Yoon Ji-ah - First Treatment (2)
Ten minutes passed. But those ten minutes felt like an hour. My back was melting into Althea’s body heat, blurring the line between my skin and hers. I couldn’t get used to the weight of her breasts pressing against my back. Every breath she took made them swell, her nipples grazing my skin with the tiniest friction. That subtle scrape sent shivers racing down my spine all the way to the magic circle on my testicles.
Althea’s palm on my lower abdomen kept tracing slow circles. Every pass over the pattern made the magic circle react, squeezing from deep inside my balls. Mana condensing into semen—the process pulsed relentlessly in the depths of my pelvis.
That thing stood rock-hard on my stomach, forming a little pool around my navel.
“Miss Ji-ah, you’re the cutest patient I’ve seen lately,” Althea’s voice flowed in from behind my ear. Her breath brushed my earlobe.
“C-Cute...? H-How...?” I barely pieced together words with my half-melted brain. Naked in a succubus’s arms, fully erect, and she calls me cute? Reality felt distant, unreal.
“It’s true. You follow instructions so well, endure so hard.” Her chin shifted slightly on my shoulder. I could feel her smile. “Some patients even try to hit us when we tell them no masturbating.”
“H-Hit... you?”
“Yes. With their fists.” Her voice was calm, like chatting about the weather. “On the first day of admission, after explaining no masturbation, one threw the nurse call button at us. Even cursed at the nurses.”
I could picture it. If my personality were more aggressive, after holding back every night for a month, I might’ve done the same.
“What... happened to them?”
“They went to B3.”
Basement 3—mechanical extraction. Even wrapped in Althea’s hot warmth, chills ran down my spine.
“That’s why you’re the cutest, Miss Ji-ah.” She whispered right by my earlobe. “So obedient, trying so hard, sniffling but holding on.”
Her lips grazed the edge of my ear—kiss or word, I couldn’t tell. Goosebumps exploded from my nape down my spine.
That thing throbbed hard on my stomach.
“Your sniffling face is just adorable.”
I opened my mouth to protest, but Althea moved first.
Foo— Warm breath blew into my ear canal.
“Hiiik...!”
My whole body convulsed. The hot breath tickled deep in my eardrum, striking my brainstem. My scalp prickled, goosebumps erupting everywhere, shivers exploding in my pelvis. The magic circle on my balls glowed vivid red. Ejaculation pressure surged like a tidal wave, only to crash against the purple clamp of the magic circle. Pleasure with no escape swirled inside my pelvis.
“Euuht... D-Don’t... not there...”
“Oh? Your ears are sensitive.”
Her lips brushed the outer edge of my ear, blowing again. Foo—
“Huuht...! Uuuh...”
My hips bucked reflexively. Her arm around my waist kept me from going far, but my pelvis twitched in the air before dropping. That thing slapped my stomach, splattering Cowper’s fluid, stringy trails dripping down my side.
Althea’s palm froze on my lower abdomen, halting its circles while she blew. Instead, her breasts pressed deeper into my back. Soft, heavy flesh and two hard nipples dug firmly into my skin.
“What about the outer ear?”
Before I could answer, her lips moved. They traced slowly over the cartilage of my ear, hot flesh gliding from top to bottom, leaving moisture. I swear the tip of her tongue flicked too.
“Euukht... Haa...”
My vision blurred, tears welling. I wanted to cum so bad, but the pleasure kept building with no outlet.
“You’re doing great.”
The whisper flowed in sweet and close, right by my ear.
Twenty minutes.
Althea’s hand lifted from my lower abdomen. The magic circle’s throbbing slowed a beat, but the stuffiness inside my balls didn’t ease. If anything, the lingering warmth burned my skin where her hand had been.
Her upper body peeled slightly from my back. The weight of her breasts lessened, the nipple pressure vanishing—and yet, the absence felt sharper than before.
She leaned to my side, peering down. At my cock standing rigid up to my navel, the pool of Cowper’s fluid on my stomach.
“Hmm...”
Her purple eyes lingered on my cock. Her gaze slid slowly from the tip to my balls, then back up. Down again, confirming the magic circle’s red glow.
“Mana condensation is reacting well, but your dick still looks like it has some slack.”
Dick. First time hearing that word from her gentle, languid voice. Was slang everyday talk for her, not medical terms?
“I’ll ramp up the intensity.”
My heart leaped to my throat. “R-Ramp it up? It’s already—”
“This is still low intensity, Miss Ji-ah.” She slid back behind me, chuckling softly. Her breasts pressed into my back again, arms wrapping my waist. “First, close your eyes.”
“My eyes?”
“Yes. Blocking vision heightens other senses. It helps with mana condensation too.”
Her hand rested on my forehead. Warm palm stroked down over my eyelids, gently forcing them shut. Darkness fell.
With sight gone, everything amplified. The weight of breasts on my back, two points digging into my skin, the warmth of arms around my waist, the pheromone density, the hum of the AC. All senses cranked up a notch.
“Try breathing. Deep inhale... slow exhale. Meditation helps.”
In the dark, her voice came from right by my ear, lips almost touching. “Match my breathing. Inhale—”
She breathed deep from behind. Her soft breasts expanded, pushing my back. I followed, inhaling through my nose. Her lavender scent filled my lungs. Dizziness melted the back of my brain.
“Exhale—”
Breasts contracted, pressure easing. “Inhale again—”
Deep breath in—and something touched my face. Soft fabric, lightly covering nose and mouth. Warm cloth. Inhaling pulled air from its surface, unleashing a scent. Not lavender or milk—deeper. Thick, sweet, sticky, squeezing my brain directly. My mind went white.
“Ohooot...!!♡”
My back arched sharply. The magic circle blazed crimson. Mana spun wildly inside my balls, squeezing through my entire pelvis. Ejaculation urge crashed like a tsunami; my cock twitched madly on my stomach, spurting Cowper’s fluid in streams down to my chest. The magic circle yanked with purple force. The building pressure slammed into a wall. It wanted out but couldn’t.
“Uhuuht...! Wh-What is this, euuht! This smell—♡”
Eyes shut, I couldn’t see. Only the scent pouring from the cloth over my nose.
“Keep breathing, Miss Ji-ah.”
Her sweet voice flowed in the dark. Breasts dug deeper into my back. “Inhale.”
I reflexively sucked in—the scent hammered my brain again.
“Uhoooot...!♡ Haa, haa...♡”
Hips lifted off the bed, then dropped. Balls contracted, something squeezing inside, but no ejaculation. Magic circle sealed the exit. Pleasure built, blocked, built again—waves crushing my lower body. Tears leaked from under my clenched eyelids.
“Uuuh... Nurse... what is this smell... euuht...♡”
“My bra.”
Her voice tickled my earlobe. “The one I took off earlier. It’s soaked in my breast scent.”
Breast scent. The words nailed into my brain; my cock throbbed huge, gushing Cowper’s fluid in a stream. Succubus body odor from her tits, flesh scent absorbed into the fabric. Holding those massive breasts all day, soaked in sweat and pheromones between dark areolas and swollen nipples—the smell flooded my lungs with every breath.
“Breathe it deep. The pheromones stimulate your mana pathways, speeding condensation.”
Her hands were on my lower abdomen—how? Oh, her tail. The bra stayed over my nose. Her heart-shaped tail held it precise; every inhale, it clung lightly, releasing on exhale. With each breath, succubus tit pheromones surged deep into my lungs.
Her breasts jiggled against my back from behind. “You’re doing so well.”
Pheromones through nose, body heat on back, sweet whispers in ear—assault from three sides. I gritted my teeth, enduring. Can’t cum. Cumming breaks the magic circle. But this smell... it’d drive me insane.
“Uhooouht...♡ Haa, haa... uuu...♡”
The magic circle throbbed wildly between crimson and purple.
No idea how much time passed. Eyes shut, leaning into Althea’s warmth—that was all I could do. Ejaculation waves surged, blocked by the magic circle, crashing back. Each time, my pelvis squeezed, pleasure swirling; my cock thrashed on my stomach, spurting Cowper’s fluid.
The cloth lifted from nose and mouth. Her tail taking the bra—I felt it. The thick scent faded slowly from my nostrils, fog lifting from my mind.
“All done, Miss Ji-ah.”
Her voice came as her breasts slowly peeled from my back. Cool air rushed in where hot flesh had been; my skin shivered.
“You can open your eyes.”
I lifted heavy lids. Fluorescent light blurred my vision, then sharpened. I looked down. Pathetic.
My entire lower abdomen glistened with Cowper’s fluid. A pool around my navel had overflowed to my sides, splattered to my chest. Cock still erect up to my navel, glans flushed red and pulsing. Magic circle fading from red to deep purple.
Althea grabbed tissues, coming bedside. Before wiping my stomach, she dipped a finger into the pool by my navel.
Sticky fluid strung from her fingertip. She brought it to her mouth. Tongue flicked out, licking the tip. Surreal sight before me. Pastel pink braid falling by her face, purple eyes half-lidded as she placed my Cowper’s fluid on her tongue. Lips closed; I saw her throat move, rolling it in her mouth.
My cock throbbed huge in protest—why more stimulation?
“Mmm.”
She licked her lips like savoring. “Mana content’s rising. Good viscosity too—excellent reaction for a first treatment.”
I’d heard nurses gauge progress by tasting Cowper’s fluid, but seeing it... theory and reality were worlds apart.
“You endured so well, Miss Ji-ah.” She wiped my stomach with tissue, smiling. Purple eyes gazed down from droopy lids. “Rare for a first-timer to last without full-on crying.”
Didn’t I cry? My hand brushed my eyes—wet. Tears I hadn’t noticed.
“I... I did cry.”
“You sniffled, but didn’t sob out loud.”
She dabbed new tissue on my eyes gently. Warm fingers brushed my tear ducts. “You did really well.”
I bit my lip hard not to cry. Pathetic, tearing up at one compliment.
She handed me the patient uniform. Trembling hands pulled on the top, tugged up the bottoms. Cock poked out the Y-slit, half-erect and heavy on my thigh.
Althea slipped her bra back on, then her uniform top. Massive breasts settling into cups, buttons straining taut. My eyes drifted there unconsciously.
“Dinner will be delivered to your room tonight. Too hard to walk to the cafeteria after first treatment.” She shrugged on her cardigan. “Next one’s tomorrow at 10 a.m.—rest till then.”
The door clicked shut.
Dinner tray arrived. Rice, beef radish soup, grilled tofu, spinach namul. Althea dropped it off and left. I ate alone in bed, but tasted nothing.
Sun set. Lights off, lying down—streetlights seeped through curtains. Same as last night.
Sleep wouldn’t come. Worse than yesterday. Since the magic circle, hot vibrations pulsed endlessly inside my balls, shaking my pelvis. With each heartbeat, I felt mana condensing into semen deep in my testicles. Something squeezing, growing heavier.
Cock half-hard, dangling under the blanket. Glans twitched sensitively against the fabric.
Forcing eyes shut replayed the bra scent from afternoon. Cock sprang up; blanket tented. Magic circle glowed red in the dark, staining the underside crimson.
My right hand drifted down unconsciously. Just once. Not all the way—just a touch. Magic circle’ll block ejaculation anyway.
Fingertips brushed the base—hot flesh pulsed under them, ready to burst. Right as I went to grip—Han Seo-yeon’s voice echoed in my head.
If you force ejaculation through the magic circle, it breaks, and standard treatment becomes impossible.
It didn’t fully block—just enough that forcing it would shatter it. Masturbation leading to mechanical extraction.
I yanked my hand away. Heart pounded in my ears.
Cock throbbed in protest; Cowper’s fluid dripped onto my stomach.
“Just... hold on a bit longer...”
My whisper sounded pathetic in the dark.
Side-lying wedged it between thighs, hot flesh against soft inner skin. I rolled onto my back, staring at the ceiling. Balls heavy on the mattress, magic circle flickering red under the blanket.
Squeezing deep inside rose again. Althea said it was treatment—mana to semen. Didn’t know it’d hurt this bad.
Her breast scent lingered in my nose. Sweet, heavy—flesh, sweat, pheromones mixed.
Right hand twitched again. This time, left hand grabbed my right wrist. Holding myself, lying there. Ridiculous, but I endured.
Past 1 a.m., exhaustion finally beat wakefulness. As my cock softened halfway, consciousness sank.
