Midnight Trap: The Nurse's Failed Scheme and Our Lewd Bet
Before long, Suyeong noona came into the hospital room with Mom, Yuri noona, and Yuna in tow.
"Minhyuk! You okay?"
"Waaah... Oppa...!"
Seeing Yura noona and Yuna bawling and hugging me like we were a long-lost family reuniting after seven hours apart, Suyeong noona insisted I needed plenty of rest and warned them against too much pressure or overexcitement.
In the end, I allowed hugs during visiting hours, and the two of them kicked off their shoes, climbed onto the bed like it was a body pillow, and sandwiched me from both sides.
Mom looked mortified at her daughters causing such a ruckus, glancing back and forth between me and Suyeong noona, not knowing what to do.
Oh, and on a side note, she'd brought my favorite chicken breast steak for dinner, but when she heard that during the fixed hospitalization period, I had to stick to the hospital's diet meals, both Mom—who'd prepared it—and I—who'd been looking forward to it—ended up hugely disappointed.
Those long yet short twenty minutes passed, dinner time approached, and my family had to head home.
The brocon sisters didn't want to let go, but when I whispered "service time" in a low voice, they snapped to attention like they'd forgotten and scurried over to Mom in a flash.
Right on cue at 7:30, the dinner menu delivered to me was a bit odd.
Avocado salad, eel donburi—foods rumored to boost male virility—plus iron-rich dishes to replenish what the blood draw had depleted. The table was loaded with them.
Suspicious, I shot Suyeong noona a glare, but she played it cool, claiming it was the standard first-day menu and letting out a little "bleat."
She grumbled about how all men reacted the same way and that she hadn't expected it from me too.
I'd just eyed her suspiciously—what was she getting so defensive about?
Later, she handed me a pill to take before bed.
"Here, make sure you take this before you sleep. Otherwise, you'll be tired tomorrow."
I took it without a word.
With a "see you tomorrow," Suyeong noona left the room.
I examined the ingredients listed on the pill packet.
"Hmm... Zolpidem—that's a sleeping pill... and sildenafil? Wait, that's Viagra?!"
Who knew my past life working at a pharma company would pay off like this.
"Phew... If she'd just handed me the pills without the packet, I'd have swallowed them clueless and gotten up to no good."
A habit from my previous life had just saved my ass here.
And with that, my trust in Suyeong noona plummeted.
She'd clearly planned to do something while I was out cold, so I hatched my own plan for a counterattack.
I stashed the pill in the front pocket of my patient gown, chugged some water to fake swallowing it, then propped my phone on the bedside table in video mode to catch the moment she laid a hand on me.
And use that to blackmail her right back.
This life, I'd make women pay harshly for what they'd done to me in my last one...
Now, all I had to do was wait for the cat to chase the mouse into the tiger's den.
-Creak
In the dead of night at 1 a.m., when everyone was fast asleep, moonlight filtered softly into the hospital room. The closed door swung wide open.
There stood Suyeong, looking determined.
Minhyuk must have taken the pill she'd given him hours ago by now.
He'd be deep in slumber, oblivious to his dick standing painfully erect.
She crept cautiously to his bedside.
There he was, sleeping soundly—the handsomest man she'd ever seen, his looks outstanding among all the males she'd encountered.
His golden hair reflected the moonlight, making him even more striking.
"But... that's not what matters."
Her hands and eyes drifted straight to the prize she'd targeted from the start: Minhyuk's crotch...
"?!?!"
She froze in shock.
The blanket over his lower body was tented sky-high—like someone had stuffed a Pringles can under there, no exaggeration.
Trembling with curiosity and fear, she slowly peeled back the blanket...
There it was: Minhyuk's cock twitching like it was complaining about being confined, as if weeping tears of frustration from its imprisonment in his Underwear and pants. Suyeong's pupils quaked at the sight.
Excitement surged through her at the delectable sight, her breath quickening naturally.
"Hup... haa..."
The moment her hand reached for his patient gown...
-Grab
Something shot out from the darkness and clamped her wrist hard.
"Kyaaack?!"
Startled, Suyeong toppled backward, landing ass-first on the floor in an undignified sprawl.
And looming before her was a massive shadowy figure.
"Hey."
"Eek?!"
The dark shape reached out and gripped her chin.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?"
'Huh...? That voice—it's definitely Minhyuk? B-but he took the pill for sure...'
Suyeong figured no one could sport a tool that size without the drugs.
The wall switch flipped on, revealing the figure: unmistakably Minhyuk.
"H-how?! You definitely took the pill!"
"How? I go to a hospital, and some nurse noona I've just met hands me sketchy pills with sleeping agents and Viagra in them—why the fuck would I swallow that? To get roofied?"
"H-how did you know...! Urk?!"
She tried to explain, but Minhyuk advanced with a scary glare, freezing her solid.
Her mind raced for an escape.
"P-proof! Yeah! Got any proof?!"
"Proof? Right here."
He pointed to the phone on the table, still recording.
Suyeong's face hardened.
"Ah..."
"Go on, explain yourself. I'll listen."
Graciously giving her a shot, Minhyuk prompted her, and she spilled quickly.
"I-it's... the hospital! Women need men's sperm to get pregnant, right? So we encourage donations during regular checkups, but lately, male masturbation rates and such have plummeted, tanking sperm supply... We're desperate to meet quotas, so..."
"Gotcha. So how long you been pulling this shit?"
"A-about a year..."
"Your mom knows you're doing this?"
"Y-yeah... She suggested it in the first place..."
Minhyuk slapped his forehead in disbelief and sighed. He grabbed the phone, stopped recording, and shoved the screen in her face—showing her staring flushed at his cock.
"?!"
"Assuming everything you said is true, what happens if this hits the internet?"
"N-not that...!"
Tears welled up as she panicked, but Minhyuk chuckled like he was enjoying it, not letting up.
"Even if the government's funding this place, once word gets out about scandals like this, who the hell would come here for treatment? They'd all be too scared of the same fate. Right?"
The instant this video spread, the hospital's rep would crater straight to Earth's core.
She'd be arrested for sure.
The government could just deny knowledge, open a new hospital, and tighten oversight—no big loss to public opinion.
But the hospital? Done for.
Suyeong trembled, knowing it all too well.
"If I post this on a male-only forum..."
"No, don't!"
She clung to his leg as he muttered ominously and fiddled with the phone.
"P-please...! I'll do anything!"
"...Anything?"
Minhyuk paused, eyes boring into her, then grinned wickedly.
A strange sensation spread through Suyeong's body—goosebumps everywhere, her whole being suddenly on fire.
"Urk?!"
'What? Why's my body acting up like this?'
Her skin hypersensitive, she felt every ridge of the hard muscles in his thigh where she clung.
"Alright then... Noona."
Minhyuk pointed at her commandingly.
"Let's make a bet."
Just as I'd predicted, Suyeong noona slipped into my room in the dead of night.
She seemed shocked at the sight of my junior kicking up the blanket live in real time.
No Viagra needed—what can I say, nonstop dirty thoughts had it rock-hard anyway.
One thing I hadn't accounted for: not knowing when she'd strike meant maintaining a constant erection.
So my Underwear, pants, and even the blanket were soaked with precum. Couldn't be helped; I endured.
Thus, I successfully caught the cat red-handed trying to pounce on my manhood.
Instead of blasting the footage on forums right away, I proposed a bet.
"A b-bet?"
"Yeah, a bet. You know what that is, right?"
"Of course I do, but... what's the bet about...?"
"Here's the deal and conditions: Refuse, and this video goes viral on male forums the second you say no. You've spurned my generosity."
I held the phone in one hand, pointing at her with the other.
"I read online that Korean women have libido one to two times higher than in other countries. So, if you hold back that horniness and don't shove my cock in your pussy during the checkup period, you win. I'll delete the video clean, and we pretend this never happened."
"A-and if I fail?"
"Then, oh well. It gets posted to male communities. Plus, footage of you 'raping' me. Imagine your face on the morning news the next day—hilarious, kekeke."
"Ugh..."
Her face darkened, as if picturing it.
"F-fine... Let's bet. I've had libido suppression training, so I won't lose control and jump you. Never."
"Okay. Such spirit—love it, noona. Bet starts now, from this pure moment."
With that, I yanked off my pants and Underwear in one go.
"Eek?! Wh-what are you doing?!"
"Huh? What's the problem now?"
"Y-you never said you'd do this!!"
I smirked inwardly, chuckling to myself.
The key to this bet: defeat only counts if she inserts it into her pussy, and I'm not restricted.
Meaning, I could torment her freely—as long as I didn't penetrate.
"Relax. First day, so I'll just stay like this. No touching. Pants and Underwear got too wet, that's all."
"Ugh... uuu..."
Suyeong noona's eyes locked on the precum oozing from my throbbing cocktip.
-Drip drip drip drip
It splattered on the floor, forming a little puddle.
"Suyeong noona."
"H-huh?"
Only then did she snap out of her daze.
Her face was flushed, drool trailing from her gaping mouth.
Honestly, hadn't expected just standing there at a distance to arouse her this much.
One step closer, and she'd have lunged forward to swallow my dick whole.
"Go to the next room and grab me fresh Underwear and pants. Hard to walk around like this."
"Ah... y-yeah..."
She stood from her spot and shuffled slowly to the changing room.
Where she'd sat: a puddle of her own juices.
I scooped some with my index finger, rubbing it between thumb and forefinger.
Pulling them apart stretched a thick string.
"This'll end too quick and easy if I stick to the plan. No fun."
With that tweak in mind, I began plotting how to train Suyeong noona to my tastes.