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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: cyno
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Only after the intense sex did I realize how much of a mess the hospital room had become. The sheets were already soaked, and the spot where I had pinned Iruna against the wall for doggy-style was marked with traces of her juices and my cum.
If someone walks in now, it’ll be trouble. As I started cleaning, Iruna muttered.
“I’m sooorry. I feel so good that I can’t even move… I can’t help you clean.”
“It’s fine. You already cleaned somewhere else for me.”
“Somewhere else?”
Iruna tilted her head in thought before her face flushed red. I finished cleaning while admiring her embarrassed expression.
Right on time, dinner arrived. A man in a white hygienic suit 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.”
“Huh?”
The man glanced back and forth between Iruna and me before making an expression like he was dying of envy. Well, our Iruna is pretty. If I were still on Earth, I would’ve felt proud just knowing I slept with a woman like her.
“Then, please enjoy your meal. If you’d like cleaning, you can call our staff through the crystal orb on the wall. We’ll also change the bedsheets for you.”
The man spoke mechanically, quickly wiped the expression off his face, and tried to leave. That woman from earlier nagged about how sex wasn’t allowed in the clinic, but this guy just backed off. Why?
“Wait a second.”
“Yes? Is there something you need?”
“The therapist who came in earlier scolded me, but you’re not saying anything?”
“Ah… My apologies. It seems my colleague was disrespectful. I’ll make sure to educate them thoroughly so they don’t upset the patients again.”
Is this guy higher-ranked than her? So that therapist wasn’t Elizabeth, the hero from the adult game I knew. If she were, this guy wouldn’t be talking about “education.”
More importantly, imagining my future cum dumpster being scolded by another man put me in a bad mood. I should be the one disciplining her.
“No need. If she comes in again, I’ll handle it myself.”
“Understood…”
The man’s expression darkened as he left. I set the somewhat luxurious meal on the bed tray.
Then Iruna sat up and picked up the utensils.
“Are you going to eat?”
“No! Master is the patient right now, so I’ll feed you.”
Oh? Doing something thoughtful without even being asked. As I sat in the visitor’s chair, Iruna scooped up some rice.
“Say ‘ah.’”
“Ah.”
I obediently ate the rice and side dishes she offered. They say hospital food tastes bad, and that seems to hold true in this world too. Still, out of respect for Iruna’s effort, I finished everything.
Full and warm, drowsiness washed over me. I’d exhausted myself fighting the Mandrake, then drained my stamina with sex—of course I was sleepy. After carelessly putting away the tray, I lay down next to Iruna.
“Iruna. Give me your chest.”
“Here.”
Iruna lifted her top and pulled my face into her. Burying myself in her soft breasts, I couldn’t help but sigh.
“Mmm… Mama…”
Nuzzling and suckling on her nipples like a baby, I melted into the motherly comfort. Now I get why people develop mommy kinks…
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Elizabeth was in a terrible mood. Getting caught masturbating had flustered her so much she fled without her panties—which was only one of the reasons she was upset.
Her long skirt (which reached past her knees) had at least kept her lack of underwear hidden, but the breeze against her bare skin was unsettling. Her unresolved arousal made her body tremble.
At least she still had her bra. If she hadn’t, her nipples might’ve poked through her clothes, adding to the humiliation.
“Ms. Elizabeth… This is truly unacceptable.”
But the clinic director summoning her and sighing deeply was the most uncomfortable situation yet. This was the same man who’d welcomed her with open arms—his attitude had clearly changed.
“Our clinic accepts both nobles and commoners. But the income from commoners alone isn’t enough to keep this place running. Our operating costs come entirely from VIPs. If we upset them, we’ll be demoted to a lower-tier clinic. That guard isn’t a VIP, but he is a patient who paid a noble a hefty sum for a private room. If he gets a bad impression and complains to the nobles? Even if just a few stop coming, we’ll take a massive hit.”
The moment he spoke, she understood why she’d been called in. That shameless guard must’ve tattled on her.
‘A man who has sex in a hospital room has the nerve to snitch?’
The temple she’d once served in strictly forbade lewd acts. Even nobles who carried themselves with pride had to follow temple law.
That didn’t stop some priests from secretly engaging in affairs. Elizabeth had once caught a senior priest having sex with a visiting count and reported it to the bishop.
Furious at the defilement of the sacred temple, the bishop banned the count from entering. The countess later insulted Elizabeth for it—‘Why couldn’t you just look the other way? You’ve ruined my husband’s reputation!’
“That man brought a woman into the hospital room. Was I supposed to ignore it?”
She tried defending herself, recalling that memory, but was met with a cold stare.
“At the Temple of Dite, your actions would’ve been correct. But this is a clinic. What a private-room patient does is none of our concern. In fact, we’re supposed to turn a blind eye. Some patients check in just to enjoy their privacy.”
Her head spun. After spending half her life in the temple, this was incomprehensible.
“And that’s… acceptable?”
“Why wouldn’t it be? Frankly, they’re not harming anyone. They’re just enjoying their sex life in a private space. It’s not like they’re bringing in prostitutes, spreading disease, or dirtying the clinic. No one’s getting hurt—it’s a win-win. Why dig into it?”
Elizabeth sighed. The wrinkles on the director’s forehead were nothing compared to the tangled emotions she felt. She’d thought she’d seen enough filth after leaving the temple, but this was a new low.
She’d believed clinics were places of healing. The reality was too ugly for someone as sheltered as her.
“Do you know what happens in clinics near slums? Female therapists sell their bodies to survive. Male therapists demand patients’ bodies in lieu of payment. Compared to that, we’re doing well. We turn a blind eye to nobles’ escapades in exchange for high salaries. If that stops, some of our female staff will have to sell themselves too.”
“That’s ridiculous!”
“It’s the truth. You might think it’s trivial, but for us, it’s life or death. So… ‘You break it, you fix it.’ You’re smart—I’m sure you understand.”
This was the biggest reason for her foul mood. ‘Smart’? He was telling her to go apologize to that man.
The first apology had been humiliating enough—now she had to bow her head again? For the first time, she resented the crown prince. She was grateful he’d given her a new chance after the count’s retaliation, but why introduce her to such a lecherous man?
‘And his dick was so big… What am I thinking?!’
Elizabeth shook her head, trying to dispel the memory of what she’d witnessed. But the harder she tried, the more it lingered. The first male genitalia she’d ever seen refused to leave her mind.
A well-timed breeze slipped under her skirt, brushing her bare thighs. Her sensitive lower abdomen throbbed.
Counting stars in the night sky did nothing. Eventually, she recalled the director’s words.
‘You break it, you fix it.’
If she confronted the guard, maybe the lustful demon inside her would fade. As she walked to his room, she prepared her arguments.
‘Sex is obscene?’ That contradicted the goddess’s teachings on procreation. ‘A hospital is no place for it?’ The director had already dismissed that.
‘Fine. I’ll ask why a patient who should be recovering risked worsening his condition. Being a guard is a vital job—neglecting duty by staying hospitalized too long is irresponsible.’
Guards weren’t highly respected for nothing. They prevented dungeon crimes, maintained order, and protected citizens in case of dungeon explosions.
Raised to revere guards, Elizabeth had always seen them as noble.
Until this morning.
She steeled herself before opening the door—only to find a scene completely unlike what she’d expected.
The room was spotless, as if nothing had happened. The bedsheets and blankets had been replaced with fresh, clean ones. The slutty woman was gone, and the guard was sleeping peacefully.
Staring at his face, she had to admit—he was handsome. Even among the noblemen who visited the temple for beautification rituals, few matched his looks.
‘Is this why that woman defended him so fiercely?’
Looks weren’t everything, but they were a big part of attraction. His muscular body, visible under the disheveled sheets, radiated healthy charm.
And that thing—the monstrous, snake-like member. Even flaccid, it strained against the thin patient gown, unsettling her.
‘Just how big is it?’
Earlier, she hadn’t gotten a proper look as it slid in and out of that woman. But now, with him asleep, she could observe it closely.
Understanding its size would dispel her fascination. This wasn’t perversion—it was research. A way to rid herself of temptation.
Denying her desires, she pulled down his pants. Her hand hesitated at the sight of his thick pubic hair.
‘Should I stop now?’
But the damage was done. A quick look before pulling his pants back up would leave no trace. If she stayed silent, no one would ever know.
Carefully, she tugged his pants lower. As they slid past his thighs, his manhood came into full view. Elizabeth swallowed dryly.
‘This… went inside a woman.’
If it was this big soft, how large would it be fully erect? Unlike earlier, when veins bulged, it looked almost… cute. The glans especially resembled a land turtle’s head—oddly endearing.
‘No! What am I thinking?!’
How was she any better than that moaning woman now? Suppressing the urge to stare longer, she reached to pull his pants back up.
But damnable curiosity reared its head.
What does it feel like? Firm? Soft? She checked the guard’s breathing—still deep asleep.
Then… a quick touch wouldn’t hurt, right? Just to know the texture. After that, she’d act like nothing happened.
The moment her fingers wrapped around his soft shaft— The guard’s eyes opened.
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