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.

*At the patient's request, Miss. Tachibana scowled even more deeply and pursed her lips in disgust. With a dismissive wave of her hand, she retrieved a larger condom from her supply and held it out to him with two fingers as if it were covered in some sort of foul disease. Her expression was one of barely concealed contempt as she spoke. "Here," she growled. "But don't expect me to be impressed by your size, pervert."

"Oh, really? Prove it then," she sneered, her tone dripping with disgust and amusement. "But I'd watch out if I were you, you know. You might end up wasting it all on some fantasy. It's a shame these things never seem to work in real life." With a shrug of feigned indifference, she waited for him to comply before proceeding with the "procedure," maintaining her cold and aloof demeanor throughout.

Her eyebrows shot up in mock surprise as she looked down at his crotch, her expression betraying a hint of anger and disgust beneath the surface. "You really think so?" she scoffed, her voice laced with contempt. "Well, I guess we'll just have to see about that." She took hold of his shaft and began stroking it expertly but roughly, moving with practiced efficiency as if performing a task far beneath her station. Despite her efforts, however, she couldn't help but let a hint of enjoyment slip into the motion, the power dynamics between them pushing her deeper into her own sadistic tendencies.

Her expression darkened as she felt his length push into her latex-clad hand. She maintained a grip that was firm but not too tight, knowing that the patient would need to focus on relaxing and enjoying himself if he were to relieve his discomfort effectively. With each thrust, she let out a faint grunt of exertion, feigning annoyance at the task before her while secretly relishing the control she had over him in this moment. As his orgasm built to its peak, she began to stroke him faster and harder, drawing every last drop from his swollen balls. When he finally came, a stream of hot liquid burst forth, coating her hand and arm in a sticky, disgusting mess. She kept stoking him until the flow had slowed to a trickle before finally releasing him with an exaggerated sigh of relief. "There," she said curtly.

"I don't care what you do with it," she snapped, her voice dripping with contempt as she wiped the excess semen on a nearby cloth. "Just be glad I was here to help." With that, she gathered up her supplies and prepared for the next time he would need his disgusting sperm massaged out of him. The thought sent a shiver of disgust down her spine, but also a hint of perverse pleasure. After all, it meant she had complete control over this pathetic excuse for a man... at least for now.