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Translator: cyno
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The therapist who entered this time wasn’t that strange blond man from earlier. Instead, it was a stunning beauty with jet-black hair cascading down to her waist and drooping eyebrows that gave her a gentle, innocent appearance.
For a moment, someone else came to mind, but I immediately erased the thought. That adult game protagonist was a priestess, and this woman was a therapist—how could they be the same character? She was probably just some extra who happened to look similar.
The therapist narrowed her eyes as she looked at us. She must have sensed something off about the hastily pulled-up blanket and Iruna, who was turned away, adjusting her clothes.
Oh no, she’s staring holes into Iruna. I need to keep her distracted until Iruna finishes fixing herself up.
“Haha. What brings you here? Is it already time for my shot?”
“A shot? Did Dean-nim order one for you?”
“No, just my guess.”
By then, Iruna had finished adjusting herself and turned back around. The therapist let out a sigh.
“Sigh…”
Ah, you idiot, Iruna. You fixed your clothes so meticulously, but why didn’t you wipe your face? A curly strand of hair was stuck near her glistening lips.
Iruna noticed the therapist’s and my gaze, touched her lips, and found the strand. Her eyes welled up before she hung her head low.
“…Please refrain from such behavior in the treatment ward.”
“Yes…”
“Guardian, don’t blame yourself too much. The patient must have pressured you into it, right?”
This bitch came here for a checkup but decided to gaslight our Iruna instead? That’s it. I’m going to fuck her senseless soon and make her whimper.
“…No. I did it because I wanted to.”
“Huh? Really?”
“Yes. So don’t you dare insult our Sma-nim.”
Unlike her usual indecisiveness, her tone was firm. Seeing her get angry for my sake made me proud. As a reward, I’ll give her sex.
Though both acts are sexual, the connotations and desires behind them are different, so it’s a perfectly valid reward.
“Still…”
The therapist tried to say something else snarky. I furrowed my brows as hard as I could, pressuring her.
“I can’t tell if you came here to treat us or to nag. Maybe focus on doing your job properly before lecturing us?”
“H-How rude! Do you even know who I—”
The therapist, about to raise her voice, suddenly faltered. Well, of course—raising your voice in front of the almighty guard would make anyone shrink back.
“On second thought, it’s not a big deal, right? Go ahead, keep talking.”
“Tch.”
That humiliated expression. So stimulating. I want to tease her more! I put on the most obnoxious face I could muster. Unable to resist the provocation, the therapist averted her gaze and lowered her eyes.
“I apologize…”
She gave in too quickly—I didn’t even get to have my fun. Iruna tugged my arm, signaling me to stop, so I had no choice but to relent.
The therapist handed over some pills and a few potions in vials, gave the usual spiel about taking them 30 minutes after meals, and then left.
All this just to tell us that? She interrupted our fun time for this? Even after the door closed, I stayed silent, straining my ears. No sound of her shoes clicking away.
“Iruna. Come here.”
She must’ve been impressed. Iruna, mouth slightly open, approached me and immediately sought my lips.
Huh? So it wasn’t admiration—she was signaling for a kiss. The way she clung to me with tightly shut eyes was adorable. Her tongue, tapping insistently against my sealed lips, was soft, and her breath was sweet.
As I focused on the sensation, Iruna suddenly whined.
“Why won’t you open up for meee…”
“You wanted a kiss that badly?”
“Yeah. We stopped halfway earlier.”
Iruna took my hand and guided it downward. Her panties were soaked through, the soft fabric drenched.
“How long have you been like this?”
“I’ve been wet ever since I started serving Sma-nim.”
She’s shy but still says everything outright. As I moved my hand under her panties, I glanced at the door. Sure enough, a peeping Tom’s eyes were visible through the slightly ajar gap.
The therapist, unaware I’d noticed, was too engrossed in watching. Ugh, seriously. Just moments ago, she was scolding us for indecent acts in the treatment ward, but now she’s too busy voyeuring to even react? We haven’t even taken our clothes off yet. With my free hand, I lifted Iruna’s skirt.
From my angle, I couldn’t see, but from the therapist’s viewpoint, Iruna’s plump ass and my hand delving into her panties must’ve been perfectly visible.
To make it clearer, I pushed her panties aside and thrust into her pussy. Since Iruna was on top of me, my fingers couldn’t go too deep, but I could still tease her swollen outer lips and slightly buried clit.
“Haaah. There, rubbing it feels so good.”
“What feels good? Say it properly.”
“My pussy. My pussy feels good.”
“You should be more precise.”
Iruna looked at me with lust-clouded eyes. Ugh, she’s too cute—I can’t resist kissing her. Forget waiting for an answer, I just smashed my lips against hers.
With our tongues entwined, my self-control vanished. I pushed Iruna aside slightly and pulled down my pants, but the therapist still didn’t intervene. No surprise—just like an adult game character, she talks big about stopping us but secretly enjoys watching. What a slut. Today, I’ll fill your head with nothing but my cock.
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### Elizaveth’s Perspective
Elizaveth, the therapist assigned to the patient named Sma for just two days, had a secret. In truth, she was a priestess who served Dete, the Goddess of Beauty.
In the Kingdom of Hugo, all revered deities granted healing miracles. Among them, Dete’s divine power excelled at treating external wounds and regenerating skin.
Women craving beauty would flock to Dete’s temple, offering piles of gold for skin-smoothing blessings. As such, Dete’s priestesses lived luxuriously—but Elizaveth didn’t want to spend her life casting miracles on others’ skin.
She yearned for adventure. By chance, she caught the eye of a distinguished guest visiting the temple and was entrusted with a mission.
After successfully conquering a low-level dungeon, she was preparing to tackle a mid-level one when the distinguished guest suddenly summoned her and ordered her to care for a peculiar guard.
“He might become a knight someday, so it’s best to build rapport early.”
If her identity as a priestess were exposed, chaos would ensue, so she disguised herself as an ordinary therapist, revealing the truth only to the director.
Excited, she entered the guard’s hospital room—only to be hit by a strange scent. Sweet yet musky, the kind that reminded her of lonely self-pleasure in the temple’s corners.
Having no experience with men, Elizaveth didn’t recognize the smell at first. But the moment she saw the curly strand clinging to the female visitor’s lips, she realized what the two had been doing in the treatment ward.
“Even so, there are limits! How could they do such things in a hospital?”
Her expectations for the guard crumbled instantly. Furious, she scolded them—but remembering the guard’s connection to the distinguished guest, she had no choice but to back down.
It was the greatest humiliation she’d suffered since being insulted by a noblewoman at the temple. Seething, she turned to leave but paused at the door.
“If I leave now, they’ll just keep doing what they were doing, won’t they?”
She’d acted too hastily earlier and lost the argument. This time, she’d wait for the right moment to intervene and lecture them properly.
“Sexual acts shouldn’t be done anywhere carelessly. Even the Goddess of Beauty, Dete, teaches us to cherish our lovers. Doing it in a hospital where anyone could walk in is inconsiderate.”
Her resolve hardened—until she saw the two kissing. Then, it melted away instantly. Elizaveth couldn’t tear her eyes from Iruna’s face. Her usually soft but sharp eyes were now glazed with desire, her lips glistening under the light.
“…I’ll watch a little longer.”
Without realizing it, she swallowed dryly and opened the door wider for a better view. But the angle was bad—she could only see the back of Iruna’s head.
Just as she sighed in disappointment, the guard moved his hand and lifted Iruna’s skirt. Her pushed-aside panties and the fingers plunging into her pussy were now fully exposed.
Unconsciously, Elizaveth compared Iruna’s to her own. Like all devotees of Dete, Elizaveth had a stronger libido than most women. Though she’d yet to experience love, she masturbated frequently—sometimes even in front of a mirror.
Having seen her own pussy so often, she thought she understood it well. But Iruna’s was entirely different.
Unlike her own, which revealed its entrance when spread, Iruna’s plump outer lips concealed everything, making it seem like an impenetrable fortress. Yet, with every stroke of the guard’s fingers, it gushed transparent arousal.
Each time, moans filled the room. Even Elizaveth began feeling strange.
“The guard’s fingers are too obscene.”
This wasn’t the skill of an amateur. What if those fingers touched her pussy? If they traced her outer lips, teased her clit, and lightly scratched her inner walls—how would that feel?
“Haaah…”
Without realizing it, Elizaveth’s hand drifted to her lower abdomen. Her panties were already soaked, as if begging for that man’s touch.
But those fingers belonged to Iruna. Elizaveth would have to settle for masturbation. She rubbed her clit as usual, chasing pleasure—but it felt lacking.
The moment she saw the guard’s cock, she understood why.
“So that’s a man’s… genitalia.”
The first male member she’d ever seen was larger and harder than she’d imagined, its bulging veins almost grotesque.
Unconsciously, she licked her lips. Her eyes were glued to the guard’s cock as it pried apart Iruna’s fortress-like pussy, plunging inside.
“Haaah! It feels so good! Sma-nim’s cock is amazing!”
As the sex grew more intense, so did Elizaveth’s masturbation. She sank to the floor, pulled off her panties, and fingered herself—but it wasn’t enough. She needed something thicker, harder.
“I’m cumming! I’m filling Iruna up!”
“Hyaaah! Sma-nim’s cum—it’s so warm inside!”
The moment the guard came inside Iruna, Elizaveth reached her peak too. She bit her lip to stifle her moan, but a small sound escaped.
“Nngh…”
The heat in her own voice startled her, freezing her in place.
“Please tell me they didn’t hear…”
She prayed the guard hadn’t noticed. But the Goddess Dete was merciless—the guard’s eyes met hers.
He smirked and mouthed something. Too ashamed to listen, Elizaveth fled.
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Aftermath
“Did she think she was Cinderella, leaving her panties behind? Did she take them off while masturbating?”
“Who’s Cinderella?”
“Someone uglier than you. Seeing your pretty, lewd face has got me hard again. Want to go another round?”
Iruna wordlessly shook her hips. This is the good life.
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