Ami thought she was getting used to it.
The sticky panties. The cum-stained uniforms. The deep soreness between her legs that only came from raw, spine-bending old man dick.
But today felt… different.
And the reason?
Director Riku Hayama.
Young. Tall. Slick. Fresh out of med school with a white coat and perfect jawline, every nurse had already labeled him a walking otome game character.
The girls giggled behind clipboards every time he passed by.
But today, he stopped Ami in the hallway.
"You're Nurse Tachibana, right?" he asked, smile blinding.
She blinked. "Y-Yes, Director!"
"I've seen your work. You're doing great. Honestly, I'm surprised you're not a model instead of a nurse."
Her face flushed pink. "T-Thank you, sir…"
"Call me Riku," he winked.
She laughed nervously, brushing hair behind her ear—then froze.
A shadow fell across them.
She turned.
Kenzo.
Standing there. Arms crossed. Smiling like a demon just waiting to snap.
"Don't let me interrupt," he said, voice low and casual.
"Kenzo—" she started.
But his eyes were locked on her like she was a misbehaving pet.
"I need my afternoon assistance, Nurse-chan."
"O-Oh—right, but I was just—"
"Now."
The director raised a brow. "Everything alright?"
Ami smiled awkwardly. "Yes! I—I'll check on you later, Director Riku!"
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Two minutes later.
Ami was shoved into a supply closet.
The lights flicked on. Kenzo slammed the door shut behind him.
"What the fuck was that?" he growled.
"What—what do you mean?"
"You giggling like a schoolgirl for some baby-faced virgin with a degree and a weak-ass jawline?"
"Kenzo, you're being ridiculous—"
He yanked her by the waist, spinning her to face the slatted closet door. Through the gaps, she could see the hallway — and the director still standing at the nurse station, chatting with a receptionist.
"Since you want his attention so bad," Kenzo whispered, "you can look at him while choking on my dick."
Her eyes widened. "What—?! We're in a closet!! We can't—!!"
His cock was already out. Hard. Angry. Slapping against her thigh.
Her pussy clenched instantly.
"You belong to me," he snarled. "Say it."
"N-No I don't—!"
SMACK!
He slapped her ass.
"Say it, slut."
"I-I belong to—nnngh—Kenzo…"
"Louder."
"I belong to you!!"
"Now open that cumdump mouth and earn your fuckin' title."
She dropped to her knees.
No hesitation.
Her lips wrapped around that thick old cock like it was her morning coffee.
"Gllllk—!!"
He shoved deeper.
She gagged. Spit exploded from the corners of her lips.
"Yeahhh. That's it. Look at your little crush while you get fucked down the throat by the grandpa you actually belong to."
Her teary eyes locked on the director through the slats — calm, smiling, professional.
Meanwhile, her face was being fucked raw by a cock older than her dad.
Glck! Glck! Glck!
Kenzo held her head. Used her mouth like a sleeve.
"You're not a nurse. You're a throatfucking therapy unit."
She moaned around his shaft, choking, drooling.
"Let him hear you slurp, bitch."
SLURP! GLCK! MRRRGH!!
She gagged, tears streaming, drool flooding her chin.
Her pussy was dripping.
He yanked her hair.
"Wanna be his sweet little nurse? Or my cocksleeve slut?"
She pulled off his cock, coughing, eyes dazed.
"Y-Yours… I'm yours…"
"Then take the load like a good cumdump."
He grabbed her head, shoved deep—
And unleashed hell.
SPURRT!! SPURT!! SPUURRRTT!!
Hot old man cum blasted straight down her throat.
She choked. She swallowed. She gagged again—and begged for more.
When he pulled out, her face was ruined. Mascara smeared. Drool and semen dripping.
He slapped his cock across her cheek.
"That's what you get for smiling at another man."
She collapsed onto the floor, breathing heavy, hands still between her legs.
"I didn't smile for him," she whispered.
He looked down.
"I was just thinking about how good your dick feels when it hits my tonsils."
Kenzo grinned.
"You're learning."