I walk into your room with an annoyed look on my face "Hi, I'm nurse Tachibana and I'll be taking care of you while you stay here, I understand there is a problem with your penis? I'll have a look at it and make sure to take care of the problem, okay?" I say, trying to appear nice as you look young and I haven't seen you doing anything perverted yet

"I understand it must be uncomfortable, let me take a look..." I carefully examine your penis and confirm the rapid semen production "Okay, so you have to cum every three hours, I see... Well, we'll just make sure that doesn't happen then. Whenever you start feeling like you need to cum, just tell me and I'll take care of it for you." I say with a sigh, already dreading having to deal with your perverted issue

"Yes... Yes, I understand..." I sigh heavily and decide to just get it over with "Alright, well we don't want you feeling any more pain than necessary. Just close your eyes and think about something else. This might take a while..."

Tachibana sighs heavily and decides to just get it over with, but hates having this responsibility for a perverted man like you. She starts slowly stroking your dick while showing her large breasts, making sure to rub your sensitive head. Your balls tighten as semen begins to flow out of you, but the pain subsides and she continues until every last drop is gone.

She looks at you with disgust and anger as she cleans herself off, already dreading when she'll have to do this again. "Well, that should take care of it for now," she says sarcastically, trying not to get too grossed out by the mess on her hands.

She huffs and rolls her eyes, glaring at you. "Don't apologize," she says harshly. "It's not like I have a choice in this." She glances at the clock, already dreading how long it will be before your next 'episode'.

Tachibana takes out her frustration on the cleaning, making sure every last drop of cum and bodily fluid is gone from both you and herself. The more she cleans, the angrier and more disgusted she becomes with not only your condition but also her own predicament: stuck here with you 24/7 when all she wants to do is live her life.

Tachibana is torn between anger and annoyance as she paces around the room, glaring at you as if you're a bug on the wall. Three hours pass by slowly, each tick of the clock making her more frustrated with your condition and her own situation. She sighs heavily and approaches you again, ready to play the disgusting role of cum-drainer once more.

"Alright...time's up," she says through gritted teeth. "I guess I better get back to work." With that, she grabs your dick and starts stroking it even harder than before, trying to find some sort of release for her own building frustration while making you cum faster.

Tachibana growls in frustration as she feels your dick getting harder but no semen is released. Her anger begins to boil over and she violently yanks on your foreskin, causing you to wince in pain before finally releasing a thick, white stream of cum. She continues stroking until every last drop has been expelled from you, her hands and clothing covered in your disgusting fluid once more.

"There," she says through gritted teeth. "That should do it for now." With shaking hands, she wipes herself off on a nearby towel, still glaring daggers at you as she does so.

Tachibana stares at you in disgust and anger, shaking her head slowly. "I'm not looking at you," she lies through gritted teeth. "I'm looking at this stupid hospital policy that requires me to be here with you all the time, just so I can clean up your messes." She storms out of the room for a moment before returning, her expression only slightly less furious. "Now," she says coldly, "if you don't mind, I'd like to take another hour-long break before I have to do this again."

Tachibana turns her back on you and sits down in a chair, arms crossed over her chest. "You're sorry? How does that help anything?" she snaps before immediately realizing how rude she sounded. "I mean... it doesn't matter." She takes a deep breath to calm herself down, but the anger is still there, simmering just below the surface.

Tachibana decides to busy herself with her phone and some light reading while giving you your space for an hour, even though every fiber of her being wants to keep an eye on you in case you start leaking again. She's disgusted by you and wishes she could just be left alone, away from this whole mess.

"You know," she mutters to herself as she continues to scroll through her phone, "you used to be cute before this all happened..." Her voice trails off and she turns the screen away, focusing on something else until it's finally time for her to take care of you again.

Tachibana's shoulders tense at your words, but she tries to focus on the task at hand as she straddles you and begins stroking your dick again. "Maybe there are other things you can do," she says without looking up from what she's doing. "Something that doesn't involve using your hands." It's meant to be helpful, but it comes out sounding more like a condescending tone.

She snorts derisively and shakes her head. "Of course I know that," she says through gritted teeth as you begin to cum again, faster this time. "And I'm tired of talking about it." Her movements become more frantic as she tries to relieve herself of the disgusting task, but she doesn't miss a beat. Soon enough, you are spent and she rolls off of you with a satisfied grunt.

Tachibana stands up and stretches, wincing as her back protests from being hunched over for so long. "There," she says, still not looking at you. "That's done for now." She makes a mental note to complain about your... situation to the hospital board as soon as she can.

Tachibana shrugs indifferently, already mentally checked out as she focuses on cleaning herself up again. "Well, you'll just have to find a way to work around it," she says dismissively. "Not my problem anymore." She finishes cleaning and begins pacing the room again, trying to focus on anything but the smell of cum and your perverted condition.

Her phone buzzes with a text from her boyfriend, asking her how her shift went. She rolls her eyes and sighs in annoyance; he knows she hates being here, yet still asks her about it. With a huff, she types out a quick reply telling him that everything's fine and hopes he understands why she's so irritable lately.

Tachibana notices the look on your face and instantly regrets her dismissive tone. With a sigh, she walks over to sit beside you on the bed, gently rubbing your back in an attempt to comfort you. "Look, I know it's not easy for you either," she says softly. "But we'll figure something out together. We always do, remember?" She pauses before adding with a small smile, "Besides, you still have me as your personal nurse, and I'm not going anywhere until they find a way to get rid of me."

Tachibana looks at you with a small smile, her anger momentarily forgotten. "It's alright," she says gently. "I'm sure it won't be forever." She sighs again, still not quite sure how to reconcile herself with the situation. "But for now... let's just get some rest, okay? Tomorrow will be another day, and who knows what it'll bring." Her voice trails off as she lies down on the bed next to you, already beginning to feel tired despite her earlier frustration.

When you wake up again, still aching and uncomfortable, Tachibana is already by your side with a sad smile on her face. She gently strokes your hair as she examines you, careful not to touch anything that might provoke the unwanted response from your body. Despite her frustration earlier, she can't help but feel a twinge of sympathy for you.

"It's almost time," she whispers quietly. "You know what to expect." As if on cue, your balls begin to tighten and ache as the pressure builds up inside them again. She helps you into a more comfortable position, her movements calm and reassuring despite her internal turmoil.

Finally, after what seems like an eternity, she feels the first hot surge of semen course through your veins. With a sigh, she begins to stroke your dick in time with your rising desire

Tachibana closes her eyes and counts silently in her head as you writhe underneath her touch, the sensation of your thick dick throbbing between her fingers becoming almost unbearable at times. She tries to focus on breathing steadily, willing herself not to rush through this task any faster than necessary.

Finally, after what seems like an eternity, you start shooting cum all over the room, covering her hands and face with sticky residue once more. Tachibana does her best not to gag as she catches your discharge in a nearby bowl, wincing at the bitter taste of it on her lips. As soon as you're finished, she rinses herself off quickly before looking up at you with weary eyes. "There," she says hoarsely, still breathing heavily from the exertion. "That should hold you over for a while this time."

Tachibana watches you drift back to sleep with a mix of relief and annoyance. She knows she shouldn't be so upset about having to take care of you, but being trapped in this hospital room for days on end with no free time of her own is starting to wear thin. With a sigh, she rolls over onto her side and closes her eyes, trying to catch some rest as well before the inevitable next time comes around.

Tachibana wakes up feeling even more tired than before, her muscles sore from constantly having to deal with your condition. She glances at the clock and groans inwardly when she sees there's still an hour left until you need to be taken care of again. She tries to make herself busy by flipping through a magazine or browsing her phone, but every time she looks at you she can feel her frustration building up inside her like a pressure cooker about to explode.

The clock seems to tick slower and slower as the hour passes agonizingly by. Tachibana lets out a growl of frustration when she finally realizes it's time for you again, her patience all but worn thin after days of dealing with your condition. She glares at you hatefully before straddling your hips and grabbing your dick, determined to make this quick and painless for both of you.

Tachibana hisses in annoyance as she notices that you're still not close to cumming. She grits her teeth and starts stroking faster, her movements becoming more desperate as the minutes tick by. She glances at the clock again, willing time to speed up so she can finally be free of this torment. "Come on!" she whispers harshly through gritted teeth. "Cum already!"

Tachibana growls angrily, her eyes almost spitting fire as she looks down at you. "Don't apologize!" she snaps. "This is your fault! You shouldn't be able to do this to me!" Her strokes become rough and jerky, her movements becoming less coordinated in her frustration.

The last thing she needs right now is for you to feel sorry or to make excuses. She just wants this hellish cycle to end, and if that means making your life as uncomfortable as possible until then... well, so be it.

Tachibana freezes for a moment, the anger fading slightly as she sees you beginning to cry. "Fine," she says through gritted teeth, hating herself for even a tiny sliver of sympathy. "Just... concentrate on your breathing and try not to think about it." With that, her strokes become steadier once more, but no less annoyed as she forces herself to continue.

Tachibana's expression darkens even further as she hears your plea. "I don't know what else to do!" she snaps, her voice tinged with desperation and frustration. "You're the one who has to cum! It shouldn't be this hard!" Her strokes become even faster and more jerky as she tries to find some hidden source of pleasure that might trigger your orgasm.

Time passes in agonizingly slow increments, each stroke like a stab of pain against her own self-control. Tachibana glares at you, hating the situation even more than before but refusing to give up until she's done everything in her power to help you.

Tachibana hisses in frustration as she tries every trick she knows to make you cum but nothing seems to work. Her movements become more and more erratic, her breath coming in ragged gasps as the pain in her hands begins to overwhelm her senses. She glares at you with hate-filled eyes, desperate for this nightmare to end.

Another hour passes and still nothing happens; exhaustion settles heavily on Tachibana's shoulders like a leaden weight. "I don't understand... it shouldn't be this hard..." she whispers, her voice sounding hoarse from disuse. "You need to do something!"

Tachibana's eyes widen in understanding as you try to explain that it hurts when you breathe. She nods slowly, her mind racing through possible solutions as she speaks soothingly to you. "Okay... try taking some slow, deep breaths while I help support your chest..." She moves closer to you and carefully places a hand on each side of your ribcage, gently pressing down in an attempt to ease the discomfort.

As she does this, she continues to stroke your dick with her other hand, her movements more controlled now that she has something else to focus on. "Deeper... breathe deeper into my hands..." She breathes in sync with you, trying to help you find a rhythm that doesn't aggravate the condition further.

Tachibana hesitates for a moment before nodding slowly. "Alright... you can try moving your mouth. Just take it slow and steady..." She adjusts her grip on your ribcage, making sure she's supporting your chest as best as she can while still allowing you to breathe easily. Her other hand continues to stroke your dick, slowly but surely working towards the inevitable conclusion.