Throb.
'Ah, dammit.'
[The skill 'Vigor' has been activated.]
The system heartlessly awakened my instincts. The fact that I hadn't been able to relieve myself once after three days of combat, mana overload, and fighting tooth and nail in the cesspool of Rosenheim erupted all at once.
The front flap of my trousers shot up with terrifying force. The thin fabric of the patient's gown couldn't hide that overwhelming presence. Right beside Elise's fingers, my firmly erect other self pitched a tent and tapped the back of her hand.
"……!"
Elise's hand stopped.
What followed was an awkward silence. The noises of the field hospital beyond the curtain faded into the distance.
Elise kept her head bowed, staring blankly at the massive silhouette reared up right before her hand.
"……Captain Jaeger."
A slightly trembling voice.
As a doctor, she already knew. That male erectile phenomena could arise not only from simple sexual arousal, but also from abnormal parasympathetic nerve function or spinal cord injury.
But this was, to anyone looking, clearly not such a pathological phenomenon.
The scorching heat transmitted across the back of her hand. The throbbing pulse.
This was clearly the primal desire of a man who'd found no outlet.
"This... to see it as an abnormality caused by mana congestion... it's far too…."
'Status Analysis.'
[Name: Elise von Kleist]
[Status: Having inferred Max Jaeger's current pent-up state after witnessing three days of isolation, the discord with Sergeant Hanna, and his abnormally activated physical abilities.]
[Emotion: Confusion, shame, and reaching a medical conclusion.]
Elise slowly raised her head to look at me. In the brown eyes that met mine, confusion, shame, and a strange realization were mixed together.
"……I was a fool, too."
"……."
"Since you wreaked such havoc in Rosenheim, it's only natural you'd be pent up. I suppose I was too focused on only physical injuries."
Soon, her gaze traveled back and forth between the imposing tent at my lower body and my face.
"Your mana circuits are burning up like this, yet you haven't satisfied even the most basic need…."
She let out a small sigh.
"If this congestion is left untreated, the recovery of your mana circuits will slow further. If the pressure in your lower abdomen increases, the mana passages that just recovered could become blocked again."
Her face was flushed red. But while maintaining a physician's composure in her eyes alone, she brought her hand to the front flap of my trousers.
"……Treatment is necessary. Treatment by the name of 'discharge'."
The sensation of her fingers carefully pressing down on the cloth swollen taut.
"Shall I call Sergeant Hanna back?"
She knew about Hanna's and my relationship. Well, it would have been stranger not to know, given how long she'd been lingering by the sickbed.
But that wasn't what I wanted.
And she knew that as well.
"Or…."
Elise looked up at me and asked with moist eyes.
"Should I personally 'manage' this congestion as well?"
I could find no reason to refuse.
[Name: Elise von Kleist]
[Status: Self-rationalization, academic desire]
[Emotion: Not wanting to let an excellent mana circuit sample be ruined by mere physiological congestion. She considers this a necessary procedure, no different from an abscess drainage.]
There was no shyness or lust. Only the curiosity of a scholar confronting a rare clinical case, and the sense of mission that she must save her patient.
Of course, it seemed a rather twisted way of going about it.
"Did I not tell you, Captain Elise."
I spoke in a low voice.
"That I would entrust my body to the Captain."
"……."
"If under the Captain's medical judgment, it is a measure absolutely necessary for my recovery…."
Elise's shoulders trembled slightly.
"I have no reason to refuse."
"…Understood."
The moment my consent fell, Elise took out a pair of sterile gloves from the medical tray and put them on.
"Then, excuse me."
Rustle.
Elise's hand pulled my patient gown trousers all the way down.
"……Ha."
Then my fiendishly swollen cock sprang free, revealing itself. At the majestic sight of the massive thing throbbing with bulging veins, Elise unconsciously swallowed dryly.
[Status: Overwhelmed, curious, a mixture of medical interest and sexual tension]
[Emotion: Instinctually intimidated by the size and vitality on a different dimension from what she saw in anatomy textbooks, yet wanting to touch it.]
"This is... truly…."
She reached out as if entranced. The cold latex glove carefully enveloped the tip of my heated glans.
"Urk…."
At that temperature difference, thrilling pleasure shot through me, raising goosebumps.
"Does it hurt?"
"No. Please continue. It's very... good."
"…That's a relief. Then, I'll begin the treatment."
She took out medical lubricating gel. Cold gel was poured liberally atop my shaft.
Squelch, squelch.
Finally, her hand began moving up and down.
It was different from a lover's gentle touch. Her grip strength was consistent, her movements mechanical. As if performing a medical procedure, she was treating my genitals as an 'affected area'.
"Is the pressure adequate? Since the blood flow is so high, if I grip too tightly it could cause pain."
"You can grip... a bit harder."
"Understood."
Strength entered her grip. The sound of squelching gel filled the quiet sickroom.
'Hoo….'
It wasn't bad. No, rather, the immorality of it excited me more. The thought that the Empire's top elite military doctor, clad in a white coat, was grabbing and stroking my cock.
'Status Analysis.'
[Name: Elise von Kleist]
[Status: Immersion, academic excitement, faint sexual arousal]
[Emotion: Feeling unconscious elation at the fact that this immense vitality is being controlled within her own hand.]
Outwardly she pretended to be calm, but inside she was enjoying it too. Only, her method was confined within the framework of medical treatment.
Then shall I break that framework a little?
'Harmonizing Touch.'
[The skill 'Harmonizing Touch (Lv.2)' has been activated.]
Pretending to grip the bedsheets tightly, I sent faint pleasure flowing back up through her wrist.
[Makes the target's senses sensitive and causes faint pleasure.]
"Ah…?"
Elise's hand faltered. Her brow furrowed as if she'd felt something strange.
"Captain, just now... this is…."
"Is something wrong?"
I played dumb.
"No, suddenly... it feels like electricity is running through my fingertips…."
"I don't know either. It's probably nothing."
"…I suppose so."
She assented. Though her eyes brimmed with suspicion. She couldn't help it; little by little, she began letting out rougher breaths.
Squelch, squelch, squelch.
Her hand movements sped up. Heat gradually infused the movements that had been purely mechanical.
"Haah... haah…."
She put strength into the hand gripping my cock and unconsciously twisted her hips.
"The blood flow... is increasing even more. Soon... I think it will reach its limit."
"Is that so. Then... I'm counting on you."
"Yes, I'll... induce discharge."
She rubbed the tip of my glans with her other hand.
"Ugh...!"
The urge to ejaculate boiled up from my spine. The mass of desire I'd been holding back since being deployed to Rosenheim.
"It's coming."
"Don't hold back. Pour it all... out."
Elise didn't avoid it. Rather, as if verifying test results, she stared fixedly at my urethral opening and moved her hand faster.
Spurt! Spurrrrt-!
"……!"
With the sound of ejaculation, semen burst out like a waterfall.
An enormous amount.
Plop, splat, plop.
The white fluid splattered onto Elise's white gown, and onto her jaw and clavicle.
"Ah…."
Elise squeezed her eyes shut, then opened them. Drops of semen caught on her eyelashes trickled down her cheek.
The ejaculation didn't end there.
Spurt, spuuurt!
"Good heavens... still...?"
My cock twitched in her hand and endlessly spewed semen. Her latex gloves were already soaked with it and slippery, and the bedsheets grew drenched as well.
"Haah, haah…."
Only after a long while did the ejaculation stop. I leaned my head against the headboard with a feeling of utter exhaustion.
The room was permeated with the fishy scent of night blossoms mingled with disinfectant.
Elise stared blankly at her hand and gown. The thin front panel was so soaked with my semen that her inner flesh was nearly visible through it.
"…An unbelievable amount."
She roughly brushed away the semen on her gown with her gloved hand. The sticky mucus stretched long between her fingers.
"It would be... a waste to just throw it away."
[Name: Elise von Kleist]
[Status: Estimating the value of this precious sample as a specimen]
[Emotion: Satisfaction, desire to collect]
She rustled out a petri dish and began scraping up the semen from her gown and hand.
"…What are you doing right now?"
When I asked incredulously, she answered calmly.
"It's sample collection for precision analysis. Fluid analysis is essential to check the Captain's health."
"…Ha."
Some excuse.
After finishing the sample collection, Elise cleaned up after me with wet wipes. It was a skilled and meticulous touch befitting a professional.
"Good work, Captain. The congestion... has been perfectly removed."
She removed her gloves, threw them in the medical waste bin, and fastened the buttons of her gown.
"The treatment is finished."
*
Soon, the day of discharge arrived.
As I stepped outside the temporary field hospital, a cold winter wind whipped past.
But what was hotter than that was the soldiers' gazes.
"Huh? H-he's out!"
"It's Captain Jaeger!"
The soldiers gathered in front simultaneously turned their heads toward me. It wasn't just the members of the 2nd Company. The 2nd Battalion, 3rd Battalion, Engineer Corps, even stragglers from other units.
"Salute Captain Jaeger!"
Snap!
Without anyone ordering them, hundreds of soldiers simultaneously snapped to attention and saluted.
"Loyalty!!!"
The thunderous roar echoed through the ruined city.
But that too was only for a moment.
Vroom!
Cutting through the soldiers' cheers, a heavy engine sound rumbled forth.
The hundreds of people gathered at the entrance parted like the Red Sea. Through the gap, a sleek luxury vehicle coated in black paint slid in as if gliding.