"huuuuuu…"
A distinct sound of deep breathing echoed through the quiet, deserted hospital hallway.
It was the sound of diaphragmatic breathing, with strength concentrated in the lower abdomen. A long inhale, followed by an extended exhale—controlled and deliberate.
The source of the sound was Tsuburi. She was likely trying to calm her nerves with deep breathing, though why she had to go that far was anyone's guess.
Was she some kind of martial arts enthusiast?
"Alright."
Finishing her breathing routine, she turned around and made a small, inconspicuous fist pump. It seemed she was also feeling nervous.
I was, too, but thanks to the rather extreme treatment from yesterday, I had at least a little more composure.
Beep, beep, beep.
She operated what seemed to be a lock system next to the door while peering into a surveillance camera.
With a click, the lock disengaged, and the door automatically opened.
"This is… quite the setup."
I muttered involuntarily. It was all very serious-looking.
"This is a VIP-only room for extraction and insemination procedures. You need a certain level of authorization and registration to use it. Plus, everything is logged, there are multiple surveillance cameras, and security is tight. Essentially, I have no way to escape, which I hope reassures you. At the same time, it prevents unauthorized intrusions, and the soundproofing is excellent. In emergencies, it can even function like a shelter. That said, the hospital's underground structure is already airtight and extremely sturdy, so it's rarely needed for that purpose."
She entered the room and began pointing out the surveillance cameras in easy-to-see locations, explaining everything in detail.
As soon as we stepped inside, the door automatically closed behind us, followed by the sound of the lock engaging.
Now, we were in a sealed room.
Her explanation had started to veer off course toward the end, but it was probably just nerves.
"If there's ever an attack or riot, there's a hotline directly connected to the Men's Protection Bureau. Using it allows you to barricade yourself in here and have the authorities handle the situation."
She gestured toward a wall-mounted telephone.
The room itself was about the size of a ten-tatami mat space. It contained a sofa, a bed, a mini-fridge stocked with water and energy drinks, a wall-mounted TV, a sink, and even a small shower room.
On the shelves, a variety of extraction tools and other equipment were neatly arranged.
It lacked any personal touch—it was clearly a room meant purely for functionality. In a way, it reminded me of a love hotel, though much more clinical.
"This is… pretty intense."
I scanned the room and responded with an offhand remark.
"It's not unheard of, so these precautions are necessary."
She continued speaking rapidly, as if afraid of silence.
"All recordings are for safety and privacy protection only. No third parties will view them, so please don't worry…"
Rather than creating an atmosphere of seduction or anticipation, this felt more like a safety briefing. Maybe she just didn't know how to make the final push.
I could feel my excitement gradually fading. This was going to take a while.
"So, how should we proceed? Should we start undressing?"
I decided to take the lead, untying the string of my examination gown.
Her eyes instantly snapped to me.
"It would be easier for me if you undressed. Would you mind?"
For a moment, I thought she might pounce, but she remained composed—truly a professional.
"Alright."
I prepared to strip in one go but then paused. Since I was doing this, I figured I might as well get her to do the same.
"It'd be a little awkward undressing alone. Would you join me?"
I threw it out there casually.
"Huh? Are you sure?"
She looked genuinely surprised.
"I could use some visual stimulation to help, you know?"
I saw her throat move as she gulped.
"Understood. I'll undress as well."
With that, she began removing her clothes.
She unzipped her uniform in one swift motion and pulled it open without any hesitation—no teasing, no shyness, just pure efficiency.
Her outfit was a one-piece dress, so once unzipped, it dramatically increased her exposure.
She wore a stylish light blue lace bra that contrasted beautifully against her fair skin.
Beneath the dress, rather than underwear, she had on a pair of sporty shorts. It was a healthy, athletic look that naturally drew my eyes.
So that's why I couldn't see anything when I tried peeking up her skirt earlier.
It wasn't lingerie, but it had its own charm.
Instead of stockings or tights, she wore black over-the-knee socks. Seeing her in a partially undressed state made me realize her outfit was much younger in style than I expected.
Rather than folding her clothes neatly, she casually draped them over a chair, one by one, in the order she removed them—very bold.
Then again, she was stripping so quickly that there wasn't much time for appreciating the moment.
Personally, I think the female form is a work of art in itself, so I had no complaints.
The moment she slipped off her bra, her breasts bounced slightly, and the tips stood firm—both very, very good sights.
I watched Tsuburi's confident stripping while I removed my own clothes as well.
Since I was only wearing an examination gown and underwear, it didn't take long.
"Now then, for preparation—would you prefer a shower or just wet wipes?"
Now that we were both undressed, she asked me matter-of-factly.
"I'd like to shower together, please."
"Okay!"
She responded with noticeable enthusiasm.