Chapter 24
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 24
Chapter Title: Missing My Husband
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[Missing my husband.]
"How is it?"
"......Hmm."
Elma wriggled around.
She shifted to get comfortable, her body bobbing up and down.
A heavy, chewy sensation.
It felt like having a big cat sprawled across my lap.
"Not bad. No, it's good."
"Right?"
"Yeah. It's warm.... I can hear your heartbeat too. Haaah...."
Elma rubbed her cheek against my chest.
She looked ready to start purring.
"Then, shall we begin?"
I picked up the ear pick.
With one hand, I brushed her hair aside.
Her small, white ear came into view.
However,
'This is uncomfortable...'
The angle wasn't quite right.
To see inside her ear, I had to crane my neck awkwardly.
The back of my head pulled tight.
But I couldn't let it show.
I didn't want to ruin Elma's long-held dream on a rare day like this.
I'd just have to endure a little stiffness.
"Stay still."
"Be gentle. Dwarves have sensitive ears, you know."
"Got it."
The ear pick touched her outer ear.
She flinched.
Elma's body jolted upward.
"I haven't even put it in yet, and you're already reacting?"
"It's cold! It's cold!"
"Going in."
I carefully slid it into her ear canal.
Scritch. Scritch.
A pleasant friction sound.
"Ugh...."
A groan leaked from Elma's lips.
Her hands gripped my shirt tightly.
"You okay?"
"Eut, ungh.... Uh...."
A little deeper.
Gently scraped.
"Hii! Haaang!"
A piercing cry.
Elma's legs kicked wildly.
They drummed against my lower body.
"Th-there! Too deep... Aang!"
"Stay still. You'll hurt yourself."
"But, haaah...! It feels too weird...!"
Her face flushed bright red.
Her eyes glazed over hazily.
At this point, it wasn't ear cleaning—it was foreplay.
And proof of that,
Slither—
"......?"
Her hair.
The twin tails she'd used to write on the blackboard earlier.
"Elma. Didn't you undo the magic on your hair?"
Her hair moved on its own.
"Haaah... D-don't know... Can't think... "
Scritch. Swoosh.
"Hyaaaang!"
Her hair twisted wildly.
One side wrapped around me,
the other coiled around her own body.
Like tentacles.
Reacting to pleasure.
"Please... Stop... No, do more...."
"Which is it?"
"There, just a little more... Scrape it... Ungh!"
A tiny woman writhing on my lap.
Her flushed face.
Drool pooling at her lips.
Her hair dancing wildly.
It was erotic.
Because it was so perverse.
So one-sided.
All the more stimulating.
"Hoo...."
After a long struggle, the ear cleaning finally ended.
Elma melted limply across me, dazed.
"Did you like it?"
"......Yeah."
A languid reply.
She half-opened her eyes sleepily.
Her gaze was unfocused.
"Your touch, husband.... Feels so good...."
"Glad to hear it."
"I feel like I'm melting."
Elma lifted her head.
Through the gap at the hem of my shirt.
A glimpse of bare skin.
The faint outline of abs.
She buried her face there, entranced.
"Husband's scent...."
Lick.
"......?!"
A wet sensation.
Her tongue traced around my navel.
"What are you doing?"
"Yummy...."
"I'm not candy."
"Salty... And sweet...."
Had she lost half her reason?
Her tongue persistently explored my skin.
Her hair slithered into my clothes.
"Chuuup... Chwap...."
A damp heat spread across my stomach.
This was dangerous.
If it kept going, class or no class, we might end up doing the 'real' thing right here.
That was when it happened.
Elma's phone screen flashed.
[15 minutes until lecture starts.]
A cruel notification.
"......Ah."
Movement stopped.
Her licking tongue pulled back.
The twin tails snapped back into place.
"......Damn it."
Had she come back to her senses?
She lifted her disheveled head.
Her face still flushed.
Her eyes full of regret.
"Worst timing ever."
"You have to go, Professor."
I gave a wry smile and helped her up.
Her hair drooped limply.
Like a sulky puppy's ears.
"See you later."
Elma muttered as she straightened my clothes.
"I'll devour the rest later."
"The rest?"
"Yeah. Right down to the bones, so prepare yourself."
She smacked her lips.
"Sure, go ahead."
How much could this little body eat anyway?
Still, she was cute, so I patted her head.
Afternoon class.
Post-meal drowsiness made everything hazy.
"According to Kant's epistemology...."
The old professor's voice.
No lullaby needed.
No, half the class already had their heads on their desks.
My eyelids grew heavy too.
Back row.
Corner spot.
Perfect place to doze off.
'Sleepy....'
A yawn escaped.
That was when it happened.
Creeeak—
The back door opened.
Just a crack.
'Who is it?'
A latecomer?
No, no one there.
Just the wind?
But.
Swoosh.
A presence too heavy for wind.
Something invisible brushed past me.
And then.
A familiar scent tickled my nose.
Wet forest aroma.
Roasted nuts.
'No way?'
Slither—
Slither-slither—
On my thigh.
Something climbed up.
A familiar weight.
Small, dense mass.
Thud.
"......!"
An invisible butt.
Plopped down on my thigh.
Facing me, no less.
It was hot.
Soft, chewy skin texture.
Even through my pants, it was vivid.
"......"
Invisible, but I knew.
This feeling of her forehead bumping against my chest.
Tiny arms wrapping around my waist.
It was Elma.
'How did you even get here?'
I glanced around.
Luckily, everyone was asleep or on their phones.
Back row, no prying eyes.
Poke. Poke.
A finger prodded my sternum from thin air.
Then it snatched the pen from my hand.
Swoooosh.
The ballpoint pen floated in the air.
Like a ghost holding it.
Writing appeared in the corner of my notebook.
[Bored.]
Neat handwriting, like you'd expect from a professor.
Yet childish content.
I couldn't help but chuckle.
I took the pen back and wrote below it.
[We're in class.]
Tap.
I handed the pen back into empty air.
The pen moved again.
[Professor's voice is a lullaby. I'm dying of sleepiness.]
[Then sleep in your lab. Why come here?]
[Missing my husband.]
A punch straight to the heart.
My face heated up.
This side of her was adorable.
[Too boring alone.]
[What are you, a kid?]
[Yeah. Husband's baby.]
So shameless.
Goodness.
Elma set the pen down.
Then burrowed deeper.
Pressed her nose into my chest.
Sniff. Sniff.
Her breath tickled.
I shrugged my shoulders involuntarily.
Undeterred, she inhaled deeply.
Like sniffing drugs.
[Haaaah... So goooood...]
A hallucinated sigh of satisfaction.
Her butt squeezed my thigh.
In a subtle spot.
'Please stay still.'
I prayed inwardly.
But she was clearly still bored.
The pen moved again.
Scribble, scribble.
[That's all wrong.]
She pointed at the blackboard.
Drew an arrow in my notebook.
[Why explain metaphysical concepts like that? It contradicts mana perturbation laws.]
Her scholarly pride kicking in.
Not even her field.
[This is philosophy class.]
[Don't you know prestigious PhDs like me cover it all? Philosophy and magic trace back to the same roots!]
The pen scratched furiously at the notebook.
[I know better. I'll teach you later. In bed.]
[Philosophy in bed?]
[Yeah. I'll teach you the mysteries of the body and the laws of the universe with my own.]
Smooth talker.
[Or should I teach you right now?]
Swoosh.
An invisible hand.
Stroked the inside of my thigh.
Dangerous.
"...Tsk. No."
I snatched the pen back, serious.
Elma thumped my chest.
She was sulking.
[Hmph. Cheater.]
The pen dropped with a clatter.
She snuggled back into my arms.
This time, obedient.
Though her weight grew heavier bit by bit.
Hoo—
Hoo—
Rhythmic breathing.
Warm body heat.
She'd fallen asleep.
In this situation.
'Well, she did eat a lot...'
Two burger sets for lunch.
Plus three chocolate muffins.
No wonder she was sleepy.
I sighed.
Well, it wasn't bad.
My arms filled with warmth.
The world's most lovable invisible weight.
Just let her sleep.
Deeply.
She'd been through a lot mentally lately anyway.
Home at last.
"Ugh—. So hot!"
"You had it rough. In that bag, in this weather."
"You had it rough too, husband."
Elma tugged at my clothes with a smile.
With her other hand, she fanned herself.
The lace of her gothic dress fluttered like dancing in the sky.
Sweaty and sticky, it seemed.
"Gonna shower."
Elma slipped into the bathroom.
Moments later.
Creeak.
"......Husband."
Elma stepped out.
I was speechless.
"......"
The clothes she wore.
A gray t-shirt I'd shoved somewhere in the dress room.
Comfy home wear.
Adult male 2XL size.
The hem dragged across the floor.
On Elma, it was a dress in itself.
"Too big?"
Elma raised her arms.
The sleeves flapped.
Tiny body buried in oversized fabric.
Slipping down.
The loose neckline.
One shoulder slid off.
Exposed white, smooth shoulder line.
Collarbone.
And the clear shadow of her cleavage.
"What do you think?"
Elma spun in place.
The baggy hem bloomed like a flower.
"Weird?"
She looked up at me.
Holding the loose collar.
Like a kid stealing dad's clothes,
or a sultry girlfriend in her boyfriend's shirt.
My heart thudded down.
Honestly.
She was so cute it was infuriating.
"......No."
I swallowed dryly.
"Driving me crazy, seriously."
"Huh? What?"
"It suits you too well."
I approached her.
Lifted Elma up easily.
She felt light.
The oversized clothes made her seem even smaller, more precious than usual.
"Kyaa! What's this all of a sudden!"
"You look even tinier wearing this."
I fiddled with the sleeves, hands inside.
Felt the soft, chewy skin.
"Husband! Hey! Choi Si-hoon! That tickles—!"
After teasing her a bit, I set her down.
"Just keep this shirt."
"Huh? I just threw it on 'cause it was handy. I'll wash it and give it back."
"Not because you like my scent?"
Hit the nail on the head.
"......H-hmm, w-well, proper dwarf wives always need to remember their husband's scent!"
Her tone was defiant.
But her face was beet red.
She acted sly like a fox usually,
but got shy when I set the stage.
Well, that was cute too.
"It feels... like being held, and I like that...."
Soon, Elma looked down.
Shyly rubbing her toes on the floor.
"Then just let me hold you. Like this."
I pulled her into a tight hug.
Skin touching through a single layer of fabric.
Elma giggled.
"Husband."
"Yes."
"But I'm going commando?"
A whisper.
Like retaliating for her earlier shyness, she struck back.
"Just this t-shirt. Isn't that guys' fantasy?"