Slip of the Tongue and Under-Desk Mischief
"Staring at me with those lewd eyes during class...! I almost collapsed from shaky legs, you know!"
She's so cute I could just die!
Who the hell calls her a heartless psychopath? She's so tiny and lovable.
Suddenly, mischief sparked in me. I slyly raised my hand.
"I have a question, Professor."
"...?"
All eyes in the lecture hall snapped to me. Elma turned her head with a puzzled look. I forced a straight face.
"That third equation you just wrote on the board. Doesn't it have a phase error in the premise conditions?"
Shock rippled through the room. An undergrad daring to challenge the professor. The students gasped in unison. Challenging that 'psychopath' Professor Elma?
And sure enough, a thick wave of killing intent rose from Elma's shoulders.
"...What did you say?"
Her eyebrow twitched. Her hidden true nature burst out.
Crack! The chalk gripped by her hair-tentacle snapped.
"You dare nitpick my explanation? How rotten-brained do you have to—!"
Just as her shouting was about to erupt.
I rested my chin on my hand. And flashed a subtle, suggestive smile.
"...!"
Elma's eyes shook violently. All those things I'd done all weekend. The suffocating barrage of praise. That scorching intensity on the table. Conditioned reflex.
"...Ah."
Her face flushed beet red. Her lips quivered.
The menacing aura vanished clean away. All that remained was a fidgety hamster overwhelmed by shyness.
"Th-that's...!"
She desperately opened her mouth. Words slipped from Elma's frozen brain.
"M-Mas—ter..."
An extension of the role-play we'd enjoyed until yesterday.
"...?"
A stunned silence fell. The students all tilted their heads.
"Mas...? Master?"
"What's this 'master' talk all of a sudden?"
Oh crap. Elma's eyes went wide as saucers. She'd realized too late what insane slip she'd nearly made.
"Ma...!"
Her short legs wobbled precariously on her 15cm heels.
"It's already proven in an important paper, you blockhead!"
Sudden acceleration. And a reckless move. Her burning face pointed accusingly as she shrieked.
Her voice cracked metallically.
"There's nothing wrong with my equation! What do puny undergrads know! N-next slide!"
She whipped her head back to the board in a panic.
Her short legs trembled pitifully on those heels.
I finally face-planted onto my desk. Shoulders shaking as I desperately held back laughter.
The great, renowned, respected (self-proclaimed) genius professor had nearly called me "Master" in front of all the students.
I was gonna die. From how cute she was.
A little later. Elma's lab.
Click. The door locked.
No security anomalies, Master!
The little golem in the corner saluted energetically.
No sooner had the words left its mouth—
Thwack! Pow! Kicks flew through the air with her heels.
Short legs leaving afterimages. Pop pop pop!
Grab. Tiny hands latched onto my pant leg.
"Ughhh...!"
The queen bowed her head deeply.
"I served you all weekend, and you tease me anywayyy...!"
Tears welled in her eyes. She looked up at me, ears red to the tips.
"I almost called you 'Master' for real, you knowww!"
Her grievance exploded. Her little forehead butted my thigh repeatedly. Bonk bonk. A silent tantrum about near-mortifying embarrassment.
I grinned slyly and bent at the waist. Slid my hands under her armpits.
"Up you go."
"Eek?!"
Scoop. I lifted her right onto the desk.
Right in front of my thighs. Her 90cm daily life settled on the desk. Short legs dangled in the air.
I gripped the desk edges on either side of her. Caging her in.
"Why'd you do that to me?"
"Wh-what do you meeean...!"
"I didn't mind it, honestly."
I leaned in close. Her almond eyes fluttered, lashes trembling above them.
"That scary 'Elma Bronzebeer' professor. Calling me 'Master' in front of all the students."
"...!!"
"Kinda thrilling, right?"
Pffft—! Steam finally burst from her head. Freckled cheeks boiled over.
"Y-youuu...!"
Tiny fists clenched. Pow pow! They pounded my solar plexus.
"Pervert! Lecher! Worse than a goblin!"
Her full-force scolding. Sadly, zero impact. Just cute whining—or coquetry. My eyes were stolen by her jiggling chest with every huff.
"Staring at me with those lewd eyes during class...! I almost collapsed from shaky legs, you know!"
Her resentful tone dripped with coquetry at the end.
I gently wrapped her flailing fists. Perfectly fitting in one hand. Kissed the back lightly.
Mwah.
"Sorry. But what can I do when you're so pretty?"
"Ugh... You're so sneaky."
The queen, weak to praise. One "pretty" melted her anger away.
She scooted her butt closer slyly. Burrowed into my arms and curled up.
Rain-soaked forest scent. Roasted nuts aroma. Her scent thickened with every breath.
"Hubby's scent is so nice..."
She nuzzled my chest, sniffing nonstop. Her attachment bubbling over as always.
"Being held like this makes me so happy..."
Skinny arms wrapped tight around my neck. Almond eyes gazing up. The world's cutest little wife.
Languid, cozy vibe. I slowly lowered my head. Toward her parted red lips.
Knock knock knock.
The quiet shattered. The tiny shoulders in my arms jolted.
"Professor Bronzebeer. Are you in there?"
A mature woman's voice from beyond the door. The department head.
"...."
"...."
Our eyes met in the air.
"Eek?!"
Elma shuddered in terror. Fear frosted her heated eyes.
"Wh-what do we do! Hubby! Hide!"
Her pale hands shoved desperately at my chest. Caught red-handed in professor-student desk antics. Social suicide.
"Calm down."
I scooped up her trembling body in one go. Settled her lightly from desk to chair.
"B-but Hubby?"
"I'll stay right here. Just brush her off."
I crouched low and slipped under the desk into the empty space. Curled up with knees to chest.
Right away.
"Ahem! Ahem!"
Elma cleared her throat frantically. Her melted purr vanished.
"Come in."
Businesslike, dignified tone. Click. Door opened, heels clicked in.
"Sorry to interrupt your break."
The department head's polite voice. Even the seasoned head was deferential to Elma. Her achievements aside, no one in the department could handle that filthy temper.
"What is it? You know I hate interruptions during research."
Icy tone. Peak arrogance.
A snicker slipped from my lips under the desk. Is this the same hamster who was nuzzling me moments ago?
Suddenly, mischief stirred again. Target: those dangling short legs on the chair.
Slowly, I extended my hand. Lifted the hem of her frilly black goth-style dress carefully. Layers of ruffles parted.
"...Ngh?!"
A gasp choked from above the desk.
"Professor? Did you say something...?"
"N-no, nothing. Please continue."
Elma cut in desperately. I grinned and kept going.
Into the skirt's secret depths. Short, pale, smooth thigh. Buttery inner softness.
This...!
The plump mound covered by thin fabric. The sky-blue striped panties she'd worn to look cute for me.
My heart nearly seized.
Slowly. Stroke. Fingers teased lazily over her skin. Circled her sensitive spot teasingly.
"Hnn...!"
The little body atop the chair spasmed.
"Professor, your face looks pale all of a sudden. Caught a cold?"
"N-no... Hah... No, the heating."
Voice cracking finely.
"Th-the heat's a bit high... It's hot."
Forcing composure. Opposite under the desk, though.
Her short legs twitched and bounced at every touch. Black-heeled feet kicked the air to shake me off.
Grab. I snatched one flailing leg. Dipped my head right in.
Behind the knee. Tender, deep hollow.
Lick. Slurp.
"Hiiyaah...!!"
A cry finally burst from the desk.
"P-Professor...?!"
"N-no! That was... Ngh... The chair creaking! Yeah, time to replace it!"
Panicked department head. Elma's desperate excuse.
Squeeze. Press. Something settled on my head. Elma's tiny, adorable hand. Barely reaching down to push my head away.
Of course, her arms too short for any force. The straining resistance only fueled my sadism.
Smack. Smooch. Slurp. Lips buried long in her inner thigh's soft flesh. Sucked in her skin with wet sounds.
Buttery-sweet scent filled my nose completely.
"Hah... Hnng...!"
Her thrashing legs stiffened. I could picture her toes curling in those heels.
"Professor? Are you really okay? Your breathing's ragged."
"I-I'm fine...! Ngh...! I said I am!"
Fury-laced voice. A high-pitched scream she herself couldn't tell was anger or pleasure.
"G-get to the point!!"
Tearful outburst. The flustered department head coughed awkwardly.
"Ahem. Understood. It's about the new tech from our industry collab, 'Taesung Magic Network.'"
Clack. Something hard set on the desk.
"A 'magitech virtual reality' prototype syncing brainwaves and mana. As the top authority in magitech, we'd like you to review its technical feasibility personally."
"V-virtual reality...? Hah... Hah..."
"Yes. But for security, test it in an isolated space..."
"O-okay! Got it!"
Elma panted out desperately.
Under the desk, my fingers delved over the thin fabric cloaking her plump mound.
Oh. She's soaking.
"I-I'll handle it all! Hnngh! Just leave it and go!"
Shrill shout laced with sobs. Any longer, and she'd climax right in front of the department head.
"A-alright... Then, I leave it to you. Rest well."
Her farewell dripped with bewilderment. Soon, the heels clicked out of the lab.