The Final Round of Treatment
Squish, squish…
Squeeze, squeeze…
"Ngh!… Mmnh…!"
"Just bear with it a little longer, patient… That's it… you're doing great. We're almost finished…"
As her hand, wrapped around my cock slicked generously with lube, gradually picked up speed, and the stimulation against my prostate kept making my body shudder, Ms. Sungha-soothed-wo — no, the nurse did her best to calm me down.
Hearing only that reassuring tone nurses use to comfort suffering patients, I could almost fool myself into thinking I really was ill with some terrible disease, undergoing a medical procedure.
When in reality, I was simply gasping in pleasure while a nurse gave me a handjob and a prostate massage.
"I-I'm about to cu—"
The moment I gave the signal, Ms. Hyun-ah abruptly stopped her hand and pulled everything away from my body. My swollen cock trembled pitifully, aching in an entirely different sense, and Ms. Hyun-ah leaned in close beside me to ask, ever so carefully:
"You bore it very well, patient Hyun-ok. Now, how would you like the finale? We have hands, mouth, breasts, vagina, or backdoor. If there's any other part you'd prefer, feel free to tell me."
Being asked so earnestly, as a matter of proper medical protocol, to choose how the procedure should conclude — I barely managed to swallow down the burst of laughter that nearly escaped me.
"Your vagina, please."
"Very well. I'll ride on top and move my hips, so patient, please keep lying back and stay comfortable."
Swallowing another smirk at the contrast between her grave explanation and the reality of it, I nodded my assent, and Ms. Hyun-ah tore open the wrapper and moved to roll the condom down my standing cock.
"I'll put the condom on now."
"…Can't we do it raw?"
At this offhand request, Ms. Hyun-ah's eyes darted wildly back and forth; she stuttered and glitched like a malfunctioning machine before snapping back to her senses, utterly at a loss. Then, as if some priority imprinted in her mind by someone else surfaced, she stammered out a reply.
"It… it doesn't matter, if the patient desires it."
"Just kidding."
Whatever the reason, spilling my seed inside another woman would be cheating on Sungha — she'd made that clear — so I had no intention of doing that anyway.
Truthfully, I'd already sensed the real purpose behind putting on a condom: so Sungha could eat it later.
"What a relief, then. I'll put it on."
Relieved in a different sense, Ms. Hyun-ah rolled the condom all the way down to the base of my cock with both hands to make sure nothing could leak out, then carefully climbed on top of me.
Perhaps to find and align the entrance, she rubbed my tip against her slit for a moment before reaching down to grip my shaft and angle it into place.
"Going in now. Please relax your body."
Squelch…
Slowly but surely, a woman's hot interior swallowed me whole, and an inexplicable sense of comfort washed over me.
Having been buried raw in Sungha's legendary pussy all this while, there was admittedly something lacking in the sensation — but it was unmistakably a not-unpleasant feeling.
"Does it hurt at all?"
"How could it? It'd be strange if this hurt, wouldn't it?"
To the angel in white's tender, patient-centered question — thoughtful to the very last — I finally let loose the laughter I'd been holding back as I answered.
"That's a relief. Then I'll begin moving, patient. Keep relaxing, and stay calm and at ease."
Ms. Hyun-ah, steadily carrying out her "medical duties" without a care for whether I actually did so, slowly rolled her hips, bumping her ass against my lower abdomen.
Slap, slap…
Through the examination room echoed the lewd sounds of male and female flesh colliding.
Worse still, the one making those sounds was a nurse bound to care for her patient, and since she herself genuinely believed this act was professionally legitimate, I couldn't help but laugh.
"Ms. Hyun-ah, do you have a boyfriend?"
Arms folded behind my head, I looked up at her as she worked her hips diligently, presumably to take in my scent, and now laughed openly in her face.
"Yes… I-I do… hah, hah…"
Ms. Hyun-ah, hips swinging in steady rhythm, was panting roughly with each movement.
"Then you're cheating on him right now, aren't you? You're having sex with me as we speak."
At my words, Ms. Hyun-ah tilted her head slightly at me with an unreadable look, then answered with firm conviction.
"Whatever do you hah… mean, hoo…? This isn't sex. It's a medical procedure."
"Ah, that's right. My apologies. That was rude of me. Heh heh…"
Still utterly unbothered by my taunting laughter, Ms. Hyun-ah straightened her posture as a proper medical professional.
"Now then, patient. Hah… please focus. Hoo… if you feel like you're about to come, hah… let me know."
"And if I let you know, will you swing your hips even harder, like a whore in heat? To make me shoot my cum out of my cock?"
"Yes. The patient must experience the finest possible climax… haah… nngh, you must come properly… that's the only way, nnh… an accurate… haah… examination is possible…!"
The room rang with nothing but the one-sided sound of a woman's flesh slapping against mine, and the rough exhales of the woman driving it.
Then, feeling mischievous — as if something that ought to be there was missing — I asked:
"I don't think I can come like this, though… I'm so exhausted, so miserable, nurse. Could you hurry up and finish me off?"
"Hoo… I-I'm sorry. I'll finish as quickly as… mmnh… as I can…"
"Then, so I can escape this agonizing treatment faster, shall I whisper sweet nothings to you — the way you'd do for your boyfriend? With all my heart?"
"Th-that's…"
The moment genuine helplessness flickered across Ms. Hyun-ah's face for the first time, I seized it and pressed my sadism harder.
"What? You don't want to? Your patient is suffering this much… and as his nurse, you can't grant him something so simple?"
"Nnh…! …All right. I'll do it."
Ms. Hyun-ah seemed to reach a decision; she squeezed her eyes shut and opened them again, leaned her upper body down, wrapped both arms around my neck, and whispered into my ear a love made on the spot.
"I love you, Hyun-ok oppa."
That single hot word — false and true all at once — stirred the simple psychology of a man, stoking the heat in my loins even higher.
And even through it all, Ms. Hyun-ah's hole stayed connected to me, moving her hips in small, coaxing thrusts, milking my cock as if to sweet-talk it deeper.
"I love you, oppa, more than anything in this world. I can't live without you… I'll love only you until the day I die. You're everything to me."
"Really? You love me more than your boyfriend?"
"Yes, you're the best, oppa. I love you more than him. Only Hyun-ok oppa. Only you."
"There, there. I love you too, my Hyun-ah."
"Thank you, oppa…"
As if she'd truly become my girlfriend, I gently stroked Hyun-ah's hair, and she kept up her confessions — impossible to tell whether they were lies or sincerity.
"Nnh… I'm about to come."
"I love you, I love you, your cock, oppa, your face, your body, your heart — all of it… I love all of you!"
Unable to hold out against the flood of devotion, I finally let loose what was inside me under the pretense of a "treatment," and Hyun-ah only raised her voice higher, crying out her love.
Throb.
What burst out of me swelled the condom enormously as it began to fill her insides to the brim.
Ms. Hyun-ah, who had maintained her clinical detachment in faithful observance of professional ethics, trembled from head to toe, her body unwittingly refuting with every shudder that what she'd just done was anything resembling medicine.
"Haah… nnh!… The… examination… your examination, haah… is complete. Thank you for your… patience, patient Hyun-ok…"
Drenched in sweat as she announced the end of my treatment, Ms. Hyun-ah never once realized — not to the very last — that anything about what she'd done was wrong.
"Here you go, patient. Please take this with you."
Once I left the room where our business had concluded and sat down in the waiting area, Ms. Hyun-ah handed me the condom — carefully packaged — filled with my semen.
Knowing full well what it was, I played innocent as I accepted it.
"Oh? Didn't you say this needed to be sent off for separate testing? So why are you giving it to me?"
"Well obviously that's… it's, uh… huh…?"
Sensing some contradiction, Ms. Hyun-ah's eyes clouded over for an instant, and she fumbled, unable to produce an answer.
I wanted to keep watching her flounder at the gap between reality and the unreality implanted in her head, but leaving her like that seemed likely to overload her, so I attached some appropriate justification with a casual remark.
"I'm going to entrust it to my girlfriend, aren't I?"
"…Ah. Yes! Th-that's right! I'm sorry, patient. Having you deliver a request like this to your girlfriend."
"No trouble at all. I'll have her eat it nice and deliciously, and have her tell me what condition the sperm is in."
"Yes, yes. Thank you."
Ms. Hyun-ah, accepting my utterly nonsensical, contradictory logic as if it were plain common sense, finally broke into a bright smile.
"Well then, I'll head in, Ms. Hyun-ah. If anything comes up again, I can drop by anytime, right?"
"Of course, patient Kim Hyun-ok… I mean, Hyun-ok-ssi."
Shifting, however unconsciously, the title she used for me, Ms. Hyun-ah gave a soft smile.
"Then I'll be in your care again next time. In the meantime, work hard having sex with your boyfriend and sharpen your technique — I do hope you'll be even more skillful when I come back for my next examination."
"Yes…? Yes, well… mmnh? Yes… understood."
At my contradictory remark, blending the real with the unreal, Ms. Hyun-ah narrowed her eyes in puzzlement, barely managed to reconcile it somehow, and answered.
"Then, we'll see each other again."
To me, the patient walking out of the hospital, Ms. Hyun-ah bowed her head, her manner every bit as fresh and courteous as it had been the first time we met.
Watching her through the narrowing crack of the closing door, I noticed her lower half was already damp — and I let a smirk slip free.