[Third Story] Corruption! Futanari Female Doctor! [Pregnant Sex Warning!]
"Hey! Why are your eyes so blue?"
That was the phrase I heard most during my school days.
My father was Italian. My mother was Korean. My features blended East and West like a proper mixed-race kid, but my skin was a bit paler than others, and my eyes? Pure foreign blue.
"Did you eat a blue crayon or something? How else could your eyes be that blue?"
"Sena's eyes are blue~"
Kids can't handle anything different about someone. My blue eyes and Western-tinged features were always prime targets for teasing.
"Sena's eyes are so b—"
Thwack—!!
"...Urk..!"
Of course, I never held back.
With a shout of 'What're you gonna do about it?!' I'd charge at them, big guy or not. Sometimes I'd win, sometimes lose... but I never backed down, not even if it killed me.
"Th-that... blue bitch.."
Before long, I got nicknamed "Blue Crazy Bitch"—shortened to "Blue Bitch." No one teased me to my face anymore, but I'd still catch whispers of it behind my back.
So I dyed my hair bright blue and strutted to school like I owned the place.
"Hey, Sena... why'd you dye your hair?"
With the eye-catching blue and school rules banning dyes, my homeroom teacher pulled me aside.
"The kids were teasing me about my blue eyes. So I figured, why not go all blue?"
After hearing me out, the teacher glared and said she'd handle it—go back to class.
Later I found out there'd been a staff meeting right after I left.
"Anyone who teased Sena about her blue eyes...! No, everyone close your eyes. Anyone who's ever said Han Sena has blue eyes, raise your hand quietly. Speak up now and I'll let it slide."
That day, they immediately started checking who teased me about my blue eyes. Eyes closed, hands raised multiple times. Then a survey: "Have you ever teased Han Sena about her blue eyes or seen it happen?"
And those who got caught?
Smack—!! Smack—!! Smack—!!
"Hweeeong.. euheuk.."
"Bend over straight! You little shits can't cover for your friends' flaws—instead you mock physical traits?! Time to beat some manners into you!"
The homeroom teacher teamed up with the student affairs one, paddling asses black and blue. Corporal punishment was still allowed back then, and our school had a rep as one of the strictest in the area—a prestigious one at that.
Smack—! Smack—!
Word of racial discrimination or bullying against a mixed kid could've tanked the school's image, so they went nuclear to shut it down completely.
Anyway, after that, no one dared tease my eyes or features again.
But vanishing bullies didn't make life peachy.
"Hey, you guys.."
Whoosh—!
They'd dodge me on purpose or straight-up ignore me. I'd hear "half-breed bitch" on the way to the bathroom.
Yeah. They thought I'd snitched to the teachers, landing them punishment for no reason. Couldn't lash out at powerful adults, so easy target me it was.
Direct bullying? Fine, just punch back. But treating me like an invisible ghost right in front of my face...?
My temper couldn't take that shit.
"Sena, honey, Dad has to go to America for work..."
Right on cue, Dad announced a business trip to the States.
"I'll come too."
And I did.
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"Hey! Sena!"
Life in America wasn't bad. Plenty of mixed kids and other races around. My stubborn, call-out-bullshit personality charmed the friends here.
"Pub down the street—wanna hang?"
"Party at Jake's tonight, Sena—you in?!"
The total opposite of Korea's teasing and isolation. I could've partied daily, living wild.
Not to brag, but... my face was, well, pretty cute.
Anyway!
"Sorry, got stuff to do."
I'd always show up with a book and politely decline.
The book? The Life of Florence Nightingale.
In America, I fell hard for Nightingale. A "frail" nurse charging into warzones, healing soldiers, reforming broken medical systems—a small woman with iron will.
I wanted to be like her.
"Dad, I'm going to nursing school."
"Nursing all of a sudden?"
"Yes!"
Declared it to Dad and grinded for America's top nursing program.
"My name's on it!"
"Knew you'd make it, Sena! Haha!"
And I did. One step closer to my idol.
Two years of nursing school were pure joy. Lectures, practice, books—that thrill of building knowledge to heal people? Ecstasy.
"Think I'll head back to Korea now."
But I fast-tracked graduation and returned to Korea, land of my childhood.
My hair then? Navy—blue-black mix. Dyed bright blue as a kid, but in America, I went navy to blend my roots. Korean blood meant black roots that wouldn't hide.
I'd planned all along: finish nursing, return home.
Dad's connection offered choices: university hospital or a private one he knew.
Former: tons of experience, but Korea's infamous nurse hazing culture.
Latter: less variety, but...
"Dr. Jang Ilhu's hospital, right?"
Dr. Jang Ilhu—famous for pharma papers even in America. A genius bordering on inhuman. Nominated for US medical awards, even Nobel whispers, but he hates fame. Threatens to delete papers and seal results if named. A quirky legend known only to insiders.
Learning medicine under him?
Irresistible.
"I'll go to Dr. Jang Ilhu's hospital!"
And so I did.
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"Han Sena, right..?"
"Yes! I'll work hard."
"Hmph. Fine."
Dr. Jang Ilhu in person? Nothing like imagined. No kindly old prof or sleek intellectual.
"Don't take orders from other nurses. Don't bother me."
"A.. yes..!"
Gaunt face, sharp eyes—intimidating as hell.
"Our director's so weird, right?"
"Never leaves his office or OR!"
Other nurses said he preferred solitude over company. Geniuses gonna genius.
"Will he really help me study..?"
Worried, but I'd chosen this for him. No backing out.
"Medical studies? Sent 'em by email."
Thought he was brushing me off.
"Sigh.."
Regretting my choice—
Ding—!
> Email arrived!
Answers to my morning questions. Click—click—
"Whoa..."
Detailed solutions and explanations blew my mind with every click.
"This guy's a genius..!"
Had to admit it. Untangling my brain knots with a few lines? Genius.
From wary to instant respect.
As questions and answers piled up—
"This level.. hmm. Start as head nurse today. Only do what I tell you."
Dr. Jang—er, Director—promoted me to head nurse.
"The director has a head nurse..?"
"I've been here years and I'm still regular staff.."
No prior head nurse. Rumors flew: seduced him with looks?
Didn't care. His medical tutelage mattered; "only my tasks" kept me from desk nurses and aides.
Days blurred: his assignments, knowledge transfers, overtime, crashing at the hospital. Fulfilling chaos.
Then—
"Tonight, Kim Hyunji patient's important procedure. Come to the procedure room alone."
He'd never let anyone into his procedure room. Finally—hands-on training!
Clack—clack—clack—
Past reception, down the long hall to the deepest room: [Procedure Room].
Creeeak—
No knock, quiet entry as ordered.
A small room. And—
"Ahng..! Urgh.. ngh!"
A pregnant woman, upper body through the wall, face flushed, moaning.
Overseas, partitions hide lowers for modesty during exams...
"Aang..! Hngh..!"
But why's she moaning like that?
OB-GYN exams sensitive spots, sure, but—
"Hahk—hahk—ahng!?"
Her face and exposed cleavage beet-red like mid-sex. And—
Squelch—! Squelch—! Squelch—!
Mysterious wet sounds from beyond the wall.
Clack.. "Um.. excuse me?"
Close, speak—she just pants.
"Hahk..! Hahk..!"
Something's wrong. Closer, wave hand in face.
Swoosh—
Shouldn't, but pried eyelid to check.
...Unfocused. Anesthesia? No, too reactive—mild hallucinogen?
Surgery? No, Kim Hyunji not due yet, no major ops.
Squelch—! Squelch—!
Unsettling wet sloshes. Brain screamed flee, but check beyond.
Grab—!
Chose the latter. My nature hates ignoring shady shit.
Creeeak—...
Silver tools, op table—standard OR gleam.
Squelch—! Squelch—! Squelch—!
"Huff—! Huff—!!"
Turn head—
"Oho—! You came after all!"
Dr. Jang, naked, grinning sleazily at me. Below: pregnant woman's legs splayed on delivery chair, his lower half thrusting wildly.
"..!!"
Too shocked to think, body frozen, right?
"Hup—! Huff..! Wait a sec, gotta bust one first!"
This was it. My respected genius raping a pregnant patient—with drugs, no consent.
"Wh-what the hell are you doing!?"
He's no doctor—a monster perv.
"Urgh.. said wait.."
Shuddering, groaning, he pulled out slow.
Schlorp—..!
Pantsless, his cock dangled—foam-coated horror. "Tuned": tube-bulge under glans, beads embedded shaft.
"Kyaa?!"
Screamed, averted eyes—
Whirl—!
Stared him down.
"I-I'm reporting you!"
Phone out, dialed 112 fast. Showed screen, backed away slow—lest he lunge.
"Report? Hmm. Wouldn't if I were you.."
Casual monster vibe terrified me, heart pounding wild.
...But a criminal like that... can't let slide..!
Swoosh—
He raised hand—small remote.
Beep.
Clunk—.
Door locked.
"Hik?!"
Clunk—clunk—clunk—
Yank handle—stuck.
Fwsh—!
Something activated. Turned—
Main OR monitor: a woman riding cowgirl, moaning cheap.
Pale skin, back-arched climax—hair navy like mine..?
[Haaa.. haaang.. ahng..]
Lewd face I'd never worn.
That's... me?
"By midnight tonight. If I don't get home, that video blasts every sharing site. Want that, little nurse?"
Realization hit: from day one, I was trapped in his swamp. No escape.