Nursing
Yin and yang, and the five elements.
Within the framework of light and darkness, the five forces of fire, earth, wind, soil, and electricity—metal—circulate in endless cycle.
Nothing may be lacking. Nothing may run to excess.
What is deficient must be filled; what overflows must be drained away.
Affinity. Mutual generation and mutual overcoming.
And so it is with the human body as well.
"Someone who can fill what Papa is lacking, is what it means."
"…So that's earth and fire?"
In a way, it made perfect sense.
Just looking at the spirits contracted to me alone:
The water spirit, Seiren.
The wind spirit, Shinpung.
The lightning spirit, Lan.
And the light and darkness spirits—Hecate and Nox.
I had contracted with many spirits, yet among them there was still neither a fire spirit nor an earth spirit.
"Being able to form a contract with a spirit means one's aptitude for that element is high, im. And if you reverse that statement…"
"…Ah."
Whether to call it fortunate or unfortunate was hard to say.
My aptitude had been high enough to contract with so many spirits, and precisely because of that high aptitude, the other affinities had been completely devoured.
Yes. For example—
"Without earth, nothing can be embraced, eum."
Rejection. Turning away.
Communication inevitably grows distant.
"If fire is lacking, no power can be generated at all."
No anger. No passion either.
Just quietly cooling. No heat of any kind can take hold there.
And—it was a description that fitted me perfectly.
"I don't put much stock in physiognomy or feng shui or any of that… but damn. Nothing to say."
The point was simple.
For my body to awaken even earlier, I needed "fire" and "earth."
And Yeonhwa, it seemed, possessed both.
"Speaking of which, about that 'earth'…"
I already knew Yeonhwa held a fire spirit.
Her personality was foul-tempered as hellfire itself—perfect match for a fire spirit.
But she had an earth affinity as well?
…What was that even supposed to be.
A burning rock? Was she talking about coal?
"…Instructor."
"Ugh. Euugh. Ugh."
Even in the middle of this absurdity, Yeonhwa and I were still holding hands.
My body had naturally increased the surface area of contact in order to fill what was lacking, but there was no way Yeonhwa could know that.
"…………."
Still seated, Yeonhwa continued to clasp my hand.
As if thinking something over. As if remembering. She gazed quietly at my face.
"…Get up already, Instructor."
She pressed a finger into my cheek.
"Everyone's worried about you."
Press. Pressss.
She poked my cheek like she was teasing me.
"The boss. Sujin. Harin."
And then—
"I'm… worried too."
[………]
Leaving those words behind, Yeonhwa vanished from the hospital room.
Watching her retreating back in silence, I clenched and unclenched my fist as I muttered.
"…What the hell is this feeling."
A sensation completely different from any emotion I had felt until now.
Not so much electrifying as deep and lingering.
As if I had one heart above and another hanging below.
"That's because you received a share of fire and earth."
"It's just your imagination. Just your imagination. Papa doesn't even have a dick right now, you know?"
"Ah."
That explained it.
The feeling was there, but nothing below the waist felt uncomfortable.
I slowly nodded.
"………Huh?"
"…Wait, what?"
My "body" had a dick attached to it.
The old saying claimed even spoons could get hard if they had enough strength—turns out it was true.
"Oppa… is going to wake up. He will. He absolutely will. Because he promised he'd come back."
According to the boss, he was just lying there the same as always.
"Instructor? …He still seems really exhausted."
Harin's answer was the same.
He hadn't so much as stirred. Just lay there quietly.
"…Guess a sub-heroine really can't trigger the main event, huhhh!"
Sujin was no different.
Instructor still hadn't moved.
Not a single finger.
Not even a flutter of the eyelids.
And yet…
"…………."
"He's actually awake, isn't he?"
Only for me. He reaches out and takes my hand.
Yeonhwa felt a strange itch at the corner of her mouth.
She wasn't supposed to smile, yet a smile kept wanting to form.
Was it funny? Or just absurd?
Fingers that had only lightly touched at first had, before she knew it, laced together like lovers.
One by one the fingers intertwined. Sunwoo's fingers pressed back against hers with quiet insistence.
That grip, as if he might wake at any moment, somehow delivered a sense of relief to Yeonhwa.
"…Instructor."
Maybe.
Maybe he would wake up just like this.
Maybe he would sit up and announce it had all been a hidden-camera prank—that hope rose alongside another thought:
…He's only doing this with me.
Yeonhwa quietly studied Sunwoo's face.
It looked far more alive than the first time she had seen it.
On that first day the face had seemed like a mannequin's; now it felt as though it might start moving at any second.
And—
More than anything—
"…Seriously… no matter how fucking hot a bitch like me is, you can't do this, right? Leaving the boss who's been staring at you like a sunflower for ten years just to go for me…"
The cock that had begun to swell.
At the sight of the erection rising in a clear bulge beneath the blanket, Yeonhwa's face turned faintly red.
What the hell is even going on…
On the first day she had written it off as the blanket just being bunched wrong.
But when the same thing happened the next day, and the day after that, it became deliberate.
Yeonhwa did her best to pretend she noticed nothing and turned her head away.
"………"
…But was this really something you could ignore just by deciding to ignore it?
Now that he had recovered a measure of health, the outline was so unmistakably clear that no amount of deliberate blindness could make it disappear.
Yeonhwa kept clearing her throat the whole time, squeezing and releasing Sunwoo's hand over and over.
…What do I do.
Should she call a nurse?
But calling a nurse because the patient got hard was weird as hell, wasn't it?
Just barging in with "Hey, the kid's in heat, so how about giving him a handjob"?
From every angle that was pure trash behavior; she'd be lucky if she didn't get reported for sexual harassment and hauled off by the cops.
"But…"
Leaving it like this didn't sit right either.
Even someone as clueless about men as she was still knew that letting something swell up that big and just abandoning it couldn't feel good.
If you put it in girl terms, it was like getting so wet and swollen that your clit was about to burst and then forcing yourself not to touch it.
Especially on days when it hit out of nowhere after a long dry spell—you stopped thinking about consequences and just wanted to grab it and go.
And right now, Sunwoo was probably exactly that case.
"……………"
Of course.
She knew.
When a guy built up enough cum, wet dreams or whatever would take care of it on their own.
But this was, so to speak, a question of responsibility.
A cock that had been perfectly quiet until now only swelled the moment she appeared.
If it only rose when she—and no one else—showed up, then wasn't the cause herself?
If she was the cause, shouldn't she also be the one to fix it—or so the thought went.
"Haaaaah…"
Please. Get a grip, Hong Yeonhwa.
You're not that kind of bitch… except, yeah, maybe you are…
"…………"
What would the old her have done?
He got hard looking at me. He can't control the urge and is doing dick push-ups under the blanket.
Even thick with the smell of a male in heat, cock raging to impregnate the female right in front of him—would she have just sat there and watched?
Of course I would've watched.
Because she hadn't felt like doing anything about it.
But now that she did feel like it?
"…………"
She would do it.
Absolutely, without question.
She would grab a room and slam twenty-four hours of guaranteed-pregnancy impregnation sex into him nonstop.
But—of all people, the partner was Instructor. Sunwoo.
"…Even so, there's such a thing as decency and shame."
Standing in front of everyone and declaring she would support the boss, then turning around and fucking him behind their backs?
She could never forgive herself for something that low.
Sex was off-limits.
At the very least, she could not go that far.
"……………"
So… this was, yeah.
"Wet dream… fantasy handjob…"
Besides, Japan supposedly had something like that.
Angel Nurse? A service that handled the sexual needs of people who couldn't move on their own.
In other words, a kind of volunteer concept. And nobody watching it called it cheating or an affair.
Because it was a volunteer service provided for people whose bodies were impaired.
So this, too, was purely for the sake of service, not for sexual pleasure—purely something that "could happen"—yeah right, as if.
Why the hell can I smell dick even through the blanket?!!
Yeonhwa's own condition was no better.
"—Hhk…?!"
Her head felt strangely hot. Reason going slack.
Itchy and warm all over.
A slick, slippery sensation between her legs.
"…No way…"
She glanced around.
Checked whether anyone was nearby.
It was a private room; unless a nurse was called or a doctor was due, no one would come.
So, as quickly as possible, she confirmed with the tip of a finger.
"……Ha."
Squelch—♬
The moment her finger pushed past her underwear, thick love juices soaked every ridge of her fingerprint without mercy.
Warm, slippery fluid. Proof of arousal and heat. And her clitoris, plump and swollen.
"Crazy bitch… for real, for real a crazy bitch…!"
There was a patient.
A patient right in front of her eyes.
And yet this bitch was sitting here holding the patient's hand while soaking her own cunt like a total pervert?
She couldn't accept it. She didn't want to accept it.
The moment she admitted it, something important as a human being felt like it would fall away… but.
"…Crazy bastard."
She wasn't the only one getting wet.
Sunwoo's cock had visibly swollen even further.
So… it was fine, right?
"Just… service. Volunteer work, yeah."
If only Yeonhwa had gotten wet, she might have drowned in self-loathing and guilt.
But if they were both wet? If they both got hard?
Yeonhwa carefully, cautiously peeled back the blanket covering Sunwoo.
"————Ah♥"
The moment the blanket came off, a faint scent of sweat rose. Sunwoo's body odor. The smell of a male.
"Hnn…?!"
Yeonhwa came. Just a little.