No, her nurse training kicks in

Before Mikan could spit it out, her eyes landed on Hiyoko. With a patient in her sights, Mikan’s nurse training took over, and she rushed to her side. “What happened?” she asked, her voice taking on a more confident tone.

“I’m not sure. When I got to her, she was just lying on the floor,” Chiaki said anxiously. “Did you see the picture in the group chat?”

“No,” Mikan said absently, examining Hiyoko’s head. There was already a bump forming on the back, which probably explained why she was ****. Still, she should check for other injuries. She reached for the edge of the blanket

“Um,” Chiaki began, but it was too late. Mikan had already pulled it off of Hiyoko, exposing her naked body once again. Mikan let out a shriek, jumping back, before staring wildly at Chiaki.

“Yeah,” Chiaki said, a little embarrassed. “I don’t know where her clothes are.”

Mikan’s eyes darted from Hiyoko to the still-nude Chiaki, who seemed totally unconcerned about her undressed status. “W-what were you two doing together?” she asked in a quavering voice. Could the two girls have been…hooking up?!

“...Nothing?” Chiaki said, confused. “I was just the closest one in our class to her. Someone took a picture of her like this and sent it to our class’ group chat.”

“Oh,” Mikan said, biting her lip. “Um, something like that happened to me once.”

“Oh? Who did it?” Chiaki asked eagerly. A possible suspect?

“Um. It was Hiyoko,” Mikan admitted. “She stole my clothes while I was taking a shower. And then she-she took a video of me looking for them. And posted it online.” Mikan sniffed, tearing up. “It got a lot of views.”

Chiaki winced slightly. That…definitely sounded like something Hiyoko would do. “Well, I’m pretty sure it’s not her this time,” she said, crossing her arms under her chest and unconsciously pressing her boobs together. Mikan couldn’t stop herself from staring. “Do you think someone attacked her?”

Mikan continued to stare, her attention solely focused on Chiaki’s breasts. They were so pale and big! Not quite as big as her own, but still very impressive! Should she offer to examine Chiaki for injuries as well? She could knead those lovely, soft-looking breasts to look for lumps. It would be the responsible thing to do, really.

“Mikan,” Chiaki repeated a little louder. Mikan started, jostled from her strange thoughts. “Do you think someone attacked Hiyoko?”

“Ah. N-no, I don’t think anything like that happened,” Mikan said quickly, returning her attention to Hiyoko. “Th-this injury is consistent with a fall. She should be alright; it-it doesn’t look very serious.”

Chiaki sighed in relief. “That’s good. But if she wasn’t attacked, where are her clothes?”

“M-maybe she was already naked when she fell?”

Chiaki frowned. “Why would anyone be wandering the halls nude?”

Mikan glanced back at Chiaki, her eyes this time zeroing in on the girl’s carefully-shaved pussy. “M-maybe she’s an exhibitionist?”

“I…guess that’s possible,” Chiaki said doubtfully. She grabbed her phone again, pulling open the picture. She didn’t recognize the number it was sent from, so it probably wasn’t one of her classmates who took it. But who else would be in the group chat?

While Chiaki was busy thinking, Mikan was still staring at the gamer girl’s body. Why was Chiaki naked? She hadn’t said anything about it, even though she was so concerned about Hiyoko’s nudity. Was Chiaki an exhibitionist? Could…could she have been the one to take Hiyoko’s clothes?

The idea didn’t seem to make much sense. But then again, it was always difficult to tell what Chiaki was thinking. Would…would she be mad at her for being the only one dressed? Mikan didn’t like it when people were mad at her. “Um…should I take off my clothes?” she asked hesitantly.

Deep in thought, Chiaki barely heard her. If Mikan was right, and Hiyoko hadn’t been attacked, then whoever had taken the photo had probably just stumbled upon her by accident. It wasn’t premeditated. Which meant that, assuming Hiyoko hadn’t been walking around naked, they either took the clothes with them or stashed them nearby. “I’m going to check out the area again,” Chiaki announced. Hopefully, she’d be able to find Hiyoko’s clothes. “Make sure she doesn't leave until I get back, okay?”

“Um…okay!” Mikan said with a timid nod. Chiaki nodded back, before turning to present her wide, pale ass as she went out the door. Mikan let out a tiny squeak at the sight, which thankfully went unnoticed. She hadn’t gotten an answer to her question. What if, when Chiaki came back, she was angry to find Mikan still wearing clothes?

She couldn’t risk it. Mikan swiftly got undressed, throwing her clothes into a pile rather than folding them. She was in such a rush that her old bra ended up snapping as she tried to get it off, letting her sizable breasts bounce free. She looked at it in dismay for a moment, before tossing it with the rest. It was only when she had gotten down to just her panties that Hiyoko began to stir.

She froze, her attention returning to Hiyoko. Assuming she woke up before Chiaki returned, how on earth was she going to keep her here? Despite the difference in size between the two, Hiyoko bossed her around on a daily basis. There was no way Mikan would be able to stop her!

No, she couldn’t think like that. She had to remember: Hiyoko was currently her patient. And patients had to listen to her. A rare smile crossed Mikan’s face. Yes, that was right. She was in charge, not Hiyoko! She was the Ultimate Nurse, after all. She knew what was best for her.

Still smiling, she stepped toward the girl, who had yet to open her eyes. She still had her panties on, but her breasts swayed freely as she walked, her nipples hard from the chilly office air. “Don’t worry,” she said sweetly, pulling the bed’s straps over Hiyoko’s arms and legs. “I’ll take good care of you.”