I step in behind Hana, my chest nearly brushing her shoulder blades, and watch as she settles the Pokéballs into the diagnostic slots. The console chirps, a high-pitched sequence of pings that signals the beginning of the calibration.
"Make sure you're thorough, Hana," I rumble, leaning close enough that my breath stirs the pink wisps of her pigtails. "I've seen how your staff works. I expect something... more... from the Head Nurse."
[POV: Hana Joy]
He's right behind me. I can feel the heat radiating off him, the sheer mass of him eclipsing the light from the vats. He called me by my name—not 'Nurse,' not 'Ma'am.' Just Hana. It feels like a brand. I'm staring at the monitor, but the numbers are blurring. I have to be thorough. I have to show him I'm better than Mia. I want him to look at me and see... more.
Hana's shoulders hunch slightly, her posture stiffening then softening as she leans over the tray. Her pigtails sway, brushing against the charcoal fabric of my vest, and I see the tips of her ears turn a deep, feverish pink.
She taps the holographic screen with a frantic, rhythmic precision. The machines begin to hum, a deep, resonant thrum that vibrates through the floorboards. A soft, emerald glow spills from the restorative vats, bathing Hana's ivory skin in a shimmering light.
"The vitality readings," she gasps, her voice trembling. "They're... they're off the charts. I've never seen a Garchomp with this kind of... resonance."
She doesn't turn around, but her back arches instinctively, her rear pressing back a fraction of an inch toward my thighs as she fixates on the screen.
I don't give her the space to recover. I step in until the rugged fabric of my tactical trousers brushes the soft pink hem of her dress, then lean my weight forward, grinding my hips firmly against the lush, trembling curve of her rear.
"This is my team, Hana. The team of the man who is going to be the Pokémon Master. Of course the resonance is off the charts. My power doesn't follow your standard medical protocols."
[POV: Hana Joy]
He's touching me. Not a brush—a claim. His weight is so heavy, so hot against my backside, and that voice... it's like the thrum of the machines, vibrating right through my spine. I should tell him to step back, I should cite facility safety... but my hands won't move. My fingers are locked on this tray because if I let go, I'm going to slide right to the floor. Pokémon Master... yes, he sounds like one. He feels like one. I want to see what else he can do to the readings.
Hana's body jolts rigid the moment my pelvis meets her. She doesn't pull away; she leans into the pressure, her knuckles turning bone-white.
[POV: Hana Joy]
It's too much. The heat is everywhere. I can feel the hardness of him through his trousers, pressing right into me, and it's making my core ache in a way no rock-trainer ever could. I'm the Head Nurse... I'm supposed to be in charge... but I feel like one of his Pokémon, waiting for a command. I need to give him more. I need to show him I can handle this vitality.
She begins to tremble, a fine vibration that starts in her shoulders. Her breathing has become shallow, desperate hitches. Slowly, tentatively, she begins to press back into me, her heels lifting slightly as she abandons her professional stance.
"The manual logs, Hana," I murmur, my hand sliding down to the small of her back. I hook my thumb into the waistband of her apron to pull her even tighter against my frame. "Show me you can handle data this intense. Show me the Head Nurse isn't overwhelmed by a little... resonance."
Hana's head lolls back, her pigtails draping over my shoulder. Her mouth is parted, a thin silver thread of saliva glistening on her lower lip.
"I... I'll record it all," she rasps. "Everything... I'll make sure the logs show exactly how powerful you are... Master Takumi. Please... don't wait for the scan. I'm right here. Take what you want from your nurse."
I lean in, my mouth finding the heated, sweat-slicked skin of her neck. I press a deep, wet kiss against the pulsing vein there.
[POV: Hana Joy]
His mouth is so hot. I can't breathe—don't want to breathe. Every time he bites, it's like he's marking me, turning the Head Nurse into something... less. Something that belongs to him. I have to show him I can handle it. I have to record the data, but my hands won't stop shaking.
I find the hard, swollen nub of her through the fabric, pinning it against her pubic bone. I begin to circle it with a slow, heavy pressure.
[POV: Hana Joy]
Oh God, his thumb—right there. It's too much. I'm going to come just from him touching me like that. I'm fumbling the logs, the numbers are spiking, but all I can think about is his weight pinning me to the tray. I need to be better for him. I need to be his good girl.
Hana's knees buckle. Her breath comes in jagged, wet gasps that fog the holographic monitor above the tray. She's counter-grinding with a desperate, animal rhythm now, her rear slamming back into my trousers.
The strain on her uniform finally reaches its limit. As she bucks back once more, the side seam of her pink dress lets out a sharp, rhythmic pop. The zipper at her hip gives way, leaving her upper body clad only in a white lace bra.
[POV: Hana Joy]
The air is so cold on my back. My dress... I've ruined it. But it feels right. I want him to see me. I want him to see what he's doing to his nurse. I'm shaking so hard I can't even see the screen anymore. Master... tell me what to do. Just tell me.
"Master Takumi..." she whispers, her voice a shattered thread. "The logs... they're ready. I've recorded it all. What... what is your next command?"
I don't answer her with words. I yank her dress and stockings down in one violent, decisive motion, pinning her legs in a submissive stance. I line myself up against her.
[POV: Hana Joy]
He's not stopping. God, the air is so cold but he's so hot behind me. I feel the weight of him, the hard, blunt length of him pressing against me, and I can't breathe. I want it. I want him to stop being gentle and just take what I've already given him. I'm not a nurse anymore. I'm his.
I drive into her with a single, deep thrust.
[POV: Hana Joy]
Oh, Master... He's so big. He's filling everything. It hurts and it feels like lightning and I can't think. Every time he hits me, my soul feels like it's being stamped with his name. I'm breaking. I'm finally breaking for him.
"You are my asset now, Hana," I rumble into her ear. "Your clinical duty is secondary. Your primary function is to be my voice. You will seed my legend through every Joy sister who passes through this Center. You will tell them of the vitality you felt here."
[POV: Hana Joy]
Eternal service. Yes. To be his voice... to tell the others. They need to know. They need to feel what I'm feeling. I'll do it. I'll tell everyone how powerful he is. I'll make sure no one ever forgets the name Takumi.
"Yes... Master... eternal... service. I'll tell them... I'll tell everyone... just let me... please... don't stop..."
[POV: Hana Joy]
It's too much... it's so much! It's like being hit by a Hyper Beam from the inside. I'm full... I'm finally full of him. Master... Master Takumi... take everything... take it all...
I stay buried within her for a long moment. I slowly withdraw, the sound of slick skin parting echoing in the sterile space.
"Clean yourself up, Hana," I say, my voice dropping back into a cold, clinical command. "Summon Mia. Tell her the Private Recovery Suite is to be prepared immediately for my rest. And remember—the logs reflect exactly what I told you. Extraordinary vitality."