Chapter 22
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 22
Chapter Title: Unexpectedly Cozy
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[More cozy than I thought?]
The next morning.
Front door.
Kudangtang!
The trash can rattled.
"Don't you dare go on my feet ever again!"
Elma yelled.
The thing jammed in the trash can.
30cm heels.
"You did well. These were really dangerous."
"Hmph. I don't even want to look at them. My black history just grew by one more..."
Elma shuddered all over.
A painful memory.
Tripping, tumbling, fleeing barefoot—that utter humiliation.
She never wanted to go through it again.
"So today you'll wear something normal, right?"
"......No."
Elma rummaged through the shoe closet.
What emerged in her hand.
Heels with heels again.
"......"
Eyeballing it, at least 15cm.
Half of yesterday's.
Still weird, though.
"Just wear something comfy. You'll sprain your ankle."
"No way. This is my Maginot Line."
Elma shook her head firmly.
A gravely determined face.
"Gotta exceed at least a meter, right? Need to show my face to the students."
"You'll snap a bone trying to show your face......"
"Tsk! Quiet."
She scolded sharply.
Shoved her foot into the heel.
Click.
She stood up.
The wobbling was somewhat less.
More stable than 30cm.
But every bit as precarious.
"Let's go."
Elma opened the door.
But.
Thud.
Her footsteps halted abruptly.
Right at the threshold to the hallway.
"......"
Her feet wouldn't budge, it seemed.
Her shoulders trembled faintly.
Fear.
Yesterday's stares.
Sneers.
Whispers.
They invaded her mind.
"......Haa."
Elma let out a deep sigh.
Bit her lip hard.
"Husband."
"Yes."
"I can't go."
An honest confession.
She turned back to look up at me.
Teary eyes.
A gaze like a small animal begging for help.
"I'm scared... scared they'll look at me all weird again..."
"I'm right here with you."
"Still scary. Everyone will just stare at my height."
Elma spread her arms wide.
"Hug me."
"Huh?"
"Carry me. To the classroom."
Whining.
Spoiling.
Has it become a habit?
Not bad.
No, honestly, kinda cute.
Still, there was a practical problem.
"If I carry you, they'll stare even more, you know?"
"Why? Just use invisibility."
"......"
That's the issue.
"Elma. Outside, it's fine. All strangers."
"So?"
"This is school. I know a ton of people."
I made an awkward face and gestured.
Arms curved round in the air.
"If I walk around school like this, what'll people think?"
"......"
"Mime? Or delusional patient dating an invisible girlfriend?"
Elma pursed her lips.
"Hate it! Husband values reputation over me?!"
"It's important. Isn't it to you?"
"What?!"
Elma's eyes went wide.
A face full of betrayal.
"If I get called crazy, go viral online, and my job prospects tank, what then?"
I whined with exaggeration.
Hate being mime.
"I'll take care of you!"
"Don't wanna be a good-for-nothing husband. Not even a pillar one."
"Tch..."
A few rounds of back-and-forth.
Elma stomped her feet.
"Husband's supposed to be on whose side......"
She huffed, unable to hold her temper.
Soon plopped down.
Threw off the shoes.
"Forget it! Then I'm not going! Class canceled!"
"Geez. Get up."
Flash.
Then an idea flashed through my mind.
"Wait just a sec."
"Hmph."
I headed to the dressing room.
A spot crammed with half-unpacked luggage.
What was in the corner.
Pulled out a large travel backpack.
"This'll work."
"......A bag?"
Elma's eyes narrowed.
"No way—you telling me to get in there?"
"Yes."
"Hey! Treating me like luggage right now?!"
"No. Exclusive palanquin for my precious queen... er, princess."
"You just said queen!"
"Nope. Anyway, super comfy? Humanoid suspension, thick cushions."
Pat, pat.
I patted the bag.
Dust puffed up.
But the point got across.
"......"
Elma snorted.
A face saying, You sure talk well.
Still, she didn't seem opposed.
"Well. Husband's back is broad and nice..."
"Ride comfort guaranteed."
"Okay. Boarding."
Elma snapped her fingers.
Poof—
Her body melted into the air.
Invisibility magic.
Double security for any emergencies.
"Coming in."
A voice from thin air.
The bag mouth opened on its own.
Rustle.
Puff—.
The bag sank heavily.
"How is it? Not uncomfortable?"
[More cozy than I thought? Curling up fits just right.]
Ziiip.
I zipped it up.
Closing fully would be stuffy.
Left the top slightly open.
Wouldn't be visible anyway.
"Departing."
[Drive safe. Choi Chauffeur.]
"Yes, ma'am."
Sling the bag on.
Heavy weight.
Warm body heat.
Chewy flesh sensation.
Far too pleasant a feel for mere luggage.
Engineering building hallway.
"Hey, you hear about yesterday?"
"The dwarf prof falling?"
"Total slapstick, right?"
Overheard conversations as we passed.
As expected, the topic was Elma.
Felt her twitch on my back.
Tap.
Tap tap.
Elma tapping my back from inside the bag.
Like little punches from within.
"It's okay. I'm right here."
I whispered softly.
...Hurts more than expected, I swallowed that.
"No one will look at you that way."
[......]
A sense of relief came from inside the bag.
We walked toward the classroom.
But.
Wriggle.
Squirm.
The movement on my back felt odd.
Like settling into position,
or gearing up for mischief.
'What're you doing?'
Sliide—.
The zipper opened a bit more.
Invisible hand prying the gap.
Huu—.
"......?!"
Warm, moist breath.
Brushed my nape.
Chills ran down my spine.
"Uh, Elma?"
[Why? Husband.]
"What are you do—"
Chuu.
"...?"
My nape.
Something soft touched it.
She'd poked her head out for a kiss.
"Wh-what are you doing! We're outside!"
[Bored.]
Giggles pierced my ear.
A voice brimming with mischief, like she was dying of fun.
[No one can see anyway.]
"I feel everything?"
[That's what makes it fun.]
Sniff. Sniff.
She buried her nose in my nape and inhaled deeply.
Like a puppy sniffing its owner.
[Smells so gooood...]
"That's sweat smell."
[No. Good smell. Husband smell.]
Lick.
This time, tongue.
Wet tongue slid along my neck.
Tingled like an electric shock.
"Stop it. For real. People are watching."
[Can't see. Just Husband's head.]
Elma got bolder.
Even blew air right into my earhole.
Fuuu—
"Ugh...!"
My legs nearly buckled.
Passersby gave me weird looks.
Probably looked like a moaning perv.
'This woman for real...'
Wriggles from the bag.
Wet sounds in my ear.
Driving me nuts.
[Revenge.]
"Revenge for what?"
[Treating me like luggage.]
"Forgot I soothed you?"
[Dunno. Just wanna tease Husband.]
Nibble.
Fangs gnawed lightly at my shoulder.
Not painful.
Tingly instead.
Like a puppy's milk tooth bite.
Spoiling, huh.
Terrified outside,
but Lü Bu in her domain (the bag)—adorable spoiling.
But.
Twitch.
Shiver—.
The back movement turned strange.
Texture totally different from play.
Rhythmic, secretive vibrations.
'No way?'
Inside the bag.
Elma's body.
Started rubbing against the back panel.
Heat surged against my back.
[Hnng... haa...]
"......?!"
Ragged breaths.
Flowed into my ear.
[Husband.]
"Y-yes? What?"
[Smell....]
Bag gap.
Invisible hand gripped my shoulder hard.
[Bag's full.... of Husband smell....]
Smooch. Chuup.
[Getting drunk on the smell.]
A delirious voice.
A small hand rustled from inside the bag.
Squirm.
Suspicious movement.
[Unng.... eek....]
The movements hit a rhythm.
Short legs fidgeted.
Squish.
Squish.
Hallucination?
Felt like wet sounds from my back.
My face burned.
"Wh-what are you doing in there?"
[Dunno... my hand's moving on its own... hyaah...?!]
Lick.
[Too good... Husband smell... so happy....]
From the open bag gap.
Wet forest scent.
Nutty aroma.
And female musk wafted up.
Masturbating right in the middle of campus, broad daylight.
I bolted like mad.
This bag—gotta set it down quick.
Before something bigger happens.
Near the classroom, disabled bathroom.
Click.
Locked the door.
Only then could I relax.
"We're here."
Thud.
I set the bag on the toilet lid.
Unzipped it.
Ziiip—.
"Puhaa—!"
The bag opened.
From the zipper gap.
Pink heat billowed out.
Air shimmered, and Elma appeared.
Poof—!
Invisibility released.
Humidity like a sauna.
And a throbbing scent.
Elma's signature nutty aroma.
Sweat smell.
And...
Faint tanginess.
The fragrance of love juices.
"......"
Elma looked up at me, drenched in sweat.
Her face flushed ripe red.
Almond eyes melted into a hazy glaze.
Saliva glistened at her lips.
Messy twintails clung to her cheeks.
Like a steamed bun fresh from the steamer.
Steamy, utterly mouthwatering.
"Thought I'd lose my mind from Husband's smell."
Her skirt was hiked up.
Between pale thighs.
Panties soaked through.
Legs twisted in a coy tangle.
Savoring the afterglow.
"What the heck did you do in that bag?"
"Dunno. Husband's smell was too arousing—that's the crime."
Elma licked her lips.
Hazy, unfocused eyes.
Her small hand shot out.
"Hug me."
"We gotta go to class. No, wipe sweat first."
"No. Hug me."
No choice—I scooped her up.
Heavy, fever-hot body.
Set her on the sink shelf.
"Haaaah..."
The moment I sat her down, Elma wrapped my neck.
Legs coiled around my waist.
Like a koala on a tree.
Clung tight, refusing to let go.
"Charge me up."
"Here?"
"Yeah. Hurry. Wanna recharge on Husband's energy before class."
She grabbed my collar and yanked.
Lips crashed together.
Sweet, sticky, aching kiss.
"Hmmchut.... mm... chuup....!"
Our tongues tangled.
Her hand stroked my nape.
"Haat, haa...."
Elma parted lips.
Panting raggedly.
Bonked her forehead against mine.
"Husband."
"Yes."
"I'm wet."
"......"
"Smelling Husband on the way made my panties soak. Super sticky."
She brought her finger to my lips.
Wet fingertip.
Sour, lewd sweetness.
Love juice scent.
As expected.
"Hehe."
Elma flashed a naughty grin.
Her small hand headed for my waist.
Sliip—.
"Wait a sec, Elma."
"Stay still. Just gonna take it out."
"Take it out for what."
"To rub."
She wet her lips with her tongue.
"Wait. Pleeease? Quick rub before class is fine, right? Huh?"
Her hand tugged at my pants.
Frantic motions.
"Really hooked now, huh?"
Elma beamed at my words.
"We're married. Getting comforted by husband's thing—what's wrong with that."
"......"
"Hurry. 10 minutes left. Quick is fine. Just a brush and I'll live."
She whined, hips bucking.
Her reflection in my gaze.
Messy hair.
Half-undone clothes.
Flushed red face.
And pleading eyes.
Honestly, too lovable.
Made me want to lap-sit fuck her right then.