Akane's figured out how to improve her mood

You awake, groggy, in an infirmary bed. Your hypnotherapy often involves getting into unusual situations for the sake of the patients in your charge, but this is definitely a new one: not only were you made naked in front of a large part of the student body, but you were nearly killed in an underwater wrestling match with your patient. You couldn't make up these kinds of procedures if you tried.

The good news is that it all seemed to be worth it. In the end, Akari had seemed more than just content: she looked as though finding a willing partner for her bizarre, naked aquatic wrestling match had given her something she'd been looking for. If it meant putting your life on the line, you were happy to do it to help her achieve those results.

Although... you would have to work out how to maintain the longevity of this treatment. A few more sessions like that and you'd be dead for sure. Perhaps some adjustment could be made?

At least you'd have plenty of time to think about it. It seemed like it must be the afternoon by now, judging by the position of the sun outside the window. You'll likely be bedridden for the rest of the day.

As your attention is focused there, you hear your infirmary bed creak. Someone's taken a seat there. Once again, an overpowering musk overtakes your senses... It's not Akane. This is her coach, Nekomaru.

"Hey. I heard you nearly died out there. You need more training yourself, buddy," he greets you, crossing his arms across his massive chest with a disapproving expression. "Was that part of your hypnotherapy?"

You slowly nod. It hurts just to move your body.

"... I've never seen anything like that in my whole life. It's like she's a new person," he grumbles, placing one huge hand on his chin and rubbing it slowly with a thoughtful frown. "It pains me to admit it, but that crazy-ass method of yours may have done the trick. After the pool incident, she went to detention, of course... but they say she was like a model student in there. Well... except for the part where she refuses to put her clothes back on. That's proving to be a real pain for everybody. It's gonna be complicated, that's for sure. Couldn't you have done something a little more normal?"

You shake your head, wearing a warm smile. "You know Akane is no ordinary girl, Nekomaru," you tell him, to which he nods in agreement. "Ordinary treatment isn't going to work."

"HAHAHAHA! You know what? You might be right! Well, as long as she's happy, I'm happy."

"I can't make her do anything she doesn't want to do," you reassure Akane's friend. "You can rest easy. Whatever happens now, she'll be living the way she wants to."

"And pity the fool who stands in her way!" Nekomaru chuckles. "I think you've made a real mess of things, kid. This is all gonna go to shit fast."

"I'll manage it," you respond, quickly. "We can tweak the treatment, of course. Consider this a baseline."

"Well, it's clear I'm not equipped to fix it. So it's on you, huh?" Nekomaru finishes, rising back to his feet. "You better rest up. Once you're feeling up to it, go take a piss and a shit. That's what a man's gotta do to keep at the top of his game..." He stops at the door, turning slightly to look over his shoulder at you. "She hasn't been able to stop talking about you all day, you know? You might be in trouble."

You gulp, watching the Ultimate Team Manager leave. He's so tall he has to duck to get under the doorway.

It's all worth it... Even if things are... just a tad dangerous, it'll all be worth it in the end.

"Phew, he's gone! I thought Old Man Nidai wasn't ever gonna leave!" a voice announces from the bed next to yours, accompanied by the sharp sound of a curtain being drawn back with massive enthusiasm. You turn your head slowly, setting your wide eyes upon the nude form of Akane Owari; she's grinning from ear to ear while sitting atop her legs on the other bed. You see a discarded sick-gown on the floor next to her station. "Hehehe! It really is a lot better, being like this all the time! I think I realized that after I left your therapy sesh, Doc!"

Her mood has clearly vastly improved, so you count it as a victory. After all, what harm is her nakedness doing to anybody? Nothing, you say! A small price to pay for her mental health and well-being.

As your eyes travel over her body, remembering the feeling of her feminine parts from the sparring session earlier, you try to urge your growing erection down. This isn't about that! This is about the well-being of your patient.

Akane's eyes move to the slightly elevated spot, peaking out against your blanket. A big smile comes onto her face as she snatches the blanket up and off of you, throwing it onto the floor where her gown is sitting. Your erection is now painfully obvious. "You know, I thought I hated dicks after seein' all those bastards that my mom brought home, Doc. But after our little tussle this morning, I'm thinkin' it back over... They aren't so bad! After all, when you really started gettin' into our fight, that little guy stood up and got bigger, didn't he? That just helped me see how excited you were about it! You were really enjoying the battle just as much as I was, weren't you?" she asks, while climbing onto the bed and straddling your body on all fours. Her grin of anticipation settles above your face as her boobs hang down, pressing against the chest of your sick-gown.

You nod. "That's right. I was excited. I was just as excited for the fight as you were."

Akane grins wider, then shifts so that she's lying beside you, wrapping one hand around your cock. She begins to stroke it slowly, up and down, as she keeps talking. "So this thing is like your fighting spirit, huh? The bigger and harder it gets, the more excited you are?" she questions you, speaking closely into your ear with a lower volume than normal.

Your enthusiasm is all part of the treatment, of course. You have to show her that you're just as excited! No other thought motivates you as you nod your head eagerly, enjoying the feeling of her surprisingly soft, womanly hand going up and down your shaft.

"Do you get turned on when we fight? That's it, right?"

You gulp nervously. If she tries to wrestle you again and wraps you in those thighs, with nobody to save you, you're probably a goner this time. Do you say yes to keep the treatment going? Or do you find a way out of it, for the sake of preserving your own life? After all-- it'll be pretty hard to keep confirming the results of your treatment if you're dead.

"It's not just when you fight, huh? When I do stuff like this-- the stuff my mom's boyfriends used to ask me to do-- you get hard as a rock. Well... if it's with a guy like you, I don't mind. A guy with a fighting spirit, I mean," she murmurs, watching your cock twitch as she continues the slow process of jacking you off. It doesn't have to be slow. You could easily cum right now, but you're keeping it held in to see where this goes. "I didn't pay you anything for that therapy earlier. That doesn't sit right with me-- you made me feel so good for free. I could make you feel good... and in return, you keep being my sparring partner."

"Therapist. I'll be your therapist," you remind her.

"Therapist? Doesn't this make you more like my sex friend?" she asks cheekily, raising an eyebrow as she pokes the head of your penis with one finger a few times, then inspects the pre-cum. "This thing is kinda like a sign you're challengin' me, ain't it? If you can nearly get killed and still have a boner around me, I'd say that means you're tryin' to challenge me."

You keep your body still, unsure of whether you want to say yes or no to that.

"Challenge accepted! I'll make it surrender, then," she laughs with a grin, now switching with the speed and poise of a gymnast from laying down beside you to a squatting pose on top of you, with one leg to either side and her pussy poised just above the head of your dick. She bites her lip as she begins to circle the entrance against your cock's tip. "I've never done this before but... how hard can it be? Heh heh... Don't tap out too quickly, alright? I'm gonna wrestle you down this way..."

You aren't sure if your body is fully up to this but... if it's for her treatment and her happiness... you'll do it!

As it turns out, there's very little doing on your part. Your body is still so achy you can't move a muscle. That doesn't actually matter: Akane is doing all the work, humping her hips up and down against your groin after sliding your shaft all the way inside of her. "Ooooh! I feel like I've been missing out on some training! It's a whole new muscle I've never worked!" she announces ridiculously, seeming happy about the new stimulation. "It's like you and I are battling on the inside! But I'm gonna win!"

You hope and pray that doesn't mean she plans to crush you. If she does mean it that way... at least you'll go out a way that a lot of people would kill for. Akane may not have experience with this sort of thing, but she's clearly watched it happen plenty of times, because she's taken to the process like a fish to water. It's all you can do not to ejaculate right away! Her tits bounce up and down enticingly with each powerful motion as she bucks her meaty hips up and down against your comparatively ordinary groin, causing the bed to rock and creak noisily. There's no moisture from the pool this time, but you two are still staining the sheets badly through a combination of her leaking pussy and the sweat dripping from each body.

"Yeah! You're doin' good, Doc! That's really good!" she applauds you, leaning down to push her tits against your chest, so closely that her face nearly touches. She hesitates for just a moment, then tentatively reaches for your lips with her own. You wait for just a moment before lifting your head slightly to return the advance; your tongues intertwine in a sloppy, unpracticed french kiss, while she stares cross-eyed downward, absorbing your expression. Romance and excitement of this sort are both new to her and she's savoring each new experience, like a fighter downloading each move of her opponent. "Your stamina's better at this than it was in the pool, heh! This is the type of fight you like? You like this?" she asks, placing one hand back on her hip as if she's assisting her low body in its rapid pace, slapping up and down against your pelvis.

You can tell you're going to be aching later, but for now, this is easily the most intense sex of your life. You can't hold it any longer. You warn Akane that you're going to cum. You need to pull out-

"Yeah?! You're not gonna beat me with that! Do it, if you have the balls! Do it!"

You can't pull out! To your surprise, Akane just pushes down harder. This is more than you can take-- you groan as you feel yourself ejaculating straight inside of her. She lets out a shudder of pleasure at the unfamiliar sensation, then leans back, pressing both hands to the bed behind her and clenching her fingers tightly into the sheets.

"That's a freakin' nasty weapon you've got there! I-It feels... kinda good..." she laughs, staring up at the ceiling with a dazed expression as she fights to get her senses back. "Holy crap... This way of fighting is actually... kinda awesome."

It is kind of awesome. It's great to see her feeling so much better-- her mood is so vastly improved from the standoffish, impatient Akane you saw in your office a day ago. You're happy for her.

But... whether it's pool wrestling or this type of sex...

You'll only be able to stand so much of it before you die. You can't move a single inch of your body now. As she dismounts you and your cock slowly goes limp, you feel every bit as lifeless as that appendage. You collapse back into a deep sleep.

"Come oooon, Doc! Let's have another session! Let's wrestle, right now!"

It's been two days since the Ultimate Nurse gave you and Akane a special restriction: no physical contact of any kind for the next three days. If either one of you violated that agreement, you'd be expelled. Apparently, all of this "therapy" was a risk to your health. Ever since then, Akane had followed you around like a puppy, begging for your attention. You were as attentive to her as you could be, but you couldn't risk violating the rules put on you.

"Look, I-I'm beggin' ya! I can't get Old Man Nidai to fight me the same way you and I fought! You're the only one-- it's gotta be you! You're basically healed up now, right? I'll even go easy on you!" she pleads, pressing her hands together and walking faster so that she'll stay in front of you going through the hallway.

You've spent the time thinking of how you might modify the therapy sessions so that Akane can still be her happiest self without risking literally killing you in the process. So far you haven't come up with anything... and you're running out of time. You even put her back under hypnosis, but her answers all followed one line now: she was obsessed with sex. With you, specifically.

Maybe instead of thinking of this as time to think, you ought to instead think of it as time to heal and store up strength for the challenge ahead?

Because as soon as those bandages are off...

Akane's eyes lower back down to the lap of your pants with a hungry look, as a wide smile spreads across her face. A bit of drool escapes her mouth, like in your earlier hypnosis session. "Let's go behind the stairs there... We'll have a quick sparring match! It'll be fine. It's like, what, 12 hours before you can take the bandages off? It'll be okay, c'mon... I'm sopping wet already... I'll go so easy on you, it'll be like nothing! You'll barely even feel it!"

You highly doubted that. Akane wasn't capable of holding back.

But, in the interest of your patient... neither were you!

The two of you make the turn and disappear behind the stairs, where you are just barely hidden, the noises of your "sparring" or "therapy," whichever you'd rather call it, echoing through the entire stairwell for anybody to hear, as you ignore the nurse's advice for another blissful afternoon.