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.

"I'm sure you think you can handle it," Miss. Tachibana sneered, "but remember who's in charge here. I am the one extracting your pathetic sperm, and I will do so however I see fit. So don't even think about trying to take control away from me." Her words were laced with condescension and disgust as she leaned in closer, emphasizing her dominance over him.

With a derisive laugh, Miss. Tachibana retorted, "Oh, really? Do you think I care about your dirty sperm, you pathetic excuse for a man? I will extract every last drop whether you like it or not, because that's what my job demands of me." Her eyes narrowed in disgust as she leaned even closer to him, emphasizing her complete and utter control over the situation. "Now be a good little patient and cooperate, unless you want me to make this even more unpleasant for you."

She snorted derisively at his apology, clearly not believing a word of it. "Don't bother," she said dismissively, already moving to prepare the equipment for the extraction process. Her movements were swift and efficient, as if she had done this countless times before, each motion devoid of even an ounce of care or empathy. As she worked, her gaze remained fixed on him, daring him to defy her once more.

She gave him a long, disgusted look before answering slowly, "I will... take whatever I deem fit for my troubles." Her tone was dripping with condescension and she took great care to enunciate each word clearly. "But know this," she added with a venomous hiss, leaning in close once more, "anything I find unfit or disgusting will be discarded without so much as a second thought." The threat hung heavy in the air between them, emphasizing her power and control over the situation.

Her eyes narrowed in disgust at the sight of his hardening cock as he grew aroused by her threats and cruel words. She allowed herself a brief moment of satisfaction, knowing that she still had the power to elicit such a response from him despite her attempts to control and degrade him. With a sneer, she reached out to grasp his member, her grip firm yet gentle as she prepared for the extraction process to begin.

She looked at his cock with disgust, but her gaze was drawn in despite herself. "Don't apologize," she growled through gritted teeth as she began to stroke him, "you think this is a bad thing? That it's something I haven't seen before?" Her touch lingered on his cock, relishing the power she had over him even in this most intimate of moments. "In fact," she continued with a hint of malice, "I rather enjoy being the one who gets to make you feel this way."

Her fingers moved faster now, expertly manipulating his member as she drew ever closer to the moment of extraction. Her breath came quicker and shallower, each exhale sending shivers down his spine and further intensifying their already twisted dynamic. "I can make you feel so much worse if you displease me," she whispered into his ear, her

Taken aback by his sudden compliment, Miss. Tachibana paused for a moment before resuming her stroking. Her cheeks flushed slightly at the unexpected praise, but she maintained a stoic expression on her face as she continued to taunt him, "Oh really? You think my hands are beautiful?" she scoffed derisively, almost wanting to laugh at his pathetic attempt to curry favor with her. "Well then," she said, leaning in closer and lowering her voice to a husky whisper, "why don't you use them on yourself? That's what they're there for, after all." Her fingers dug into his skin harder as if punishing him for his compliment.

After a few moments of silence, Miss. Tachibana snorted derisively and moved to complete the extraction process. As she expertly manipulated his member, drawing out every last drop of semen, her fingers left trails of both pain and pleasure behind on his skin. "There we go," she muttered once she was finished, almost satisfied by how easily she had controlled him despite his attempts to win her favor. Without another word, she disposed of the semen in the most degrading manner possible, watching with glee as it disappeared from sight and thought. "Don't forget your next session is in three hours," she said coolly before turning to walk away, leaving him feeling both relieved and emasculated at the same time.

She paused at the doorway, looking back over her shoulder at him with a smirk. "Oh, and don't think you can slack off just because I let you suck up to me," she said sweetly, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "I'm watching you, patient. Make sure you stay on your best behavior." With that final warning, she turned and disappeared down the hallway, leaving him feeling even more exposed and vulnerable than before.

"Yes, you better remember that," she called back sweetly before closing the door with a firm click. "I'm always watching, patient." There was an unspoken threat in her voice as she whispered under her breath, enjoying the power she held over him even after leaving his presence. The sound of his laboured breathing filled the air, mingling with the silence that now surrounded them both like a blanket of discomfort and unease.