Nursing Department Hates Hazing - Episode 9
"Aren't you leaving? What are you standing there for like an idiot?"
The head nurse's single remark instantly silenced the changing room.
The nurses scrambled to gather their things and rushed toward the door in a herd. Even the one who had been trying to open the cabinet earlier glanced nervously at the head nurse and quickly turned away.
"Hurry up and move."
With that cold command, the nurses filed out one by one.
Footsteps faded, followed by the sound of the door closing.
Silence fell.
Yet neither of us made a move to step outside.
Was it fear that someone might still be out there, or something else entirely?
In the darkness, we stared at each other.
A faint beam of light slipped through the gap in the cabinet doors, barely illuminating Eunyoung's face.
Clear eyes, a delicate nose, soft lips. She wasn't as stunning as Eunbi, but that was only because Eunbi was unfairly beautiful. Eunyoung was still very much a beauty, and up close, her pure, innocent charm stood out even more.
We were locked in that silent stare when her gaze suddenly changed.
It was no longer the flustered, tense look from moments ago. Something else flickered in her eyes—something moist and melting.
Her breathing grew quicker than before as she gazed at me, her warm breath brushing against my lips.
Then her face slowly leaned in.
"W-wait a second!"
I blurted it out, but there was nowhere to retreat. My back was pressed against the cold metal wall, and both sides were blocked.
"Haa… haa…"
Only Eunyoung's ragged breathing filled the space. She gave no reply.
I watched her eyes slowly close, her head tilting slightly.
The next moment, our lips met.
It was a natural, flowing kiss. Soft and damp. She had initiated it without warning.
My mind went blank. My heart felt ready to burst, and electricity seemed to race through my entire body.
What is this? What's happening? Why is she suddenly kissing me?
Even as those confused thoughts tangled in my head, her lips refused to leave mine.
Once the kiss began, excitement took over. I couldn't just stand there. I didn't really know how to kiss properly, but I pushed my tongue into her mouth anyway.
She had started it, yet the moment my tongue entered, her eyes flew wide open in surprise.
Soon she let out a soft moan and began awkwardly tangling her tongue with mine.
It tasted sweet and sticky—Eunyoung's saliva.
"Pwah, chuut, chup, hwaaang…!"
We kissed sloppily, biting and sucking as if trying to devour each other, while I ground my fully erect cock between her thighs.
My first kiss with a woman I barely knew.
And it was happening in the women's changing room at her workplace, inside a cramped cabinet, while I wore a female nurse's uniform…
For some reason, I felt guilty toward Eunbi and my little sister.
I realized the feeling was shame.
Eunbi and I weren't even dating. We weren't friends or anything close. My sister was just my sister, so why did I feel this way?
While we kissed fiercely, I lost my balance when pressure shifted to my left shoulder. We tumbled toward the cabinet door.
With a loud creak and bang, the door swung open.
Fresh air rushed into my lungs. My stiff limbs finally relaxed.
The fluorescent lights were blinding. I squinted for a moment.
We spilled out onto the changing room floor, still tangled together.
The kiss didn't stop. We bit and sucked at each other's lips, tongues exploring, swapping saliva.
A faint trace of Eunbi's fake semen still lingered in my mouth, mixing into a slightly bitter yet sweet taste.
Eunyoung didn't seem to notice what the liquid actually was.
After kissing for a long while, I suddenly remembered where we were—the women's changing room. We had to get out immediately.
"Mmm-chuut~ chuup, haa… Eunyoung-ssi, wait! Snap out of it!"
"Chup, chup… mm…?"
In that instant, she seemed to regain her senses. Her face flushed bright red.
"Oh my god, what have I done…"
She covered her cheeks with both hands and lowered her head.
"I'm so sorry… I just couldn't help myself when I was pressed up against such a handsome guy…"
Her voice grew smaller until it was barely audible.
Even her ears had turned red. She looked mortified and unsure what to do.
"No… I'm fine, really…"
I answered, but my own face was burning.
I could still feel the lingering sensation of her lips on mine.
The silence in the changing room was painfully awkward. Neither of us could meet the other's eyes, our gazes darting everywhere.
While I struggled to think of what to say, I decided to explain my outfit first.
But how? "Actually, I was blackmailed into cross-dressing and sneaking in here"?
"I'm sorry too…"
I opened my mouth anyway.
"You might not believe me, but I didn't come in here dressed like this by choice. There are… complicated circumstances. Anyway, thank you for helping me…"
Even I knew how flimsy the excuse sounded. But I couldn't tell the truth.
Eunyoung lifted her head and looked at me.
The embarrassment from earlier had faded somewhat, replaced by a complicated expression.
"Technically, I should report this to the police…"
My heart dropped.
"But you're my last hope for solving my problem, so I'll let it slide for now."
I let out a quiet sigh of relief.
"You have to help me, though."
Her voice was firm.
"And that uniform you're wearing is mine, so wash it and return it."
Right. I had borrowed the nurse uniform from her.
"Ah, yes. Of course. I'll do that. Oh, and… one more thing…"
I trailed off, hesitating.
I needed to ask for something else, but after the kiss, it felt even more embarrassing.
"Could you lend me a change of clothes…?"
"Haa…"
Eunyoung sighed and opened her cabinet.
"I don't have two sets. I'll give you the spare shirt and jeans I keep for emergencies."
She pulled out a folded bundle and handed it to me.
A light-blue shirt and pale-blue jeans. Women's sizes—they looked small.
"Thank you…"
I accepted the clothes.
Even though they were too small, I wanted to wear them right away. Unfortunately, they were meant for Eunbi.
I pictured her waiting in the hospital room in nothing but her underwear.
I stood there holding the clothes, unsure what else to say.
My mind was still foggy from the kiss, and I couldn't bring myself to look her in the eye.
Eunyoung shifted uncomfortably, twisting her body.
After a moment, she finally spoke.
"Um… could you please leave now? I need to change into my work clothes."
Oh.
Only then did I understand the situation.
This was the women's changing room. Eunyoung had come to change for her night shift.
A man like me had no business lingering here.
"Ah, s-sorry!"
My face burned as I bowed my head and bolted for the door like I was fleeing.
The door clicked shut behind me. The cool hallway air helped calm my flushed cheeks.
Clothes in hand, I headed back toward the hospital room.
As I passed through the corridor of Ward 71, a sharp voice called out near the nurses' station.
"Hey, you. Come here."
My heart skipped a beat. Was she talking to me?
I tried to walk past, pretending not to hear, but the voice grew louder.
"You there, the nurse in the dress! Didn't you hear me?"
I had no choice but to stop and turn around.
Inside the station stood a nurse about 162 cm tall with a plump build, double-eyelid surgery eyes, and heavy makeup. A strong perfume scent wafted from her. Her name tag read "Han Jiyeon."
She was the preceptor who had been bullying Eunyoung.
"What the hell is wrong with your uniform?"
Han Jiyeon looked me up and down with a frown.
"Did you shrink it on purpose? Your thighs are completely exposed. Didn't you see the notice about not wearing dress-style uniforms? Don't you know the hospital policy changed? And what's that stain?"
"I… um…"
I was at a loss for words. What could I even say?
"Which department are you from? I've never seen your face in gastroenterology before."
Questions kept coming. The more I answered, the more I risked getting caught.
My mind went blank—until I spotted someone walking down the corridor behind her.
"Ah… over there!"
I pointed reflexively.
"Huh?"
Han Jiyeon turned to look.
Seizing the moment, I spun around and sprinted with everything I had.
"Hey! Stop right there!"
I heard her shout from behind, but I didn't dare look back.
Running in nurse slippers wasn't easy, but the thought of getting caught pushed me to run desperately.
I rounded a corner, went down half a flight of stairs, then back up, detouring through another ward.
Finally, I reached the room where Eunbi was waiting.
I was gasping for breath. When I opened the door and stepped inside, the atmosphere had changed.
Patients had returned to the previously empty beds. Coughs and the sound of a TV drifted from behind drawn curtains.
The patients who had gone for tests must have come back.