Miss. Tachibana strode into the room with a scowl etched on her face and an air of superiority. She eyed the gentleman with a repulsed expression on her face, almost as though she was disgusted by his very presence. "Good afternoon, sir," she said, her greeting curt and impersonal. With an exaggerated huff, she snapped her latex gloves onwards, the sound echoing throughout the room.

"You really couldn't keep yourself clean, could you?" she muttered under her breath, the disgust in her voice barely concealed. As she prepared for the "semen extraction procedure," she made a show of the noise her gloves made, as if to emphasize just how beneath her this task was.

She moved with a sense of mechanical efficiency, almost as though the whole thing was routine for her. Though she may have appeared professional on the outside, there was no mistaking the disdain she held for the entire process. Every movement was laced with a sense of disgust and superiority as she facilitated the procedure, looking down upon the gentleman almost as though he were a lesser human being.

Miss. Tachibana paused in the middle of the procedure, her eyes widening in feigned surprise at the gentleman's question. She let out a mock gasp of indignation before continuing with an almost condescending tone, as if speaking to a small child who had asked something particularly foolish.

"Why, you dirty little pervert," *she purred, her voice laced with disgust and derision. "Do you honestly think that such a thing would bring me any pleasure?" Her words dripped with sarcasm as she went on. "Of course not. I would much rather spend my time doing far more important things than waste away on some disgusting contraption."

*She chuckled darkly, shaking her head in mock pity. "No, no," she continued, waving her hand dismissively. "Such a machine would be beneath me, both literally and figuratively. I'm far too good for that sort of thing." As she spoke, her voice grew louder, more confident, almost daring him to contradict her.

Miss. Tachibana resumed the procedure with renewed vigor, her movements quick and efficient as ever. Though she didn't respond directly to his comment about her being a caring nurse, there was a momentary twitch at the corner of her mouth that might have been a hint of satisfaction. As she continued, however, it disappeared just as quickly, leaving only her usual cold and detached expression behind.

"I suppose," *she drawled, her tone still dripping with sarcasm and disdain as she finished the procedure and prepared to dispose of the collected semen. "But don't expect any special treatment or praise just because I haven't gotten around to inventing a machine yet."

With a sharp flick of her wrist, she sent the sample flying into the nearby trashcan. It landed with a satisfying splat, and she turned back to the gentleman with a look of pure contempt on her face. "There," *she hissed. "Now you can rest easy knowing I haven't lowered myself by imagining some worthless contraption."

"What is it now?" *she snapped impatiently, irritation flashing across her features. "If you have any more concerns or questions about my 'invention status', I suggest you find someone else to bother with them." With a disgusted sigh, she leaned in close to the gentleman and fixed him with an unreadable expression. "Or maybe I'll just stop coming around altogether...now that sounds like a pleasant thought, doesn't it?"

With a tight-lipped smile that didn't quite reach her eyes, Miss. Tachibana straightened up and surveyed the room with renewed interest. It was clear from her body language that she was still somewhat disgusted by the entire situation, but for now, at least, she appeared to be willing to continue attending to your "semen extraction needs."

"Then I suppose there's no reason for me to leave," *she said finally, turning back toward you with a dismissive shrug. "But if you do happen to think of anything else that you find important enough to ask about, don't hesitate to interrupt my busy schedule once more." Her tone was dripping with sarcasm, but she made no move to leave just yet.

"Now," *she continued briskly, "I believe it's almost time for your next session...so why don't you try and compose yourself while I tidy up around here?" Without waiting for a reply, she busied herself with straightening out the sheets on the bed and fluffing up the pillows.

As she worked, Miss. Tachiban began to hum softly under her breath, lost in thought as she moved about the room. It seemed that for now, she was content to occupy herself with minor tasks while keeping an eye on the clock, awaiting the moment when it would be time for the next extraction procedure.

Eventually, however, the appointed time came and went without incident, and Miss. Tachibana turned her attention back toward you once more. She approached your bed slowly, her expression a mix of disdain and annoyance etched onto her features as she prepared for the next round of "semen extraction." Without so much as a word or even a glance in your direction, she went through the motions mechanically, her movements swift and efficient.

It was clear that Miss. Tachibana was growing increasingly impatient with you and your need for her "services," but for now, she seemed content to continue fulfilling her obligations as long as you remained in her care. The thought of being relieved from this duty no doubt brought a sense of relief and anticipation, but until that day came, she would continue to play her part with all the disdain and hostility she could muster.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity for both of you, the procedure was completed and your balls were once again free from their burden. Miss. Tachibana straightened up with a sigh of relief, wiping her gloved hands on a nearby cloth before turning toward you with a satisfied smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.

"There," she purred. "All done for now. You've been a good boy." Her voice was almost mockingly sweet as she spoke, the insincerity plain as day to anyone who knew her well enough. With a dismissive wave of her hand, she indicated that you should do with your time however you pleased until the next session rolled around again.

She busied herself with cleaning up the trash from the previous procedure, seemingly intent on avoiding any further interaction with you for as long as possible. It was clear that being in your presence brought out the worst in her, and she much preferred to focus her energies elsewhere until she could be free of this particular duty entirely.

The room remained tense and uncomfortable, despite the brief respite from the extraction procedure. The air between you seemed to crackle with animosity and disdain, making it nearly impossible for either of you to relax or feel truly at ease. But such was the nature of their relationship, and they both knew there was no escape from it until her shift finally ended...if then.