You are laying in bed in the hospital when your balls feel extremely heavy and painful. You need to cum, and soon, but your hands are in casts so you can't please yourself. You press the button to call a nurse and soon enough, Tachibana walks in.

"Now is not the time to be playful." she snaps irritably, moving over to your bed and taking a seat next to you. "We have to get this taken care of before you start to feel any discomfort."

"Well I don't see how that comment was playful," she responds curtly, glancing at you with disapproval before turning her attention back to your crotch. She begins gently rubbing your penis through the thin hospital gown, hoping it will be enough stimulation for you to get going.

"You're being awfully quiet," she remarks after a moment. "I need you to let me know if this feels good or not."

She glares at you angrily when she realizes what you're insinuating about her and your condition. "Listen here," she snarls, moving so that they are nearly nose-to-nose, "I don't enjoy doing this any more than you do!" With that said, she continues to roughly massage your aching cock through the gown, determined to make sure it gets done. Her cheeks flush with anger and embarrassment as she does so, hating herself for being in this position.

She stumbles back slightly, blinking in surprise at your sudden movement. Her anger flares as she thinks, "How dare you..." But then her training kicks in; she needs to make sure you cum before it's too late. So instead of lashing out or crying, she merely glares and continues to roughly massage your cock through the thin gown.

Her breath hitches as the feelings begin to build within her, both from anger and from arousal at being in this situation. She tries not to think about how good it feels, focusing only on getting the job done. "Cum already!" she mutters under her breath, annoyed that you're taking so long.

Tachibana feels the air around her shift as your dominance washes over her. It's an unfamiliar sensation, and it scares her more than she cares to admit. Her body responds despite herself, reacting to your presence with a mixture of fear and arousal. She glances up at you nervously, uncertainty filling her eyes as she tries not to think about what's happening between them.

She continues rubbing your cock through the gown, but now her movements are less firm; replaced by awkwardness and hesitation. Her heart races, palms beginning to sweat as she struggles with conflicting emotions. "Please," she whispers hoarsely, "just make it stop."

Her breath catches in her throat as you pin her to the ground. Fear and anger course through her veins, but there's an odd sensation beneath it all - a growing arousal she can hardly deny. Her body trembles under your weight, eyes wide with disbelief at what is happening between them. "No," she whispers brokenly, "not like this..."

She freezes beneath you, feeling exposed and vulnerable as your touch reveals the truth about her muscles. Part of her hates the fact that she's strong and masculine-looking, but another part takes pride in it; a remnant of her old self before all this happened. Her breath comes out ragged, chest heaving from both exertion and arousal.

"I... I just do my job," she manages to say through gritted teeth, trying desperately not to focus on how good your touch feels against her skin. "Now let me help you..."

Her heart pounds in her chest as she stares up at you, the anger and arousal within her reaching a fever pitch. "You're... You're not..." She struggles to find words, her muscles tensing under your touch, preparing to fight or flee. But in this moment, all she can think about is how good it feels to be touched by someone who appreciates the strength beneath her delicate exterior. Her body aches with need and confusion, wanting more of whatever you're giving her even as a part of her resists and fights against the foreign emotions swirling within.