Kim Hae-rin - Treatment (5)

Once Hae-rin was gone and the door had clicked shut behind her, Han Seo-yeon lowered her gaze to the questionnaire on her clipboard.

The tip of her pen came to rest on the box marked "mesugaki discipline." Her expression unchanged, she turned the page.

She tapped the internal phone icon on her monitor, and after a short connecting tone, the second-floor outpatient physical therapy reception desk picked up.

"Yes, outpatient physical therapy reception."

"This is Han Seo-yeon. I have instructions concerning the assignment of patient Kim Hae-rin."

"Yes, Doctor."

Han Seo-yeon opened the patient's chart and skimmed a few lines.

"Patient Kim Hae-rin — I have assigned Nurse Mora Silvae as attending for her outpatient discharge treatment."

"Nurse Mora. Understood — assignment confirmed."

"Relaying special notes. The patient is highly sensitive about the size of her male genitalia. Erect length is 4.7 centimeters, below average. Avoid any direct mention of it."

Through the receiver came the clatter of the reception nurse typing on a keyboard.

"Understood, Doctor. I'll be sure to stress to Nurse Mora that genital size is not to be mentioned."

"Second. Smegma has accumulated under the foreskin. She appears to have believed false information online and stopped cleaning recently. Have her shower and wash before treatment. If necessary, verify ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠the cleansing with a nurse present."

"I'll pass the pre-treatment shower and foreskin-cleansing instructions along to Nurse Mora."

Han Seo-yeon paused for a moment, then added:

"Given the patient's disposition, defensive and defiant behavior is to be expected. She will likely respond to stimulation quickly, but if her pride is provoked, her cooperation may suffer. Tell Nurse Mora to refrain from unnecessary provocation."

"Yes. Although, knowing Nurse Mora... mm, I'll pass it along."

There was a flicker of hesitation at the end of the receptionist's sentence. Han Seo-yeon's expression didn't so much as twitch.

"Pass it along. That is an instruction."

"Yes, Doctor."

"Confirm whether the guardian has gone home before treatment begins, and when the session ends, brief the patient on precautions for the trip home."

"Yes, Doctor. I'll confirm contact with the guardian."

Han Seo-yeon ended the call. Setting the receiver down, she peeled off her mask and dropped it into the medical waste bin.

As if the smell from earlier still clung inside her nose, she pressed the bridge of it briefly. Then she entered the final note into the chart.

The moment she saved the record, the list of patients to call next appeared on her screen.

When the second-floor elevator doors slid open, the sign for the outpatient physical therapy zone stood right in front of me.

It was the words Guardian Access Restricted that caught my eye.

I hadn't known my mom being gone could be such a relief. At the same time, it meant that from here on out, I was genuinely on my own.

A succubus nurse sat at the reception window. She took my referral slip and checked it over.

"Kim Hae-rin, correct? I'll get you checked in for your outpatient discharge treatment."

"Yes."

"You'll take your pre-treatment medication first, then use the shower room, and once you're done you'll be shown to your assigned nurse."

The shower room.

The nurse had clearly already read whatever precautions had popped up on my chart. Inside, she probably thought I was filthy. But the face she showed me was nothing but pleasant.

"In the shower room, you'll use the hospital-provided cleanser, and please wash thoroughly — all the way inside the foreskin of your male organ."

Polite, but precise. I cleared my throat.

"Ahem— yeah. I just have ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠to wash, right? It's not like I'm the type who doesn't shower."

The succubus nurse's tail stirred a little.

Was that a laugh? How would I know from a tail alone? She's not a canid, for god's sake. Quit overreacting.

The nurse held out a small medicine cup and some water.

"The medication comes first. A virility booster, a mana stabilizer, and an ejaculation-response aid."

In the cup were two pills and one small purple capsule. There was also a liquid ampoule in a clear disposable cup.

"If I take these, does the... reaction come right away?"

"Usually within twenty to thirty minutes you'll feel your body temperature rise and the erectile response strengthen. After your shower, your assigned nurse will check your condition in the treatment room."

I tipped the pills into my mouth, swallowed them down with water, then drank the ampoule syrup after. The taste was foul — sweet and bitter at once, and it left a strange heat crawling on my tongue.

"Ugh..."

"Are you all right?"

"It tastes awful."

The nurse laughed quietly.

"Everyone says that. Now, I'll walk you to the shower room."

I followed her down the corridor. Waiting outside the shower room door were a disposable towel, the cleanser, and a fresh Patient Uniform.

The ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠uniform's bottoms had some kind of odd opening at the front — that humiliating cutout I'd only ever seen in internet reviews, the crotch left completely exposed.

Wow. So I'm actually about to put that on.

The nurse stopped at the curtain.

"After your shower, change into this Patient Uniform. You won't need to wear underwear. It isn't used during treatment, and it could end up soiled."

"Okay."

"When you're finished cleansing, press the bell. Your assigned nurse will come for you."

My assigned nurse. Mora Silvae. The gacha game nurse I'd glimpsed just before the elevator doors closed floated up in my memory.

It couldn't be... right?

The nurse left, and the shower room door closed. A quick glance around told me the place was spotless, and a notice posted on one of the walls caught my eye.

The third item was emphasized in bold. I sighed and shrugged off my hoodie.

T-shirt, jeans, panties — I stripped them off one by one, and standing naked in front of the mirror, I looked even more wretched than I had in the exam room. Maybe it was the medication, but my dick was already half hard. Small, oversensitive — and above all, filthy inside.

"Those internet bastards. I swear, I'll kill them."

Muttering to myself, I turned on the shower, and warm water poured down over my shoulders. My soaked hair stuck to my face. I washed with the body wash, then squeezed the hospital cleanser into my palm.

I took hold of my dick and pulled the foreskin down, and the white gunk I'd seen earlier was there again. Wet, it only grew slicker, and that smell drifted up once more.

"Ugh, shit..."

Even I couldn't stand my own smell. If it was this bad to the person it belonged to, I couldn't exactly blame Han Seo-yeon for wearing that mask.

I rubbed carefully with my fingertips, and my glans was so sensitive my legs shook on the spot.

"Nnh—"

Maybe because it had been ages since I'd touched it, a moan slipped out of me. The cleanser's foam worked through the creases of the glans, the gunk melting away and swirling into the water.

The stimulation was intense, but the venue — a hospital, of all places — kept things from escalating that far. I scrubbed meticulously until the job was done.

Shower finished, I put on the Patient Uniform. The opening at the front of the bottoms kept pulling at my attention, my half-hard dick pressing through the gap in the fabric into a strange shape.

If I'd been admitted, I'd have to keep it hanging out through there the entire time, right? Thank god for outpatient treatment.

I pressed the bell.

From the corridor came footsteps — slow, plodding, radiating reluctance — and outside the door, someone swallowed a yawn.

"Haaahm... Patient Kim Hae-rin?"

The voice beyond the door was low and flat. A voice that couldn't be bothered.

"Yes."

"Mora Silvae, your attending nurse. Opening the door."

And the door swung open.

A two-tone bob cut — black on the outside, blue on the inside. Tired eyes. A chart in one hand, a smartphone in the other.

Ha. It really was that gacha game nurse.

Mora ran her gaze up and down me — barefoot, in the Patient Uniform — and spoke without lifting her eyes from her phone screen.

"You washed properly, right?"

"I did, actually."

"Good. If you hadn't, I'd have to send you back to do it again, and that's a hassle."

What is wrong with this person? Her personality looks rotten — is she seriously a nurse?

Mora propped the clipboard carelessly against the hand gripping her smartphone and checked something off with the pen in her other hand. On her screen, some kind of card game was running.

"Follow me. The treatment room's ready."

"Are you allowed to work while staring at your phone?"

When I asked, Mora lifted only her eyes to me.

"Aren't you the patient who read some clickbait online and showed up with a nicely aged vintage of smegma?"

"..."

"I only play turn-based games or leave auto-battle running. It's not like I'm neglecting you."

The unexpected answer stopped me short.

Hm. Not a mesugaki, though. She's some even more irritating breed. No, wait — she does get on people's nerves for fun, so doesn't that make her a mesugaki...?

Mora turned and started down the corridor, her tail swaying thinly behind her white pants, tiny sound effects chirping from her phone. I followed along, pondering the definition of a mesugaki.

The lettering on the sign ahead drew closer.

Before the door opened, Mora shot me a sideways glance.

"Oh, and one more thing, patient."

"What."

"If you were expecting me to play the S, or 'discipline' you, or anything like that during treatment, fold that hope up and put it away now. I don't do that kind of roleplay."

Heat flooded my face.

"...Who said I was expecting anything?"

Mora looked down at the front of my Patient Uniform with those tired eyes.

"That part of you seems to have been expecting it, though."

My dick was standing at half-mast inside the uniform.

I wanted to die.

Mora heaved a sigh.

"Haa... don't get it up before we've even started. It throws off the order of the procedure."

"If I could control that, why would I be at a hospital?"

"Sure, sure."

Mora answered dryly and pushed the door open, and the white light of the treatment room spilled out into the corridor.