Branch 2 – Semen Extraction Ward Protocol (Sakusei Byoutou – Cruel Nurse Management)

Branch 2 – Semen Extraction Ward Protocol

(Sakusei Byoutou – Cruel Nurse Management)

They do not unlock the restraints. Instead the Ward Nurse wheels over a small medical cart and begins the “maintenance phase.”

“In the Extraction Ward we do not allow patients to recover fully,” she says, voice cool and precise. “A locked cock still needs stimulation to keep the prostate active and the precum flowing. You will remain on the table for the next two hours while I administer controlled edging. Shizuka will smother you whenever your breathing becomes too steady. Shiori will collect every drop that leaks from the cage.”

She coats two fingers in fresh oil and presses them inside you again, finding the prostate with unerring accuracy. At the same time her other hand rests lightly on the cage, applying just enough pressure and vibration through the plastic to keep you on the edge without ever allowing a full climax.

Shizuka settles her massive breasts back over your face.

“Shhh, baby. Onee-san knows it hurts. That’s why the Ward Nurse is so good at her job. She keeps you aching and full of precum so that when we finally milk you again tonight, there will be so much more for us.”

You try to speak. The soft flesh muffles everything into a desperate, needy sound.

The Ward Nurse’s voice remains clinical. “Patient is attempting verbal protest. Increase prostate pressure by twenty percent. Shiori, prepare the first collection cup.”

Shiori holds a small glass vial beneath the tip of the cage. Within minutes a steady bead of clear precum begins to form and drip. She catches every drop with patient, gentle hands.

“Shiori has collected three milliliters already,” she reports softly. “Master is producing well today.”

The Ward Nurse smiles for the first time—thin and satisfied. “Good. Continue. I want at least thirty milliliters before lunch. If he tries to hold back, we add the vibrating ring under the cage.”

The next two hours blur into a haze of constant, low-level prostate stimulation, the warm weight of Shizuka’s breasts, and the soft sound of precum dripping into glass. Every time you approach the edge the Ward Nurse eases off just enough to keep you denied. Every time you start to soften she increases the pressure until the ache returns. Shiori never leaves your side, whispering soft praise while she collects every leak.

By the time the Ward Nurse finally withdraws her fingers, the small vial is more than half full of thick, clear fluid.

“Thirty-four milliliters,” she announces. “Acceptable for morning. Cage remains locked. Patient may be moved to the dining area for feeding and further teasing.”

Shizuka kisses your forehead through the soft valley of her breasts.

“Onee-san’s good boy did so well. Now come and sit on Mommy’s lap while Shiori prepares your lunch. You’re going to stay locked and leaking right through the meal.”