Yoon Ji-ah - Hospitalization (1)
I follow behind Althea Bess down the corridor. Every step is torture. I fix my gaze on the floor to avoid looking at that swaying ass in front of me, but the motion of her uniform skirt fluttering left and right keeps creeping into the top of my vision. With each stride, glimpses of bare skin flash above her thigh-highs, alternating sides, and her heart-shaped tail sways lazily, lifting the back of her skirt just a bit. Inside my pants, it slaps against my thigh in time with my footsteps. Thwack, thwack, thwack. Hot Cowper's fluid trickles down in steady streams, spreading all the way to the insides of my knees.
"The rooms on the right side of this corridor are the multi-purpose treatment rooms," Althea says, pointing to one door without breaking stride.
[4F-T03 Multi-purpose Treatment Room]
Through the semi-transparent glass, I catch a hazy glimpse of what looks like a medical chair. The kind used in gynecology offices, with stirrups that spread apart on both sides.
"Basic exams and special procedures are done in there. You'll be visiting it a lot yourself, Ji-ah."
A lot. The word echoes in my head.
Doors of the same size line both sides of the corridor. Each has an electronic lock, and beside them, small panels with patient names. Faint moans leak out from some of the cracks now and then, then fade away. I try to dismiss them as auditory hallucinations, but once my ears latch on, they keep coming. I'm not the only one. It's a relief... but it sends chills down my spine too.
"The nurse station is at the end on the left. It's staffed 24/7, so call us anytime if you feel uncomfortable at night."
Althea turns her head to look back at me. Even walking backward, she doesn't stumble. Her purple eyes gaze down softly, smiling. The small horns on either side of her forehead catch the fluorescent light.
"Meals are in the B1 Cafeteria. There's a special mana-balanced diet. The taste is... pretty good."
That hint of amusement at the end makes me think "pretty good" isn't just politeness. But right now, my brain has no room to process food info.
As she turns forward, her cardigan slips off her shoulder, revealing the seam of her uniform top. The fabric stretches taut along the sides of her breasts, and I spot the faint outline of her bra strap underneath. Thick straps. Yeah, she'd need those to hold up that weight.
Stop staring, Yoon Ji-ah.
"There's a pool on B1 too—a mana relief swimming pool. It helps when your body temperature rises. The third floor has a library and a plantarium... You won't get bored."
"Ah, y-yes! The facilities are really nice, haha!"
My voice pitches up uselessly high again, and an exaggerated laugh slips out.
Althea glances back once more, tilting her head slightly. Her gaze lingers on my face for a moment, then drifts downward. She must see my hands clutching the front of my padding jacket. She says nothing, just faces forward and keeps walking.
She stops at the second-to-last door. A panel reads:
[Room 402 — Yoon Ji-ah]
Seeing my name already there hits me with a wave of reality.
Althea swipes her ID badge on the electronic lock. A green light flashes, and the door opens.
"We're here. Go on in."
The single room is bigger than I expected. Against the left wall, a medical bed with an ECG monitor and mana measurement device at the head. A small desk and chair by the window, bathroom door on the right. On a shelf by the bed, neatly folded patient uniforms and towels, plus a transparent bottle of pale purple liquid beside them.
A normal hospital room. Except for the leather restraints attached to the bed rails. One each for wrists and ankles—four in total. I can tell they're medical-grade, but their presence clutches at my heart.
Althea closes the door behind us. Click! The electronic lock engages, and the air shifts. The pheromones dispersed in the corridor concentrate in this small space, thickening the scent. Lavender, warm milk, and something sweet and sticky underneath. My lungs pull it in, and my entire lower abdomen heats up. It quivers inside my pants.
"You can take off the padding jacket. It's just us here."
Althea pulls the chair in front of the bed and sits. The cushion sinks deep under her weight. Her thighs, exposed above the thigh-highs, spread wide even with her knees together—no gap between them. Her uniform skirt rides up to mid-thigh, pressing into the thick flesh.
I perch on the edge of the bed but can't bring myself to shed the jacket. Without it, the outline of my pants would show completely under my hoodie—and exposing myself like this feels more humiliating than being naked.
"No need to be tense."
Althea rests a silver clipboard on her lap. Probably has my questionnaire clipped to it, like the one Han Seo-yeon carried.
"First, I'll explain the treatment process ahead. Not knowing is the scariest part, after all."
She flips a page. Her purple eyes scan the paper.
"You've had symptoms for a month since onset, high latent mana levels... You've passed the outpatient procedure window, so you're here for inpatient treatment. Doctor Han told you that already, right?"
"Yes..."
"Inpatient treatment has three main stages."
Althea holds up one finger. Her neatly manicured nail catches my eye. Of course, she's a nurse. But it's long and soft-looking, sparking an unnecessary fantasy that flickers and dies.
"First: Engraving the Ejaculation Control Magic Circle."
My heart plummets. I hadn't heard about that.
"Magic... circle?"
"Yes. We inscribe a special magic circle on your testicles and lower abdomen. It physically blocks ejaculation while condensing your internal mana into semen."
Her voice is soft and leisurely, like chatting about the weather. But the content sure isn't.
Engraving a magic circle on my balls. It takes time for my brain to process the words.
"It might feel a bit hot during inscription, but it won't hurt, so don't worry."
She adds, "Once activated, a red pattern appears on your testicles whenever you're aroused. That's the sign your mana is condensing."
"So... I won't be able to ejaculate at all?"
My voice trembles thinly. Just saying "ejaculate" out loud makes my face feel like it's exploding.
"No, it's not impossible. It's just very difficult while the magic circle is active."
She raises a second finger.
"The second stage is the main treatment: stimulation and endurance training."
"Stimulation and..."
"Yes. Twice a day, morning and afternoon, I'll stimulate your erogenous zones."
The air freezes. Althea looks straight at me. Her purple eyes glow softly under her droopy lids, a kind smile on her lips. Like a mom explaining a vaccine to her kid.
But the explanation is "I'll touch your genitals twice a day."
"For the magic circle to condense mana into semen, your body needs a steady supply of sexual arousal energy. If you just sit idle, the mana dissipates."
"So we maintain arousal through regular stimulation, while you endure without ejaculating."
"Endure...?"
"Yes. Hold back the urge to cum. That's the endurance training."
Her voice drops a tone, softening reassuringly, like she's soothing me.
"While the magic circle suppresses peak pleasure, that energy becomes the catalyst for mana condensation. Simply put, the more aroused you get and the longer you endure, the faster the treatment ends."
The more aroused... the longer you endure. My mind goes blank.
"Stimulation intensity ramps up gradually."
She flips the clipboard page and continues.
"We start light—nipple stimulation, touches near the genitals. Once your body adapts, it progresses to direct manual stimulation, breast procedures, oral procedures."
Hands. Oral. Breasts. Each word nails into my brain. My heart's about to burst from my mouth, and it throbs wildly in my pants. I feel Cowper's fluid trickling down my thigh to my knee, crystal clear.
"There are everyday environmental stimulations too. Things like walks or using the pool involve exposure training outdoors. It's effective for boosting mana condensation rates."
"Ex... exposure?"
"Don't worry. It's all within the hospital, and the other patients are in the same boat."
Althea reaches out and pats my knee lightly. Even through the padding, her warm hand makes my whole body jolt.
"I'll always be right there with you."
She raises a third finger.
"Third: final expulsion."
Her eyes soften even more as she holds up all three fingers. But beneath that gentleness, something else flickers. I don't know what, but chills run down my back.
"Once the magic circle has condensed enough mana, we release it all at once. That day, we release the seal and..."
She pauses, peering into my eyes.
"...you ejaculate inside a succubus through raw vaginal creampie sex."
My mouth falls open.
"Cr... creampie... inside...?"
"To absorb 100% of the mana, it needs direct internal release. Condoms reduce absorption efficiency."
She explains calmly.
"If the final expulsion succeeds, the mana drains completely, your male organ regresses to its original clitoris state, and treatment's done."
Raw insertion into a succubus's vagina. The questionnaire question flashes back. Is this absolutely necessary? I'd scribbled in tiny letters. It was.
"Who... who does it with...?"
"Your dedicated nurse."
Althea says, smiling leisurely.
"So... me."
Blood rushes to my face and crotch at once. My head spins, vision narrows. It swells to its limit in my pants, pushing up the waistband of my training pants. I can feel the glans protruding up to my navel without looking. Cowper's fluid isn't dripping anymore—it's streaming, staining a dark patch on the front.
"Oh, and one more thing."
Althea sets down the clipboard and adds,
"Unauthorized masturbation is strictly forbidden during treatment. You agreed in the questionnaire, right?"
"...Yes."
"If you're caught, there are penalties. First offense: verbal warning. Second: spanking. Third: bed restraints."
Her gaze flicks to the leather cuffs on the bed rails.
"Keep violating, and you're transferred to B3 Mechanical Extraction."
"What's B3?"
Her smile fades slightly for the first time. Not gone, but the warmth in her eyes cools a bit.
"Better not find out."
She says quietly.
"That's where they force extraction with large milking machines. It's mechanical, not magical treatment... severe side effects. Permanent changes to sensitivity, psychological trauma."
Me, who'd masturbated daily for a month, now can't cum for a week. Stimulated twice a day. No masturbation in between. Caught? Spanked, restrained, or worst case, dragged to the basement machines.
But that's not the scary part. The real terror is that through all Althea's explanations, it never softened once. It got harder. Hearing about restraints and spanking made it pulse even stronger in my pants.
Althea stands from the chair, positioning herself in front of me. At my eye level perched on the bed, her belly. Looking up, I see the heavy undersides of her breasts sagging inside her uniform. Flesh peeks through the button gaps. Lavender scent fills my nose.
"Ji-ah."
Her hand rests on my head. Warm, broad palm strokes my hair. My body stiffens reflexively. The heat travels down my scalp, over my nape, tracing my spine, igniting my lower abdomen.
"I know it's scary. Embarrassing, shameful, makes you want to run."
Her fingers brush gently behind my ear. Like a mom would.
My nose stings, tears welling up.
"But here, it's okay. No need to hide or hold back... well, except for ejaculation."
She chuckles softly.
"Everything else is fine. Leave your shame, your tears—leave it all here."
A single tear drops, staining the padding with a small spot.
"For now, change into the patient uniform. Those pants are already soaked, aren't they?"
My face is burning up. Her purple eyes are fixed between my knees. The dark wet patch on my training pants peeking from under the jacket hem.
I duck my head, biting my lip.
"It's okay. Natural reaction."
Her hand moves from my head to my shoulder. Pat, pat. There's a rhythm to it.
"The patient uniform is breathable and loose, so it'll be more comfortable than now. Once you're changed, we'll schedule the magic circle inscription."
Althea takes the folded patient uniform from the shelf and sets it beside me. Pale sky-blue cotton top and baggy bottoms. The bottoms have a Y-shaped slit in front. Obviously designed for it.
"I'll step out while you change. Call me when you're done."
She heads for the door. Soft slap of slippers on the floor. Just before touching the door, she looks back over her shoulder. Droopy eyes, purple gaze, slight upturn of her lips.
"Looking forward to the next week, Ji-ah."
The door closes. Alone in the room, I can't move for a long while. Tears stream down my cheeks. Shame? Relief? Fear? I can't tell. They all crash in at once, and I don't know where to start processing.
In my pants, it stands rigidly firm. Even after Althea leaves, the lingering lavender at the tip of my nose won't fade—and as long as it does, there's no sign of it going down.
My hand moves on reflex. Fingers about to grip it over my pants—I catch myself and pull back first.
The leather restraints on the bed rail gleam in the corner of my vision.
Endure. Endure it, Yoon Ji-ah.
I repeat the mantra I've chanted for a month. With trembling hands, I pick up the patient uniform.