The Double Dose Deception
Jenny Windfield had been closely observing Min-ho for several days at the academy of the fallen Hailum Kingdom. But she gleaned no useful information. He still took his EDP-427 right on schedule, and when skirmishes with the rebels broke out, he charged ahead fiercer than anyone. His actions were those of an exemplary agent, plain for all to see. He even seemed more outstanding as an agent than she was now.
Just as she began doubting whether the scene she'd witnessed a few days ago had been a hallucination, Min-ho sustained an injury during a clash with the rebels. There had been a rebel weapons cache hidden near the engagement zone, and it detonated massively in response to the superpower he unleashed. Fortunately, Jenny and Min-ho reacted swiftly enough to prevent a catastrophe, but flying shrapnel tore a gash in his arm anyway.
Even amid her worry for him, Jenny couldn't shake the nagging question of what his furrowed brow truly meant.
"I'll help you."
"Thank you."
Min-ho silently accepted her touch. With a sharp rip, Jenny tore open his uniform at the wound site and used a standard-issue tourniquet to staunch the bleeding from his arm. The rock-hard feel of his arm transmitted through her fingertips. For some reason, she felt heat rising in her body. This symptom she'd noticed over the past few days intensified the more she touched him—especially when helping relieve his side effects, when an itchy sensation stirred in her lower body...
She flinched, suddenly realizing she'd been gripping his already-treated arm too long, and turned her head away. She didn't want him catching on to these unfamiliar symptoms plaguing her.
Had Jenny looked at Min-ho instead of turning away, she might have glimpsed the smile she'd been desperate to confirm again.
"Let's head back and go straight to the infirmary."
"Understood."
The two hurried back to the academy to treat the wound before infection could set in. As always, the infirmary prickled the nose with the scent of antiseptics, where Mariel waited in her white coat.
"Lie down here."
As Min-ho reclined against the bed, Mariel began treating him mechanically—checking the wound, disinfecting, and suturing.
"The quick first aid kept the blood loss minimal."
Mariel's words made Jenny's chest tingle oddly for some reason. It was her first taste of pride. These inexplicable sensations had been cropping up more lately, feeling foreign yet not entirely unwelcome.
Then she noticed Mariel drawing Min-ho's blood after finishing the treatment—a routine part of the procedure.
The words slipped from Jenny's mouth unbidden.
"Can I see the blood test results too? As his agent partner, I want to check if there's anything off with him."
"Of course."
She'd tacked on the excuse in a fluster, but Mariel accepted without protest. They had to wait a bit anyway to avoid reopening the wound if Min-ho moved too soon, and the test finished quickly. Mariel reviewed the printout first, then handed it to Jenny.
Confronted with a jumble of charts, numbers, and incomprehensible terms, Jenny was at a loss for words.
"......No abnormalities?"
"What kind of abnormality do you mean?"
"Well, the values and such."
She hemmed and hawed, reluctant to outright ask if he seemed to be skipping his EDP-427 doses. But Mariel ignored her evasion and addressed the elephant in the room directly.
"There is one unusual aspect."
"Which one?"
"The EDP-427 blood concentration."
Tension etched across Jenny's face.
'So he really isn't taking it?'
But the response that came was the polar opposite of what she'd expected, leaving her momentarily stunned.
"It's about double the normal level."
"Double... you say?"
"Yes."
Mariel scanned the chart in her hand with impassive eyes.
"It looks like he either ignored the single-dose limit or dosed more frequently than intended, perhaps mistaking the timing."
"......Is that a problem?"
At Jenny's question, Mariel glanced at the reclining Min-ho.
"For an ordinary person, it could cause dizziness, vomiting, convulsions, and the like. But Mr. Min-ho Moralis is exceptional in many ways, so it's hard to say definitively. No outward symptoms have appeared, so he should be fine for now."
"Understood."
At this point, Jenny had no choice but to accept the results. What she'd seen a few days ago must have been a mistake. Perhaps it even tied into her own recent odd physical state. She opened her mouth to consult Mariel about it.
"Then, while we're at the infirmary, could I get a check-up too..."
"Looks like I'm all patched up. Time to head out."
Just before she could request her own blood draw, Min-ho cut in.
"Thanks for the treatment. We'll be going now."
"Avoid strenuous activity for a while."
Caught in his gentle yet firm grip on her arm, Jenny found herself swept out of the infirmary almost against her will.
Alone in the hallway, she called out his rudeness.
"What was that?"
"Seems like using my power earlier triggered the side effects again."
She flinched at his words, forgetting her anger in an instant. Her gaze flicked surreptitiously to his crotch.
"Will you help?"
"......Fine. To my room."
She nodded readily at his now-assumed request.
......
'Whew... that was close.'
I'd nearly let Jenny's blood test happen right there in the infirmary. A few days ago, I'd swapped the contents of her pillbox—the ones she was dutifully taking—with fake EDP-427s I'd snatched from some old man. It almost got exposed.
Mariel had been swayed by Leyton and joined the rebels' side, but who knew what her stance was now? One wrong move, and she could've reported me.
Good thing I dragged Jenny out by force.
I looked down.
"Slurp... haah... smack... kiss..."
There was Jenny, face buried in my lower half. Her deep ocean-blue hair swayed with her motions. A tear trembled pitifully at the corner of her eye, her throat taking my member all the way down.
Getting serviced by a nude beauty was always a thrill, no matter how many times. She seemed oblivious to it herself, but a faint blush colored her cheeks.
'Worth the time invested in conditioning her.'
The fake drugs had restored some of her emotions. She'd just forgotten how to express them, but she was already feeling sexual desire. Watching her diligently suck my cock with that flushed yet expressionless face stirred an intoxicating sense of taboo.
A surge built up.
"Ngh...!"
"Gulp... gulp... pfft...! Haah... haah..."
Semen she couldn't swallow in time splattered across her body. Sitting back on her heels, she turned her head slightly.
Today was the payoff for all that patient effort.
"Jenny sunbae."
"Slurrrp... Hm?"
"You've had a tough day too, sunbae, so let me take care of it."
"Slurp... Okay, got it."
I swiftly laid her flat on the bed.
"Mmgh?!"
Under my piercing gaze, she—who'd normally stay still—unconsciously covered her privates without realizing it.
"On your stomach."
"......"
Her pupils quivered at my curt command. Eyes squeezed shut in a mix of thrill and fear, she shifted position. Her glutinous rice cake-like ass and the straight slit nestled between came into full view, already slick and glistening. Probably aroused from the fellatio.
I dragged my tongue from bottom to top along that slit. Freshly showered, there was no odor.
"Hngh...!"
She twitched at my breath and tongue on her folds. I toyed with her clit below, then probed inside, drawing out more and more nectar.
"Huu... haah..."
Her face slackened halfway, tongue lolling out from parted lips.
Sensing she was ready, I straightened up and aimed my shaft at her entrance.
Squelch.
"Khng...! Mmph...!"
She buried her face in the bed, moaning at the alien intrusion. The tight pressure on my lower half nearly made me groan involuntarily. A trained body like hers gripped differently.
I held still for her to adjust, then began thrusting.
Squelch-squelch.
"S-slowly... just a bit...! Haaahk...! Hiiik...!"
Her pleas came too late. I couldn't resist the chewy bounce of her ass and thighs with each piston. I shook my hips harder. Love juices sprayed from her slick pussy. Neither of us cared that the bedsheet beneath was soaking through.
"Hnnngh... what... is this...! Feels so weird...!"
Her eyes rolled back as she raced toward climax, tongue out, drool dripping unchecked.
Slap-slap.
Our drenched lowers slapped wetly with every thrust.
"Haaaaang......!"
"Hmph...!"
Spurt-spurt-squirt.
Jenny squirted massively in orgasm. I buried myself to the hilt inside her and unleashed my load.
Spurt-spurt.
"Hieee... haah... haah..."
The overwhelming stimulation blew her mental fuses; she passed out.
Savoring the afterglow, I pumped three more loads into her unconscious depths before collapsing beside her and drifting off.
The next morning, as I rose to shower first, Jenny called out.
"Min-ho Moralis."
"Yes?"
"What did you do to me?"
Her serious tone clashed lewdly with the semen trickling down between her legs.
