The Nurse's "Medical Procedure"
The next day, the urology clinic called to say that the examination from before had turned up something that needed a closer look.
With an uneasy feeling that something might be wrong with me, I was about to head back in — when, unexpectedly, they told me to stay at Seong-ha's place instead.
"Ah, you're here? Mr. Kim Hyun-ok, the patient?"
"Hello."
The moment I stepped into the hospital, the nurse at the reception desk greeted me warmly, and I smiled back and returned the greeting.
She was the nurse who had been so kind to the elderly gentleman yesterday, the one I'd felt so drawn to, and since this was the first time we were actually speaking, today I finally noticed the name tag pinned to her chest.
Kim Hyun-a... so that's her name.
"Could you follow me, please?"
Full of warmth, Hyun-a guided me toward the room in her soft voice.
I felt that pleasant sensation of one's mood lifting when in the company of a nice person as I trailed after her — until a sudden sense of wrongness made me glance around.
...There's no one here.
It was a fairly well-known clinic in the neighborhood, and compared to how packed it had been yesterday, the emptiness struck me as a little odd.
Was it just because it was a weekday morning?
Tilting my head inwardly, I brushed it off and followed her into the room, where I spotted a medical examination bed like the ones I'd seen so often as a child — and beside it, an assortment of items arranged on a steel shelving unit.
Latex medical gloves, and... condoms...?
For a moment, I couldn't help but doubt my own eyes.
That wasn't all. I could also see several adult toys I'd only ever seen in porn — an onahole, bottles of lube, things like that.
Click.
Only when Hyun-a locked the door behind us did I finally register that something was off, and I couldn't keep from asking.
"...Isn't the doctor from yesterday coming?"
"No, it's just you and me at the hospital today. It's a simple procedure, so the doctor didn't bother coming in. Ah, and this should have been done yesterday as part of your exam, so there's no charge — please don't worry about it."
Hyun-a spoke in a voice that never lost its kindness as she slipped on the medical gloves with practiced ease.
As the vague unease began to take on a concrete shape, I carefully asked without sitting down on the bed.
"Sorry, but... what exactly is this examination?"
"We'll be collecting a semen sample for the detailed analysis. We'll also be performing a prostate massage to help compensate for your weakened sexual function."
Watching the nurse say, with a placid smile, that she was going to extract semen from a man's genitals as if it were nothing, I squeezed my eyes shut and called someone to mind.
...Seong-ha.
When I recalled the look on Seong-ha's face yesterday as she'd silently watched Hyun-a follow me around, I felt a throbbing ache in my head before opening my eyes again.
"Um... Nurse?"
"Please, just call me Hyun-a."
"Okay, Hyun-a... but does this really have to be done?"
"Of course. Oh my — are you perhaps feeling embarrassed? I understand, but this is a legitimate medical procedure. It's simply necessary for the examination, so there's no need to be shy about it."
Watching Hyun-a set aside her friendliness, put on a serious face, and briskly explain her duties — her medical duties — only made me feel more hopelessly cornered.
Just like Ha-neul, Hyun-a had probably had something secretly done to her by Seong-ha ahead of time.
That distortion — the one that bent common sense until it was believed as gospel — could, if Seong-ha put her mind to it, warp the course of an entire human life and twist it into something ugly.
"I'm sorry, I have somewhere to be. Could I maybe come back for this later—"
"Mr. Kim Hyun-ok, the patient."
The moment I showed signs of bolting, Hyun-a called my name clearly and subtly blocked the doorway with her body.
Behind those eyes gone blank and out of focus, as if fogged over for an instant, there was no doubt a fervent believer worshipping the artificially implanted distortion like a devout follower of a faith.
"A man's sexual function is extremely important. If I were unable to perform this procedure today and you ended up unable to have children later, I might well kill myself out of guilt as a medical professional."
As if she'd anticipated my attempt to flee, she even brought up suicide like a threat, and I found I couldn't just walk out anymore.
Looking into those eyes that still believed without a shadow of doubt in the righteousness of her actions — eyes that radiated genuine pride in being a nurse — I found myself with no choice but to change my mind.
After all, prostate massage really was a legitimate medical procedure.
And a semen sample did genuinely need to be expelled if you wanted to assess the state of one's sperm.
It made no sense that the one doing it wouldn't be me but the nurse herself, but still...
Left with no choice, I let out a deep sigh and showed signs of resignation — and only then did Hyun-a drop her stern look and put her friendly smile back on.
"All right then, patient. Please take off your pants and lie down on the bed."
Fumbling with my belt, I took off my pants, lay back on the bed with myself exposed, and along with the embarrassment felt a strange trembling, like the feeling right before getting a shot as a kid.
When the hospital's characteristic antiseptic smell mingled with Hyun-a's citrus perfume, I couldn't tell whether this place was a clinic or some kind of pleasure parlor.
"Your pants are off, so you must be cold, right? Let me get you a blanket."
Contrary to my expectations, Hyun-a behaved with the decorum of a true angel in white, her kindness unwavering — and even though I knew better, it started to register as an actual medical procedure.
Watching her bustle about preparing something, I found myself thinking again that she was quite pretty and fit my ideal type perfectly.
Dark lashes, and a well-defined set of features on a face of just the right size — neither too big nor too small.
Perhaps it was the play of the light, but her brown-tinged hair, neatly swept back and tied without a single strand out of place, along with her brows, looked immaculate.
Her slightly slender frame, with bone subtly showing through, gave her a lithe impression, with not an ounce of excess flesh to be seen.
Drip, drip...
While I was gazing blankly at her, Hyun-a suddenly began undoing the buttons down the front of her nurse's uniform one by one, then casually pulled down her bra and bared her breasts.
Shocked by this sudden turn into abnormal behavior, I nonetheless found my eyes instinctively drawn to her exposed chest.
Her breasts thrust up with a firm springiness — a modest size, maybe an A cup — but with no sag whatsoever, and a shape pleasing to the eye.
Seeing her pink nipples rise in gentle bumps alongside her breasts reminded me, absurdly, of an aroused man's erection.
"Now then, patient. Would you please touch my breasts? Or my bottom, or between my legs — anything is fine. You may touch anywhere on my body that arouses you sexually. I'll say it again: this is a medical procedure, so please don't feel any resistance — touch my body however you like."
Watching Hyun-a bare her breasts to a patient without a second thought, all under the pretense of a checkup, I felt a shivering rush of depravity as desire welled up inside me.
"...I'd like to see the bottom half too?"
"Ah, I'm sorry. I'll take them off right away."
At my outrageous demand, Hyun-a actually looked apologetic, stripping off her nurse's trousers and panties together and proudly baring her most intimate of places.
She must have gotten waxed — her hairless, snow-white mound, with its two plump outer lips folding over everything within and forming a neat vertical line, was utterly smooth.
With a trembling hand, I stole a touch of the skin beneath and glanced up at her — and Hyun-a, entirely unbothered, carefully drizzled lube over my cock.
"Mmm..."
Perhaps she'd warmed it in advance — the pleasantly warm, sticky liquid settled over my cock and the hair around it, drawing a short moan out of me.
"We'll begin with the erection procedure. Please relax, patient, and touch my body — feel it as lewdly as you can. If you have any trouble getting erect, I'll moan for you as well."
Creak...
Having kindly walked me through the coming steps in a tone as gentle as one soothing a child, Hyun-a took hold of my cock with one gloved hand and began stroking, spreading the lube evenly over its entire length.
"Ngh... hngh..."
Under her methodical, rhythmic stroking — slow strokes up and down — my precious friend, dead for so long, began to twitch and stir, slowly trying to rise.
"I'll play with your nipples too."
Her other, unoccupied hand pushed my shirt up to my chest and, finding my second erogenous zone, began stimulating it in slow circles with her index finger.
I could feel it growing, sluggish but steadily, along with my rising excitement — and then I felt the sensation of my precious friend snapping bolt upright as if waking from the dead, and before I knew it, I was shouting.
"It's — it's up! It's standing!"
The moment the anxiety that I might never get an erection again in my life melted away, gratitude surged up from somewhere deep in my chest.
Ngh... Seong-ha. Don't tell me you planned this whole thing?
Toward Seong-ha, whom I'd begun cursing the moment I'd walked into this room, I now felt a gratitude without limit.
"That's a relief."
Hyun-a beamed down at me where I lay, genuinely delighted.
"Since your cock is standing, we'll move on to prostate stimulation. If you feel like cumming at any point, please tell me right away."
Explaining the next steps so the patient wouldn't grow anxious, Hyun-a turned her body toward my lower half and began slowly reaching her hand toward the space between my legs.
"My index finger is going into your anus now. Slowly... don't be scared... There we go..."
Creak... and a slow, firm press.
"Hah!?"
Just as she'd promised, her gel-slicked finger slid slowly into my anus, and then, at the knuckle, it curled gently, the way you'd stroke a puppy's chin.
Her remaining hand kept pumping my cock in steady, mechanical strokes, and under the pressure of the prostate stimulation, it reared its head up stiffer than ever.
"I know it's a lot to endure, patient, but please bear with it a little longer. It's hard on me too... but for the sake of your treatment, there's no other way."
Perhaps mistaking me — trembling under the unfamiliar pleasure of the stimulation — for a man in distress, Hyun-a still believed, with all the conviction of a nurse, that what she was doing was right.