Health Room Common Sense (2)
I supported Kang Geon-yul, who was limping from his sprained ankle, as we made our way to the Health Room. With one arm slung over my shoulder, he matched my pace, and though his weight was a bit burdensome, it was manageable.
"Ugh…."
"Want to take a break if it's too tough?"
"Wh-what break? No way."
The Health Room wasn't far anyway. Statistically, most accidents happened on the field, so it had to be nearby. Just a short walk from the first-floor entrance, and we'd be there.
"Hng… uhng…♡"
"Making those noises 'cause it hurts?"
"Obviously… from… walking…."
On the way, Geon-yul's limp, dangling hand kept brushing against my chest. Unsurprisingly, my nipples perked up without me realizing, but I had no time to hide it. They were poking out visibly through my clothes, yet neither of us said a word.
Should I be grateful…?
It was just my gut, but the touches didn't feel intentional. So, him quietly letting my embarrassing state slide was sweet, but it also sparked other thoughts.
Maybe… this kind of thing isn't a big deal for us anymore.
We'd already done it all—kissing, oral, paizuri, every position imaginable. A little accidental brush making my nipples stiff probably felt trivial by comparison. Thinking about it, if Geon-yul weren't Geon-yul and I weren't my transformed self but some ordinary girl, our relationship would be like a game where he'd cleared nearly every achievement. Even the most fun game gets stale once you've exhausted all the content; you'd naturally crave something new. In other words, he might think he'd done everything there was to do with my body. It wasn't a new worry, but suddenly anxiety surged up—that nagging fear always lurking in a corner of my mind, the dread of him discarding me.
No, I trust Geon-yul…!
Of course, judging solely by our history was unfair. I was me, he was him. Even in ordinary cases, we could be different. Above all, in this world, all I could do was believe he'd stay by my side. If there was any effort I could make to change things….
Appeal to him that I'm still a girl with tons of uncleared challenges…?
Zap—! A jolt of pleasure shot through my stiff nipples, flushing my face as I ducked my head.
Challenges, appealing—it was just fancy talk for seducing him. Being forced into it was one thing, but using my body on purpose to ensnare a close friend? It didn't sit right. Besides, he wasn't seeing other girls; he only treated me like a girlfriend when he needed release. Deep down, he probably preferred a proper woman, not someone like me.
A feminine, cute, obedient type… Yeah, obviously. Even I'd pick her over myself.
Hiding my gloom, I announced our arrival with forced cheer. "Alright, we're here! Let's go in!"
Screeech—
Anyway, enough gloomy thoughts. Right now, Geon-yul's ankle needed treating. If the School Nurse was in, great; if not, I'd have to handle basic first aid. Come to think of it, this was my first time in the Health Room here—hopefully no weird customs.
"Oh my, what brings you here?"
"Um, my Owner sprained his ankle."
"Judging by your uniforms, you're both from the soccer club? Come this way."
Luckily, the School Nurse was there. No need for me to play doctor, but now there were eyes on us, making it awkward. Being alone might've been more comfortable.
"Sit here."
While Geon-yul got treated quickly, I scanned the room. Surprisingly, no odd items in sight. I realized I'd been half-expecting something perverse and felt a twinge of disappointment.
Well, can't win 'em all.
I shrugged it off. Usually, discovering this world's bizarre norms was fun—as long as I wasn't the one suffering them. Like the aphrodisiac-filled bath at the bathhouse; it'd just be trivia if I hadn't soaked in it. The problem was, as a bitch, I kept getting "selected" for them.
"Ah, ow! That hurts!"
"Oh, don't be such a baby."
Watching Geon-yul whine during his perfectly normal treatment made me chuckle. The School Nurse was probably female bitch class, but teachers commanded respect anyway.
Though if Geon-yul whipped out his dick right here, she couldn't complain. That's what being female bitch means.
Creeeak— Creeeak—
Then, a creepy noise echoed from somewhere. Easy to pinpoint: deeper inside, beyond curtains hiding beds.
"What's that sound?"
"Sounds like the patient in there's worsening. I've done emergency measures, but I need to check. Wait here a sec, okay?"
"Sure, no problem."
Geon-yul agreed easily, but curiosity gnawed at me. What was happening back there?
"What, gonna peek?"
"Heh, just a quick look."
I flashed a playful grin at Geon-yul and tiptoed closer. The School Nurse headed to bed one, pulled the curtain—and revealed the noise's source.
Humping… the air?
The guy on the bed looked our age, male student, but in bad shape. Half-delirious, pants and underwear off, thrusting wildly at nothing. Like….
"In heat?"
"Eek, eek?!"
Staring intently, I hadn't noticed Geon-yul sneak up. I yelped like a startled girl, but kept it low—no echo back there.
I whispered in his ear, noses almost touching as he peered over my shoulder. "When'd you get here?"
"Just now. So, what's the deal?"
Honestly, I wondered the same. It screamed heat, but a guy? Weird.
"Strange."
"Yeah, not just excited—drug-induced heat is rare in guys."
Here, heat drugs targeted women, not men. World norms meant men drugging women was fine; reverse was a felony. Owners could heat up an onahole girl for fun, but a woman slipping it to a man? Huge crime.
Not execution-level, though. Why's social maladjustment punished so harshly…?
Dedicated bitches didn't even need drugs—the collar had "bitch sex drive control". Max it, and you'd outdo that guy.
I felt it briefly at the bathhouse. Felt amazing, but… not craving a repeat.
So why was this guy humping air, and why was the School Nurse jerking his full-erect dick with gloved hands?
"Hmm…."
"No way…."
"We didn't just witness something dangerous, right…?"
Geon-yul and I were probably thinking the same.
The School Nurse?
She'd know drugs, maybe heat ones. Absurd in reality, possible here. If word spread of a spinster female bitch teacher drugging boys for reverse-rape… chaos.
Run?!
She'd unbuttoned her shirt—no bra—shoving a perky nipple into his mouth. Nursing handjob, straight out of rumors. I gulped; Geon-yul clapped a hand over my mouth.
"…Hah."
Busted. She sped up, milked his cum, cleaned up, and approached.
"I told you not to look…."
No way—it was real. Beyond this world's male-superior norms, this was a teacher drug-raping a student. Victim was female? No, male. Danger was Geon-yul's, not mine. Instinct kicked in; I blocked between them, unleashing "common sense" rhetoric like a machine gun.
"Wh-what are you doing?! You're a female bitch! A female bitch playing with men like toys?!"
"I get what you're thinking, sweetie…."
"If you're old, manage yourself! Wear sluttier clothes, seduce properly, earn it through effort! Heat drugs are cheating!"
"Y-you really think I drugged a student…."
She advanced; terrified, I backed up—right into Geon-yul's chest. Perfect. I grabbed his arm, pressed it to my lower belly, and hammed it up desperately.
"A-and blasting the baby juice like that? Be a proper female bitch… p-put it all deep in the womb and store it right!"
The School Nurse facepalmed, chuckling in disbelief. I tilted my head, confused. Then Geon-yul patted my soft belly with that hand, stroked my hair with the other.
"Hey, Chae-a."
"Owner, get back—"
"No, let's hear her out. Doesn't seem like what you think."
I glanced back. The guy, once humping air, now slept peacefully.
…Wait, then what? I was wrong?
"Uwaaaaaah…!"
For the umpteenth time since arriving here, I wanted to crawl into a hole. None nearby, so I buried my face in Geon-yul's chest instead.