The Promoted Director's Kindness and Wet Reward
Click. Click.
The figure that stepped out of the darkness was not the same as before. His white coat was immaculate, not a speck of dust upon it, and his hair had been neatly combed back. This was unmistakably the same plastic doll that had torn off his own head and gone berserk right in front of Na-bi's eyes — and yet the being standing before her now was so unnervingly natural, so close to human that it made her skin crawl.
Only the silver ball joints at his wrists and neck proved he was a monster.
He looked down at the mass of viscera coiled around Na-bi's body, and at the grotesque creature that owned them. The apertures of his eyes contracted with a mechanical whir.
"A patient impersonating a doctor, beating down nurses, destroying hospital facilities."
His voice was calm, but a metallic undertone reverberated through the corridor. He glanced at Na-bi, trapped in the monster's grip, smeared with blood and semen.
"And then forcibly raping a patient."
Even through her dazed mind, Na-bi nearly let out a hollow laugh. This, from the thing that had raped her and blown itself apart by tearing off its own head? But she didn't even have the strength to open her mouth.
The monster convulsed and screamed.
"I'm a doctor! I'm the doctor! This woman is the patient!"
"How noisy."
The doctor's hand sliced through empty air. It happened in the space of a blink.
Shhk.
"......?"
The monster froze. Then slowly — so slowly — its body slid apart along a diagonal line, from shoulder to hip. Dark crimson blood erupted from the cleanly severed cross-section like a fountain.
Thud.
The monster's upper and lower halves tumbled to the floor. A single stroke of the scalpel. Na-bi hadn't even seen him draw it.
The viscera binding her went slack and slithered free. As her body began to collapse toward the floor, the doctor stepped in and caught her firmly around the waist.
"Nngh......"
A groan tore from Na-bi's lips. The abdominal wound the monster had stabbed into her shifted, and hot blood gushed out, soaking the doctor's white coat. Vertigo crashed over her. Her vision blurred and the world spun. But she knew it instinctively: this thing was far more dangerous than the monster from before.
"Th... thank... you......"
Na-bi mumbled through trembling lips. Whether it was gratitude for being saved or a plea not to kill her, even she didn't know. With those words, her consciousness cut out.
"You came in injured last time, too."
A droning voice reached her ears. Na-bi couldn't open her eyes. Her body was as heavy as waterlogged cotton.
"And this time you get injured and raped inside the hospital. This is clearly our hospital's mistake."
A cold touch pressed down on Na-bi's lower abdomen. Not the wound — he was pressing just above her womb.
"Ah...... nn......"
"We'll have to treat you with the utmost care."
Something entered between Na-bi's legs. The doctor's fingers. He stirred inside her vagina, scraping out the sticky semen the monster had pumped into her, along with the remnants of disinfectant.
"Hhhk!"
Na-bi's hips twisted reflexively. It stung. But he didn't stop, hooking his fingers like claws to meticulously gouge out the filth clinging to her inner walls.
"Filthy. This needs to be cleaned up."
His handiwork was closer to cleaning than treatment, and yet at the same time it was like a persistent caress. Rubbing her vaginal walls, scraping, thrusting back in — his finger movements grew increasingly viscous with every pass. His gaze raked greedily over the space between her spread legs. The front of the doctor's trousers bulged.
But he clicked his tongue and pulled his fingers out.
"I'll restrain myself. Too many eyes watching."
He handed the limp Na-bi over to the Nurse Mannequins waiting beside him. The nurses in their white uniforms took her into their arms. The bed clanked and rumbled into motion, and Na-bi sank once more into a deep sleep.
When she opened her eyes, Na-bi was looking at a white ceiling. It smelled of disinfectant, but not the nauseating stench from the corridor earlier — the scent of a clean, orderly hospital room.
"Ugh......"
Na-bi tried to sit up. Surprisingly, she felt almost no pain. She looked down at her stomach. The abdomen that had been stabbed and torn to shreds by the monster was now dressed with clean gauze and bandages. The swelling in her wrists had gone down, and the bruises had faded.
"Huh......?"
Na-bi looked at the IV stand. A transparent fluid pack hung from it, a label affixed to the front.
Intravenous Recovery Solution
Status:Administering
Some unidentified recovery drug was flowing through her veins. Her body was clean, too. The skin that had been caked in blood and semen had been thoroughly washed, and she was wearing a fresh, soft patient gown.
Scratch. Scratch.
She sensed movement beside her. Nurse Mannequins surrounded her bed — faceless, smooth egg-heads. But the atmosphere was different. The moment Na-bi woke, they clapped their hands in delight.
Instead of speaking, they used gestures and drew pictures in a sketchbook to explain her condition, like kindergarten teachers soothing a child, trying to reassure her with exaggerated motions.
Tummy owie.
Treatment all done.
Boop — little poke.
You're okay now.
"Hhk...... hhk......"
The grief Na-bi had been holding back burst forth, and she sobbed. After that hellish agony, this sudden kindness? The nurses wrapped her in a warm embrace. Soft silicone breasts pressed against Na-bi's face. They patted her back and stroked her hair.
The fingers of the nurse holding her traced down Na-bi's spine. A touch that grazed the cleft of her buttocks. Na-bi stiffened in alarm. Was it starting again? Were those fingers going to... again?
But the nurse paused, then went back to gently patting Na-bi's back, as if thinking, Ah, right — the Director said to treat her with the utmost care. Na-bi exhaled in relief.
That was when it happened.
Click. Click.
Familiar footsteps echoed from the corridor. Regular, authoritative heel-clicks. The nurses all withdrew from the bed at once and lined up in formation.
The hospital room door opened, and he entered. The master of the examination room. The doctor who had torn off his own head and detonated, and who had just sliced the monster in two with a single stroke.
Na-bi pressed her back against the headboard and watched him warily. He looked at her and smiled a good-natured smile.
"You're awake."
He flipped through a chart as he approached the bedside. The motion was so natural. He looked like a real doctor.
"I haven't introduced myself. I am now the Director of this ward."
He shrugged and added,
"That little incident last time...... well, it left a vacancy, so I got promoted. Administrator rank went up, you could say."
He spoke with a bashful expression, as if bragging to an old friend. A monster that understood human rank systems and was happy about a promotion? Na-bi found the situation bizarre, but she decided to play along to stay alive.
"Ah...... congratulations......"
Na-bi forced the corners of her mouth up and nodded. At her response, color bloomed across the Director's face.
"Thank you. You're the only patient who acknowledges it."
He smiled, looking as proud as a human would. Then his expression suddenly turned serious as he looked down at her.
"That aside, due to our hospital's negligence in management, you've been through something terrible...... so compensation is in order, I suppose."
Na-bi's eyes widened. Compensation? A key? An escape route? As she swallowed in anticipation, the Director sat on the edge of the bed and began undoing the buttons of her patient gown.
"Whether it's information or an item — if you need something, just say so."
The gown came off. Na-bi's pale naked body was exposed. When she panicked and tried to cover herself, the Director's cold hand caught her wrist and stopped her.
"Uh......? Um...... why the clothes......"
"It's part of the examination."
The Director replied shamelessly, and seized one of her breasts in his hand. Cold, hard ball-jointed fingers began kneading the soft flesh.
"To be honest."
The Director's gaze turned greedy.
"Back in the corridor...... the way you drooled semen while that monster had its way with you was incredibly obscene."
Na-bi's face drained of all color. He couldn't have cared less about her shame. His other hand shoved between her legs.
Two fingers plunged into her vagina. Even though he'd cleaned her earlier, the moment his fingers scraped her inner walls, her body reflexively gushed fluid.
"Don't...... don't do this...... you said it was compensation......"
Na-bi shook her head in refusal, but the Director rubbed her clitoris with his thumb and whispered.
"This is the compensation. Making you feel good."
His handiwork wasn't mechanical. It was far too skilled, far too persistent. He found her erogenous zones with precision and exploited them. Pain? No. It was pleasure, horrifyingly so. Her mind was refusing, but her body was bucking its hips in time with his touch.
"Hahk! Nngh! Ah! No! There!"
Moans burst from Na-bi's mouth. The Director snickered at her reactions. He increased the speed of his fingers.
"Come. Like the stupid little female you are."
"Aaaah! I'm coming! Coming!"
Na-bi's toes curled. Her thighs convulsed, soaking the bedsheets. A violent climax ripped through her. Her vision went white and she gasped as if she were drowning. Na-bi went limp, panting raggedly. Tears of shame slid down her face.
The Director held his soaked fingers up in front of her eyes and clicked his tongue.
"Tut, tut...... you've dirtied the bedsheets again. What a truly lewd patient you are."
He tapped her cheek mockingly. Then he started caressing her breasts again. Rougher this time. Pinching and twisting her nipples.
"Hhh...... stop...... I'm scared......"
Na-bi felt a primal terror. This thing was only pretending to be human. The promotion bragging? The kindness? It was all an act. Underneath, there was nothing but a cruel toy's treatment — the desire to thoroughly violate and play with her, a human.
Na-bi's body trembled. The Director sensed her fear. He suddenly stopped the caressing hands. Then he stared at her and began to laugh.
"Pff...... bwahahahaha!"
A mad laugh filled the hospital room. It didn't stop. It went on and on. Na-bi recoiled in terror. Her back hit the headboard. There was nowhere left to retreat.
Outside the hospital room door, dozens of Nurse Mannequins stood in formation. Before her, the Director who had diced that monster in an instant — who possessed overwhelming force — was laughing like a madman.
The laughter cut off. The Director looked at the trembling Na-bi with cold, settled eyes. He licked his lips.
"Ah...... you weren't struggling for your life, so I played along, wondering when you'd figure out your situation."
He stood up. He shrugged off the white doctor's coat and tossed it to the floor. He unbuttoned and removed his shirt. A smooth doll's body. And between his legs, a grotesquely swollen, enormous cock.
"You're naive to the point of stupidity, aren't you?"
Na-bi dropped down and begged.
"Please spare me...... I'm sorry...... please spare me......"
The Director climbed onto the bed. He caught her chin and forced her head up. He licked her tear-streaked face.
His voice was low and chilling. It was an interrogation. And depending on her answer, Na-bi's fate might become even more wretched than what that monster had done to her.