Yoon Ji-ah's Fourth Treatment (1)
After Althea left, I sat blankly on the bed for a long time. The thought of ejaculating inside her tomorrow at 10 a.m. was stuck in my head—creampieing her pussy. My cock stayed half-hard under the patient gown. Combined with the lingering tease from Han Seo-yeon's exam, where she'd jerked me off just enough to leave me aching, my anticipation for tomorrow wouldn't let me settle down.
I had to distract myself somehow, so I grabbed my phone. If I didn't, my hands would wander to my cock. I opened and closed Nutube. Opened and closed Stargram. Nothing held my attention; I just scrolled mindlessly until I ended up in the search bar. My fingers hesitated, pondering. A few days ago, I never would've dared type this. Futanari treatment final discharge reviews.
The results popped up in a neat list. Mostly medical info sites, half of them ads. Tucked among them were a few anonymous community posts.
Hey everyone. I was hospitalized and treated last fall, then discharged. Figured others in the same boat might search for this, so I'm posting.
First off, they carve the magic circle and you do endurance training for about a week—treatments were manageable. The real killer is the last day.
30 minutes before final discharge, they give you stamina pills and meds. Mandatory since you have to endure the treatment load.
Legs shaking the moment I entered the treatment room. Knowing a week's worth of blocked ejaculations would all release at once? Terrifying.
In the room, there's a procedure to unseal the magic circle. Doctor places her hand over the pattern on your balls and chants something—bam, the mana trapped inside floods out. You feel the full weight of that week's condensed semen.
Thinking about going through that tomorrow made my heart race. I scrolled down.
After that, it's just you and the nurse. Position was cowgirl—she laid me on the bed and mounted me. The moment she took me in... indescribable. My untouched cock for a week slid all the way in, and her insides were so hot and rippling. Couldn't last long.
It's not just one ejaculation. You keep cumming until all the condensed mana drains out as semen. I did five? Six times? Each one empties your balls more as the mana fades. Passed out right after the last one—woke up with my cock regressed to a clit.
Afterward, you're wiped. Slept the whole day in recovery.
Six ejaculations? Unimaginable. Even normally, after one orgasm, I'm soft for 30 minutes. Five in a row? My cock twitched under the gown, eager to poke out.
I hit back and searched for more posts.
I hit 100% mana condensation in just 5 days, so it ended quick. Curious about my last day? Drop a comment.
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Honestly, best experience of my life. A week's pent-up load exploding at once, absorbed right into the succubus pussy? And as it absorbs, her walls ripple—double pleasure. Their racial trait makes them cum too when taking semen. But afterward... a bit depressed. Like a sense of loss. Spending every day with her for a week, then it ends like that? Felt weird, even though it's just patient-nurse. Guess I got attached. Mood lifted quick after some time, though. Maybe the cock messed with my head mentally. Dating a boyfriend now, doing fine.
I read that post twice. Sense of loss. Attachment. My cock was vanishing—that's good, right? So why did my chest feel so tight? I'm the patient, Althea's the nurse. After a week of caring for me and finishing me off, she'll take the next one. These useless thoughts were all because of the cock. I had to shake them off.
That comment pissed me off for some reason. I flipped my phone over, tossed it on the bed, and buried my face in the pillow.
I ate lunch in my room. Althea brought the tray and left after a curt word. "I'll be back at 1."
No head pat or reassuring touch like usual. Keeping distance before the final treatment?
I ate enough, set the tray on the bedside table, and checked the clock. Ten minutes to treatment. My mouth went dry from nerves. What would the last treatment be? Telling me to rest since tomorrow would be tough?
Knock knock.
My heart sped up. "Yes."
The door opened, and Althea entered. No cardigan today—just her uniform. Top button undone more than usual, exposing deep cleavage. Click. Door locked.
"You didn't eat much."
Althea glanced at the tray and sat in the chair by the bed. It creaked under her weight.
"Too nervous..."
"I bet. It's tomorrow, after all." She smiled softly, hands on her knees, facing me. "So, Ji-ah. Since it's the last day before treatment..."
Her purple eyes narrowed slightly. "If there's a treatment you want, just say it."
"...Something I want?"
"Yes. You can't have them after tomorrow's over, so we always ask patients on the last day. Anything you'd like?"
A treatment I want? The unexpected question left me speechless. It meant I had to say it. She'd always taken the lead; now I had to voice it myself.
"Could you... give examples...?" My voice came out small.
Althea smiled faintly, raising her index finger. "Well... the finger ring masturbation from yesterday—if you want that again, sure."
Middle finger. "Back hug but tighter, breasts pressed firmer against your back. Or facing each other in a hug."
Ring finger. "Paizuri's an option. Sliding your cock between my breasts up and down. Or horizontal paizuri, where only you thrust your hips."
Pinky. "Rubbing with my ass... or fellatio, sucking your erect cock. Intense pleasure, but I can control the pace."
Thumb. "Or... nipple stimulation with my mouth. Yours are sensitive, so it'd work great."
Her gentle voice listed the lewd acts clinically, unflinchingly. My cock twitched inside the gown at each one.
"..."
"Take your time. We've got plenty."
Althea rested her hands on her knees, waiting. Her purple eyes gazed softly. Words spun in my head: finger ring, hug, paizuri, ass, fellatio, nipple play. Wanted them all—what to pick? Yesterday's finger ring pleasure flashed back. The weight of her breasts against my back in the hug. But amid them, that post's "sense of loss" lingered. Tomorrow, it ends with Althea. I wanted to be closer. Just thinking it flushed my face.
"...Um, Nurse Althea."
"Yes."
"I... uh..." Words failed. Lips fluttered shut.
Althea didn't rush, just watched.
"...Your breasts..."
"My breasts?"
"I want to... suck on them."
I yanked the pillow over my face. Ears burning red. Althea's massive breasts, thick nipples rising from dark areolas. When she teased and flicked mine, I'd craved touching hers.
"Suck on my breasts? Our little Ji-ah wants that?" A hint of surprise in her tone.
I nodded into the pillow, unable to look.
"Hm."
Chair creaked. "Good choice."
I peeked out. Althea stood, sat on the bed's edge. Mattress dipped deep, tilting me toward her.
"I'll take my top off."
She undid her uniform buttons from the top. Fabric parted, revealing a white bra. Cups lifted her breasts, but soft flesh overflowed the edges roundly. Deep cleavage, shoulder straps digging into her skin.
Hand behind her back—snap. Bra unhooked, breasts sagged heavily with gravity.
