Chapter 17: The Guard is a Patient (2)
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 17: The Guard is a Patient (2)
It was only after the intense sex ended that I noticed the hospital room was a complete mess. The bedsheets were already soaking wet, and the spot where I’d pinned Iruna against the wall for a doggystyle session was stained with traces of vaginal fluids and semen.
It would be troublesome if someone walked in. As I started cleaning up, Iruna muttered, "I'm so sorry... It felt so good that I don't have any strength left in my body... I don't think I can help you clean."
"It's fine. You already cleaned somewhere else for me."
"Somewhere else?"
Iruna thought about it for a moment before her face turned bright red. I finished cleaning while enjoying her embarrassed expression.
Right on cue, dinner arrived. A man dressed in a white sanitary uniform tilted his head in confusion when he saw Iruna lying on the bed.
"Wasn't the patient admitted here a man?"
"I'm the patient."
"Pardon?"
The man looked back and forth between Iruna and me, his expression practically screaming with envy. Well, our Iruna is quite the beauty. If I were back on Earth, I would have felt a sense of immense pride just from the fact that I’d slept with a woman like her.
"Then, please enjoy your meal. If you require cleaning, please use the crystal ball on the wall to call our staff. We will also change your bedsheets."
Speaking with professional precision, the man quickly wiped his expression and prepared to withdraw. That woman from earlier was barking at me about not having sex in the clinic, but this guy is just backing off. Why?
"Wait a moment."
"Yes. Do you have a request?"
"The healer who came in earlier nagged me, but you aren't saying anything?"
"Ah... My apologies. My colleague must have been disrespectful. I will ensure she is properly disciplined so she doesn't upset you again."
Is this guy higher in rank than her? I guess that healer wasn't the Elizabeth I knew from the eroge after all. If she were, this guy wouldn't be talking about "disciplining" her.
More importantly, the thought of a candidate for my cum dumpster being scolded by another man made me feel a bit unpleasant. I should be the one doing the scolding.
"No, it's fine. I'll handle it myself the next time she comes in."
"I see..."
The man, his expression now somewhat sour, left the room. I placed the reasonably luxurious meal onto the bed tray.
Iruna sat up and reached for the utensils.
"Are you going to eat?"
"No! Lord Sma, you're a patient right now. So, I'm going to feed you."
Oh? She’s doing something sweet without even being asked. As I sat in the visitor's chair, Iruna scooped up some food.
"Say 'ah'."
"Ah."
I ate the rice and side dishes as she fed them to me. People say hospital food is tasteless, and it seems that holds true in this world as well. Still, out of respect for Iruna's sincerity, I finished every last bit.
With my stomach full and my back warm, drowsiness began to wash over me. I’d exerted myself trying to catch that Mandrake and then drained my energy having sex, so it was only natural to feel sleepy. I cleared the tray away and lay down next to Iruna.
"Iruna. Give me your breasts."
"Here."
Iruna lifted her top and pulled my face toward her. As I buried myself in her soft breasts, a groan of satisfaction escaped me.
"Heeugh... Mommy..."
I acted spoiled, rubbing my face against her chest before sucking on her nipples like a baby. It was a coziness like a mother's embrace. I can see why people develop mother complexes...
* * *
Elizabeth was in a very foul mood. One reason was the humiliation of being caught masturbating and fleeing in such a panic that she’d left her panties behind.
Thanks to her skirt that reached below her knees, no one noticed she wasn't wearing underwear, but she felt a draft down there every time the wind blew. Her body also trembled from the unresolved lust.
At least her bra was still on. If it hadn't been, her nipples might have poked through her clothes and caused her even more embarrassment.
"Miss Elizabeth... this is truly problematic."
However, the situation where the Director of the clinic summoned her and sighed repeatedly was uncomfortable beyond belief. To think the attitude of the man who had welcomed her with open arms just for announcing her visit could change so drastically.
"Our clinic accepts both nobles and commoners. However, it is difficult to run this place solely on the profits from commoners. All our operating costs come from VIPs. If we offend them, we will be demoted to a lower-tier clinic. That guard may not be a VIP himself, but he is someone who moved into a private room after a noble paid a large sum for him. If such a person receives a bad impression and reports it to that noble? Even if only a few people stop coming, it would be a huge blow to us."
The moment she heard his words, she knew why she had been called to the Director's office. That shameless guard must have snitched.
‘A man who has sex in a hospital room has the nerve to be so petty.’
In the temple where she used to serve, lewd acts within the premises were strictly forbidden. No matter how high and mighty a noble acted, they had to follow the temple's rules while inside.
Still, there were priests who had secret relationships with followers. Elizabeth had once discovered a senior priest having sex with a Count who had visited the temple and reported it to the Bishop.
The Bishop, enraged by the report of lewd acts in the holy temple, had issued a ban on the Count's entry. This was also why Elizabeth had been insulted by the Countess. The Countess had demanded to know why she couldn't just look the other way instead of tarnishing her husband's honor.
"That man brought a woman into his hospital room. Was I supposed to just let that happen?"
She tried to argue, recalling that memory, but all she received was a cold gaze.
"In the Temple of Dite, your actions would be correct, Miss Elizabeth. But this is a clinic. It is none of our business what someone in a private room does. In fact, we should close our eyes and plug our ears. There are quite a few patients who admit themselves under false pretenses just to enjoy their private lives."
"But..."
Her head spun. This was something Elizabeth, who had spent half her life in a temple, could not understand.
"Is that really okay?"
"Why wouldn't it be? To put it bluntly, they aren't causing any harm to the clinic. They are simply enjoying their sex lives in a space where no one can disturb them. They aren't bringing in prostitutes to defile the clinic or spread STDs. No one is being harmed, and it's a win-win relationship, so why go out of our way to expose it?"
"Sigh..."
Elizabeth let out a long sigh. The emotions she felt were deeper and more complex than the wrinkles on the Director's forehead. She thought she had seen enough of the world's filth since leaving the temple, but to learn such an ugly truth...
The inner workings of the clinic, which she thought was a place dedicated to healing patients, were too much for her sheltered self to handle.
"Do you know the reality of clinics located near the slums? The female healers there even resort to prostitution for money. Male healers often demand the patients' bodies instead of payment. Compared to that, we are in good shape. We receive high salaries in exchange for turning a blind eye to the nobles' escapades. If that stops, some of the female healers in our clinic will have to sell their bodies just to make a living."
"Does that even make sense?"
"It does. You might think it's nothing, Miss Elizabeth, but for us, it is a very serious matter. So... let's call it 'resolving what one started.' I believe you are a wise person and know exactly what I am saying."
This was the biggest reason Elizabeth's mood was ruined. "Wise person" was just a nice way of saying she should go and apologize to that man.
The apology she’d made earlier was already disgraceful enough, and now she had to bow down again? For the first time, she felt resentful toward the Prince. She was grateful to him for creating a new opportunity for her when she was suffering from the Count's subtle retaliation, but to introduce her to such a frivolous and lecherous man...
‘And his cock was so big... What am I thinking!’
Elizabeth shook her head vigorously, trying to shake off the image of the sexual act she had witnessed. But the more she tried not to think about it, the more it lingered in her mind—a natural phenomenon. The male genitalia she had seen for the first time in her life refused to leave her thoughts.
A timely breeze passed through the thin fabric of her skirt and brushed against her thighs. Her lower abdomen, already sensitive, throbbed.
Even trying to forget by counting the stars in the night sky was useless. In the end, she recalled the Director's words.
‘Resolving what one started. It means I have to fix the mess I made.’
If she had a showdown with the guard, perhaps the lewd demon that had seeped into her would retreat. She picked out the words she would use for their debate as she walked toward the guard's room.
Sex is a filthy act? That didn't align with the Goddess's doctrine of encouraging childbirth. Still, doing such a thing in a clinic is too much? The Director had just debunked that.
‘Right. Let's argue that a patient who needs to recover quickly and return to the front lines shouldn't be doing things that worsen his physical condition. Being a guard is such an important job. Being away for a long time is a dereliction of duty.’
Guards weren't highly treated for nothing. It was a noble profession that prevented dungeon crimes, maintained public order, and strove to protect citizens from potential Dungeon Breaks.
Having been educated about the duties of a guard since she was young, Elizabeth also considered it a noble profession. At least, she did until this morning.
She steeled her heart before opening the door, but the scene inside the room was completely different from what she had expected.
The room was clean as if nothing had happened, and the bedsheets and blankets had been replaced with fresh, crisp ones. The lewd woman was nowhere to be seen, likely having gone home, and the guard was sleeping soundly, his breathing steady.
As she looked down at his sleeping face, she had to admit he was handsome. Even among the male nobles who visited the temple for beauty treatments, such a figure was rare.
‘Is this why that woman defended him so desperately?’
A face isn't everything when it comes to a man's charm, but it was certainly a major factor. His body, visible through the disheveled blankets, was muscular and radiated a healthy, masculine appeal.
And that large, serpent-like penis. Even though it wasn't erect, its presence beneath the thin hospital gown shook Elizabeth's heart.
‘Just how big is it?’
Earlier, she couldn't get a clear sense of its size because it was busy sliding in and out of a pussy. But now, while the guard was asleep, she could observe it in detail.
Once she grasped the reality of it, perhaps the delusion haunting her would vanish. So, this wasn't a lewd act. It was a therapeutic act to discipline herself.
She suppressed her desires and reached out to lower the guard's pants. Her decisive touch paused for a moment when she saw the thick forest of hair.
‘Should I stop now?’
But the water was already spilled. If she just took a quick look and put his pants back on, it would be a perfect crime. No one would know unless she said something.
She carefully lowered the guard's pants. As she pulled them down to his thighs, the giant cock revealed its majesty. Elizabeth reflexively swallowed hard.
‘So this is what went in and out of that woman.’
It was already this size while flaccid; what would it be like when fully erect? Unlike earlier when the veins were bulging, it looked docile now, giving it a somewhat cute quality. The glans, in particular, reminded her of the head of a land tortoise—a popular pet lately—which made it feel strangely endearing.
‘No! What am I thinking!’
At this rate, how was she any different from the woman who was moaning during sex earlier? Elizabeth tried to suppress her desire to observe more and attempted to pull his pants back up. However, her damnable curiosity reared its head.
What would it feel like? Would it be hard? Or soft? Before acting, she checked the guard's condition. He seemed to be in a deep sleep, showing no signs of waking up.
In that case, wouldn't it be okay to just touch it for a second? She would just find out what it felt like and then act as if nothing had happened.
Finally, just as she grasped the soft cock... the guard opened his eyes.