Yoon Ji-ah — Final Discharge (1)
Breakfast on the last morning had no taste, no matter how much of it I ate.
The menu had been put together to go easy on my stomach. Althea had said it was better to keep my insides empty before the Final Discharge, but I still needed my strength, so I was to eat what I could. I picked up my spoon and worked at the rice porridge. It went down my throat all right, but the sound of my fingertip tapping the edge of the tray carried further than any sense of being full.
Tap, tap, tap. My own fingers.
I lowered my hand to my knee to stop it, and there it was in my line of sight—a cock twitching all on its own. It had been hard since the moment I woke up, and it showed no sign of going down.
Today is the end.
Yesterday, during my final treatment, Althea had laid my head on her thigh and let me nurse at her breast. I could still hear the voice that smoothed my hair and murmured, Tomorrow, you can cum as much as you like.
As much as I like.
That word reached into the depths of my testicles. The semen piled up inside them seemed to churn at the sound of it.
"Not much of an appetite?"
Althea asked from where she sat perched on the bed across from me. Today we were eating in my hospital room instead of going down to the cafeteria—she'd said movement would be kept to a minimum, since the later stages of treatment would make even that much difficult. She wore her usual pink nurse uniform under a pale pink cardigan, and unlike the way her hair had streamed in the wind on the rooftop, today it was neatly put together, as if she'd made a point of it.
"I'm eating, but... I can't taste a thing."
"That's what nerves do."
Althea scooped up a little of the steamed egg custard from my tray and set it on top of my porridge. "Still, eat a little more. You need to take your medicine."
The medicine came after the meal, she'd said. A potency booster, a stamina supplement, a mana circuit stabilizer—drugs meant to keep my body from breaking down no matter how many times I came during the Final Discharge. I forced the spoon into my mouth. The custard gave way softly on my tongue.
When the meal was over, Althea set the tray on the cart by the door, then drew a small medicine envelope from her cardigan pocket. My name and the time of administration were written across the white paper.
Yoon Ji-ah / Final Discharge Pre-Treatment / 09:10
Althea tore the envelope open and took out pills in a range of colors.
"These are the stamina supplement and the mana circuit stabilizer; the purple one calms the ejaculation reflex. And this ampoule here is the potency booster."
"The word 'potency booster' is a little too..."
"Straight to the point, isn't it?" Althea smiled faintly. "But renaming it wouldn't change what it does."
She snapped the ampoule open and handed it to me, and a sweet, bitter scent rose from the mouth of the vial—like concentrated honey cut with herbal medicine. "Drink it in one go. If the taste lingers, it only gets harder."
I raised the ampoule to my lips and swallowed. The instant the thick liquid slid over my tongue and down my throat, warmth bloomed deep in my belly. Then I washed three pills down with water, and Althea took the empty ampoule from me and dropped it into a small medical waste bin.
"Once the medicine kicks in—about thirty minutes—I'll come back."
She smoothed my bangs aside with her fingertips, and every time they grazed my forehead, my cock stirred a little more. Today, I didn't even think about hiding it.
"Then we'll move to the treatment room. Until then, use the bathroom, drink some water, and if you can, rest in bed."
"Yes."
Althea walked toward the door, paused, and glanced back over her shoulder.
"Ji-ah."
"Yes?"
"See you soon."
When the door closed, the room went quiet. At first I felt nothing except a faint warmth inside my belly. Then, as the minutes passed, the medicine began to take hold. My fingertips went hot first—I could feel every pulse beating in my palms. After that came warmth like water slowly rising from the nape of my neck down my spine, filling me from the inside.
My testicles grew heavier. They were already packed full of semen; I hadn't known they could get heavier still. Sitting in the chair felt like I might tip over, so I lay down on the bed. My cock stood fully erect, and Cowper's fluid welled slowly at the tip before spilling over my belly—a clear, sticky thread drawing its way down below my navel.
Thirty more minutes and it's over. Today is really the last day. I'm not stupid enough to screw it up now.
Steeled, I tucked both hands under the pillow so they couldn't move. Even if it made me feel like a child, there was no helping it. I stared at the ceiling. The fluorescent light was off, and the morning light through the window sketched a pale rectangle across it. I pressed my head down over my buried hands and let my mind drift. What would it feel like, the moment my cock disappeared? Would it hurt? Would I feel hollow? Or would I be too exhausted to think of anything at all?
Knock, knock.
Lost in those stray thoughts, I had apparently let the whole thirty minutes slip by.
"Ji-ah, coming in."
The door opened and Althea stepped inside. The moment she took in my state, her footsteps slowed. Her eyes traveled in order over the cock jutting up from my belly, the magic circle glowing faintly above my testicles, and the hem of my gown damp with Cowper's fluid.
"The medicine's in full effect. Any dizziness?"
"A little... I just feel hot all over."
Althea came to the bedside and pressed the back of her hand lightly to my forehead. Her hand was still warmer than my body—but my own temperature had climbed so close to hers that it no longer felt feverish the way it normally would.
"Good. Can you make the move?"
I nodded. Althea produced a tip condom. "We have to get to the treatment room, so I'll put this on for a moment."
Her hand closed around my cock. Even though I'd been through the procedure plenty of times, my body reacted like it was the first, every single time. Her hot palm held the shaft steady while her other hand fitted the small cap over the glans; the silicone slid slick over the Cowper's fluid and sealed tight.
"Mnn..."
"Almost done."
She pressed the condom's edge down in a circle with her finger to check the seal, then tidied the bottom of my patient uniform for me—my cock still out through the opening, the tip condom fitted snug over the head.
Getting off the bed, I wobbled for a moment, my legs feeling vaguely floaty, whether from nerves or the medicine. Althea took my elbow gently. "Slowly, now."
The corridor felt longer than usual. The familiar sweetness of the fourth-floor ward, the low murmur of voices from the Nurse Station far down the hall—everything came through unnervingly vivid. The medicine seemed to have sharpened my senses, too.
The treatment room was a wide, quiet space. A medical bed sat at its center; beside it waited a mana measurement device, a silver tray, and a stack of white towels. Han Seo-yeon was already in the room—as always, the white coat over a red blouse and a black pencil skirt. Her red eyes found me over the rim of her half-rim glasses, a sheaf of documents clipped to her board.
"Yoon Ji-ah. We will proceed with the Final Discharge as scheduled."
Her voice was low and cold, as it always was. "Pre-treatment medication is confirmed, and the magic circle's condensation rate was sufficient as of yesterday. Once the seal is released, your ejaculatory suppression is gone. Arousal response can spike sharply the moment it's released, so follow my instructions."
"Yes..."
Han Seo-yeon looked to Althea. "Nurse Althea. We won't need restraints for this patient, correct?"
"No. Ji-ah is very cooperative."
Cooperative. Sure, I'd been caught masturbating once, but I was a cooperative patient.
"Good. Sit on the bed. Bottoms off, top pulled up above your navel."
I sat at the edge of the bed and pulled off my bottoms, and Althea peeled away the tip condom. The moment it came free, the bare head flinched at the touch of air; the fluid pooled inside the condom stretched out in a thread and clung to Althea's fingers.
Han Seo-yeon pulled on gloves and came to stand in front of me, lifting my testicles with her latex-clad hand. The magic circle stood out vividly—the purple patterns etched into my body over the past few days, the geometric lines running between my testicles and my lower abdomen.
"Releasing."
Han Seo-yeon laid her left hand over the pattern on my lower abdomen, her right cradling the one on my testicles. Beneath her palms the circle flared red, then deepened into a heavy violet. The moment a low, chant-like sound touched my ears, a jolt shot through my lower belly—then came the weight. It felt like everything trapped in my testicles was plunging downward at once, and like a door bolted shut for days finally easing open, the pressure of the semen began to grope for a way out.
"Ngh—!"
My cock lurched hard and a drop of Cowper's fluid fell from the tip. The urge to cum surged up—and stalled again under Han Seo-yeon's hand.
"Don't move yet."
Her voice dropped, sharp. I seized the bed sheet. My cock pulsed against my belly like a heartbeat, and my testicles burned as though something inside them had come to a boil.
The pattern's color was changing. The violet was draining away, the purple lines severing one by one. The light died first in the large circular pattern on my lower abdomen; then the lines across my testicles faded, dissolving outward from their centers.
The instant the last line went dark, my body jackknifed forward.
"Nnngh—!"
The dammed-up urge to cum found its passage all at once. Had my body realized that the pleasure which had spent days slamming into a wall was finally free? A scorching path opened from the root of my cock to the very tip, and my thighs shook on the bed.
Han Seo-yeon drew her hands away. "Seal release complete. No residual reaction from the magic circle. Standard Final Discharge is cleared." She stripped off her gloves and made a note on her clipboard. "Nurse Althea."
"Yes, Doctor."
"I'll leave the rest to you. The patient is in a highly condensed state. The first discharge response is likely to be intense—keep her breathing steady, and change her position if you need to."
"Understood."
Han Seo-yeon gave me a single look. "Yoon Ji-ah. From this point on, this is not a treatment of endurance. It is a treatment of release. Follow instructions, and don't keep your body tense. If you start to hyperventilate, tell Nurse Althea immediately."
"Yes..."
Han Seo-yeon walked toward the door, her heels tapping crisply across the treatment room floor. At the door she paused, then added, "You've worked hard. Making it this far—you did well."
Strangely, that brief compliment from such a cold woman stayed with me. The door had closed before I could find an answer.
Only Althea and I were left in the treatment room. The air changed. Her scent—lavender and warm milk—began to fill the space, wrapping around the soundproofed walls, the white bed, and the woman standing before me. She approached me slowly.
"Ji-ah."
Her voice was as tender as always, but today a touch more careful. She reached out and cupped my cheek. "You don't have to hold back anymore."
At those words my cock gave a violent throb. The magic circle no longer glowed, and the way out for everything I'd stored up stood open.
"Want to take off your clothes and lie down?" Althea said.
On the bed I slowly peeled off my gown top, the fabric slipping from my shoulders until my bare body was out in the open air. Althea spread a towel out beside me. When I lay back in the middle of the bed, the cool sheet met my back; overhead, the fluorescent light had been dimmed to something that wouldn't sting the eyes.
Althea didn't climb between my legs. Instead she walked around to the head of the bed. At first I didn't understand. She smoothed down her uniform skirt and set one knee onto the mattress, which sank deep beneath her, and her body came up over mine—but the position was strange. Her face was turned toward my lower body.
Her thighs settled on either side of my face, and that wide, soft flesh filled my whole field of view. The skin above her white knee socks was pressed and dimpled slightly where it folded. And beyond it, beneath her uniform skirt—Althea straddled my face with her crotch laid bare above me.
Thrown by an angle I had never imagined, I panicked.
"Nurse...?"
The words barely made it out of my throat. Althea's ass hung directly above my face—the shadow inside her skirt, and a scent far denser than the lavender I knew. One wrong breath and I might cum on the spot. From above, Althea was gazing down at my lower body, her voice drifting from somewhere around my belly.
"Just relax. I'm not putting it in right away."