[Third Tale] Corruption! The Futanari Doctor!
"I'm really surprised, you know? Our little Han nurse... no, I guess I should call you Dr. Han now? I never imagined that young kid I saw back then would come back as a proper doctor like this."
"Yes... I didn't expect this either, ma'am."
"Hehe. It's a good thing. The OB-GYN field is short-staffed right now anyway."
Clink. At Sena's response, the middle-aged female doctor with graying hair set down her teacup.
"By the way... the one who merged with you is Dr. Jang Ilhu, right?"
The middle-aged doctor, Kang Suja, glanced over her glasses at the bulging erection subtly tenting Sena's skirt, her words hanging in the air.
Twitch. Sena's body jolted slightly.
'Jang Ilhu's memories have no record of collaborating with Dr. Kang Suja... So she really did get me into his hospital out of pure goodwill.'
"Y-yes. It just... happened."
"I never would've guessed you two would end up like that. But it's for the best. Someone like you, Dr. Han, who wants to make a positive impact in the medical field, fused with Dr. Jang Ilhu and his brilliant medical knowledge. You two will surely help each other out a lot."
"Haha..."
Sena could only force a laugh at Kang Suja's words, saying nothing more.
"But why did you suddenly decide to hand over the hospital, ma'am?"
"Oh, the hospital? Well... I'm getting on in years, and I want to take it easy. Plus, I've had some thoughts lately..."
"Thoughts?"
"Mm. The patients' conditions have changed so much. As a doctor, you should understand your patients better than they understand themselves, right? But I'm fundamentally different from them."
"Differ... Ah!"
Sena had been about to ask what she meant by "different," but then she caught the scent of an "ordinary woman" wafting from Kang Suja, who had entrusted her with the hospital earlier. She understood instantly.
"In that sense, Han nurse... no, Dr. Han, you'll definitely make a better doctor than I ever could."
"Thank you for saying that."
"Hehe. Oh, right! Since you're here, why don't you say hello to the hospital staff before you go? Dr. Han."
"There are people waiting outside for me..."
"It's break time right now, so they'll all be in the lounge. It won't take long."
At Kang Suja's subtle urging,
"Alright. I'll just pop in for a quick greeting, then."
Sena nodded and rose to follow her.
"That patient right before lunch was no joke~"
"Aaah, that one? She even groped my ass!"
As they approached the open lounge without doors, two nurses chatting animatedly at the front table came into view, along with a cluster of pink-uniformed nurses huddled on the far sofa.
'They're all wearing skirts...'
Sena thought as she scanned the room, her gaze halting on the black bob-cut nurse and the wavy brown-haired one in the corner of the sofa.
'The one I met this morning... Park Ara, was it?'
She remembered the name from the familiar face she'd already seen once.
Clap!
"Okay, everyone, listen up!"
At that moment, Kang Suja clapped her hands beside her, drawing the nurses' attention.
Whoosh!
"D-Director!"
"Sorry to interrupt your break. But I really wanted to introduce someone~"
The nurses shot to their feet at the director's appearance. Kang Suja waved it off like a regular auntie.
"This is Dr. Han, Han Sena. She's the new owner and director of this hospital!"
She gestured to Sena beside her.
"Hello!"
"Please take care of us!"
The nurses greeted her almost in unison.
"I should be the one saying that. Let's all do our best going forward."
Sena bowed once, then swept her cool, composed gaze over them in response.
'Whoa... she's intense.'
'Not the friendly type. This could be trouble.'
That was the general assessment of Sena from the nurses.
A young female doctor with a cold, haughty air.
Grind— Grind—
Her tight black miniskirt even had a clear bulge protruding from the middle, unmistakably an erection.
It screamed overflowing lust to anyone who looked.
Slurp...
'Pretty face and a big dick? Maybe I should hit on her.'
'Make that face cry on my cock... or get pounded by that icy expression... Ugh, just imagining it gets me hard.'
The futanarian nurses, who made up most of the staff, stared mesmerized at the shape of Sena's tuned erection tenting her skirt. Like males courting a female in heat, they blushed, got erect themselves, and subtly thrust their crotches forward to show off their own cock sizes.
'She looks... super horny...'
'What if she makes weird demands?'
The few ordinary female nurses, including Ara and Da Jeong, worried that their new boss—a futanarian director who seemed intensely sexual and domineering—might sexually harass them like the futanarian nurses or patients did.
"Dr. Han, do you have anything else to say to your new colleagues? Something beyond 'please take care of me,' like rules you want them to strictly follow?"
The former director, handling the handover, gave Sena a chance to assert herself against any potential cliques.
"I do have one thing."
Click. Sena took a step toward the nurses.
"I see some of you wearing pants, others skirts. I'd like uniforms standardized."
Her first demand to the nurses: unify their attire.
Swish. One futanarian nurse in a pink skirt, her crotch bulging with erection, raised her hand.
"Yes. What is it?"
Sena pointed and addressed her.
"Does that mean we're all wearing skirts?"
The futanarian nurse deliberately pointed to her own bulging crotch as she asked Sena, thrusting it forward with a seductive smile—a clear attempt at temptation.
"No. Uniforms will be pants."
Sena's tone grew a touch colder as she stared the nurse straight in the face.
'They're all in heat. Just like the facility staff.'
The reason? Sena, who had never masturbated or had sex, was always suppressing her urges. The nurses' skirts, exposing their legs, left her nowhere to rest her eyes.
"Ah... Okay."
With those few words, Sena doused the aroused futanarian nurses' excitement.
"Thank you all for your time today, Director."
"Sure thing~ Starting next week, you're the director, Dr. Han. Good luck! Everyone, do your best~"
Sena left the hospital amid farewells from former director Kang Suja and the awkward nurses. ====
"Drop me off here."
"Yes, Doctor Han."
Screech— At Sena's words, the officials pulled up in front of the mansion.
"Need help with the luggage?"
"No, I didn't bring much out."
Sena politely declined the futanarian official and pulled out her small carry-on, stepping from the car.
"Thank you for your service this past year, Dr. Han Sena."
"No, thank you... for the rides every vacation."
Salute! Sena returned the special facility official's salute with a bright smile.
Vroom— She watched the Carnival drive away, then slowly turned.
"Back again..."
She tilted her chin up to gaze at the towering mansion in the middle of the residential neighborhood.
'Jang Ilhu's mansion...'
They'd demolished Jang Ilhu's hospital without a trace, but this mansion where he'd lived couldn't be torn down.
Click— Click— Sena walked slowly.
Beep— She entered the passcode at the iron gate and stepped inside.
Screech— Click.
Beep beep— Hearing the lock engage behind her, she crossed the short path as lights automatically flickered on.
Click. Sena opened the front door into the mansion.
Creeak.
The door swung slowly open, revealing the interior: spacious yet lively with potted plants and paintings, wooden furniture filling the space warmly.
'It used to be all white when I first came...'
Inherited from Jang Ilhu, the mansion had felt uninhabited back then—empty of furniture, just white wallpaper and items everywhere.
'I hated it, so I remodeled everything.'
Wanting to live here, she'd overhauled it all, erasing Jang Ilhu's traces as much as possible.
Thud— Thud— And the reason she'd chosen to live in this place she loathed and despised.
Swish. She pulled a few books from the study shelf.
Rumble... The massive bookshelf parted sideways, revealing a passage to an inner chamber.
Whoooosh... Cold air flowed from a lab-like space unfit for a home interior. Metal tables like lab benches lined it, topped with research equipment and climate-controlled boxes storing reagents.
'Because of this place...'
She couldn't sell or give away the mansion.
'...All these reagents would revolutionize medicine.'
The genius Jang Ilhu's secret developments were stored here. Special anesthetics used to rape pregnant women, gene-altering drugs from human experiments—exposure would mean unavoidable punishment.
—To be used properly, not like some pervert...!
One issue: most drugs targeted female physiology.
Potent aphrodisiacs and date-rape drugs, lactation inducers for non-lactating women, breast/butt enlargers, even hymen regrowers via cell regeneration.
A normal person might think a pervert made them for lust, but Sena, inheriting Jang Ilhu's memories, knew why.
'To overwrite fetuses' genes with his own...'
Jang Ilhu had obsessively researched female reproductive systems.
Beep— Sena adjusted the storage periods on the climate boxes to extend shelf life.
Whirr— Thud. She left the secret lab and headed to the shower.
Thud... Stripping naked, she entered the bathroom.
Thud...
"..."
She paused at the mirror's reflection: her rigidly erect cock and swollen balls.
Whoosh— Then casually turned on the shower and began washing her body.
Face, hair, whole body, and... Twitch— Twitch— her throbbing manhood too.
"...Ngh."
It was the organ of someone she despised, not something she wanted to touch. But as an OB-GYN nurse, hygiene mattered. She slowly washed the tuned erect cock.
Grind... Orphanage circumcision left the red glans fully exposed.
Bulge— Bulge— Below, tubes slightly thicker than the glans, made of flesh.
Squish... Soft to the touch yet unyieldingly firm even under pressure. Originally silicone, now replaced by muscle during parasitic melting.
Bump... Bump... Bump... Beneath, BB pellet-sized, bumpy beads. Not silver balls, but natural protrusions: soft flaccid, metal-hard erect for vaginal stimulation.
"Ngh... Ah..."
Just cleaning it stirred masturbation urges.
'Jerking off... would feel amazing.'
Her clumsy first time had been euphoric. Now, handling futanarian patients' ejaculations at the facility had honed her skills to near-professional.
"It'd feel so good... but."
Swish. With iron will, Sena pulled her hand away, turning the erect cock toward the toilet.
Trickle— Hiss—
"Hoo..."
And out came the piss.
Gush gush gush—!
Even erect, it sprayed forcefully, semen-mixed and semi-transparent white.
Drip... Drip...
"Hooo..."
After nearly overflowing the toilet, the urges subsided. Sena rinsed the glans and urethra, finishing her shower.
Swish— Draped in a large white towel, she dried her hair and headed upstairs to the bedroom.
Creeak— Opening the only wooden door revealed a vast room unlike the furnished first floor: just a huge bed.
Oddly, the neatly made bed had only a pillow—no blanket.
Swish— Sans pajamas or underwear, Sena lay on the bed.
Swish. She draped her white towel over her upright crotch.
Naturally erect, it tented the towel higher than any man's.
'A bit taller now...?'
The thought passed; she placed both hands on her stomach and closed her eyes.
This was Han Sena's usual sleep pose. Nightly wet dreams soaked everything in semen—no clothes or blankets possible.
Twitch— Twitch... Her only counter: towel over crotch or condom. She preferred the former over condom stuffiness.
Snore... Snore... Her breathing shallowed in the dark room.
Drift... As sleep claimed her, she awoke elsewhere.
Everything pink-tinged, filled with stimulating hues.
'Here again...'
But the place was all too familiar. In reality, demolished: Jang Ilhu's OB-GYN procedure room.
Every dream, she awoke here—Twitch!
A hole in one wall.
Squelch... Squelch... A pregnant woman's lower body protruded, legs splayed M-wide on a delivery chair, always in that spot.