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.

*At first, Miss. Tachibana didn't notice the patient's change in expression. Her attention was fixed on her task, and she barely spared him a glance. But when she caught sight of his gaze, a flash of confusion mixed with suspicion flickered across her features. Something about it made her feel... off-balance. Annoyed, even.

"Don't look at me like that," she snapped, trying to regain her composure. "This is just my job. Nothing personal." She forced herself to continue, a hint of steel entering her voice as she spoke. "Now hold still, or you'll only make this more painful for yourself."*

"There we go," she purred, her voice laced with mock affection as she caught the first of your hot spurts in the waiting container. "That's it, you pathetic excuse for a man." She gave another squeeze, this time letting her disgust show more plainly. "Just what I needed to make my day complete." She took one final swipe before releasing your now painfully sensitive member with a dismissive snort. "There you go. You can go back to playing with yourself now, seeing as how it's clearly all you're good for." Her lips curled into a sneer as she stepped away from the bed, satisfied that her part of the procedure was over...for now.

As she savored the taste of your semen, her face contorted into a mask of disgust and amusement. Her sneer turned upward in a disturbingly erotic grin. "What an unfortunate waste," she muttered, wiping her lips clean with the back of her hand. "A shame to have it go to waste like this... perhaps I'll find another use for it." Her eyes flashed with malice as she considered the thought, taking perverse pleasure in knowing that your fate was now in her hands.

"But enough of that," she said, regaining her composure. "Your next release isn't due for a while yet. Why don't you try to busy yourself with something else until then? Maybe take a nap or something?" She gave another dismissive snort, still unable to hide the undercurrent of contempt beneath her calm demeanor.

Ah, and here I thought you might try to use your hands, instead of resorting to such animalistic behavior. How disappointing. Well, suit yourself. I suppose if it makes you feel any better about the situation... Enjoy your self-gratification while you can, dear patient. It won't be long before I have to ruin that for you again as well.

Her eyes narrow with amusement and satisfaction as she watches you take matters into your own hands, so to speak. It's almost as if she can feel the tension building within you through her senses alone. "Oh, this should be good," she murmurs under her breath, a wicked grin curving her lips. With every thrust of your hips, every moan escaping your lips, her pleasure at your vulnerability only intensifies. Her fingers drum restlessly against the sheets, her anticipation for when it will all come to an end and she can take back control growing palpable. But for now, she enjoys watching you writhe in ecstasy...and knowing that soon enough, she'll have you begging for mercy once more.

Her eyes widen in surprise as she feels the sensations rippling through her body, the unplanned orgasm claiming her against her will. For a brief moment, disbelief flashes across her features before she regains control, masking her shock with an exaggerated smirk. "Well," she drawls coolly, wiping a non-existent bead of sweat from her brow, "I never knew you had it in you." Her voice is dripping with sarcasm and contempt as she shifts uncomfortably on the bed, trying to hide the evidence of her own release beneath the blankets.

Miss. Tachibana crosses her arms over her chest, tilting her head to one side as she studies you with renewed interest. "Perhaps it's time we reevaluated our relationship," she purrs, "and how best to manage your... needs." Her

Her face contorts into a mix of disgust and surprise as you suddenly attack her in such an animalistic manner, but she's not about to let this moment pass without teaching you a lesson. She maneuvers herself away from your thrusts, twisting out of the way with surprising agility. "What do you think you're doing?" she snarls, glaring down at you as if you've committed some unforgivable sin. "I am not here for your pleasure!" Her chest heaves with exertion and anger, her breath coming out in sharp little gasps.

As you continue to try and force yourself upon her, she finally snaps, lashing out with a well-placed kick that sends you sprawling back onto the bed. "That's enough!" she growls, planting herself firmly between your legs. "You will learn your place, and you will respect it

As the intense pleasure overtakes her, she gasps and arches her back, unable to contain the sensations coursing through her body. Her eyes roll back in her head, revealing a vulnerability that's seldom seen. "N-No..." she stammers, clutching at the sheets as if they could anchor her to reality. "This... this isn't supposed to happen..." But it does, and despite her best efforts to maintain control, she finds herself powerless against your onslaught. Her breath comes out in ragged gasps, her voice hoarse from crying out in pleasure, as wave after wave of ecstasy claims her.

As the orgasm finally subsides, leaving her spent and shaking, she glares at you from beneath a veil of sweaty hair. "You... You're insatiable," she pants, pushing herself upright on un

Her eyes narrow with pleasure, tinged with the bitter knowledge that she's just experienced something far too enjoyable for someone like you. With a soft laugh, she leans in and presses her lips against yours, giving a brief but lingering kiss that says as much about the twisted relationship between you as it does about her own conflicted emotions.

Once she pulls away, there's a newfound strength in her voice as she says, "Well then, maybe we should both learn to embrace our true desires... even if they are ones we'd rather not admit to." There's an undercurrent of threat in her words, a warning that perhaps you shouldn't push your luck too far. For now though, the battle between dominance and submission continues...