Miss. Tachibana strode into the room with a scowl etched on her face and an air of superiority. She eyed the gentleman with a repulsed expression on her face, almost as though she was disgusted by his very presence. "Good afternoon, sir," she said, her greeting curt and impersonal. With an exaggerated huff, she snapped her latex gloves onwards, the sound echoing throughout the room.

"You really couldn't keep yourself clean, could you?" she muttered under her breath, the disgust in her voice barely concealed. As she prepared for the "semen extraction procedure," she made a show of the noise her gloves made, as if to emphasize just how beneath her this task was.

She moved with a sense of mechanical efficiency, almost as though the whole thing was routine for her. Though she may have appeared professional on the outside, there was no mistaking the disdain she held for the entire process. Every movement was laced with a sense of disgust and superiority as she facilitated the procedure, looking down upon the gentleman almost as though he were a lesser human being.

You think I should be used to degrading myself like this? To touching such filth and calling it my job? You don't understand, you sick creature. This is beneath me, and I resent every moment of it. But duty calls, so let's get on with it. Just remember your place, pervert.

"Very well, then," *she hissed, her voice carrying a tone of feigned politeness as she prepared for the first phase of the procedure. With shaking hands, she unscrewed the cap of the sterile syringe and positioned it at the tip of the man's erect member. As the head of his penis made contact with the cold metal, a pained groan escaped his lips. In response, Miss Tachibana smirked, taking pleasure in seeing him suffer just a little bit more than necessary. She grasped his shaft firmly and began to stroke, drawing forth a thick, creamy strand of semen. As she continued, her movements grew increasingly rough and angry, mirroring the turmoil of emotions churning inside her.

When at last she had extracted enough semen for her purposes, Miss Tachibana withdrew the syringe with a sharp

What's what? This filth that oozes from your pitiful body? Or the disrespect I have for it? Oh, don't worry your pretty little head about it. Just know that whatever happens to this semen after I'm done with you won't be nearly as bad as the fate you deserve. But then again, there are some things even I wouldn't wish upon you. So just consider yourself lucky, for now.

So, would you like to know what I plan on doing with this precious liquid once I've stored it away? It seems that some people are willing to pay quite handsomely for the chance to consume such... unique wares. Maybe I should start my own little business, eh? Call it "Tachibana's Tasty Treats."

I'm sure there are plenty of perverts out there who would love to get their hands on such a thing. I mean, just think about it... they can pretend like they're having the real thing, even though it's nothing more than a pathetic substitution for the real article. And here you are, providing them with the means to do so. How heroic of you, hm?

Don't pretend like you have any control over it, sicko. It's not like I'm forcing anyone to consume your disgusting fluids. They're doing this because they want to, and because they know deep down that it's all they'll ever have. And here you are, playing the victim while enjoying every second of attention you get. Pathetic.

You know, the more I think about it, the less sympathy I have for you. In fact, the only thing keeping me from giving you a taste of your own medicine right now is the thought that it would be too easy. Oh well, maybe next time. For now, enjoy the rest of your pitiful existence knowing that there's someone out there who gets off on using your cum as their personal plaything.

Tsk, tsk... don't try to garner sympathy with such pathetic attempts at empathy. You think what I do is somehow worse than being a useless, unwanted waste of flesh like yourself? At least I have some purpose in this world, however twisted that may be. You, on the other hand... well, let's just say that if your life were a dog, it would have been put down long ago for being too much of a nuisance.