Midnight Temptation
The bed, with its fresh sheets changed sometime in the dead of night, was spotless. I could see traces of Althea's tidying up from lunchtime. Even the pillowcase had been replaced with a new one, faintly infused with lavender scent. That fragrance of hers kept interfering with my sleep. I tossed and turned, rolling onto my side, and my cock got wedged between my thighs. With a sigh, I lay flat on my back, staring at the ceiling. My cock pitched a tent in the covers. No position felt comfortable. A glance at the wall clock showed it was late at night. The same as yesterday, but different this time—I'd had active treatment today. The sensation of thrusting my hips into Althea's finger ring while masturbating was etched deep in my pelvis. Squelch, squelch. The friction of the glans catching on the inside of her thumb, those purple eyes gazing up at me as she knelt before my cock. My cock throbbed hard once beneath the covers, and the magic circle glowed red.
My right hand tried to move on its own, so I grabbed my wrist with my left, just like yesterday. Hold back. But today, it wasn't working. I'd gone without touching it since admission, just enduring, but this afternoon I'd learned the pleasure of rubbing my cock against Althea's fingers. The magic circle blocks ejaculation, right? So... in theory, if I just touch it without breaking the magic circle... The urge to masturbate grew stronger by the second. Just like how Althea controlled the strokes, gradually increasing the amplitude—I could touch myself lightly and stop when it got dangerous. She'd mentioned a patient who swung a fist at her when she stopped his masturbation. But I'm not like that. I can stop. There's the insurance of the magic circle, and if I get right to the edge, I just stop my hand.
The left hand holding my wrist loosened, and my right slipped under the covers. The moment it touched the base of my cock, the hot, rigid flesh against my palm startled me. It had been days since I'd touched it with my own hand. During my hospital stay, I'd held back so hard I'd never gripped it myself. My fingers tentatively wrapped around it.
"Hngh..."
Even weak stimulation leaked out a sound. The hand encircling it slowly slid upward. The foreskin stretched slightly over the glans, and inside my palm, my cock pulsed like it was breathing. There was already plenty of precum, making my hand slick. Even without lube, wet sounds squelched under the covers.
"Ha..."
Up, then slowly down again. Just tease the glans a little and stop—that was the plan. It was my usual slow-start pattern for masturbation, but I couldn't stop. With each up-and-down stroke, the speed picked up. Days of pent-up masturbation urge exploded at once, and my hand began moving furiously over my cock. Squelch, squish-squelch, squelch—the slippery precum sounds echoed under the covers. My cock thrashed wildly in my palm, and the magic circle on my balls blazed crimson, dyeing the entire blanket pink.
"Hngh... haa... mmph...♡"
Moans leaked out. At first, I held back, mouth shut, breathing through my nose. But as my hand pumped faster, the moans grew louder with each stroke. Althea's finger pussy replayed in my head. The weight of her breasts from the back hug overlapped. The scent of her bra lingered in my nose.
"Ohoot...!♡ Haa, haa...♡"
My left hand didn't idle—it slipped under my gown top to fondle my breast. I pinched the erect nipple between thumb and forefinger. Just like Althea had done this morning. Twirl, twirl. Rolled it side to side.
"Ohooot...!!♡ Ha, haangh...!♡"
My voice got louder. I tried to clamp my mouth shut, but I couldn't. The magic circle shifted to purple, blocking ejaculation. My cock, deprived of release, thrashed madly in my palm, spurting precum.
"Ooooh...!♡ Althea—!♡"
In that instant, I clapped my left hand over my mouth. I was shocked at myself for calling my nurse's name while jerking off. But my hand didn't stop. The left returned to rub my nipple, the right shook my cock. Squelch! Squish-squelch! Squelch! Squelch!
"Ohhooot...!!♡ Haa, cum—gonna cum—hngh!♡"
Click!
"Oh my."
Althea's voice. The fluorescent lights flicked on, blinding me, so I covered my eyes with my left hand. My stalled brain churned to grasp the situation. Busted. I'd been so lost in masturbation I hadn't heard the door open. Jerking like a monkey right up until the lights came on—total failure as a woman. I yanked the covers up over my head. I'd stopped masturbating, but my cock was already tenting the blanket. Underneath, my heart pounded.
I felt Althea approach the bedside, her slippers dragging.
"Ji-ah."
Her soft voice floated down from above my head. But that gentleness terrified me more.
"Lower the covers."
I couldn't. My fingers clutched the edge, trembling.
"Shall I do it, or will you?"
Similar to what Han Seo-yeon had said this morning. But instead of coldness, it was Althea's signature soft, affectionate tone. With shaking hands, I slowly pulled down the covers, revealing her purple eyes. Lower still, and my erect cock sprang into view, reaching past my navel. The glans tip and shaft glistened with precum, handprints visible on it. Althea stood by the bed, looking down at me. Her usual uniform with cardigan. Beneath her drooping eyes, those purple eyes calmly regarded me. Just watching.
"...S-sorry..."
Guilt washed over me for breaking my promise and masturbating. Tears welled up, blurring my vision.
"There's a sensor in the room that detects loud moans outside treatment hours."
Althea said calmly. She pulled up the chair by the bed and sat, pointing to the ceiling corner with her finger. A small black sensor like a mic was there.
"If it exceeds the threshold, it automatically alerts the nurses' station. It's the Masturbation Monitoring System."
"..."
"You said you masturbated every day for a month. I know how hard it is to stop cold turkey."
Althea said, clasping her hands in her lap.
"But Ji-ah, what did we say at the start?"
"...N-no masturbating..."
"And?"
"...First verbal warning, second spanking, third restraint, fourth..."
I couldn't finish. Forced extraction.
"Yes."
Althea nodded.
"Today, we'll end it with the first verbal warning."
Relief. But with it came new dread. Next time, it escalates to second level.
"One more time, and it's spanking. Got it?"
"Yes... I'm sorry..."
Tears fell, staining the pillow with a small spot.
"But."
Althea paused, reaching out to gently brush my hair aside.
"You've held out well until today. I'm impressed."
"Huh...?"
"Some patients get caught masturbating even before the magic circle is applied. Those who've had it longer usually get busted within days."
Althea smiled softly.
"You're only on your third night here, and this is your first time. Holding out three days after a month of daily sessions? That's good."
I couldn't tell if it was praise or comfort. But her words brought fresh tears. I clamped my mouth shut to stifle sobs, but my shoulders shook anyway. Her hand moved from my head to my back, patting me like a child.
"Don't cry, Ji-ah. It's not that big a deal."
"Hic..."
"Now, calm down first."
Althea pulled a small pill case from her cardigan pocket. Two pink pills inside the transparent case.
"Take these."
"What are they...?"
"Sleeping pills. We prescribe them if masturbation starts due to the long treatment dragging on. You need sleep to keep up with daily treatments."
She dropped two pills into the water glass on the bedside table. They fizzed and dissolved, turning the water pale pink.
"Drink up."
I took the glass and sipped. Sweet, with a slight bitterness on my tongue.
"Sleep will come in about ten minutes."
Althea took the empty glass and set it down.
"The magic circle blocks ejaculation, but if you break through it and cum, the circle shatters. Then..."
"Basement Level 3..."
"Yes."
Althea nodded.
"Luckily, it didn't break today."
It was lucky she came in and stopped me, but she didn't say that.
"Tomorrow, Dr. Han has morning rounds. Take good care of yourself."
Althea stood and straightened my gown top. She pulled down the rumpled fabric to cover my breasts. My cock stayed dangling outside the gown's opening. The erection began to subside slowly. Whether from the sleeping pill or relief at her presence, drowsiness flooded in fast.
"I'll tuck you in."
She pulled up fresh covers to my chest. Lavender scent enveloped my nose again.
"Good night, Ji-ah."
A warm hand rested briefly on my forehead, then withdrew. I heard her turn off the light and leave. In the darkness, my eyelids grew heavy. Caught masturbating. Did she hear me call her name? Shame swept my mind one last time, then the sleeping pill dragged me under. I fell asleep.