25th Rule: Diligent Fellatio When Checking a Patient's Health
25th Rule: When checking a patient's health, give them a diligent blowjob.
I, Noehun, never made a single friend in college either.
Staying up all night drinking with buddies to build unbreakable bonds, or going on sweet, flirty dates with the campus beauty queen—those were just another fantasy world, utterly impossible for a total loner like me.
Having been a timid, hopeless nerd all through school, even college brought no change to my bitter reality.
And so, I grew into an adult who couldn't fit in anywhere—a perfect outcast.
This happened on a day when I'd grown sick of eating in the bathroom stalls.
I'd hypnotized myself into believing I wasn't lonely even on my own, and was forcing my eyes onto my smartphone amid the bustling campus cafeteria, pretending to eat solo without a care.
"Yehoon... right?"
She was the most popular girl in our major. I couldn't remember her name.
Out of nowhere, she called my name, flashed an awkward smile, and set her tray down in front of me.
"We're in the same class and year... Mind if I join you here?"
A sudden invitation from a smiling beauty to share a table. Was my long-dreamed college life of roses finally unfolding?
Any other loser might've imagined that.
But veteran loners like me come equipped with razor-sharp self-awareness.
I eyed her warily as she tucked her hair behind her ear and approached without hesitation.
Was she about to drag me into some cult? Or maybe she'd lost a bet with her friends nearby?
Lost in a whirlwind of suspicions, I glared at her—until she noticed my unease.
She bowed her head, a bitter smile on her lips.
"Yehoon, if you're eating alone again, just let me know. Eat with me. I don't have anyone to eat with either."
Lies.
Even without knowing she never used the cafeteria, I could tell instantly.
In lecture halls, on the subway to and from school, even bumping into her at the movies by chance—she was never alone, not for a second, unlike me.
So why was she saying this now, right in front of me?
It had to be her kind heart, as beautiful as her face.
In short, she pitied me eating alone.
It was definitely kindness.
Maybe my one shot at a female friend—no, a girl friend.
But.
Scrape!
I bolted from my seat without a second thought.
A self-loathing mess like me has zero immunity to a gorgeous girl's thoughtful gesture.
Her goodwill only deepened my shame.
I stormed out of the cafeteria without looking back—
"Wait!"
She grabbed her tray and blocked my path in a panic.
...This is wrong? I should be bolting from the cafeteria, squatting in a toilet stall, bawling my eyes out...
Why did this girl suddenly stop me? Why kneel down out of nowhere?
Zip—
And why the hell was she pulling down my pants??? In a packed student cafeteria???
Stunned by her vulgar move, I froze—
Then her hands slowly tugged my underwear down.
Slide, thwack!
My massive cock, rigid in my briefs, flopped out onto her cool hair, twitching ominously above her.
She gasped at its grotesque size, staring up at it as her cheeks flushed red.
Murmurs.
Sudden noise from around us.
My skin prickled—everyone's eyes were on us.
Tray in hand, I couldn't even run. Cold sweat poured down as—
Our major's top beauty pressed her hot, wet tongue to my cock and whispered,
"Yehoon, this massive dick... I'll eat it up so good..."
"H-here? Wait—"
Slurp♡.
No time to finish. My glans was sucked into her sticky, tight cavern.
I realized then this absurd situation was a dream.
I opened my eyes to an unfamiliar ceiling.
Head fuzzy, I scanned the room blankly—all white, and I was lying in it.
Beep... beep... beep...
A mechanical sound drew my gaze to the window: a hospital monitor.
Beds everywhere, an unusually soft, warm blanket puffed up high.
Anyone could see I was hospitalized.
Last thing I remembered: trying to save Hyeoeun, getting stabbed in the back...
But why this foreign sensation from my throbbing morning wood?
Mmm, slurp♡, schlick.
And these lewd sounds from under the blanket since earlier.
Something's off...
This is definitely the sound of someone sucking my dick.
Was that last dream too vivid? It felt like someone was lovingly licking me right now.
...Whatever, probably just not fully awake.
I closed my sleepy eyes and took a deep breath—
Schlurp♡, slurp♡, schlick♡, schlurp♡.
Some mysterious pleasure mixed with ejaculation urge hit me.
...Not a dream.
Someone was definitely there. The raised blanket twitched.
In short, an unidentified intruder under the covers.
To check, I cautiously lifted the blanket.
That instant—
Slurp♡.
"Haa... You're awake?"
A woman in a white coat was inside, hugging and licking my cock.
"...Who are you?"
Schlick♡, schlick♡.
"So, your alias is Evelyn, and you're Dia Village's only doctor?"
"Mm, perfect summary."
...What a fucking trip.
Evelyn, who'd introduced herself as the doctor, tossed her sweat-soaked gown onto a chair and replied.
"Then why the hell were you sucking my dick first thing in the morning...?"
She checked my body thoroughly, utterly unfazed, jotting notes on her clipboard.
"Oh, that? Saw your blanket tenting up bright and early, so I gave it a suck to check if you're healthy. Killed two birds—relieve that boiling lust too."
...Why is there not one normal person in Dia Village?
I looked up at Evelyn with a dumbfounded stare.
Thin arms peeking from loose sleeves, dead-fish eyes jaded by society, freckles blanketing her face, dark circles sagging.
Yet somehow, she looked incredibly alluring. That decadent beauty thing?
Staring at her unique vibe in fascination—
Evelyn slammed her clipboard on the desk with a sigh.
"Okay. You're much better now. Rest a few days, and you can squeeze out as much as you want—no health issues. Haa~, been a while since a critical case. Wore me out."
She slumped in her chair, flashing a sleazy grin my way.
Slurp~.
My cock, still pissed from her earlier mouthwork, locked eyes with her.
I had a strong gut feeling she'd force-milk me. Desperate to change the subject, I blurted,
"Uh, speaking of—my handcuffs are gone... What happened?"
"...You're a slave through and through, huh?"
...Not because I'm a slave. Just felt oddly empty.
Not grateful to my owners for removing them or anything. Definitely not.
...Yeah, right.
Savoring my rare freedom, rubbing my wrists—
Evelyn pointed at my neck.
"No more clunky metal for you. Your rep in Dia Village is sky-high now. But check your neck—something there?"
I felt it immediately: thick fabric, a cold metal device embedded in the center.
"That's your new handcuffs. Try running or funny business—high-voltage shock knocks you out on the spot. Thrilling just thinking about it, right?"
...Seriously. No sooner do I feel free from cuffs than they slap this on.
No current yet, but my neck tingled ominously.
When did they even put this on...?
Might as well ask Evelyn.
"How long was I out?"
"Hmm... Day 5 today?"
Five days... Longer than I thought.
Suddenly, a dream with Hyeoeun flashed back amid the many I'd had.
"What about Miss Rio—or Hyeoeun?"
"..."
Evelyn's face hardened instantly.
She hesitated, then dropped the bombshell.
"Rio's not in Dia Village anymore."
Whoosh!
Stepping into my one cozy haven, the Public Toilet—Amelia flung her cleaning tools aside and threw herself into my arms.
"Toilet-kun~! You okay? No more pain anywhere~?"
She squished my cheeks, scanning my body head to toe with teary eyes.
"Heard Toilet-kun stepped up himself to stop Miss Rio's suicide attempt~. Word's spreading you're so reliable now~. Soon all the Dia Village staff'll be fighting to date you—"
Before she finished, I pulled her into a tight hug, burying my face in her small shoulder.
Tears welled up hot in my eyes.
Clinging to Amelia's warmth, I wiped them on her apron.
She flinched in surprise but said nothing more, just gently patted my back.