The Locker Room Discovery
Breathless agony, matched by an electric rush of pleasure.
My cock hadn't even been touched, yet the urge to climax bubbled up violently inside me. My back arched like a bow, my inner walls clenching tight around Eunbi's strap-on as my entire body trembled like a phone on vibrate.
Strength drained from my limbs until I could no longer move. Before I knew it, only Eunbi beneath me was thrusting upward, pounding into me with her massive peniban.
The thick toy ravaged my hole, its head scraping and grinding against my prostate with every stroke, dragging me deeper into sensation.
Thud. Thud. Thud. Every time the head struck deep and scraped that sensitive spot, a spine-tingling wave of pleasure crashed through me. The orgasm hovered right at the edge, refusing to break, wrapping around my entire body.
It was far more intense than any masturbation I'd ever done. The pleasure reached straight into my brain.
I couldn't hold back my moans. My body shook uncontrollably.
"Aahh… this is weird… this feels weird! Hnnng… what is this?! Haah…!"
"How does it feel? Good, right? My cock is the best, isn't it?"
Eunbi whispered while speeding up her hips.
"Ahh… that's…"
It did feel better than stroking myself, just as she said, but I was a man. I absolutely couldn't admit it. I shook my head desperately in denial.
"No… it's not!"
"Pfft. What do you mean it's not? Anyone can see you're losing your mind from how good it feels. Come on, stop denying it and just cum already!"
She kept pressing the head against my inner walls, relentlessly stimulating my prostate until my consciousness felt like it might fly away. At that moment, Eunbi released my hands and grabbed my fully erect cock.
She began stroking it furiously, rubbing the shaft up and down with her soft palm.
Schlick, schlick, schlick, schlick!
"Hnnngh! Kgh…! I'm cumming, I'm cumming, I'm cumming! I'm gonna—!!"
The orgasm that had been building finally exploded. With an expression no man should ever make, I convulsed and sprayed semen all over Eunbi's body beneath me.
Eunbi pressed the button on her strap-on at the same time, pumping fake cum deep into my ass. It felt thicker than when she'd made me swallow it earlier, almost jelly-like in consistency inside my hole.
It was the same liquid, yet swallowing it and taking it in my ass felt completely different. Feeling my stomach swell with her cum, I shuddered with unbearable shame.
The sensation of being filled with another person's semen—unpleasant, goosebump-inducing, like being creampied—made me shiver, and before I could stop it, I started peeing.
Trickle… trickle…
"Aahh… I'm peeing… ugh… even pee…"
This was not how I should appear in front of my junior, but I couldn't think at all. My dignity as a man—hell, as a human being—was being shredded. Still, the urine kept coming.
"Ah! That's disgusting!"
Eunbi shrieked and bolted upright.
"Senior! How could you pee on me?! Get off right now!"
"S… sorry…"
She had switched from calling me "miss" back to "senior." The nurse-and-difficult-patient roleplay was apparently over.
I scrambled off the bed in a hurry. The sheets were soaked with a large pale-yellow stain, and Eunbi's white shirt and black pants were drenched because of me. The shirt was especially wet, almost see-through.
Eunbi frowned and quickly began stripping out of the nurse uniform. She unbuttoned the shirt and unzipped the pants. I turned my head away in a panic, hearing the rustle of fabric behind me.
"Senior, what are you going to do now?"
Her voice was thick with irritation.
"Thanks to you, I have nothing to wear."
"S… sorry. I'll go home, wash them, and bring them back right away…"
"You want me to stay here in my underwear until then?"
Eunbi snapped coldly.
"Forget it. Just go get me a new nurse uniform."
"How am I supposed to get one…?"
"What do you mean, how?"
Her tone grew sharper.
"You caused this, so take responsibility. Go, now!"
"Got it… just a second…"
Leaving Eunbi behind in nothing but her underwear, I hurriedly pushed the curtain aside and stepped out of the room.
Once I was in the hallway, fear hit me. People passing by glanced at me. I was dressed in a sexy nurse uniform soaked in various fluids. Especially with Eunbi's fake cum still inside me, barely held back by my panties, I worried it might leak out if I walked too much.
My prostate was still throbbing, and my hole burned hot yet ached deep inside. The aftertaste of the fake cum I'd been forced to swallow lingered on my tongue.
The front of the dress clung wetly to my body, and the outline of the pink bra I'd worn earlier showed faintly through the thin fabric.
Now what?
I walked down the hallway, one hand discreetly covering my rear. The short skirt kept riding up, and the damp fabric sticking to my skin felt unpleasant.
Doctors, patients, nurses, and guardians all stole glances at the sexy nurse reeking of sex as I passed. Every time I felt their eyes, my shoulders hunched, but strangely, it wasn't as unbearable as I'd expected.
After the extreme humiliation Eunbi had put me through, wandering the hospital in women's clothes didn't feel quite as shameful as being pegged while cross-dressed. Maybe the roleplay where I'd willingly swallowed the strap-on had built up some kind of shame immunity. Or perhaps I'd simply gone numb after exceeding my limit.
Still, I couldn't keep walking around like this. The wet uniform clung tightly, making every curve obvious, and the bra lines were too visible for comfort.
I needed to get inside somewhere, fast.
Just then, a door caught my eye.
At the end of the hallway, the sign read exactly that. There would be spare uniforms inside.
It wasn't stealing if I just borrowed one and returned it later. Yeah, borrowing.
I checked my surroundings, knocked carefully, and when no one answered, I slipped inside.
Luckily, the room was empty.
A man entering the women's locker room was an unforgivable sin. My heart pounded with a sense of transgression.
The locker room was larger than I'd expected. Metal lockers lined the walls in a U-shape, each fitted with a small digital lock displaying a number. They required a password to open.
Long wooden benches sat between the rows of lockers, and a full-length mirror stood in one corner. The air carried a strange mix of smells: the hospital's disinfectant, faint perfume, body lotion, and an indescribable feminine scent that made it obvious this was the nurses' changing room even with my eyes closed.
I scanned the lockers, thinking. If I was going to take a uniform, it would be better to pick one from someone specific rather than a random stranger.
Park Miyoung, the head nurse who bullied Na Eunyung, and Han Jiyeon, the preceptor. Taking from those two would ease my guilt a little. They were the main culprits behind the bullying, after all.
Stealing from bad women wasn't really a crime. It was justice. A righteous act of revenge for a noble cause.
I checked the name tags one by one. Kim Jihyun, Lee Suyeon, Jung Mina… names I didn't recognize. Then, in the far-left corner, I found a familiar one.
Park Miyoung
Found it. The head nurse's locker—the one who tormented Na Eunyung.
It looked identical to the others, yet somehow colder. The lock was an old-fashioned four-digit dial. I tried the obvious combinations first: 0000. Click. Nothing. 1234. Click. Still nothing.
Of course it wouldn't be that easy.
While I hesitated, I suddenly remembered what Na Eunyung had said during our counseling session yesterday.
"Yesterday was the head nurse's birthday…"
Since I'd heard that yesterday, her birthday was the day before. Today was September 17th, so the day before yesterday would be…
I slowly turned the dial. 0-9-1-5.
Click.
It opened.
Her birthday was really the password? How could someone in charge of security be this careless?
Well, not that I was in any position to complain, since it worked.
But when I looked inside, there was no spare uniform or regular clothes. Instead, a large black bag sat alone in the locker.
It looked like a leather Boston bag, the zipper half-open, revealing something inside. Hoping there might be extra clothes, I opened it.
"…What the hell is this?"
It wasn't clothes.
The bag was packed with various medications: clear glass ampoules, white plastic pill bottles, and silver foil blister packs, all neatly arranged. I read the labels. Midazolam, propofol, fentanyl, ketamine…
I didn't recognize most of the names since I studied chemical engineering, but I'd heard of propofol and fentanyl on the news. They were powerful sedatives and opioid painkillers—drugs that could cause serious trouble if circulated illegally.
Why were these in a personal locker?
Hospital medications were supposed to be stored in the pharmacy or designated drug cabinets. There was no way a nurse should keep controlled substances in her own locker.
Especially not the head nurse.
No matter how I looked at it, this wasn't normal.