Check-Up at the Nurses

Nightingale was Chaldea's head nurse. A legendary French nurse who founded many of the principles used in modern day hospitals. Ritsuka was heading over to her office for a check-up. He assumed it would be similar to be ones he got from Dr. Roman. Blood check, heart rate, weight, height, etc.

Except it wasn't.

When he walked in, he saw the sexy nurse kneeling down, syringes in hand. Her red eyes immediately glanced towards him and her expression hardened.

"Master, you've arrived."

Ritsuka stood in the doorway, eyes wide. He looked her up and down, from her massive tits to her luscious thicc thighs. Liquid leaked from the ends of the syringes.

"N-Nightingale?" Ritsuka called, squaring his shoulders.

"Is something wrong?"

Instantly, he pitched a tent because holy shit! So much of her bare skin was exposed, from the side of her boobs, her thighs, and her curved waist emphasizing her fat ass. The black mini-skirt she wore revealed her tiny g-string. Her cunt was practically visible to him.

His cock throbbed in his pants. He could feel pre-cum oozing. He couldn't move, his jaw dropped and his mind geared to a stop.

Her massive mammaries wobbled as she rose to her feet and faced him. The green and purple material she called a topic covered nothing but her nipples. It was...it was--

His legs felt numb. A rush of blood went from his brain to his crotch. His eyes twisted as an unstable wave of pleasure overtook him. He keeled over, hands over his tight crotch, and controlled his breathing.

No way, no way...don't cum, don't cum...!

A mere glance at Nightingale's stunning flesh rendered him to this state: on the cusp of a premature ejaculation. Ritsuka squeezed his eyes shut, bent over, waiting and praying and imagining the most unsexy things in his core memories. ****, sickness, battle, anything to relieve him of this pleasure.

"Master, you are hurt!" Nightingale was in full nurse mode. She put one handful of syringes down on a table and rushed over to him. Not good, he thought.

"S-stop!" He threw a hand forward and stopped her, his willpower and role as a master actually getting her to obey. "Stop! I'm just, uh..." Cautiously, Ritsuka peered up at her. His cock lurched forward uncontrollably. Fuck, fuck, he thought. She was just too hot and sexy! Her tits, her curves, everything about her was too much for his human body.

The Master of Chaldea had never faced a challenge like this. From serial killers to demigods and demons, for the first time in his journey, he didn't think he would be able to leave with his dignity. He was going to cum in his pants in front of a hot, skimpy nurse--

"You injured your inguinal region. Perhaps a muscle was stretched, " Nightingale suggested, hovering over him. She didn't touch him, his orders seered into her voluptuously sexy figure but he could feel the heat. The presence of her dangling breasts. He shut his eyes again and begged his body to cool down.

"Clearly, you are in need of medical attention," Nightingale said, frowning. "I am afraid I must ignore your commands."

"No, wait!" Ritsuka grit his teeth and squirmed. His arms were still very much burying his groin and hiding his steely erection. "I'm just..."

About cum in my pants!

He couldn't say it. Her expression hardened and her eyes warped into stern defiance.

In a swift move, she injected one of the syringes she was holding into his arm. The prick of pain felt nothing as his vision immediately turned blurry. Ritsuka's arms went limp and he fell forward, the world going black.