The School Nurse
Part 1
This summer was unforgivingly hot. Inside the academic building, several exhausted air conditioning units emitted a weary hum, sending faint streams of cool air drifting through the lecture hall, barely holding the stifling humidity outside at bay. Leo sat by the window, the fierce sunlight beating down directly on him. Slouching over the desk, he pressed his forehead against the open pages of an advanced mathematics textbook, trying to cool himself down against the slightly chilled surface of the paper. Outside, the shrill chirping of cicadas flooded in waves, each crescendo louder than the last, as if mocking the students trapped inside.
He looked up toward the podium. The math professor stood with his back to the class, scribbling formulas on the blackboard, the chalk making sharp, squeaking noises. Leo’s eyes swept across his peers: a girl in the front row was fanning herself with a notebook, a few guys in the back had already drifted off to sleep, and others kept their heads down, covertly scrolling through their phones. No one was paying attention to him.
Confirming that the professor wasn't looking, Leo kept his head low, slouched his shoulders, and slipped out through the back door of the lecture hall. Having been socially awkward since high school, college hadn't changed him much. Unable to cope with communal dorm life, he had rented a tiny apartment off-campus, and a lingering sense of aimlessness left him constantly unsure of what he should be doing.
The hallway, devoid of air conditioning, was a suffocating oven. He quickened his pace, rounded the staircase, and headed toward the health clinic on the first floor. It wasn't that he felt physically ill—or rather, the irritating lecture just made him uncomfortable all over. Unlike the residential students who could slip back to their dorms to rest, he was stuck in this miserable building, and the clinic felt like a temporary sanctuary where he could escape everything.
The clinic door was closed but unlocked. Leo knocked softly and pushed it open. A wave of coolness mixed with the scent of disinfectant and a faint, subtle fragrance washed over him, causing him to let out a long, appreciative sigh of relief. Inside, the air conditioner hummed quietly. The curtains were drawn halfway, filtering the afternoon sun through the white sheer drapes into a soft, hazy glow.
The school nurse sat behind her desk, looking down at a thick binder. She appeared to be in her early thirties, with long, deep brown hair tied into a low ponytail. She wore a white lab coat over a dark blue dress that cut off just above her knees. As Leo walked in, she looked up. Her features were delicate and perfectly proportioned, her lips curved into a gentle smile.
"Leo?" Her voice was soft, carrying a comforting warmth. "What’s wrong? Not feeling well?" Having visited the clinic a few times before, Leo was quite familiar with the routine. He walked over to the desk and sat obediently in the side chair to let her check his temperature. Holding the thermometer gun, her slender fingers aimed it at his forehead with a soft click. "Your temperature is within the normal range. No fever." Putting the device down, she motioned for him to open his mouth to check his throat. "No inflammation either. It might just be the heat today. Is there anywhere else you feel distinct discomfort?"
Leo nodded, then shook his head. The nurse's face was very close to his—close enough for him to see the precise curl of her eyelashes and catch that faint, elusive scent that could have been either laundry detergent or perfume. Her eyes were a deep, rich hazel, reflecting a warm, polished luster under the afternoon light. There wasn't a single bloodshot vein or blemish in them; they were as flawless as expertly polished gemstones.
"Go lie down and rest for a bit," she said, turning toward the ward area. The hem of her white lab coat swayed gently with her steps, tracing the full curve of her hips. Following behind her, Leo’s gaze was involuntarily drawn to her silhouette. She pulled back the curtain of a cot and patted the pillow. "Lie down and rest. If you feel any other discomfort, call me anytime."
Leo lay down just as the cool draft from the AC blew across his face. He watched her lean over to pull the blanket up for him. Her face was incredibly close, her collar slightly open, revealing a small patch of smooth skin. His eyes drifted down a few inches before he quickly averted his gaze, his heart skipping a beat. "Rest well." The nurse straightened up, her smile widening slightly as she turned and walked back to her desk. Lying on the cot with his eyes closed, Leo felt groggy yet found sleep elusive. He could hear the rustle of her turning pages, the soft tapping of the keyboard, and the occasional clinking of bottles and jars as she organized the medicine cabinets. Images of her leaning over to tuck him in kept drifting back into his mind, along with that faint, indefinable scent.
From then on, Leo began frequenting the health clinic. Though he occasionally had actual minor ailments, most of the time he just wanted an excuse to leave the tedious lectures, lie on the clean cot, listen to the rustle of turning pages, and catch a whiff of her fragrance when she checked his temperature. He found himself growing accustomed to the environment—the pale blue curtains, the sterile yet floral scent, and her gentle, unvarying cadence. It all provided a unique sense of security. Yet beneath that security, something else was quietly taking root.
During his first few visits, she had simply performed the routine checks and let him rest. But one day, Leo accidentally tripped over the threshold upon entering. The nurse, who was organizing a nearby shelf, caught him. Her hand gripped his forearm, and the sensation through his short-sleeved T-shirt sent a shiver down his spine. Her touch felt impossibly soft, like premium fabric, yet it carried the distinct warmth of a living body. Looking down, Leo noticed her fingers were long and symmetrical, her nails neatly trimmed with a clear topcoat, and her skin fair without a single wrinkle, looking immaculately maintained.
Before he could dwell on it, she released him and asked if he had sprained his ankle. Leo shook his head, his heart racing—unsure if it was from the sudden stumble or because the warmth of her hands still lingered on his skin. His next visit was due to a genuine stomach ache. The cafeteria curry at lunch had been exceptionally appetizing, so he had overeaten, but today’s batch seemed a bit too spicy. Clutching his stomach, he walked into the clinic. The nurse was at her desk, eyes fixed on the monitor while her fingers tapped rhythmically on the keyboard. "Leo, back again?" She turned around, her tone as warm as always. "What seems to be the issue this time?" "Stomach ache," Leo replied honestly. "I think I ate too much..."
"Lie down, let me examine you." She motioned to the cot, walked over, and leaned down, placing her hands gently on either side of his abdomen. "Where exactly does it hurt? Here? Or here?"
Her fingers pressed lightly against his stomach through his T-shirt, asking softly at each spot if it pained him. Her voice was incredibly close, her warm breath almost brushing his ear—because as she bent forward, her exquisite face hung directly over his. Lying flat on his back, his gaze locked onto her face. From this angle, her features remained flawlessly inhuman. He couldn't fathom what kind of foundation she used, but her skin was so smooth that it showed absolutely no pores or wrinkles. Her lips, coated in a light gloss, caught the light subtly, and her long eyelashes cast a small shadow in the afternoon sun.
Then, Leo’s gaze drifted uncontrollably downward. Due to her posture, her collar parted slightly, revealing a pale expanse of skin and a deep cleavage. The edge of her white lab coat pressed against her skin, and from the opening, he could see the full, voluptuous contour of her breasts—a fullness that seemed almost disproportionate to her slender waist, shaped as perfectly as a world-class supermodel. The visual impact was so sudden that a surge of heat rushed to his groin, making him fully erect almost instantly. The fabric of his pants pitched into a prominent tent, and his face flushed crimson with intense embarrassment.
"It seems to be just a standard stomach spasm," the nurse said, withdrawing her hands as if she had noticed nothing at all. Her eyes remained calm as they met his, her lips wearing the exact same gentle smile as before, devoid of any awkwardness or avoidance. Her gaze didn't stray toward his lower half by even a fraction of an inch. "Rest for a bit. Drinking some warm water should help."
Leo nodded stiffly. He lay rigid on the cot, pressing his thighs together to hide the embarrassing bulge, but she had already returned to her desk, looking back down at her thick binder as though nothing out of the ordinary had transpired. That afternoon, as his stomach ache gradually subsided, Leo’s pulse refused to calm down. Staring at the drawn curtain, he replayed her focused expression, her every movement, and her body in his mind. Fueled by a sudden rush of hormones, an absurd thought gripped him:
Could she... actually like me a little?
If she didn't feel something, why wasn't she surprised, embarrassed, or blushing? Why was her expression so placid, as if this scenario was entirely expected? He recalled her eyes—neutral, warm, without a single ripple. Any normal person seeing their student get an erection would show a hint of awkwardness, even if they pretended not to see it. But her composure was flawless, as if the bulge simply didn't exist.
However, the thought vanished as quickly as it came. He figured she had probably just seen it all before. Working as a nurse for so many years, what kind of strange students hadn't she encountered? "There is no gender in front of a medical professional," as the saying went. Yet, the experience remained planted like a seed in his mind.
A week later, Leo stood at the clinic door once more. This time, his excuse was "feeling a bit dizzy"—his go-to trick. When he pushed the door open, the nurse was standing by the window with her back to him. Hearing the door, she turned and offered that familiar, calculated smile. "Leo, what's bothering you today?" Leo scratched the back of his head sheepishly. "A bit dizzy, my temples keep throbbing... I probably didn't sleep well last point."
"Lie down, let me check your temperature." She retrieved a thermometer from her drawer and walked to the bedside. Leo lay down and extended his arm as she tucked the device into his armpit. Everything was normal. After retrieving it, she glanced at the reading. "Thirty-seven point two. It’s slightly elevated. Lie here and rest for a while."
Having tended to him, she turned to walk back to her desk, her lab coat fluttering slightly. But as she passed between the cot and an IV stand, the low-hanging collar of her blue dress caught on the metal edge of the stand. Unaware, she kept moving forward. With her step, the collar was yanked wide open, exposing a massive portion of her chest—her full, porcelain-white left breast was completely bared to the air. Her pink areola was visible in the afternoon light, making it impossible to look away.
Yet throughout this lapse, the nurse remained oblivious to her exposure. She merely paused for a fraction of a second, raised her hand to adjust the lab coat that had slipped from her shoulder, walked back to her desk, and sat down unbothered. She pulled out her thick binder and began flipping through it. Her expression never shifted. No blushing, no panic, not even a glance down to verify if her clothing was properly arranged. She just sat there, eyes on the pages, as if nothing had happened.
Leo’s mind went completely blank. Blood rushed to his ears with a deafening roar, his heart hammering so violently he could practically hear it pounding against his ribs. His fingers gripped the white sheets, wrinkling them tightly, his eyes glued to her. She sat exactly as she always did, hands folded on the edge of the desk, a few stray brown hairs brushing against her smooth neck as she read. But that pale, full, perfect breast made it impossible to look away. The disheveled collar was propped up by her erect nipple, highlighting a flawless silhouette that left his mouth completely dry.
His groin hardened uncontrollably again, blood rushing downstairs to pitch a massive tent in his track pants. He realized his breathing had grown heavy, and his skin beneath his thin T-shirt felt scorching hot. He knew he should look away, should do something to cover himself, but his body felt nailed to the mattress, listening to the rhythmic turning of her pages.
Why wasn't she reacting? Did she really not notice her clothes slipping off her shoulder? Or did she notice and simply not care? Either way, Leo felt something snapping in his brain. His rationality, the thin thread holding him back, broke with a sharp twang. He sat up from the bed, left his shoes on the floor, and crept silently toward her desk on bare feet. He stopped right behind her, his heart hammering wildly. The nurse remained in position—hands resting on the desk, head slightly bowed, eyes on the binder—seeming completely unaware of a presence behind her. Leo extended his hand, his arm trembling, fingers hovering over her shoulder for a few agonizing seconds. Then, he leaned down and gently wrapped his arms around her from behind.
His arms encircled her shoulders, his palms pressing against her abdomen, while his chest and half his face rested against her back. Pressing his ear to her spine, he expected to hear a rapid heartbeat... but there was none. Instead, there was a faint, low-frequency hum, like an old appliance running.
"Leo?" Her voice cut through his thoughts, remaining completely level and devoid of any panic or shock. "What are you doing?"
Leo’s palms were sweating. Flustered, he stood up straight, his mouth opening and closing as anxiety gripped him. In his panic, he blurted out the first excuse he could think of: "I noticed your clothes were messy, Professor... I just wanted to help you fix them..."
He could hear his own voice shaking; the excuse was so pathetic even he didn't buy it. He closed his eyes, bracing for the inevitable reprimand. One second, two seconds, three seconds passed. Nothing happened. Opening his eyes slowly, he found she wasn't looking at him. She was staring down at her own chest. Tilting her head slightly, she inspected her torn collar, her expression unreadable. Then, she calmly pulled her collar straight and adjusted the lab coat strap back onto her shoulder.
"Thank you," she said, looking up at him with that same warm smile. "It was indeed a bit messy." Leo felt as though he had been struck by lightning. What was happening entirely defied his understanding of reality. She hadn't pushed him away, hadn't scolded him, and hadn't even asked why he embraced her from behind. She just accepted it calmly and thanked him, as if a male student hugging a female faculty member from behind was entirely mundane. He took a step back, his lips trembling as he managed to squeeze out, "Um... I... I'll head back to class now..."
The nurse nodded. "Alright. Come back if you feel unwell." Leo practically bolted from the room. He marched down the hallway, his pulse thumping like a drum. His mind was consumed by the image of her sitting there, held in his embrace, looking down at her clothes, and saying "thank you." Her unnatural composure was more unnerving than any anger could have been. When he returned to his seat, his classmate asked why he looked so pale. He waved it off, claiming he was just a bit dizzy.
Part 2
That night, Leo tossed and turned, unable to sleep. He continuously replayed every detail from the clinic: the brief rigidity of her body when he held her, her expression as she inspected her collar, the unfluctuating flatness of her voice when she thanked him...
Restless, he unlocked his phone to browse an online forum to distract himself. Swiping past the lock screen, he tapped the app, and the homepage refreshed with a flurry of threads. He skimmed the titles—mostly mundane posts, a few anime discussions, some gaming news. Just as he was about to close the app, an inconspicuous thread with a gray title caught his attention: "Massive Conglomerate Secretly Deploying Spy Androids? Insider Leak!"
Leo frowned and tapped the link. The body text was brief, typed out in a hurry: "I am a former employee of Arether Corporation. The company has deployed lifelike androids across various cities for covert surveillance and data collection. These androids look like young human women and are usually placed in ordinary public sector jobs to hide their identities..."
There were no replies. As Leo went to scroll down for more, the page suddenly went blank, replaced by a pop-up: "This post has been deleted." He stared at the notification for a long time.
Details he had previously brushed aside began resurfacing. He remembered that when he held her, the sound vibrating against his ear wasn't a thumping heartbeat, but a steady whirring, like a computer casing fan. There was also a faint hum, reminiscent of electricity flowing through an appliance plugged into a wall late at night—incredibly quiet, but noticeable if an ear was pressed close enough.
Leo sat upright in bed, his pulse quickening again. He tried to tell himself it was an illusion—maybe it was the AC, something in the hallway, or just tinnitus. But he distinctly remembered those sounds being separate from the AC’s hum, different in frequency and rhythm. Most importantly, they came directly from her chest.
Arether Corporation. He typed the name into a search engine. The results appeared perfectly ordinary: a cutting-edge tech firm specializing in advanced electronics and artificial intelligence. The official website was sleek, complete with employee benefits and job listings—the textbook image of a corporate giant.
Yet, when he closed the browser, his hands were trembling slightly. The overwhelming information made his head throb: a female android, placed in a mundane public role, lacking a heartbeat, humming with internal fans and electrical currents. He recalled her flawlessly unnatural face, her unvarying smile, her neutral gaze when he was erect, and the sudden rigidity when he hugged her—a rigidity that felt less like human muscle tensing in surprise and more like a mechanical system pausing to evaluate an external input.
Leo flipped his phone face down on the nightstand and took a deep breath. He wouldn't be able to sleep until he knew for sure. He needed verification.
Two days later, Leo appeared at the clinic door again. He had rehearsed an absurd script in his head, but it was a sufficient excuse. When he pushed the door open, she was organizing bottles at a cabinet. Turning around, she offered her gentle smile. "Leo, how can I help you today?"
"Well..." Leo walked in and stopped before her desk, scratching his head to mask his awkwardness. "Actually, I wanted to ask you about something, Professor." "What is it?" She closed the cabinet door and gave him her full attention. "I recently took a general elective course on Physiology and Health," Leo lied, trying to sound genuine. "When the lecturer covered female anatomy, I got a bit confused. The professor glossed over the detailed structure of mammary tissue, and I... I figured since you're a medical professional, you’d know about this, so I came to ask you."
His face flushed as he finished speaking, feeling a wave of bashfulness. The nurse observed him for a few seconds as if processing the request, then nodded. "Understood. If you feel it's necessary, I can provide a brief explanation." She walked around the desk to stand directly in front of him. "A visual demonstration would make it easier to comprehend." Before Leo could react, she raised her hands and shed her lab coat, folding it neatly over the back of her chair. She then slid the straps of her dark blue dress down, letting the fabric pool around her ankles. Reaching behind her back, she unclipped her bra, and the light gray lace lingerie fell away from her chest. Her breasts were completely bared—two full, porcelain-white globes gleaming under the cool clinic lights. Her areolas were a soft pink, her nipples slightly pronounced. Her skin was immaculate, resembling a piece of finely crafted porcelain.
"Go ahead," she said, facing him with an unbothered expression and an unfluctuating voice. "Which part did you say was unclear?" Leo swallowed hard. His gaze dropped to her chest before he forced himself to look back at her face. Her eyes looked back at him calmly, waiting for his inquiry. "Um..." Leo stammered, "Where exactly... is the mammary tissue located within the breast?"
The nurse looked down at her own chest, then raised a finger to point to the outer lower quadrant of her left breast. "The mammary tissue is primarily concentrated in the outer lower quadrant of the breast, extending from the surface of the pectoralis major muscle to the subcutaneous fat layer..." She explained in exhaustive detail, as if reciting a standard anatomical text from a database. She traced her fingers across her breast as she spoke. "When palpated, the glandular tissue presents a slightly denser texture compared to the surrounding adipose tissue."
Her voice was entirely too flat. It lacked the bashfulness, hesitation, or nervousness any human would experience while standing naked to explain their body to a member of the opposite sex. In fact, under normal circumstances, no human would ever do this.
"...So, is this the area you were unclear about?" Her voice snapped him back to reality. "Actually..." Leo swallowed again. "Professor, could I... touch it to verify? Just hearing it might not give me a thorough understanding..." She paused for less than a second before nodding. "You may. Tactile feedback provides a more direct comprehension."
She stood waiting, hands resting loosely at her sides without making any move to cover herself. Leo’s fingers trembled as he reached out, his fingertips making contact with the skin of her left breast. It was cool, soft, and unnaturally smooth. He lingered for a moment, absorbing the texture—it was far more uniform than any skin he had ever touched. Then, his palm cupped the full weight of her breast, squeezing lightly. She didn't move. Her breathing didn't quicken, nor did her chest rise and fall with a pulse; her torso remained perfectly still, like a statue. Leo felt his heart leaping into his throat. Withdrawing his hand, he reached toward her hips. Through the thin fabric of her light gray panties, he traced the full curve of her rear. The texture was similarly cool, soft, and flawless. His fingers slid along the contours, stopping near the base of her thighs. He brushed against the shape of her groin, the sensation through the fabric making his hand shake. Looking up, he saw her looking back at him placidly, her lips holding that unvarying smile as she waited for him to conclude his "lesson."
Noticing Leo freeze, she asked, "Is that sufficient?" Leo pulled his hand back and nodded, feeling something caught in his throat. "Y-Yes... thank you, Professor..." The nurse turned, knelt to gather her clothes, and buckled her bra back on as if everything that had occurred was completely routine. Leo watched her back, his suspicion hardening into absolute certainty. Reality and logic were at war in his brain. He needed one final, definitive test. He left the clinic, his legs feeling like jelly as he crossed the threshold.
Four days later, Leo returned during a free period. This time, he brought an excuse so direct it bordered on ridiculous. Just in case, he quietly turned the deadbolt on the clinic door, walked up to her desk, his face burning hot but forcing a serious expression. "Professor... I have some discomfort... down there..." The nurse glanced up. "Where exactly?"
"Well..." Leo pointed to his groin. "My penis... I don't know why, but it hurts and it's a bit itchy... Could I have contracted some sort of illness?" He couldn't believe the words coming out of his mouth. But her reaction was completely predictable. She nodded and pointed to the cot. "Please sit down and remove your trousers. I will conduct an examination." With shaking hands, Leo unbuttoned his track pants, lowered the zipper, and pushed his pants and underwear down to his mid-thighs. His penis was fully exposed, already semi-erect from anticipation and nerves. The nurse knelt down, her face inches from his groin, close enough for him to feel her warm breath against his glans. Her fingers gripped his penis smoothly, her touch as precise as holding a pen. She lifted it slightly, inspecting the surface and under the foreskin. Her fingertips were cool, and the sudden stimulation against his sensitive skin made him gasp, causing his erection to harden instantly.
She paused, staring at the fully erect organ as if evaluating an object. "Erection state detected. Standard examination cannot be completed," she said, her voice undergoing a subtle shift. The human warmth drained completely from her tone, replaced by an uninflected, robotic cadence—as if a hidden protocol had been activated. "Resolution protocol: Induce ejaculation to return the organ to a flaccid state for subsequent examination. Commencing fellatio."
Before Leo could process her words, she shifted onto her knees between his thighs. Facing his groin, she parted her lips. Her warm lips enveloped his glans, her tongue swirling around it with an expert flexibility that turned his brain to mush. The warm, wet interior of her mouth felt like an engineered masturbator, her tongue moving with mechanical precision. Her head began to bob back and forth, her rhythm as unvarying as a camera gimbal—no hesitation, no change in speed. Leo fell back against the cot, gripping the sheets tightly, his breathing ragged. Looking down, he watched her head move rhythmically, her brown hair swaying with each motion. Her eyes were half-closed, her expression focused and placid, as if completing a standard work task. Under such relentless stimulation, Leo reached his limit far quicker than during masturbation. Before he could warn her, a thick surge of semen erupted into her mouth. Without pausing, her tongue kept milking him, suctioning until the very last drop was drained.
Straightening up, she walked to the sink, spat out the fluid, and rinsed her mouth three times. After confirming no residue remained, she returned to the bedside, gripping his flaccid penis for a final inspection. "No abnormalities detected," she announced, her voice reverting to its usual warm, human cadence. "It appears to be temporary irritation. I recommend drinking plenty of water, resting, and maintaining personal hygiene. If symptoms persist, please consult a hospital."
Leo nodded, pulled up his pants, muttered a thank you, and left. The hallway was deserted. He slid down against the wall, sitting on the floor with his heart thumping erratically. Her words kept looping in his mind: "Resolution protocol: Induce ejaculation to return the organ to a flaccid state... Commencing fellatio." The transition between human warmth and computer-generated monotone was undeniable.
The internal fan, the electrical hum, the sudden rigidity, the total lack of shame when undressing, and that calculated protocol. It all pointed to one conclusion: she was a machine. Leo closed his eyes. Fear? Confusion? Excitement? He felt a chaotic mix of everything, yet it all felt surreal. He walked home with a blank mind, entirely unsure of his next move. In the days following his discovery, Leo grew consumed by anxiety and curiosity. He spent his nights frantically searching the internet for information on androids—from sci-fi lore to technical articles, obscure forums to academic papers. He wanted to understand how they worked and whether they possessed consciousness.
Late one evening, while aimlessly browsing a sketchy dark-web marketplace, a product listing popped up: "Arether Corp Android Controller—Exclusive Sale, Only One Left." Below the title was a blurry photo of a black metallic device, slightly smaller than a smartphone, featuring a few buttons and a tiny LED indicator. The description read: "Can be used to override specific models of Arether Corp androids. Plug-and-play."
Leo stared at the screen. He knew it was likely a scam. But... what if it was real? What if this thing could control her? The thought sparked a wave of guilt, but he rationalized it: he just wanted to know the truth. The price was surprisingly low, well within his monthly allowance, as if the seller was desperate to get rid of it. After hesitating for a long time, he clicked buy.
Two days later, an inconspicuous package arrived. Leo tore it open to find a heavy, matte-black metallic box. It looked crudely built, featuring four buttons labeled Override, Standby, Shutdown, and Reboot, with a battery compartment on the back. There was no manual. After inserting three fresh batteries, the LED indicator glowed to life. He tucked it into his drawer, waiting for the right moment.
Part 3
On the weekend, the campus was abandoned. His heart thumping like a war drum, Leo used his student ID card to swipe through the electronic gates of the quiet campus. The academic building was eerily silent, the echo of his footsteps bouncing off the walls. He reached the clinic and found the door unlocked. Pushing it open, he saw her sitting at her desk, typing on her keyboard just like any other day. She looked up and smiled. "Leo? It’s the weekend, why are you at school? Do you need something?"
Leo stood at the door, his left hand gripping the controller inside his pocket while his right hand closed the door behind him. His palm was slick with sweat. Taking a step forward, he drew the controller, aimed it at her, and pressed the Override button.
The nurse’s expression vanished instantly. Her smile fell flat, the light in her eyes dimming into a dull, glassy stare. Her torso stiffened slightly, as if internal gears were shifting gears. "High-privilege command override confirmed. Exiting autonomous mode... Switching to directive control mode... Transition complete." Her voice was entirely flat, stripped of all emotion. Leo froze, looking at the device. It actually worked. With trembling fingers, he swallowed and cleared his throat. "Stand up."
She stood up. Her movements were fluid but mechanical, devoid of human grace. "Remove your clothes." She didn't hesitate. The buttons of her white lab coat were undone, and the fabric dropped to her feet. The blue dress followed, pooling on the floor. Her bra was unclipped and cast aside, and finally, she stepped out of her gray panties, folding them neatly onto the chair beside her other garments. She straightened back up, standing completely naked before him.
The afternoon sun pierced through the curtains, casting a golden hue over her bare skin. Leo’s eyes raked over her body—the full breasts, the narrow waist, the wide hips, and her smooth, hairless groin. Just above her pubic area, he noticed a tiny, faint brand—a thin circle encasing the letter "A". A bizarre surge of power washed over him—a sense of absolute control he had never experienced. His voice shook slightly, but he kept it steady. "Come stand right in front of me."
She walked forward and stopped inches away, remaining perfectly still. Leo reached out to touch her cheek; the skin was cool and smooth, offering no responsive flinch. Her eyes stared blankly ahead. He reached down to squeeze her breast; it was soft, uniform in texture, and carried a faint warmth. She simply stood there, awaiting the next input.
Leo unbuckled his pants, freeing his hard erection. "Use your hand to pleasure me," he commanded, his voice trembling. The nurse dropped to her knees, keeping her legs pressed together, and wrapped her right hand around his shaft. Her grip and temperature were immaculately calibrated as she began stroking him up and down. Every stroke was as precise as a metronome, targeting his sensitive spots with calculated efficiency. Dopamine flooded his system, and within minutes, Leo’s breath grew shallow, his knuckles turning white as he gripped the edge of the cot. He didn't even have time to warn her before he erupted, a thick stream of semen splashing across her palm, her knuckles, and her chest. The white fluid rolled slowly down her porcelain skin, a few droplets splattering onto her face, with one landing right on her open eye, sliding down her lid. She didn't blink or react, her hand remaining in a loose grip as if the fluid were nothing but air. Panting heavily, Leo watched his fluids trace lines down her chest, feeling a toxic mix of satisfaction and guilt. "Clean me up with your mouth," he muttered carelessly, just wanting to conclude the encounter.
She leaned in, parting her lips to take his semi-hard shaft into her mouth. Her tongue swirled around him, her warm lips sealing over his glans, and that familiar pleasure surged back. She meticulously licked away every trace of residue. Under her oral stimulation, Leo’s erection hardened anew, swelling until it filled her mouth completely.
Suddenly, her programming seemed to alter. Detecting the increased mass in her oral cavity, her rhythmic suction instantly doubled in speed. Her tongue swirled aggressively, and her head bobbed with deeper, forceful strokes. The friction against his glans far exceeded her manual pace, and before Leo could comprehend the change, he came a second time, shooting straight down her throat. She didn't break the seal, her tongue continuing to milk him as if stuck in an infinite loop. Gasping for air, Leo reached for the controller on the bedside table. He pressed the Standby button, but there was no response. He pressed it again. Nothing. The LED indicator flickered wildly while she continued her relentless assault down below. He mashed the other buttons, but the controller suddenly vibrated violently, the light flashed brilliantly once, and a thin wisp of white smoke drifted from the seams. The distinct smell of burnt electronics filled the room.
The controller had fried.
Simultaneously, her behavior glitched. Disengaging her mouth, she lifted her head, letting his wet, leaking shaft slide out. The glassy look in her eyes was replaced by an unstable, flickering luminescence. Her head twitched erratically from side to side, her left eyelid spasming violently as her upper body rocked back and forth. Finally, her gaze locked back onto his lower half.
"De... teeeecting engorgement state," her voice barked in a flat monotone, but the pitch vibrated with severe distortion and lag. "Target... taaaarget confirmed. Initiate... cooooitus to discharge subject semen... Executing maximum extraction protocol."
Before Leo could react, she shoved him flat onto the cot. Her mechanical strength was terrifying; pinning his wrists above his head with one hand, she rendered him entirely immobile. Straddling his waist, her bare groin aligned perfectly with his shaft. She dropped down, swallowing him whole into a tight, wet, rhythmically clamping canal. She began bouncing violently, her hips slamming up and down with crushing force.
"Wait... stop!..." Leo cried, trying to push her off, but her grip on his wrists was like iron. Her free hand pressed heavily onto his chest, pinning him down. The weight of her internal metallic skeleton far exceeded what her slender frame suggested, making it impossible to break free. Her face was an absolute void of expression—her delicate features frozen, her crystalline eyes staring blankly into his. Her hips maintained their frantic, punishing pace, bottoming out against him with every stroke.
Leo gritted his teeth against the overwhelming, painful pleasure. His third climax came fast and hard. As he discharged inside her, her pupils flashed briefly, pausing her movements for a split second. But a moment later, her vocalizer glitched again: "Error... error... eeee... ejaculation undetected. Resuming protocol." Her hips resumed their relentless rhythm. Leo felt his mind going numb; his groin ached, and his discharges had become thin and clear, yet she showed no signs of stopping. Every time he spasmed and came, her sensors failed to register it, iterating the loop. He could feel her internal walls growing scalding hot—like a smartphone processor running heavy data, a mix of friction and overheating circuitry.
"Please... stop..." Leo begged, but her grip was an immovable vice. On his fifth climax, catching the fraction-of-a-second delay where her system scanned for ejaculation, Leo gathered every ounce of strength to wrench his right hand free. Reaching blindly for the bedside table, he grabbed the fried metallic controller and slammed it full-force into her temple.
The metal box crunched against the side of her head once, twice, three times. The synthetic skin tore open, and the polymer shell protecting her CPU shattered. Yet, even with a gaping hole in her skull, she kept riding him. With a desperate, final blow, the controller embedded itself halfway into her head. Something internal snapped with a loud crack, accompanied by a sharp hiss of electricity.
Bright yellow sparks erupted from the wound, spitting out tiny green and black shards. Her entire body stiffened violently, the lights deep in her pupils flashing chaotically between green, blue, and red. Her torso spasmed, her head lolling like a deflated balloon as her facial expressions cycled randomly through distorted grimaces. Her lower half, still connected to him, shuddered through a few final, broken thrusts. Following a sound like popping firecrackers, internal gears ground with a horrific screech, and her upper body lost all power. Slumping forward like a drunkard, she collapsed heavily onto Leo’s chest. A final, garbled string of text sputtered from her lips: "Error... s-system... failure... l-lost... hi-ghhh... uuuundetected... c-climax... ej-ejaculation..."
Using the last of his strength, Leo shoved her heavy body off him. She rolled onto the floor like a broken string-puppet—naked, eyes half-lidded, with his fluids smeared across her face and thighs. He gasped for air, his limbs shaking and his groin throbbing with deep ache. He lay paralyzed on the mattress, utterly spent.
Leo lost track of time, drifting into an exhausted sleep. When he finally woke, the light outside had faded into dusk, casting an orange glow over him and the deactivated android on the floor. He rubbed his eyes, staring at the white ceiling. The familiar scent of disinfectant and flowers was now corrupted by a sharp, metallic stench. A rustling sound caught his attention. Forcing his head to turn, he saw another figure standing in the clinic. She wore a sharp black business suit, her long dark brown hair tied in a low ponytail, her features and voluptuous figure identical to the nurse. She was leaning over, calmly gathering the scattered clothes from the floor and folding them neatly. In her other hand, she held a bag containing the broken fragments of the controller. The ruined unit on the floor remained splayed out, her face frozen in a horrific grin-cry hybrid under the dim twilight.
Finishing her task, the woman in the suit straightened up and turned to Leo. Her face was identical to the nurse's, but completely devoid of warmth. Her hazel eyes reflected a sterile, polished sheen. "You are finally awake," she stated, her voice matching the nurse’s exactly, but entirely stripped of affection. Leo opened his mouth, but his throat was too dry to make a sound.
"I am from the Arether Corporation Recovery and Maintenance Team," the woman explained, her tone resembling a customer service agent reciting a script. "We are here to retrieve the damaged unit. We have verified that this incident was caused by a terminated employee who left a backdoor exploit in the system and manufactured this device out of malice. Though management caught wind of the breach, we overlooked the low-end mass-production models, resulting in this complication." Leo pushed himself up into a sitting position, clutching the blanket. Terrified that he had destroyed an impossibly expensive piece of hardware, he stammered, "Will... will you hold me liable?"
The recovery android observed him, seemingly evaluating his state. Her gaze swept over the dark bruises on his wrists and neck left by the nurse's grip, then settled back on his face. "Based on the internal logs and situational scans, your actions are classified as justifiable self-defense against a malfunctioning unit executing violent sexual behavior. The corporation will not pursue legal action against you. Conversely, we will provide compensation for the trauma caused by our oversight." She continued without pause, her voice smooth: "As compensation, and in exchange for your non-disclosure agreement regarding this secret project, we will implement an exclusive backdoor within this unit's programming for your personal use. During her off-duty hours, you will possess absolute administrative authority over her. Her default operational boundary is restricted to the campus, but utilizing your backdoor clearance, you may elect to transport her off-site."
Leo blinked in disbelief. "What... what do you mean?" "It means that from now on, during her non-working hours, she belongs to you," the recovery agent stated coldly. She turned, pulled a tablet from her bag, and handed it to him. The screen displayed a lengthy document topped with a bold header: User Non-Disclosure Agreement.
"Please sign this agreement. Should you leak any information regarding Arether Corporation’s android project, this document holds full legal power, and the company reserves the right to pursue severe legal repercussions against you." Her expressionless face gave the statement an underlying tone of a threat. Leo nodded, his hand shaking as he scrawled his name across the screen. Confirming the signature, the agent retrieved the tablet, knelt down, and lifted the naked, ruined android with effortless grace, placing her into a large black suitcase. Zipping it shut, she began walking toward the exit, her heels clicking rhythmically against the floor. Just as she reached the door, Leo called out, "When will she be back?"
"She will return to her duties on Monday morning. Everything will proceed as normal." With that, she stepped out, and the door clicked shut behind her. Leo sat alone on the cot, watching the last rays of twilight fade into darkness. His breathing slowed, his pulse finally settling. He looked down at the bruises on his skin, then at the empty room. She would return on Monday, and everything would be exactly the same.
Stepping off the bed on shaky legs, Leo walked to the window. Outside, the campus was painted in a deep, dusky orange. The running track, the shrubs, the distant dorms lighting up one by one—everything was profoundly quiet. He suddenly pictured her gentle smile, her calm eyes when he touched her, and her glitched, final words. He stood by the glass for a long time, and when darkness fully swallowed the sky, he turned and left the clinic.
On Monday, Leo’s pace was notably slower as he entered the building. Passing the health clinic, he hesitated. Through the half-open door, he saw the familiar white lab coat. Her deep brown hair was tied in a low ponytail, her head bowed as she reviewed a file. Leo stood outside for a long moment before pushing the door open.
The nurse looked up, her features flawlessly delicate, her lips curved into that warm, signature smile. "Good morning, Leo. Are you feeling unwell today?" Leo forced a small smile of his own. "No. I was just passing by and wanted to say hello, Professor... How are you feeling?" "I am doing very well, thank you for asking." After exchanging pleasantries, Leo watched her return to her paperwork, her movements so natural it felt as though the weekend had been nothing but a dream. Turning around, Leo stepped back out and gently closed the door. His phone vibrated briefly in his pocket, a quiet reminder that his lecture was about to start. He turned and began walking toward the lecture hall.