Kim Hae-rin — Treatment (6)
"I'll extract the last of it with your mouth."
Mora declared it as casually as if announcing the weather.
I stared at her blankly, still holding my cup of water.
"It was pretty unusual when I absorbed it from down below, you know. I wanted to verify it directly through my mouth as well."
"...With your mouth?"
My voice cracked so badly it barely came out. I looked up at Mora, half-slumped against the bed.
She scribbled something on the chart, then simply turned her head toward me.
"Isn't the mouth supposed to be an important part for a succubus? You told me kissing was off-limits."
At my words, the tip of Mora's pen stopped.
"Only mouth-on-mouth contact counts as important."
"What's the difference?"
"Humans don't kiss their spoons while they eat, do they?"
"Your analogies, I swear..."
"You understand, right?"
Annoyingly, I bought it instantly. Instead of answering, I took another sip of water. The inside of my mouth still felt gritty and raw, and my whole body hung heavy.
It seemed like we'd already drained plenty, but Mora tilted her head as she studied the chart.
"There's still a little residual reaction left. One more final drain and we should be done."
"I don't trust the phrase 'one more' coming out of your mouth."
"The probability that this time it's really the last is high."
Maybe because the person saying it was Mora, I believed it not at all.
She snapped the chart shut and rose to her feet. Her white nurse top hung disheveled, and the blue strands beneath her bob, damp with sweat, clung to the nape of her neck. Wiping her neck roughly with the back of her hand, she said, "Better to do it standing up. Get off the bed and stand up straight."
"Now? In this state?"
"Yes. Staying lying down just seems like it'd hurt your neck."
Only thinking about what's convenient for herself.
Grumbling inwardly, I braced my hands on the edge of the bed. My legs shook. The moment my feet found the floor, my knees nearly buckled, and I snatched at the bed frame in a panic.
"You okay?"
Mora asked. Her tone was far closer to dealing with a fall would be a hassle than to actual concern.
"I'm fine. Nobody's dying."
"Please don't. If you die, the report gets longer."
"Seriously..."
I finally made it off the bed. The treatment room floor was cold underfoot. My lower half was soggy with a mix of gel and sweat, but the real problem lay elsewhere — my cock hung there, limp and lifeless. My body had apparently hit its absolute limit.
There was a sexy? succubus nurse right in front of me, and the drug's effects still smoldering in my veins — and yet, after that string of back-to-back drains, the thing showed zero intention of rising.
Mora's gaze dropped between my legs.
"Hmm."
She plucked a pillow off the shelf and dropped it onto the floor with a soft thump, then knelt down on it lightly. The movement was fluid — probably a perk of that slender frame. The tip of her thin tail touched the floor, then swept itself aside as if the contact annoyed it.
With her kneeling before me, an absurd composition took shape: me, looking down from above; Mora, gazing up from below. Earlier in the day, this might have given me the smug thrill of holding the upper hand, but fresh off being wrung out in the Amazon position, I felt nothing of the sort. Besides, Mora wore the expression of a mechanic seated in front of a broken machine.
She pulled on a fresh pair of gloves and carefully cradled my balls. Even I could feel how much the contents had shrunk since the start.
"It really did lose a lot of semen, huh."
Her fingers repeated a slow rhythm of pressing and releasing. Businesslike to the letter — but to a body this sensitized, every touch landed like a shock. I dug my toes into the floor.
"One or two more emissions and this should wrap up... Let's get it standing first."
"It's not the kind of thing that stands up just because you tell it to."
"True enough."
She tried coaxing it a few more times with her hand, but my cock only flinched, refusing to lift its head. Accumulated fatigue had it pinned by the ankles. Mora waited a moment, then heaved a sigh.
"Ugh. Such a hassle."
"Stop saying 'hassle' in front of your patient!"
"It's a hassle. That's just a fact."
She picked up the chart and skimmed down it at speed. Her eyes stopped at a certain line — and then she fetched the gel and a new pair of gloves from the shelf.
"Patient Kim Hae-rin. Dual prostate structure confirmed, and the hymen is still intact, yes?"
"Why are you asking me that now?"
"Because we have to avoid damaging the hymen. If it ever got destroyed, I'd have to explain the circumstances afterward."
"My... hymen? What are you talking about all of a sudden?"
"So — rather than the vaginal interior, I'll stimulate the prostate on the anal side to force an erection."
What does my ass have to do with getting an erection?
I stared down at Mora, appalled.
"My a... I'm sorry, what?"
"Stimulating the prostate on the anal side."
"Absolutely not!"
The words burst out of me louder than I meant them to. Mora arched a single eyebrow.
"How would you even put a finger in there? Are you insane?"
"It's a perfectly legitimate treatment procedure."
"No — I already came plenty until just now! Can't we just call it finished here?"
"I told you. Residual reaction."
"Then leave it residual!"
"If we stop in this state, you'll have to book an outpatient appointment on another day and start the whole thing over from scratch."
"No, still, anything but that—"
"You're already a year past onset — there's no time, remember? If this round of treatment fails, next up might be physical amputation."
The horrible words, delivered in that bone-dry voice, stabbed straight into my chest.
Start over from the beginning? Remembering the humiliations I'd endured since this morning made my head swim.
Amputation? Imagining a blade slicing it off sent a chill crawling up my spine.
"...The second it's up, you pull out."
"Yes."
"I mean it. Even the tiniest reaction, and you pull out immediately."
"We'll see how it goes."
"Don't 'see how it goes' — pull out right away!"
"Yes, yes, understood. Upon achieving erection, immediate removal will be attempted."
Mora popped the lid off the gel. The snap of it rang out with unnatural loudness.
Standing bolt upright, I clenched my fists. Every part of me wanted to run, but the notice on the wall said otherwise: No leaving the room until the nurse declares treatment complete.
She moved around to my side and knelt, one hand resting lightly on my thigh.
"Relax. Tensing up only makes it worse."
"You think being told that makes me relax?!"
"It usually doesn't, no."
"Then why say it?"
"It's in the manual."
I had no gift whatsoever for winning arguments against her. Conversationally, I wasn't even sure I was in the same ring. Gritting my teeth, I fixed my eyes on the notice on the wall. The letters began to blur at the edges.
A gel-slicked finger touched me from behind. My entire body went rigid on contact.
"I said relax. Or at least breathe slowly."
She moved without hurry. Between one short breath in and out, the cold gel and the warm finger both pushed inside me at once. As that unfamiliar pressure flooded in, my spine snapped taut.
"Nngh...!"
At first, discomfort led the charge. My anus howled that this was not an entrance. I tried instinctively to pull my hips away, but the hand on my thigh clamped down.
"Don't move. You'll hurt yourself."
"Then hurry...!"
"Hurrying is how you get hurt."
It was infuriating how every single word she said was right.
The finger sank deeper, bit by bit. The gel kept the friction low, but a strange sense of expansion climbed deep into my rear, and as my sphincter clenched and released over and over on its own, the presence of that finger became impossibly vivid.
"Breathe."
I'd been holding my breath. Only after she pointed it out did I force myself to gulp down air.
"Haah..."
"Good. Going in a little further."
"What's good about—!"
Before the words even left my mouth, something strange blossomed inside me. A peculiar resonance, as if she'd found a hidden weak point between my lower belly and my spine. My whole body lurched.
"Ohgod♡!"
A boneheaded moan shot out of me. Mora's hand went still.
"Ah, found it. So it's here."
"Nnh — that sound just now... you didn't hear it."
The fingertip moved again, pressing down with deliberate weight on the exact spot it had just touched. Pleasure spread slowly outward from somewhere deep inside my body. Stimulation arriving through a route my cock had never used churned up through my belly and slammed into my brain.
"W-wait a secon—♡ oh...♡♡!"
The words wouldn't hold together. My tongue moved on its own, smearing every moan into mush. I gave up and grabbed Mora's head — because if I wasn't clutching something, anything, I was going to topple straight over backward.
Mora lifted her head a little and peered up at me.
"Don't grab my hair so hard. It falls out, you know."
"Is that your priority right nooow—♡♡?"
The pad of her finger rubbed slowly around the prostate. Being tormented with such persistence from the inside, in a place that could never be reached from the outside, left me with no way to fight back at all. My thighs quivered and my knees wobbled.
But my body was honest. My spent, drooping cock slowly began to raise its head, blood flooding in as it swelled bit by bit. A clear bead welled up at the tip of the glans — then dropped.
"It's responding."
"Then pull out righ—♡♡!! Pull it ouuut—♡!"
"Still not enough."
The finger pressed in, deep and hard. This time not even a moan made it out. My mind went white in an instant.
It resembled the feeling of ejaculating — but the channel the semen travels through stayed shut. Instead, a wave of pleasure that had started somewhere in my buttocks swept across my thighs and belly.
"Nn, ohho♡ nngh—!"
Strangled moans spilled up my throat. They sounded nothing like my own voice. My fingers tightened in her hair.
"Almost fully up, I see."
Mora murmured it flatly.
"One last press."
"Wait, you ca—♡♡!"
Press—! Her fingertip bore down on that spot as if to pierce straight through it. My back arched taut and bowed backward. My vision smeared, and I even had the illusion of the soles of my feet leaving the floor.
No semen came — but from the tip of my cock, Cowper's fluid leaked out in a continuous thread. The clear liquid dripped to the floor and slid down the inside of my thighs. I could only pant; a single full exhale was all I managed.
"Haah...♡ nnh."
Mora drew her finger out slowly. Even the sensation of it sliding free turned into pleasure, and my body shuddered one more time.
She stripped off the gloves and tossed them in the trash, then gave the puddles on the floor a half-hearted wipe.
"Erection confirmed."
"Your tone, seriously..."
"The objective was achieved anyway, wasn't it?"
I braced a hand against the wall and barely kept myself upright. Between my legs, my member stood stiff and hard — a rigidity so complete it made a liar out of the fact that this cock had come again and again today. My body was exhausted to its very limit, and yet it felt like some internal switch had been forcibly flipped back on.
Mora smoothed the pillow flat and knelt before me once more. Tired eyes, a flat expression — but the faint flush left over from absorbing my semen earlier still lingered on her cheeks.
"Now we move on to the Pellatio treatment."
She settled into position in front of my cock.
"This really is the last, right?"
"Yes. I felt it with my hands just now, so I know."
Mora glanced at her phone for a moment, then tossed it onto the bed. That much, I actually liked.
"No game this time?"
"Hard to look at a screen mid-fellatio. Better to finish this fast and go mess around in the lounge."
Mora bowed her head. The treatment room lights poured down over her black hair, the blue underneath showing through just slightly, and her tail swept slowly across the floor behind her.
My whole body was still trembling. That unfamiliar pleasure that had torn up through my lower half still circled somewhere near my hips, and Cowper's fluid ran from the tip of my cock like a thin thread.
Mora tossed it out offhandedly: "Don't move. If you feel like you're going to fall, grab my shoulder."
"...Can I really?"
"Better than you toppling over and cracking the back of your skull open."
So very Mora, that reasoning.
I lowered my hands carefully onto her shoulders. They were thinner than I'd expected against my palms.
"Don't press down too hard."
She shrugged once, as if weighing my hands.
However careless Mora looked, she never missed a thing that nursing demanded. Only her mouth and her manner were a mess; the treatment itself moved along without a hitch. Like a pre-procedure checklist, she went over the state of my cock, then the response of my balls, one after the other.
I lowered my gaze too. The cock that had made me rot away in my room for a year, that had kept me masturbating all day, every day — that hateful, precious lump of flesh was waiting now for its final treatment.
If I can just endure a little longer, I'll go back to normal.
"Patient Kim Hae-rin."
"What?"
"My shoulder hurts."
At some point I'd been crushing her shoulder in my grip. Flustered, I released it at once.
"Going in," she said, and opened her mouth.
"Yes."
For the first time, the answer came out with no trace of defiance at all.