The Devil's Bargain: Lubricant and Medical Fees
Na-bi jolted upright like a spring, eyes snapping open. Her back was drenched in cold sweat. She panted heavily, scanning her surroundings. White ceiling, the sharp scent of disinfectant, and the rhythmic drip of an IV bag. It had all been real.
"Haah... haah..."
Na-bi pressed her trembling hands to her body, checking for injuries. Nothing hurt. Her jaw, throat, and the sensitive area between her legs were untouched. The curse of Indomitable had repaired her completely overnight. Yet the memories of pain remained vivid—the choking foreign object in her throat and the suffocating terror.
She let out a shaky sigh of relief and turned her head. Then she froze.
"Did you sleep well?"
Right beside the bed, in the wide space created by pushing two single beds together, the Hospital Director lay. He had shed his white gown and now wore only a shirt, propped up on one elbow, staring straight at her. His silver ball-jointed fingers tapped the blanket with soft, mechanical clicks.
"Ah..."
Na-bi tried to scramble backward, but the Director's hand shot out with lightning speed.
-Click.
His cold fingers clamped onto her chest, the pressure rough even through the thin patient gown. He kneaded her soft breasts like warm clay, nails scraping her nipples.
"Ah! No! Let go!"
Na-bi slapped his hand away on instinct. The sharp slap echoed, and the Director's hand flew back into the air. Silence crashed down.
The Director's expression hardened into something glacial. His pupils narrowed to slits, and he regarded her with emotionless, mechanical eyes.
"S-sorry... I was wrong..."
Na-bi panicked and quickly seized his hand with both of hers, desperate to make amends. Angering this man could only end in disaster.
But it was already too late.
-Slap!
"Kyaaaah!"
The Director's palm cracked across her cheek. Her head whipped sideways, the impact ringing like a struck bell in her ears.
"The toy must learn its place."
-Slap! Slap!
He struck her cheek again and again, no mercy in his hands. Na-bi's head twisted violently left and right. Her lips split, and blood vessels burst in her nose.
"Kuh... ugh! C-cough..."
Na-bi collapsed onto the bed and curled into a tight ball. Her swollen cheek burned, hot blood trickled from her nose, staining the white pillow crimson. She panted in agony, body shaking violently.
-Swoosh.
The Director's finger gently wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, then brought the bloody digit to his own lips and licked it clean.
-Slurp.
He narrowed his eyes, savoring the bitter taste with a twisted smile. His hand moved again, stroking the curled Na-bi with surprising gentleness.
"This kind of emotion isn't bad."
A caress after violence. The sudden shift in temperature made Na-bi's body twitch. The Director slipped his hand inside the patient gown, touching bare skin. He licked her nipple lightly with the tip of his tongue, then bit down with his teeth.
"Ah... uhn..."
A choked moan escaped Na-bi's lips. Tears streamed from the pain, yet her body betrayed her, responding to the unwanted pleasure. It was humiliating, like being tamed like an animal.
The Director enjoyed the contradiction. The female instinct that trembled in pain yet grew wet from his touch.
"Hic... huuuk..."
Na-bi sobbed in despair. As her cries grew louder, the Director's brows furrowed.
"Quiet."
He gestured irritably and slammed her head against the bed's headboard. Toys that kept rebelling and cried were annoying. Na-bi knew this and bit her lip to hold back her tears, but the tears kept flowing like a broken faucet.
The Director sighed, then gave a sadistic smile.
-Crunch.
"Ah?!"
His finger suddenly thrust deep into her vagina. Na-bi, completely naked and defenseless, arched her hips at the sudden intrusion.
"Hmm... Patient, what is your name?"
The Director asked casually, scraping the inner walls with his fingers.
"Shall we exchange formal names?"
He pressed her G-spot hard and added with a smirk.
"You can't be in that position anyway, so you don't need to know my name."
Thorough master and slave. Owner and slave. Na-bi felt the position burned into her bones. He pulled his fingers out with a wet pop, then roughly tore off her patient gown top and pants, tossing them to the floor.
Na-bi was left naked on the bed. The Director stared directly into her eyes and asked again.
"Patient, what is your name?"
Na-bi answered with a trembling voice, barely audible.
"Na-bi... Lee Na-bi."
"Lee Na-bi..."
The Director studied her face intently. The cheek he had slapped multiple times was already deflating. The split lip and nosebleed had stopped. Remarkable regeneration.
'This toy is special.'
The Director's eyes gleamed with greed. He glanced at the hospital room walls. No clock. No window. Time had stopped here. The urge to steal her sense of time and trap her forever rose in him.
'Sedative... and muscle relaxant.'
A plan formed quickly in his mind. Matching the drugs to her extreme regeneration would keep her conscious at the limit, shattering the line between dream and reality. He could turn her into a helpless meat doll to play with however he wished.
But there was a practical issue. He sighed deeply in disappointment.
'I gave the nurses seven days off.'
It was a promise. In seven days those noisy ones would return. It had to end before then.
Na-bi watched the Director's every move. The doll that didn't even breathe, pretending to sigh and think, gave her chills. What was he planning? What horror was coming?
The Director raised his head as if making a decision. He would drain her to the bone for seven days. But he couldn't simply release her. He had to plant the seed of utter despair.
"Na-bi."
The Director called her in a gentle voice. He stroked her cheek and offered a sweet proposal.
"Then, if you satisfy me today... um, for five days, I'll let you go after fucking you. How does that sound?"
"...Yes?"
Na-bi's eyes widened. Five days? Hadn't it been seven? Reducing it by two days? A spark of hope lit in her eyes. The worst had been avoided.
The Director saw her naive hope and laughed inwardly. He had no intention of letting her go in five days. He would break her mind for five days, then spend the remaining two as a drugged, toy-like doll. But giving her false hope now would make her break even better.
"Of course, there is a condition."
The Director spread Na-bi's legs and settled between them. His gaze fixed on her red, swollen entrance.
"For five days, none of your holes can close without my permission. Mouth, below, and behind."
"...Yes...?"
"It means keep them open at all times, ready to be filled whenever I want. You can only relieve yourself where I allow, and you must only eat what I give you. Understood?"
Perfect breeding. Shame burned Na-bi's face, but she had no choice but to nod. The Director stroked her thighs with satisfaction and continued.
"And right now, show your sincerity for my 'treatment'. Don't just talk."
He undid the buckle of his pants. With a heavy thud, his thick cock sprang free. A bulging, veiny shaft hung in front of Na-bi's face.
"Suck."
Na-bi hesitated, glancing at the Director's eyes. His gaze was firm. Refusal would void the five-day promise.
Na-bi grabbed his cock with a trembling hand. It was burning hot. She slowly lowered her head and pressed her lips to the tip.
-Slurp. Chup.
The pungent scent stung her nose, but she extended her tongue, licking the shaft and fondling his balls. The Director pressed her head gently.
"Deeper. Open your throat."
-Uwuk! Kk!
The Director thrust his hips, forcing his cock into her mouth. Na-bi's throat filled completely. She couldn't breathe, tears welled up, but she desperately moved her tongue to stimulate him—for survival, for the freedom in five days.
-Chup, chup. Slurp.
Wet sounds filled the room. The Director bit her mouth and moaned in pleasure.
-Gurgle.
At that moment, a loud rumble came from Na-bi's stomach. She had vomited all day, starved, and poured out every bit of energy. Her face flushed as she clutched her belly.
"Kuk... Na-bi is cute."
The Director chuckled. He leaned close to her ear and whispered.
"Ah, in five days the nurses will treat you to a delicious meal for your discharge."
"Meal...?"
Na-bi tilted her head. Five days? The nurses had said seven days off. Did that mean they would return two days early?
Na-bi's question was swallowed by the Director's next words.
"You must never refuse and eat it deliciously. If they get angry, I won't be able to help you."
He pretended to be scared, hardening his expression.
"When we met last time, the nurses got angry and complained to me."
Complained? Na-bi's mind flashed back to that cruel memory—the Nurse Mannequins grabbing the doctor's head and twisting it 360 degrees, tearing it apart. The neck being ripped out, wires flying. Was that a complaint?
Na-bi's face turned deathly pale. The Director read her thoughts and smiled faintly.
"Ah, I said I couldn't eat the 'food' they made."
He tapped his hard plastic breasts.
"Why? Because we are 'mannequins'? We can't eat."
His pupils sparkled strangely.
"But you are human... so you can eat it very deliciously?"
Na-bi swallowed hard. The food made by mannequins. Could it even be eaten by humans? Plastic scraps? Or rotten meat? The thought made her stomach churn.
But she couldn't refuse. Five days. If she endured just five days, she could leave. She could get the key. Na-bi answered with a trembling voice.
"Yes... I'll eat it. I'll eat anything."
The Director stroked her head with satisfaction.
"Good girl."
He stood up, opened the drawer, and took out a syringe and a small ampoule bottle. A glass vial filled with clear liquid. Nothing was written on the label.
"Well, before starting the first lesson... shall we get the nutrient first?"
He flicked a drop of water from the syringe needle. Na-bi instinctively knew it wasn't nutrient. But resistance meant death.
Na-bi closed her eyes tightly and extended her arm. The cold needle pierced her vein.