#20 - Sheria Finds Receiving Treatment Humiliating
"Owww..."
My rear was stinging like mad. I knew full well that getting hammered that violently meant my poor butt didn't stand a chance, but still—did it have to hurt this much?
I grumbled under my breath, but it wasn't as if I could go anywhere and pour out my woes. In the end, all I could do was sigh and make my way back to the dormitory.
No—try to make my way back. Because along the way, a certain place came into view... the infirmary, standing right in front of me.
I should get some medicine from the infirmary and put it on my butt. It really, really hurts...
Knock, knock, knock.
When I rapped on the door, a voice answered from within.
"Come on in~"
Creak. The door slid open, and the person standing beyond it was a woman—an infirmary professor.
The infirmary had never actually been implemented in the game, so I'd had no way of knowing. Turns out the one running it was a woman.
"What seems to be the problem? Where does it hurt?"
"Well... um... I was hoping to get some ointment..."
"Ointment? Where are you hurt?"
"That is... it's just..."
After agonizing over what on earth to say, I ended up spilling everything—I simply couldn't bring myself to lie. That I had been punished by Professor Gerhardt Lobel. That he had beaten my butt, and it hurt so much I'd come hoping for a bit of ointment.
Hearing my story, the infirmary professor studied me for a moment—then led me straight into the back room.
"Professor?"
"Just come with me for a moment."
Once inside, she had me lie down on the bed and drew the curtain around it.
"Don't worry. No one can see you in here."
"Um... Professor...?"
"Could you show me where you were hit?"
Mortified as I was, I had no choice but to show her.
The moment I did, the professor stared at my butt with a deeply grave expression, and before long, irritation and anger were burning on her face.
"What on earth did he do to you, hitting you this hard... Professor Lobel, of all people... It hurts terribly, doesn't it...? Are you all right...?"
Her voice brimmed with sincere concern, and at the sound of it, I could only nod.
"Y-yes..."
"You'll be all right. I'll put some medicine on for you. Just wait here a moment."
Having reassured me, the infirmary professor slipped outside.
How on earth had I ended up lying in an infirmary bed—my butt bared and all? Of course, since it was another woman doing the looking, it wasn't unbearably mortifying. There was embarrassment, sure, but I could just about make peace with that much.
And yet, entirely apart from that, it was simply so humiliating that laments kept bubbling up. How had things ever come to this?
But the situation had already unfolded, and I had to accept it. It wasn't as if I didn't know that.
"Hooooooo..."
Sighs kept trying to escape me. My plight was just too lamentable, too pitiful.
As I sat there sighing again and again, I heard the door open once more.
Creeeak.
With that sound, the infirmary professor came back in, walked to the bed where I lay, and sat down beside me.
"It'll be a little embarrassing, but bear with it. It will hurt, too—endure that as well."
"Yes..."
I was already enduring the embarrassment, thank you very much—but it would hurt?
Just as that thought crossed my mind, the professor began rubbing something onto her hand.
"Professor, that's—"
"It's ointment. Ointment. Though the kind that stings a little."
"...What?"
Without so much as pretending to heed my objection, the professor gently took hold of my butt with that ointment-slicked hand.
"Hyiiiiik!?"
Considerable pain and tingling—and, just a little, a lewd, shivery feeling. It all crashed over me at once, but the professor paid it no mind and simply stroked my rear.
Rub... rub...
"Mmh... mmmh... mmh... mmh..."
Moaning in front of a woman—this, in its own way, was terribly embarrassing. More than when I'd been seized by those guards and violated, more than the goblins, more than the Man-Eater, more than having my butt beaten today or being toyed with by the other male students. I hadn't known that showing my shameful self to another woman could be this mortifying.
"It's embarrassing, isn't it? I'm sorry—but this is the only way to apply the medicine properly."
"Yes..."
As I nodded along, the professor gently tugged down the panties around my hips.
"Sorry—I need to apply it inside as well."
"Y... yes..."
I could feel it in her voice. Better than anyone, I could tell there wasn't a shred of dark intent in her. I had seen plenty of dark intents by now, after all—been violated by those pitch-black hearts, after all. I knew better than anyone that she was worried about me in the purest sense of the word.
Perhaps that was why I found myself offering up my bare bottom without resistance. That bottom, flushed scarlet and damp with my own arousal.
Gazing at it, the professor soon began dabbing medicine here and there.
Rub... rub... rub...
"Aahh... mmh... nnnaaah...♡"
Sounds I couldn't tell were moans or something else entirely began spilling unchecked from my mouth. I hated it because it hurt—but I could at least feel that I was being treated, so it was embarrassment I could manage. Still, having a woman hear these sounds—not a man, but someone of my own sex—was deeply unpleasant and mortifying. So much so that I caught myself thinking it might be better if a man heard them and teased me for it instead.
Even so, the professor paid my voice no heed and kept stroking my bottom—on and on, until the pain in my rear had settled.
"Ahhhn... ngh... agh... hah... hhyaah...♡"
A voice with pain and moans tangled together—a voice that, even to my own ears, sounded every bit a bitch in heat's. And still the professor went on, heedless, stroking my bottom.
"It's okay, it's okay. Just a little more of the sting and it'll be over."
"Hnngh... yes..."
Like someone handling a small child, the professor kept stroking my bottom. How much time had passed? At some point, the pain that had been pouring out of my butt was simply gone.
"Haaaah... hooooo..."
"Feeling better now?"
"Yes, Professor... thank you..."
"...Why on earth would that professor beat such a delicate student this badly?"
"I know, right..."
I knew the answer. I just couldn't give it. How was I supposed to come out and say, "His goal is to ravish me"?
"He didn't put you through anything else rough, did he?"
Rough treatment, she says...
I was made to take a cock in my mouth and suck on it, that's what happened. If that counts as terribly rough treatment, then I suppose it was.
"Really, it wasn't too much for you?"
"It was..."
"You've been through so much. Truly."
Pat... pat...
"Hnnngh...♡"
The professor was only stroking me out of pure goodwill, and yet my body reacted even to that. Had my butt grown this pathetically sensitive because of the goblins? Or because of Professor Lobel? Or was my body simply hopeless from the very start?
Just as I found it all baffling, yet couldn't bring myself to want the answer—the professor, still stroking my bottom, finally asked for my name.
"Might I ask your name?"
"...It's Sheria."
"Sheria. Sheria, then."
She didn't ask for my family name or anything of the sort. Instead, giving my bottom another stroke or two, she said,
Stroke...
"Mmmh...♡"
"Sheria, if something like this ever happens again, come see me. I'll treat you myself."
"...Would that really be all right?"
"Of course. That's what the infirmary is here for."
Stroke... stroke...
"Hoooo..."
After one last stroke of my bottom, the infirmary professor rose from her seat and spoke with gentle warmth.
"Rest as long as you like, then head on back."
With those parting words, she took her leave, and I was left lying alone in that bed.
"Hooooo..."
A deep sigh welled out of me. Spanked by a professor until my butt turned scarlet, then baring that same butt to another woman to be treated. If there was a definition of humiliation, this was it—
and yet, the kindness I'd received for the first time in so long was overwhelmingly sweet.
After lying face-down on that bed for about thirty minutes—
"...Time to go."
Only then did I finally rise and step outside. The sun was beginning to sink, and by the time I left the building and returned to the dormitory, I realized it was right at dinnertime.
As always, I left my bag in my room and headed out to eat—and there, my eyes met Line's.
"Sheria, you're back late?"
"Yes, Line."
"You're not hurt anywhere, are you? Right?"
"Thank you for worrying about me."
Kindness, felt once again. Every time I received it like this, I was reminded that while this world brimmed over with malice toward me, goodwill existed in it all the same.
"You must be starving. Go eat—I'll wait for you."
"Yes, Line."
If only to soothe my exhausted body, I ate more than usual, piling hearty food onto my tray. There were looks along the way that dismissed me as worthless, but I couldn't have cared less. Because no one understood better than I did right now that the goodwill embracing me mattered far more than the countless malice aimed my way.
"Take your time~"
Kindness like this gave me strength. This single thread of goodwill, enough to blanket over all that malice.