Corruption! The Futanari Female Doctor!
"D-Do you think I'll give in to a threat like that? Besides, that video's obviously manipulated or deepfaked!!"
It was impossible for that woman in the video—moaning lewdly, bucking her hips mindlessly in ecstasy—to be me. With that unshakable conviction, I screamed at Jang Ilhu.
"Manipulated? A threat? Ha! Hahaha!"
"..."
I glared at him, pulling the most disgusted face I could muster as he suddenly burst into laughter.
"Does our Nurse Han really think the woman in that video isn't her? Hmm?"
"Of course! There's no way I'd ever...!"
I've never had sex even once. So there's no way I'd fuck a man like that.
Simple logic.
"Sure, given Nurse Han's personality, you'd think that. But you know... that woman in the video is definitely you. Just one dose of a hallucinogen to cloud the mind, and she falls apart like that. Clearly, she was a slut deep down from the start, right? Nurse Han?"
"L-Lies!"
No way the words of a pervert like that could be true! Just one hallucinogen turning her into that? It had to be an aphrodisiac or some heat-inducing drug. Or the video itself is fake...!
Riiiing—!
I couldn't stand sharing the same air with this pervert anymore, let alone talking to him.
"I've called the police... Don't even think about trying anything stupid...!"
Worried he might pounce while the call connected, I flashed him the screen showing the outgoing call to the police.
"Go ahead, report it. But do you know, Nurse Han? The video I took has all your personal info displayed. Oh dear, what would your parents say if they saw their daughter living such a promiscuous life...?"
"...Sorry. Wrong number."
"Huh?"
Click.
I hung up the police call. But... still...
Thud...
"Sob... Hic... Sniff..."
I can't let Mom and Dad see something like that...
"You rotten... filthy scum...!"
Even as rage boiled inside me, powerless in this situation, I spat curses at Jang Ilhu while glaring daggers.
"Ahh—I've got a great assistant now. The other nurses have empty heads, you see. That's why I 'chose' Nurse Han."
Chose? I didn't come here by my own will—I was chosen?
"Nurse Han must've agonized between the university hospital and my hospital, right? Experience points to the university, but the genius me offering to mentor your studies was too tempting?"
He stared straight at me with eyes that knew everything.
"And that's because... Nurse Han admires Florence Nightingale, doesn't she?"
"...!"
My breath caught. I'd only ever talked about admiring Nightingale back in high school. In nursing school, I kept to myself, buried in studies—no personal chit-chat. How did this perverted rapist know that?
"Of course, investigating my future assistant is basic. I know Nurse Han far better than she thinks. I even know she'll feel extreme disgust for the things I'll make her do... Heh heh."
I'm scared. Terrifying, because I know he's a genius.
Step. Step.
Jang Ilhu approached slowly.
"Clean up properly."
Tap. Tap.
He patted my shoulder as he said it.
Clank... creak... click!
The moment the door opened and closed...
Thud!
"Hic... Sniff... Bleeech...!"
My legs gave out, and I collapsed, tears streaming as I dry-heaved. This inescapable hell was so revolting it made me want to puke.
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Months passed after that.
"Nurse Han. Today's patient is Park Hye-yeon... Get her ready."
Jang Ilhu treated me like his underling.
Squish—! Squish—!
And he kept raping the pregnant women who came to the OB-GYN.
If Jang Ilhu were just some ordinary doctor, he'd have been caught long ago. But he wasn't.
"Nurse Han, administer 'that'."
Before raping a pregnant patient, he'd have me inject his special anesthetic he'd developed.
This drug acted like a general anesthetic on the upper body—clouding cognition into a daze—while numbing sensation in the lower body. It could've won awards if submitted to the medical world. But he used it only for rape. I couldn't comprehend it.
Anyway, the key issue was...
"Administer it. Nurse Han."
He always made me inject the patient. Clearly intending to make me an accomplice, burdening me with guilt.
But I couldn't resist. He had that video of me.
"U-Unh... Is that an injection? What kind?"
The patient eyed the syringe I'd prepared and asked.
I lied with a smile. "When we examine sensitive areas like the genitals or anus, it might be uncomfortable... This'll make the checkup more relaxing."
I'd just drugged a woman about to be raped. A total betrayal of the righteous nurse I'd dreamed of becoming, the vow to help the suffering...
"Why?! Why do this!? If you just need to get off, date someone! Or hire a hooker...!"
When the guilt finally overflowed and I confronted him...
"No. It's because they're pregnant that it's special."
"What nonsense is that!?"
"Do you know what I dream of, Nurse Han?"
I don't care about a pervert's dreams.
"Implanting my genes into as many fetuses as possible. Epigenetic imprinting... A uterus that's already received semen from multiple males will still pass on the first recorded genes to the baby, even if impregnated later. You know this?"
"That's... all nonsense! Unproven in medicine..."
"It happens in other animals. Anyway, I'm experimenting to apply it to humans—ejaculating into the womb post-impregnation to overwrite the genes."
"Why... why would you do that!?"
Horrified by this profane act of overwriting someone else's fetus with his genes, I demanded.
"Because I realized it. What's the greatest pleasure for a male? Obviously, propagating his genes en masse. Sure, surrogates or paying hookers work, but those kids rarely grow up normal. So I implant mine into fetuses from stable homes! A bit unethical, but high chance of healthy growth."
"And cleanup's tidy..."
With those final words, he dropped his pants to rape the anesthetized mother again.
Squish—! Squish—!
Watching, I realized: Jang Ilhu was a genius and a madman. He couldn't be left unchecked...
"Nurse Han. Prep the drug."
As usual, I prepared the anesthetic at his order. But this time, I diluted it—weaker effect. So the mother might wake mid-rape, exposing him.
"Here, Doctor."
I handed him the vial. He always had me inject, but mixed the reagent himself.
Thump-thump.
My heart raced. But if it's just diluted, he won't notice...
"Hm."
He held the vial to his eye, tilting and swirling it.
Swoosh.
"Get another."
He shoved the diluted vial back at me.
"Is... something wrong?"
My heart pounded wildly as I asked.
"I said get another?"
Irritated, no explanation, he tossed the vial.
I retreated to the storage room.
He must've suspected something else. Yeah.
I diluted it again and returned.
"Here, Doctor."
Swoosh.
He took it and...
"Nurse Han. How many pharma trials do you think I ran developing this reagent?"
"P-Pardon?"
"Don't pull stupid stunts. Mix it right—weaker concentration, different weight and feel."
"...!"
His inhuman sensitivity caught it. After that, thoughts of resisting faded; fear of Jang Ilhu only grew.
One day, Jang Ilhu announced he'd visit my home—where I lived alone.
Absolutely not. Even if it kills me. No.
Until now, he'd only fucked pregnant women, never touched me. But the video showed me with a man presumed to be him. Alone at home? He might rape me.
"Y-Yes... Understood."
But I had no right to refuse. Beyond the video, failed resistances had left me mentally broken.
"So this is Nurse Han's home."
He entered my sole sanctuary like he owned it.
Creeak—click.
Creeak—click.
Rummaging every room like it was his...
Left alone in the kitchen, I...
"..."
Glanced over and spotted a kitchen knife.
This demon... I have to kill him, even if it dirties my hands.
A voice urged me relentlessly.
The bedroom door he entered opened inward. Hide by the wall, stab his back when he emerges—man-woman strength gap or not, it might work.
"I... I have to do it... It's the only way to wash away my sins."
Muttering, trembling hands gripped the knife handle.
Whoosh—
The moment I grasped it, the shakes vanished; exhilaration surged—I could do this.
Step-step.
I stood by the closed bedroom door's wall, knife ready.
Creeak...
Step-step—
The door opened; Jang Ilhu emerged, back turned...
Aiming for the heart's anatomical spot...
"DIE—!!!"
Slash—!!
Thud...!
Stabbed...? No, not flesh-ripping... like poking something blunt.
Clang...!
"Wha... whaa?!"
As he turned, I dropped the knife, mouthing how?
"Mm... Even with the stab vest, it stings a bit."
St-stab vest?!
As I gaped...
"I figured Nurse Han might try something... And here we are."
"Ahh..."
He reads me completely. This man... everything I do...!
Thud...!
Can't escape. Can't flee this demon. Forever...
"Don't even think suicide. I've got 'eyes' everywhere. Got it, Nurse Han?"
"..."
He left me collapsed and shaking, his signature laugh echoing—
Riiiing—clank.
—as he exited my home.
After that day, I gave up completely.
"Help... Someone help..."
Paranoid about his "eyes"—CCTV—I couldn't relax or sleep at home.
"Teacher Han, you okay lately? Your complexion looks awful..."
Even the hospital nurses who hated me and ignored me approached, concerned.
I said I was fine, checked the bathroom mirror.
"...Me?"
A haggard woman stared back: sunken cheeks, shadowed eyes, lifeless gaze. Like a dying person.
Yes... I'm paying for my sins. Aiding the demon, creating more victims...
"Today we'll run some experiments. Nurse Han, stay late. Might need help."
But I couldn't escape this demon.
Waiting alone outside the procedure room on his orders...
Crash... thud...!
A collapse from inside Jang Ilhu's room.
What happened? Something to him? He'd anticipate even that, but...
I approached the door, hopeful.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
"Director...? Director Jang Ilhu?"
No response.
Creeak—
"I'm coming in..."
Opening the door...
Cold, metallic procedure room, equipment everywhere.
"...Director?"
Under the surgical table lined with reagents: his white coat, slumped empty. Eerily like the man vanished.
Only one exit—back to the waiting room I'd come from.
Disappeared mid-weird experiment? That'd be great.
Step. Step.
Approaching the coat...
Rustle...
Something there?
Rustle—rustle—!
Suddenly—!
"Kyaa?!"
An ivory flesh-toned something reared up.
Wriggle—wriggle—two round sack-like masses as "legs," central rod standing rigid.
That looks just like... Jang Ilhu's tuned cock?
The thought hit as—
Splurt—!!!
Yellowish fluid shot from the glans tip toward me.
Splat—!!
"Hiiik?!"
No time to dodge; the water-pistol spray coated my face.
Riiiing...
"...!"
Tinnitus rang; my body froze solid.
Squelch—squelch—the grotesque dick-thing approached, balls jiggling like legs.