The school doctor was pushed down.

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A school doctor pushed down by a little girl? On a day when the sun and night meet, "Hey, I say, how did your sprained ankle get so bad?" I gently removed her pure white stockings, revealing an ankle so swollen it was hard to believe she could even wear shoes properly, and a hideous purple bruise.
"Sorry, school doctor, I wasn't noticed by my classmates while running, and I tripped and fell, and my foot just snapped like this..." The girl sitting on the bed, though her face was contorted in pain, still managed a somewhat unattractive, if not perfect, smile, as she spoke in a clear, autumn-like voice,
"After all... I'm invisible to everyone." ...Yes, the girl in front of me, Miyuki, a first-year middle school student... is invisible.
Not like an alien, or someone with superpowers who can just "whoosh" and become invisible... Honestly, if that were true, that would be nice.
Miyuki is someone who is unnoticed by her classmates, an invisible person with no presence.
At first, when I heard these words, I thought it was something like school bullying. However, after seeing this girl, who wasn't petite but was quite pretty, return to class from the infirmary, and none of her classmates even turned around to look at the door when they heard the noise… even the teacher explaining linear functions on the podium didn't pause for a moment, I understood.
She was like someone existing in another space, invisible to the world around her.
If I were one of her classmates, seeing such a cute girl return from the infirmary, I would definitely try to build rapport with her with caring words, and then try every possible way to win her over.
After all, to be honest, although I'm a woman, when I first saw her at the infirmary because of a nosebleed
, my world turned into a white blur.
Everything else disappeared from my sight.
Therefore, the fact that no one else spoke to her, besides me, can only be explained by her being invisible.
According to her, I'm the only person she can talk to in the entire school.
I don't know why it has to be me.
Is it because I have strong clairvoyance? To be honest, I've never seen a ghost in my life, except maybe when the girl next door dressed up as one on Halloween and asked for candy.
So, I have absolutely no clue about this.
However, as the school doctor, no matter who comes to the clinic, the answer is always the same.
"Okay, I'm going to apply the medicine now. It might hurt a little, so please bear with it." A doctor's heart is compassionate.
This is what my mother, a doctor, taught me from a young age... Even after I was stabbed by an unreasonable patient in a doctor-patient dispute, my mother still said this to me on my sickbed.
"Don't resent her... she had her reasons."
To be honest, even now, I can't understand my mother's behavior.
If a patient pointed a knife at me, I think I would definitely fight back with the medical instruments around me before I got hurt, instead of being like my mother, who didn't resist at all and had her aorta slashed by a kitchen knife.
But, perhaps, it's really my mother's teachings from childhood that have penetrated my heart.
Just like the ancient poem says, "It slips into the night with the wind, silently nourishing all things," after graduation, I, like my mother, chose a medical major and became a doctor.
However, I think it's less about following in my mother's footsteps and more about following in her footsteps because I still can't understand why my beloved mother did what she did, and thus I embarked on her path, trying to understand this question that has always haunted me.
After all, the person who could explain why she did it no longer exists in this world.
"How are you feeling? A little better?"
Although I said this, when I looked up, I still saw Miyuki's tightly closed eyes.
Her hair, which had been fluttering in the autumn wind, was now stuck to her skin with beads of sweat from the pain, and her cherry-pink lips were slightly pale.
"A little, a little better."
Looking at her still trembling legs, I sighed softly.
To be honest, I had never seen someone who felt comfortable show such pain, but since she said that, I couldn't call her out on it.
"So, in that case, would you like to stay in the infirmary a little longer, or go back to the classroom? If you stay in the infirmary, I can ask the teacher for leave for you." "No need." To be honest, her answer was a little unexpected.
No need to ask for leave meant that even though her foot was swollen like this, she still wanted to go back to class?
Although from a doctor's perspective, it was advisable for her to rest first to avoid further damage to the affected area, if it was her insistence, I couldn't say anything.
After all, from a doctor's perspective, all I could do was offer advice.
"No need to ask for leave for me. Even if I don't go to class for a day, no one will notice." Seemingly sensing my misunderstanding, she said to me while half-lying on the hospital bed. Her confident tone made me wonder if she had deliberately skipped class to test her "transparency," and actually managed to avoid being noticed.
However, returning from skipping class and not being noticed by anyone probably wasn't a pleasant experience.
"Well... then I'll lie here for now."
Although the school isn't small, the infirmary on the fourth floor is always quiet.
After all, people who aren't feeling well usually ask for leave early to go home and do their own things, rather than wasting even a second in the grueling school environment.
Although the teachers might worry about bonuses for the college entrance exam pass rate, for me, as the school doctor, it's a relaxed job with a salary, so why not?
As for Miyuki, she was lying on the hospital bed, doing her homework at a small desk...—if she's invisible, no one will notice even if she doesn't finish her homework.
Although I thought this, seeing her gently biting the pen tip with her pearly white teeth, racking her brains as she stared at the workbook, even her delicate face covered with worry, I really couldn't bear to break the atmosphere.
Such a serious person... yet because she's invisible, no one can perceive her existence... Looking at Miyuki like this, a thought suddenly occurred to me... Is being invisible a kind of disease?
"Hey... Miyuki, when did you become invisible?" Perhaps my question was too abrupt, because after hearing my words, Miyuki looked up, revealing a gaze even more vacant than when she was doing math problems.
"Ah, I mean, is being invisible a kind of disease? Is there any way to cure it...?" After hearing my explanation, a little light returned to her eyes, but her expression didn't seem to reflect the joy of hearing about a cure.
It was merely like the morning star before dawn, even dimmer in the morning light.
"Probably when I was still in elementary school..."
Suddenly, she opened her mouth, staring out the window as if gazing at something.
The evening sky seemed to be crushed by day and night, with the blood-red sunset seeping through the broken clouds.
"When I was in third grade, I suddenly became unnoticed by others... At first, a few of my old friends could still notice me, but gradually, even they stopped noticing me. Even when I tried to talk to them, no one paid any attention to me..." "Was this sudden...?" It didn't seem to be some kind of congenital disease, but rather something that happened suddenly? It
was as if I had been suddenly ripped from the world.
Undoubtedly, this was a problem that modern medical technology couldn't solve, and I hadn't seen any descriptions of this disease in any academic papers or literature.
However...
if it were an annoying child, I would probably just tell him directly that it couldn't be solved with modern medicine.
But for such an earnest and adorable child, directly declaring "your illness is incurable" would be far too cruel.
Involuntarily, I recalled her self-deprecating smile when she took off her socks not long ago.
Perhaps out of pity, I gently walked to her side.
"But I can notice you... Could it be that I'm different from others, and that difference is the key to solving the problem?" If only my words had left her with a glimmer of hope.
But then, she said something completely unexpected.
"So... if a part of the school nurse could enter my body, would it make others notice me like the school nurse does?" "Huh?" This time, it was me who looked surprised.
They say that fourteen or fifteen-year-old girls are precocious and have wildly imaginative minds.
My brain really couldn't keep up with Miyuki's train of thought.
"You mean a blood transfusion? No, blood transfusions have strict requirements. First, you have to determine the blood types of both people, and second..." "No, that... that's not what I meant..." However, for some reason, Miyuki suddenly blushed.
Even though it was already autumn, she looked like a girl who had suffered heatstroke in gym class in the summer, her face flushed and her body swaying slightly unnaturally.
Is it getting a bit hot in the room? I saw her doing her homework so diligently without opening the window, but now it seems we really should air it out.
However, just as I was about to open the window, her next words made me freeze.
"School doctor, let's... kiss?"
Huh?
Kiss?
Although I'm aware that I can't keep up with the thinking of teenage girls, I
never expected to hear such words.
"Um, who did you learn that from?"
"No, I was just thinking that if it's just exchanging saliva, it would be like having more of the school doctor's stuff inside me. That way, maybe when others see me, they can feel the school doctor's presence and notice me like she does." Hey... no... even though I said that,
her face, which could be described as that of a beautiful girl, was now showing a shy expression like a flower inviting to be picked, and her cherry lips were trembling slightly as if they wanted to be tightly covered by something.
And I…
am more interested in women than men.
That look in her eyes really stirred my heart.
If I weren't so rational, I would have already undressed her, letting her delicate body be stained with my color by my wandering fingertips.
Those long eyelashes, those small shoulders, and those budding, beautiful curves of her developing secondary sexual characteristics. I thought, if I could gently touch her, I would feel the soft, milky texture.
But one of the differences between humans and animals is the existence of reason.
This is the school infirmary; although it's quiet, someone might come soon.
And besides…
she's only a fifteen-year-old girl!
Although the other person is over fourteen, and it's not illegal if both parties agree, the bottom line of morality and the bottom line of law are not the same thing.
Therefore, as a rational human being, there is absolutely no way I would lay a hand on her... As for kissing... well, it's just a medical experiment... "I understand, but this is just an experiment. If you feel uncomfortable, just tell me. Please wait for me a moment." I quickly and deliberately walked out of the infirmary, flipping the hanging sign to "School Doctor Temporarily Unavailable," while silently praying that no one would get hurt or suffer from delayed treatment.
The sun shimmered on the other side of the sky, and Miyuki looked at me, her lips slightly parted, revealing teeth that shone with a dazzling orange-pink light in the shimmering sunset.
Suppressing the excitement that suddenly filled my eyes, I looked at her face, half-reddened by the sunset.
It wasn't the kind of cuteness that comes with being a little girl, nor was it anything like being a lolicon.
I just thought... Miyuki in front of me was beautiful.
Therefore, I crouched down slightly and gently brought my face close to her tightly closed eyes, and a fragrance like milk filled my nostrils.
And I touched those soft tongues.
So soft, so bouncy, like tender jelly, exuding the sweet scent unique to a delicate girl.
Before I could even savor it, I felt her tongue gently entwine with mine, and her slender waist, so delicate it seemed it could be grasped with one hand, gently leaned against me.
Perhaps this was the first time I thought, "It's so wonderful to be a girl."
As a doctor, having studied many physiology courses, I knew that if I were a boy, at this moment, a certain organ would already be hard, pressing against the other person, causing both of us to show an embarrassed expression.
However, even if I wasn't a boy, I could feel my body starting to get slightly hot.
Even though we were both girls, even though there was no possibility of mating, my neural synapses misread the signals from my brain, preparing my body for mating.
I could feel my lower abdomen, in preparation for the creature that had stirred these emotions within me, becoming unbearably itchy, yearning to be violated by something.
I could feel my private parts secreting a thick fluid to prepare my tender flower path for the impending invasion.
I could even feel my uterus, the place where I nurture my child, trembling, anticipating being filled, anticipating the drowning of the eggs about to be released from my fallopian tubes.
My body had made all sorts of physiological preparations for mating.
However, I think the neurotransmitters I was sending out hadn't properly informed my organs that I was in heat with a first-year high school girl.
Perhaps my neurotransmitters did tell me, but after some hesitation, my slightly confused organs simply followed their physiological instincts and carried out the various reproductive actions.
To facilitate mating, women become more sensitive during estrus to alleviate the stress response caused by various pains.
I was no exception…
Feeling Miyuki constantly sucking on my saliva, while gently biting my tongue with her teeth like a child biting a pacifier, I didn't feel any pain. Instead, I felt an unbearable, tingling sensation, an unreleased feeling that spread rapidly throughout my body like an electric current. My whole body gradually became unbearably tingling, and I began to crave strange things.
After a long while, our lips parted.
A cold draft blowing in from the slightly ajar window abruptly brought me back to my senses.
What was I… doing?
Getting horny with a first-year high school girl?
The sudden realization and shame made my cheeks flush slightly, but unexpectedly, Miyuki, looking at my face, no longer felt the same shame she had shown when she asked for a kiss.
"Can we do the next thing?"
Huh?
Next…
“School Nurse, you…you must have noticed my feelings…after all, you’re the only one who’s willing to take care of me…” “The only one who takes care of me…that’s because only I can see you.” “So, School Nurse, don’t you want to continue with me?” “Of course, you’re only fifteen years old. I can’t do that kind of thing to a child like that.” “No, School Nurse, you’re lying. The proof is, you’re already soaking wet.” Instantly, I quickly squeezed my legs together to avoid being discovered by Miyuki—the shameful thing about me being aroused by a first-year high school girl…but when I looked down, I found that not only my underwear, but even my pantyhose were already covered in sticky fluid.
My body, which had never been violated before, after anticipating mating for over twenty years, could no longer suppress the urge to mate.
Even though I am a rational human being, I am still a female.
My physiological instincts, in order to properly motivate me, a female, to mate, have begun sending signals to my brain via pleasure. These signals constantly warn me that if I don't mate and aren't violated, the accumulating, overwhelming pleasure will burn my brain.
Even though reason is constantly warning me, at this moment, my brain is overflowing with the information that every cell anticipates mating. My physiological instincts are constantly transmitting messages of preparation for mating, leaving insufficient neurotransmitters and synapses to process other information. Therefore
, I can only stare blankly at the fifteen-year-old girl before me, like a doll temporarily rendered unresponsive.
Whatever she wants to do, I have no room for resistance.
"School doctor, you're so pretty…and you smell so good…and your breasts are so big, I wonder if I can squeeze out any milk." My already erect nipples are gently pinched by fingers.
Because I'm not pregnant, even when pinched, no milk will be secreted. Meanwhile, the nerves in my breasts, driven by this inexplicable sensation, kept sending messages to my uterus, asking how to respond to the kneading fingers and produce milk. Even though my uterus, following its monthly cycle, secreted an egg from my fallopian tube, it couldn't sense the presence of a fertilized egg. It could only transmit the anticipation of pregnancy to my brain through a frantic, pleasurable sensation.
To stimulate the creature violating me, to help me mate more quickly, enter a state of pregnancy, and produce milk, under the constant flood of pleasure in my mind, my instinctive conditioned reflex sent this message throughout my entire body.
Even though I tried to suppress it, seductive moans escaped my throat.
Even though I tried to suppress it, my skin turned a bewitching pink.
Even though I tried to suppress it, my body began to writhe, attracting attention.
"No need for that, I just want to keep going, to drink the fluids you secrete, school nurse, so I can feel more present." Even though she said that, my body, in order to respond to the kneading of my breasts and the urge to produce milk, in order to make me pregnant, had become a state where I could be violated by her, and could do anything to satisfy her sexual desires.
My consciousness, overwhelmed by the pleasure of this constant urging to mate and become pregnant, became hazy. Following this instinct, I searched my brain's speech and hippocampus for ways to provoke her to violate me, and then repeatedly made me instinctively say "I want" in a seductive voice. Even though she was only a fifteen-year-old girl, under the urging of my small uterus, I could feel that I had begun to have the urge to carry her child.
And with the slightly chilly autumn wind, my thin pantyhose was easily torn open by her fingers.
Her fingers easily traced the gap between my panties and skin, caressing my female organs.
In an instant, my organs, already prepared for mating, transformed the pleasure of being caressed into an electric-like surge of pleasure that flooded my mind. Simultaneously, in order to keep her going and complete the mating process, I, overwhelmed by pleasure, couldn't suppress the soft moans that escaped my throat—moans powerful enough to ignite any lust.
Then, I felt her gently take my fingers, covered in the sticky fluid secreted by my body to facilitate penetration, into her mouth, and then gently suck on them.
"Strange…we're both girls, so why is the school nurse's love juice sweet…" While physiologically it could be explained by the influence of diet on the composition of love juice, my mind was now filled with pleasure, my neurons brimming with signals of pleasure, leaving no room for such an explanation.
Now, most of the working nerves in my brain are filled with the command to mate, constantly arousing my body, preparing my organs, sending pleasure signals to my consciousness, stimulating dopamine and sex hormone secretion, promoting lubrication, and increasing cell activity; temporarily shutting down the brain to perceive information unrelated to pleasure, and weakening all five senses except pleasure, so that the other person's actions only evoke pleasure in me, thus connecting my nerves with pleasure and being violated and mated. For a short time, I can't think of anything except wanting the other person to continue mating and tempting them to mate further. In these ways, I prepare my body for my first violation.
Then, her fingers gently entered my body, which had been thoroughly lubricated and was fully prepared to receive the flower path that did not belong to my body.
The instantaneous pleasure of penetration traveled through my nerves to my brain, and the next moment, I reflexively tightened my vaginal canal… I could feel every fold of my vaginal canal intensely absorbing the pleasure of penetration, twitching with each contraction, as if trying to extract something from Miyuki's fingers.
Although I knew that the one arousing my desire was a girl, my body stubbornly clung to the desire to be a female and bear a child for the one I loved.
While it's true that if women truly want children, they don't do it this way, but rather through scientific means—combining an egg cell, containing countless life possibilities, with stem cells possessing strong differentiation capabilities, allowing chromosomes to exchange and creating new cells with each other's chromosomes and genes, capable of becoming new individuals—which, after partial division, are reinserted into the uterus to nurture life… it's clear that following my instinctive physiological urges doesn't care about these complexities.
All it does is prepare me to conceive the other person's child.
"Where is it?"
As if searching for something, Miyuki's delicate fingers moved incessantly within my flower path. With each movement, I trembled uncontrollably, feeling my lower body tighten and secrete more fluid… Finally, just as my nerves were about to be overwhelmed by the immense pleasure, and I was about to lose consciousness from the slow, intense sensation, she seemed to have found something. Instantly, an unparalleled wave of
pleasure swept over my entire body… Just as human-made toys are designed for playability to please customers, as a perfect product of nature, as a human female, my body naturally possesses a certain degree of playability to make those who violate me enjoy playing with my body and mating with me.
One of these is the so-called G-spot.
This is a slightly firm spot hidden within the folds of a girl's flower path, rich in sensory nerves.
Although Miyuki, who was violating me, might not find this spot without careful searching, once she did, the right to control the pleasure no longer belonged to me, but was entirely under Miyuki's control.
Even though my mind was already clouded by pleasure, the gentle teasing of my G-spot, like a constantly flipping switch, instantly forced all the nerves in my brain to stop what they were doing and process the signals from my G-spot. In
that instant, I uncontrollably reached orgasm.
Just being touched on my G-spot brought me to an uncontrollable climax… The duration and intensity of the orgasm were both less than the duration of the touch. Under such pleasure, as a female, I had no way to resist, let alone suppress the pleasure.
This was one of my physiological instincts as a female, designed to make my partner enjoy mating with me by controlling my pleasure.
Once my G-spot was touched, I lost control of my body.
Being a plaything, in order to mate, once my partner found my G-spot, I completely lost all control and became their toy. This is also a product of my physiological evolution as a female, developed to better mate by stimulating the dominant desires of my partner, making them willing to violate me.
In fact, because my neurons are now completely consumed by the pleasure from my G-spot, I have no room for judgment no matter what she says while touching it. Driven by pleasure, I simply agree.
However, she didn't say anything, only rapidly rubbing my G-spot with her fingertips.
An indescribable pleasure instantly spread throughout my body via my G-spot. Every cell in my body trembled and shuddered under the pleasure signals transmitted by my G-spot, obeying the command of pleasure to reach the next climax.
Even under such pleasure, my consciousness began to blur, but even if I wanted to open my mouth to beg for mercy, only moans escaped.
Because as long as she continued to touch my G-spot, everything about my body became a reward for her efforts in finding my G-spot.
Aside from lying limply on the bed, drenched in sweat, trembling, oozing love juices yearning for my partner's penetration, and making sounds urging for continued penetration, instinctively trying every possible way to entice her to violate me, I was powerless to do anything else.
Then, after what felt like an eternity of orgasm, I felt something warm moving in my lower abdomen, bringing even more pleasure.
"Just like the books say, squirting really does exist..." Then, I felt her fingers gently withdraw from my vagina, and with the flow of fluid, something soft seemed to gently cover my trembling bud.
Because Miyuki's fingers were no longer inside me, I barely regained a little consciousness... squirting... plus what she said earlier about obtaining my fluids... Did she want to suck my squirting fluids, exchanging fluids like this?
Although the exact composition of squirting fluids is still undetermined medically, based on current knowledge, it is a harmless fluid. Even because I often eat fruit and use some health supplements to regulate my body's pH balance, the fluids I secrete aren't unpalatable.
Therefore, exhausted from the continuous orgasms, I didn't force myself to stop her. Instead, I succumbed to the suggestions from the cells that had processed so much pleasure and received so many orgasms, and drifted into a state of restorative sleep. Watching the school nurse, who was
fast asleep, gently sucking her fingers and talking in her sleep, Miyuki, having swallowed the slightly fruity liquid, couldn't help but smile softly.
It was the first time she, as someone who was "invisible," had shown such a smile.
However, just a few seconds later, her expression turned serious again… "I'm sorry…" Looking at the school nurse, who seemed only a few centimeters taller than her but possessed a far more mature figure and charm, she apologized softly in a voice only she could hear. "
Oh
, the school clinic is closed today. Isn't the older sister here?" A girl with short pink hair lingered outside the clinic.
Since childhood, she had gotten hurt from various mischiefs, which led her to meet her distant relative, an older sister who was then studying medicine. The older sister
had a gentle expression and tone, was very considerate, seemed approachable, had a fruity scent, and was particularly large-breasted—who wouldn't like her?
To her, the older sister's appearance was like the only ray of light in the darkness.
As if by magic, whenever she smelled the older sister's fragrance, whenever she heard her gentle voice, whenever she nestled in her soft bosom, all her worries instantly vanished.
Therefore, whenever she had any troubles, she would go to the older sister's side and act spoiled.
In fact, after hearing that the older sister had become the school doctor, she, who was originally at the bottom of her class, barely managed to reach the entrance score for this prestigious high school through hard work in junior high.
In this way, she could occasionally scratch her skin again and then stay by her older sister's side.
Under her older sister's encouragement, she even joined the school's track and field team… For someone as mischievous as she was from a young age and possessing athletic talent, becoming the team's ace was extremely easy.
It could be said that for her, who was originally at the bottom of everything and had no hope, her older sister gave her hope and became her support.
"Sigh…"
But…
unfortunately, although her older sister had properly closed the door, she was simply too observant.
In the reflection of a secluded mirror, she saw… a scene that made her regret coming today and injuring her arm instead of her eye.
Like shattered clouds under the setting sun, her heart was torn apart, bleeding endlessly.
Her mind was in turmoil. Although she wanted to push open the door, in the end, seeing her older sister's figure, she chose to run away.
Running was the only thing she had gained from having nothing, and the most important treasure her older sister had given her.
However, in the end, she collapsed to the ground, utterly exhausted.
Because it was past school dismissal time, no one would look at her.
She lay there on the cold floor, letting the floor warm up with her body heat.
It hurt so much…
Her entire body, covered in wounds not inflicted by her, constantly sent her signals of pain.
“I don’t want to go home…”
Unlike sweat, drops of water fell from her cheeks onto the floor, their clear, soft reflections refracting the blood-red color of the setting sun.
That girl, she knew her.
Because of something, she was someone all the students kept their distance from.
The older sister must have pitied that child, which was why she was willing to do that with that girl. After all, the older sister was very kind; even a girl who was disliked like that wouldn’t be ignored.
Lying on the floor, she looked at the crimson sky, seemingly on the verge of tears.
The older sister was such a kind person… she wouldn’t abandon a girl like that.
So… I… have been wrong all along…
I’m such an idiot…
…………………………
When I woke up, the sunset had gradually sunk into the night.
My clothes had been changed into dry spare clothes from the closet, and beside me was a letter left by Miyuki, indicating she had already gone home.
After all, unlike me, she has parents and couldn't stay with me this late.
I stood up gently. I must say, humans are incredibly resilient. Even after what happened, after a good night's sleep, although I was still a little sore, I could walk properly.
As I stood up, I saw my phone on the table flashing incessantly.
It was a text from my sister, seemingly asking what I was doing, saying it was already 6:30 and I wasn't home yet… Seeing this message, I couldn't help but recall what had happened not long ago.
Even in the darkness, I knew my cheeks must be burning red.
I actually… really… with a girl who wasn't even an adult…
I think if this got out, not only would I be fired, I might even be prosecuted immediately… Even if someone over fourteen is consensual and it's not illegal, if others found out… what had I done!
Unlike before, when I was filled with pleasure, now that I've calmed down, I covered my face with my hands.
However, for some reason, under the cold moonlight, I let out a sound that sounded almost like laughter.
I wondered if I'd gone mad.
"The moonlight is so beautiful." Finally, having calmed down, I made sure again that there were no traces
of what had happened in the infirmary, locked the door , and slowly walked down the stairs .
What kind of expression should I wear when I face Miyuki tomorrow? …… ... "Cough cough..." The voice of her alcoholic father came from outside. Since her mother's death, her father had been immersed in drunkenness all day long. The once considerate and family-oriented husband had become an incurable alcoholic. And what she found most unbearable was... whenever he went on a drunken rampage, her sister would be beaten by their father to protect her. In this family, to support her university education, her sister gave up the opportunity to pursue a master's degree and chose to work. Because she was worried about her being alone at home, her sister gave up the opportunity to work at a large hospital and chose to work as a school doctor at a nearby school. If only this father didn't exist... as long as her sister was there, that would be enough... Gently, she took out a small, inconspicuous box hidden deep inside the drawer, then skillfully took out a small amount of white, frosty powder, mixed it with medicine and hot water, and prepared it. After confirming that it was safe, she carefully put the small box away and returned it to the drawer. "Really, don't drink like this. Here, have some medicine." Suppressing her disgust, she put on a dutiful act and gently brought the warm medicine to her father. "It's none of your business..." Accompanied by a foul-smelling burp, the bloated man downed his medication in one gulp, forcefully slapped her hand away, and then lay back down on the sofa, panting heavily. Long-term alcoholism and smoking had already drained his body. So, even if he sped up a little, it wouldn't matter, right? She sighed helplessly, looking at the drunken man who had fallen asleep, then turned her gaze back towards the door. Her sister came home so late today... Really, could it be that her silly sister had been deceived by a man? Thinking this, she gently covered her chest with her hand—the amber her sister had given her. Because her sister's salary wasn't high, when she gave it to her, it was just a simple piece of amber, without any inclusions. Although it looks empty now, she had secretly used some sedatives to keep her sister asleep while she slept. Then, after confirming it wouldn't cause any harm, she gently removed a small, very important item from her sister's body using minimally invasive instruments and placed it inside the amber using some method… This was the most important treasure her sister had given her; it contained the most precious thing inside her sister's body… Just thinking this made her shift uneasy. But thankfully, soon, with the sound of the doorbell, she saw her favorite person. "I'm back, Haruka." "Sister!" She threw herself into her sister's arms, enjoying her sister's calming scent and relaxing softness. Wait… this scent is stronger than before, a very rich fruity aroma… It's the smell of her sister's bodily secretions… And, the clothes her sister wore when she left this morning are different from what she's wearing now. Her sister is wearing the spare clothes her sister had left in the infirmary… Combining all this information, the answer is easy to deduce. Sister, so you really did it with someone... It's unforgivable. She's my favorite sister. Even though I've already taken her virginity, she absolutely shouldn't let someone else take her virginity a second time... But, there's nothing I can do about it. After all, she's so cute. Although she's shorter than me, she has such feminine beauty. Even as her younger sister, I want her to be by my side forever... Taking a deep breath, her expression returned to its gentle state.

She knew very well that being too possessive wasn't a good thing; it would backfire. Letting her sister indulge a little, then firmly holding onto her heart—this balance was the way to make both of them happy.
Liking someone wasn't just about completely possessing them; if only she was happy while her sister was unhappy, it would be counterproductive.
However, having slept in the same bed since childhood, she knew her sister's personality well, and she knew her sister was naturally gentle and easily tamed.
After graduation, this house could become her and her sister's room, a world overflowing with the scent of fruit, as sweet as sugar.
Just feeling her sister's presence made her heart melt… "Ah, sorry… Sister, I need to take this call." It seemed to be a work call… But none of that mattered. How could she create a paradise where both her and her sister were happy?
"Ah, yes, it's Xingmei… What?"
Her sister's barely suppressed voice made her instinctively look up.
No, it's probably another call from some man...
"What? You said Kaoru fell from the third floor of the school... Hey, don't joke around, she worked so hard to become the ace of the school's track and field team... It's autumn now, not April Fool's Day... Wait, this... Hey, these videos you sent, they're not Kaoru's, are they? They just came out, let me take a look..." After a brief silence, the older sister's voice became a little lower, probably worried that her voice was too loud and the others on the other end of the phone would hear the result.
"Her left leg is dislocated, but thankfully, with proper rehabilitation, it won't affect her running later. It's a stroke of luck. Let me look at her right leg... Eh... a comminuted fracture, extensive soft tissue damage, severed blood vessels, nerves, and muscles... Did you bring the wrong X-rays? How can Kaoru run like this! She told me this was her only dream... You mean Kaoru has many bruises... Wait, domestic violence, it's already been filed? What... because other relatives refuse to adopt her and pay for her medical expenses, they want me to become her guardian." It seems like everything is happening at once... Before her sister's voice had even finished, not far away, accompanied by the sound of clattering tables and chairs, the man groaned a few times, then reached out as if trying to grasp something, but ultimately remained motionless on the cold floor.
"Sorry, I have something to do here. I'll call back later."
Watching her sister hang up the phone and rush to the man's side, her face growing even paler with each examination, a faint, almost imperceptible smile appeared on her lips.
She knew the girl named Kaoru too; she wasn't someone who would hurt her sister, just someone who had suffered domestic violence and blindly craved love.
Now, the biggest obstacle had completely disappeared.
Ah… her sister's sweet scent was irresistible.
[The End]

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