Chapter 1
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 1
Chapter Title: Height 90cm
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Magic Engineering Building
Underground Department Head's Office.
Something tugged at the hem of my pants.
I looked down.
A small head peeking out from around my waist.
Lush twin tails split in two.
A frilly goth loli dress swaying heavily.
And the cutest little feet.
Height: 90cm.
The youngest full professor in this country's history.
An authority in the field of magic engineering.
The dwarf, Elma Bronzebeer.
"Husband."
She grabbed onto my waist and clung tight.
The gaze she directed up at me was deadly serious.
"The honorific."
She was the one hanging on me, but I felt no weight at all.
It was like a ball-jointed doll whining at my feet.
"Ah, yes. Professor... no, ahem!"
I hurriedly corrected myself.
"Darling."
Only then did Elma's cheeks flush pink.
"Of course. We're husband and wife in here, aren't we?"
She huffed proudly, puffing out her chest.
From below my navel.
"A wife who can't properly attend to her husband when he arrives is a disgrace to all dwarves. So come here, Husband. I've prepared today's 'housework' just for you."
Housework.
A shiver ran down my spine.
I knew full well her idea of housework wasn't cleaning or cooking.
Her hands fumbling around my waist right now.
That was what she meant.
"Hold on a second. Is the door locked?"
"Of course."
Snap.
Click.
Elma snapped her fingers, and the lock behind me engaged.
A sealed room.
"Then... if you'll excuse me."
I bent down and slipped my hands between her armpits.
Then, with a heave, I lifted her up.
"Kyaa?!"
Her viewpoint shot up in an instant.
The pint-sized professor was now at eye level with me.
She was light.
Light enough that one hand would have sufficed.
But the sensation transmitted through my palms was anything but light.
A perfectly shaped, springy little rear.
"Hyaut..."
I supported her bottom with my palm.
A steamy moan escaped Elma's lips.
Her tiny legs wrapped around my waist.
Floating in the air, she clung to me like a cicada.
This was the only position that let us even kiss.
"H-Husband... your hands are too big..."
"It's because you're too small, Professor."
"A undergrad saying that to his professor...!"
"In here, I'm your husband."
"Uuu..."
She tried to act tough, but it was pointless.
Her small hands were already desperately pulling my neck close.
Still holding her, I walked over to the sofa.
With every step, her ample chest pressed against me.
A volume too much for her tiny ribcage.
The soft, chewy texture came through her clothes.
"Hold me close, Husband. Hurry..."
Elma breathed hot air into my ear.
The haughty professor act had already melted away into a puddle.
"I love you."
A girlish, bashful smile.
And yet her eyes burned with female hunger.
How did it happen that I...
Became the husband of this tiny professor.
The story...
Goes back to the day I reduced her 'Height-Increasing Magic' to dust.