[Tokyo Metropolitan Hospital Rooftop — Overcast, humid summer night]
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The nurse Riku had mistaken for Tachibana Emi was now pressed completely against him.
Her body molded to his like she belonged there—soft curves meeting hard planes, the thin fabric of her scrubs doing nothing to mask the feverish heat radiating from her skin. The scent of antiseptic mixed with something sweeter, floral, probably shampoo from this morning, now dampened by sweat and rain.
Riku kissed her deeper, tongue sliding past her lips.
She trembled.
"Mmmnnh... mmph..."
With her mouth occupied, she could only produce muffled sounds—desperate little noises that vibrated against his tongue and shot straight down his spine.
Fuck. Those sounds. They stoked the fire in his chest into a full-blown inferno.
His whole body thrummed with restless energy, blood rushing south so fast he felt lightheaded.
The nurse had become a lamb waiting to be devoured.
But something was wrong with her state.
That disgusting Doctor—she'd drugged this beautiful nurse before bringing her up here!
I strongly condemn this behavior! Riku's internal moral compass spun wildly even as his hands continued moving of their own accord.
Because of his earlier... ministrations... the aphrodisiac coursing through her veins had kicked into overdrive. Her pupils were blown wide, unfocused, consciousness scattered like cherry blossoms in a spring storm.
She began moving against him on her own.
Hips rolling. Seeking friction.
Oh god.
This level of teasing made Riku's head spin.
He grabbed her by the waist and lifted her clean off her feet.
She weighed almost nothing—or maybe adrenaline made her feel that way. Her eyes stayed closed, face flushed crimson from cheekbones to the tips of her ears. A sheen of sweat glistened at her temples.
...
She was impossibly tight. First time. Had to be.
The viscous heat combined with her burning body temperature nearly made Riku lose it right then and there.
Twenty years, he reminded himself through gritted teeth. Twenty years of being single built this willpower. Use it.
He held himself still by sheer force of stubbornness alone.
The scalding sensation radiating from where they joined made her shudder, a full-body tremor that started at her core and rippled outward to her fingertips.
Her emotions crested again—higher this time.
Riku pivoted, pressing her back against the rooftop's concrete wall. The surface was rough, still warm from the day's heat despite the overcast sky. Condensation from the humid air made everything slick.
She kept making those sounds.
Breathy. High-pitched. Each exhale punched out of her like a confession.
Her breathing accelerated against his ear—hot puffs of air that raised goosebumps along his neck.
The heat between them ratcheted up impossibly higher.
Riku reached down and removed the vibrating toy the Director had inserted earlier, tossing the obscene thing aside. It clattered against the concrete somewhere in the darkness.
She collapsed against his chest, body spasming in aftershocks, completely defenseless now.
[You've caught yourself a premium catch,] the Antagonistic narrator purred in his mind, voice dripping with suggestion. [Keep attacking. This pretty nurse is almost yours. Once you finish, make sure to collect evidence of her and the doctor's little arrangement, then—]
First time.
His first time.
Riku's brain buzzed with white noise, drowning out the narrator completely.
One thrust forward.
Resistance.
Then—
She was...
He hadn't expected this. Tachibana hadn't been with anyone before.
A sharp cry pierced the humid air.
The nurse's body went rigid, spine arching like a drawn bow. Her fingernails dug into the back of his hand hard enough to draw blood—ten crescent moons of pain that barely registered through the overwhelming sensation.
It hurts!
Pain!
Searing, ripping pain engulfed her awareness.
The fog induced by the Doctor's drugs lifted slightly. Clarity returned to her dark eyes in fragments, like a broken mirror slowly reassembling.
What... where...
Rationality crept back in increments.
She looked at Riku.
This boy. She remembered him.
The one her little sister had been teasing earlier.
Him.
But why was he here?
What just happened?
Her memory offered only fragments: being coerced upstairs by the Doctor. Before that, catching the perverted woman groping her younger sister. The constant workplace harassment—the Doctor scrutinizing every minor mistake Emi made. Preying on other nurses too.
The Doctor had found her. Threatened her. Come to the rooftop, or I'll target your sister next.
She knew what awaited her up here. But for Emi, she had no choice. She had to sacrifice herself—and then expose the Doctor's crimes as a victim afterward.
This is all an older sister can do.
A bitter smile crossed her thoughts.
This boy is handsome, at least. Far better than that disgusting perverted female doctor.
The girl bound and waiting hadn't been the younger sister Tachibana Emi at all.
It was the older sister.
Tachibana Haru.
Haru's left wrist remained pinned against the wall by Riku's grip.
Her right hand clawed at his back—five fingers digging in hard enough to leave welts through his shirt.
She bit down on her lower lip until it threatened to split.
Then—
Something in her seemed to accept this.
"G-Gentle... please..."
That whisper nearly liquefied Riku's bones.
Unlike the instinctive moans from before, this plea sounded like a fragile little girl begging for mercy. Resigned. Heartbreaking.
Fuck, he thought. Fuck fuck fuck.
Haru clamped her palm over her own mouth to muffle any sounds that might attract attention from below.
If someone below—a patient, another doctor—looked up and saw what was happening on this rooftop...
She'd never be able to show her face again.
So she covered her mouth out of pure survival instinct while waves of electric sensation flooded her body, building and building.
What Riku failed to notice: crimson hearts materialized above Haru's head, floating upward like released balloons.
+1
+1
+1
+1
+12
[Tachibana Haru — Affection: 42]
+1
+1
+1
+12
[The mission isn't complete yet...!] the narrator's voice cut through, golden and insistent.
But—
The world narrowed to sensation alone.
...
[Tachibana Haru — Affection: 70]
This stranger, Haru thought through the haze, nails leaving red trails down his shoulder blades, saved me from that monster. Even if this is how it happened... even if it hurts...
Her back slid against rough concrete with each movement. The night air cooled the sweat on her exposed skin while heat blazed everywhere they touched.
...I don't hate it.
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