabbed my bag strap.
"?!?!"
I flinched hard in shock. Caught? My thoughts? Overreacting maybe, but with this professor, who knew.
"...?"
Thankfully, Luna just tilted her head at my reaction. She was ready to clock out too. Oversized hoodie and leggings. Could pass for a college kid.
"Home. Shift's over."
"Overtime."
"Pay bump?"
"So money-obsessed. Typical modern MZ generation..."
Luna pouted like an old granny, grumbling.
"Then no."
I shot it down flat. No pay? Hell no to the madness.
But Luna persisted.
"Wanna see my place?"
"No."
"I'll buy you something yummy. King crab."
"Yes."
King crab changes everything.
Luna's place was the penthouse in the swankiest residential complex near campus. Elevator ride alone made my ears ring from the height. Private direct-to-home lift, no less.
Ding—the doors opened, and my jaw dropped.
"Whoa..."
Living room the size of a small field. Night cityscape through floor-to-ceiling windows. Marble floors gleamed like mirrors.
Department Head money.
"Make yourself comfy. Changing quick."
Luna vanished into the master bedroom. I awkwardly sank into the sofa, scanning around. Super sleek interior. Modern and clean... Huh?
One corner felt off. Pink plastic fencing enclosed an area. Plush mat on the floor, mobiles hanging.
No way.
Up close: toys everywhere. Rattles. Teddy bears. Wooden blocks. And an adult walker.
"Creepy."
Chills. She'd turned her home into a daycare. For herself.
"Whaddya think? My playroom."
Luna's voice from behind. She stood there in the most childish getup. Frilly baby doll dress. White knee socks. Twintails.
"Ngaa~."
She toddled over, arms wide. Even her waddle mimicked a baby.
"Hug me~."
"...Where's the king crab?"
"Mama first, then num-num."
Luna hugged my waist, rubbing her face on my chest. Safety pin off at home.
"Change first. Too much."
"Five million won custom job."
"Pardon?"
"Ordered from a designer. Real baby clothes feel."
Money madness. I pried her off and sat her on the sofa.
"Professor."
"Yeah, Papa?"
"Don't call me Papa. Messes up the family tree."
I asked seriously.
"Why this? Normal dating's fine."
"Normal's boring."
Luna suckled a pacifier briefly, then spat it out.
Her eyes turned solemn, oddly lonely.