Chapter 27
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 27
Chapter Title: Chapter 27
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 27
Chapter Title: Refreshed Awakening and Special Service
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"Then today, I'll give you fainting orgasms to your heart's content. Feel free to look forward to it."
Although I'd become the caregiver for all three of them, there really wasn't much for me to do in that role.
All three were S-rank Awakeners, so they didn't need help with bodily functions, and the top-tier artifacts built into the hospital room handled all their nutritional needs.
That meant I was the only staff needed to look after three patients—and even I was little more than window dressing.
They were heroes who'd saved the world, after all. They needed at least one caregiver on hand.
I hadn't known this, but Nis from the Central Intelligence Department told me that people who worked in the national public Awakener-exclusive emergency room were hailed in society as paragons of self-sacrifice.
I'm just an F-rank grunt, but to the public eye, I'd look like the perfect volunteer attendant for heroes worthy of the highest honors. That's why they stuck me in here.
That's right. I was assigned as this hospital room's caregiver purely for show to the outside world.
For as long as those three didn't wake up. Forever, basically.
If I hadn't had the Status Window ability, I probably would've spent my entire life killing time in this boring room until I went insane and killed myself—or just gave up and withered away to old age.
If not that, then maybe I'd have... No, with May Luina, who couldn't even twitch a finger... Nah, forget her. Dain Adamas instead? No, that's even worse. Yeah, Mir Ryuin. Mir Ryuin would be...
"Hm, if they'd died, I never would've even thought about jumping all three."
Psychologically and ethically impossible, you could say.
My conscience wouldn't let me assault a vegetable, and jumping those three would've been mentally impossible anyway.
Without the Status Window—without even knowing about the curse—if I'd become their caregiver, I'd have just hated everything about them.
Just seeing their faces would've made my blood boil; no way I'd have dreamed of satisfying my sexual urges with any of them.
Of course, once the Status Window let me check their conditions and we started talking, and I got their full consent for anything under the guise of treatment before laying hands on their bodies, most of that physiological and psychological discomfort faded away.
There's a world of difference between never knowing someone at all and having even a single experience with them.
Now, I'd experienced the insanely arousing bodies of all three—and if a situation arose where sex became unavoidable...
"Hm, I'd probably convince myself a dozen times over that this was just medical treatment, that I wasn't thinking anything dirty, that losing my virginity had nothing to do with it, that it was all unavoidable for healing purposes—then ram my rock-hard Stay Mk. II through each of their hymens."
To me, the guy whose day was utterly ruined the moment those three popped out of their dreams, even having thoughts like that showed just how powerful a first experience could be.
Of course, my "first experiences" were just kneading their tits a bit, developing their Portio erogenous zones, smacking their asses until a finger slipped into their super-responsive pink anuses that clamped down tight at the slightest touch—that was it. Not even half a real first time. But still, I'd had my firsts, and they'd changed me a lot.
I'd even overcome a bit of my trauma toward May Luina, Dain Adamas, and Mir Ryuin. If that's a positive change, then yeah, positive.
"Of course, once treatment's done, it'll all be like it never happened."
Life in this hospital room would remain only in my memories and theirs.
Actually, no. Those three would probably forget it all. It might end up as just my memory.
That thought brought a fleeting pang of emptiness and futility to my chest—but it really was just a moment, soon swallowed whole by a wave of relief.
Because the day they opened their eyes would be the day I finally reclaimed my own life.
The dream I'd chased for four years—barely sleeping, pushing my body to the brink—would come true that day. The same day I'd part ways with those three.
Thinking about it like that filled me with premature relief, even though I had no clue when it would happen.
"If just imagining it feels this liberating, how amazing will the real thing be?"
I hoped that day would come soon—one day sooner—the day my dream came true. The day those three woke up.
"Which means I need to pour everything into treating them."
In the VVIP special hospital room, there was a small studio-style private quarters for the caregiver.
This personal room was ten times better than my rundown, filthy, cramped love hotel crash pad.
Here, I began studying how to utterly wreck those three—no, how to treat them as efficiently as possible.
With my natural talent, adding expert knowledge would obviously accelerate the healing.
"Alright, starting with May Luina tomorrow. First up: May Luina-exclusive tit-wrecking techniques..."
It was going to be a long night.
"...Haaah. Ow, slept like a rock. How long's it been since I slept this deeply?"
The cheap mattress in my love hotel room had rusty springs poking out everywhere—you had to cover them with blankets just to lie down without getting stabbed. Compared to that, the caregiver bed in here was the real deal, built for perfect sleep.
It molded perfectly to my body's contours the moment I lay down, lulling me into instant sweet slumber with its terrifying magic. Last night, I hit the bed, closed my eyes, and set a new personal record by passing out immediately.
Waking from that deep sleep, I felt so refreshed it made me wonder if I'd ever woken up this invigorated in my life. A perfect morning.
User's fatigue has been fully recovered.
Yang Energy is completely replenished.
Yeah—even the Status Window announced my fatigue recovery and full Yang Energy recharge.
"Waking up overflowing with energy like this... it's been forever. I think I get what 'Yang Energy fully charged' means now."
Satisfied with the perfect morning, I stretched my waist and shoulders when a sudden question popped into my head.
"But this Yang Energy thing—was it fully charged yesterday too? I felt like I was dying of exhaustion until then. Is Yang Energy unrelated to fatigue?"
The moment that question crossed my mind, a small alert window appeared before my eyes.
Confirmed user's query. Retrieving yesterday's data.
Yesterday, user's stored Yang Energy was approximately 10%.
Yang Energy is proportional to the user's physical condition; better condition increases both capacity and reserves.
"...Wow."
Looks like today's treatment for May Luina wouldn't end with just one or two fainting orgasms.
Clack.
"Good morning. I'm here."
Confirmed user's intent.
Can hear target's inner thoughts within a set distance.
Feeling great thanks to my peak condition, my mood was upbeat too—so I tossed out a cheerful morning greeting I wouldn't normally bother with as I entered May Luina's room.
(Ah, you're here? Good morning, Stay. I've been waiting for you.)
True to form as the most humane of the three, May Luina welcomed me warmly.
I'd never gotten a greeting like that working the ER, so I forgot who she was for a second and smiled.
But only for a moment. I remembered she was May Luina—the one who'd treated a total stranger like an Emotional Trash Can for her convenience—and wondered why she'd greet me so happily. My delight turned to wariness.
"You've been waiting? For me? Why? You like getting treated by me that much?"
Common sense said there was no way May Luina enjoyed baring her tits to the lowly man she'd used as an emotional dump and letting him grope them wildly.
She was so prematurely sensitive she climaxed from just tit play, but sensitivity and perversion were different beasts.
So I eyed her warily—no reason for her to welcome me—and fired off my question.
(Of course! In this state, I can't even sleep. All I can do is zone out or think random thoughts. So naturally, I'm thrilled when Stay—you're the only one who can talk to me—shows up...)
"Ah."
Her unexpected answer made me nod.
Yeah, May Luina had been isolated for a whole month—no interactions, trapped in total darkness, drowning in loneliness.
When I first opened her Status Window, the current condition section was a laundry list of negatives: extreme loneliness, depression, despair, regret. She was a wreck.
The first thing she "said" to me via mind-reading had been sobs, so no need to elaborate.
For May Luina, who'd been crying inwardly for a month from sheer loneliness, my sudden appearance as her one means of communication had to feel like a godsend.
Sure, I'd groped her tits out of nowhere and made her—a virgin—climax in a total mess. But her longing for human contact outweighed the shame.
Thinking it over like that, her warm welcome made perfect sense.
She can't even sleep in that state. Felt like twice the time subjectively, huh.
Even knowing it was May Luina, her situation stirred pity in me.
"Okay then. Today, I'll give you fainting orgasms to your heart's content. Feel free to look forward to it."
So I decided on a special service: fainting orgasms today on par with the deep sleep I'd gotten last night.
(Why the hell does it always end up with me getting wrecked?!)
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