Yoon Ji-ah: The Third Treatment
At 2 p.m., Althea opened the door and called for me. "Today's afternoon treatment will be in the multi-purpose treatment room. Follow me."
We walked down the hallway and stopped in front of a door labeled [4F-T02]. Althea held her ID badge to it, and the door slid open. It was a small room. Smaller than the large treatment room where they'd engraved the magic circle on me. The walls were painted white with a single fluorescent light overhead, and there were no windows. In the center of the room sat two wooden chairs with backs, facing each other.
I stared blankly at the chairs, and Althea closed the door behind us and locked it. Trapped in the narrow space, the pheromone concentration spiked. Althea's lavender body scent flooded my nostrils. The magic circle on my testicles reacted, glowing red against my patient uniform, and my cock twitched outside the gown's opening, lifting its head.
Cock. When had I started using that word so casually in my mind? Watching "it" go wild from the scent of her bra earlier, I'd decided what to call it. This was my cock. My very own cock.
"This time, it's active treatment." Althea pointed to one of the chairs with a smile. Her purple eyes gazed at me, sparkling with amusement. "You've been wanting to shake your hips, haven't you?"
I recalled that morning, when my pelvis had bucked involuntarily against the wall and Althea caught me. She'd said active treatment carried a risk of ejaculation and needed more time. I hadn't expected it to start this afternoon.
"Why don't you take off just your bottoms and sit in the chair?"
I untied the strings of my patient uniform pants. After repeating this so many times, my fingers were getting used to it. The shame was still there, though. As the pants fell to my ankles, my lower half was exposed, wearing only the top of the gown. My half-erect cock stood at an angle between my thighs.
Sitting on the wooden chair, the cold seat pressed against my bare ass. My balls settled heavily against it, the weight making the insides throb.
Althea didn't sit in the opposite chair. She came right up to me and knelt down. Her face was level with my thighs. Her pastel pink braided hair cascaded over one shoulder, and the small curved horns on either side of her forehead caught the fluorescent light. Her purple eyes stared straight at my cock.
Althea's face was right in front of my cock. It sprang to full attention. Veins bulged along the shaft, and Cowper's fluid dripped from the tip, falling onto my thigh.
Althea's right hand rose.
She formed a ring with her thumb and index finger, the other three fingers lightly extended. The hot succubus fingers created a ring hovering just above my glans, in the air.
My cock leaped and writhed, desperate to reach that ring.
"It's glans handjob training. Shake your hips up and down to do it."
Althea looked up at me, holding the ring steady. Her eyes, gazing up from her kneeling position with those droopy lids, seemed affectionate yet subtly provocative.
"Shake your hips just enough for the glans to go in and out."
The finger ring was fixed in place, barely 1 cm above my cock's tip.
"If you lift your hips too much, the stimulation will be too intense—just the glans."
Althea emphasized it again. "Got it?"
Just the glans. But at least now I could move. Anticipation made me swallow, the sound echoing in my throat.
"Y-yes…"
I had to move my own hips, thrusting my glans into and out of Althea's finger ring. This morning, I'd just stood still and received her touch. Now, I had to actively seek the stimulation myself.
I gripped the edges of the chair. Tensing my core, I slowly lifted my pelvis. My cock rose, and the glans slipped into Althea's finger ring.
Hot flesh enveloped it.
"Ngh…!"
The circle of thumb and index finger gripped my glans. Althea's hand stayed perfectly still in the air.
I lowered my hips. The glans slipped out. The friction of her fingers gliding over the surface set my nerves ablaze.
"Haht…"
Lifting again, the glans pushed back into the ring. Her hot thumb and index finger squeezed the corona, the flared ridge beneath the head.
I moved my hips slowly, just for the glans. As the ring passed the widest part, the flesh tightened briefly before releasing.
That light pressure and release shot pleasure down my urethra to the root of my cock.
"Ohht…♡ Haa…"
"Yes, that's the right range."
Althea's voice rose from in front of my cock, her breath brushing the glans. The warm air swept over the Cowper's-slick surface, making my cock throb hard once.
Down, up. Into the ring, out. Her hot flesh between thumb and index squeezed and released my glans over and over.
Cowper's fluid acted as lube, making it slick between her fingers. The slippery sounds echoed in the narrow treatment room.
Squelch, squelch.
"Mm… Haht…♡ Ngh…"
As I repeated the motion, a rhythm built. Actively shaking my hips to chase pleasure. Was this really treatment if I was jerking my own cock in front of a nurse? It felt like masturbation.
That realization flooded my mind.
"Ngh… Haa…♡"
Shame welled up like a tide, and the more it did, the brighter the magic circle on my balls burned red. I'd written shame on the questionnaire as an arousal factor. Althea must have read it and designed this treatment accordingly.
My hips sped up. Not consciously—I couldn't help it. My pelvis accelerated on its own, the glans passing through her ring more frequently.
Squelch, squelch, squelch.
Cowper's fluid stretched in strings from her fingers, dripping onto my thigh.
"Your range is getting wider, Ji-ah."
Althea said calmly. "Just the glans, remember? The shaft's going in now too."
Glancing down, she was right. Without realizing, I'd been lifting higher, so half my cock was sliding through the ring.
"Narrow it down."
Althea's finger ring tightened slightly. Same position, but snugger.
I consciously shortened my thrusts. Just the glans, in and out. The smaller ring was maddening. Short strokes focused on the most sensitive spot under the glans, rubbing it relentlessly.
Every catch on her thumb's inner side sparked electricity deep in my pelvis.
"Ohhoht…!♡ H-haht… There, that spot… Ngh…♡"
The urge to cum surged. The need building from the root of my cock.
At that moment, the magic circle reacted, shifting to purple and blocking the ejaculation.
I couldn't stop my hips. It was active treatment—I was the one moving—but the command to stop never reached from my brain to my waist.
Squelch, squelch, squelch, squelch—
"Ohhoht…!!♡ I-it's gonna—ngh! It won't come out, but it feels like it will…!♡"
"It's okay. The magic circle's holding it."
Althea's breath hit my glans directly. "Keep going. Don't stop."
Tears streamed down my face. The pleasure was too intense with no release, so my body vented it through tears.
I shook my hips. My ass lifted and dropped on the chair repeatedly.
Creak, squelch, creak, squelch—
The wooden chair creaked in the room. The sounds of my masturbation and the chair blended together.
I lost track of time.
"Ngh… Haa… Ohht…♡ Nurse, my legs… my legs are giving out…"
Repeatedly lifting my pelvis made my thighs burn. My muscles cramped, making my thrusts irregular.
Althea's left hand rested on my thigh. She stroked the trembling muscles, soothing them.
"You're doing great. Just a little more."
Her hand slid up the inner thigh to the crease, thumb tracing slow circles right next to my balls, almost touching.
"Ohhoht…!!♡"
My pelvis snapped up, my cock overshooting the ring. Most of the shaft plunged through her hot fingers.
"Ohht…!♡ H-haaht…!♡ Too deep—ngh!"
Althea didn't release the ring. Her fingers gave the shaft a light squeeze before letting go. That brief pressure sent pleasure flooding down my urethra, and Cowper's fluid spurted out, soaking the back of her hand.
"That's enough for today."
Her thumb and index parted, and her hand left my cock. My hips twitched in the air, chasing the absent finger pussy.
The aftershocks made it jerk. Too short, give me more finger pussy—♡. Thoughts like that flashed through my mind, shocking me at how vulgar I'd become.
I collapsed back against the chair back, my waist dropping. My entire legs spasmed, my ass nearly sliding off the seat.
Althea stood, grabbed tissues from a shelf, wiped the Cowper's fluid from her hand first, then knelt again to clean the trails on my thighs. She scooped some pooled below my navel with her index finger and placed it on her tongue.
"Viscosity's up again. Active treatment definitely boosts condensation efficiency."
Meaning, since I'd jerked myself by shaking my hips, more mana had converted to semen.
I pulled up my patient uniform bottoms, tucking my still half-erect cock away. It lay heavy on my thigh.