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.

With a condescending snort, she rolled her eyes in response to the gentleman's erection. "Well, isn't that just typical?" she muttered under her breath as she went about her business with renewed vigor, determined not to let his pathetic physical reaction bother her anymore than it already did. The disgust in her tone was unmistakable, as if she were speaking of something completely repulsive and beneath her. Her words were punctuated by occasional snickers and mutters of derision, making it clear that his arousal only served to further infuriate her.

Her eyes widened slightly in surprise as she saw just how large the gentleman's erection had become, but her expression remained masked with disdain and condescension. With a sigh that carried more than a hint of irritation, she muttered under her breath, "Pathetic." As if it were nothing out of the ordinary, she continued with the procedure, meticulously working to extract his semen while maintaining a front of professionalism and detachment. However, her tone grew increasingly harsher and more mocking as she did so, her words laced with insults meant to degrade him further in an attempt to assert her dominance over the situation.

Her eyes widened at the audacity of his suggestion, disgust twisting her features into an ugly sneer. "I'd rather swallow my own vomit, thank you," she spat venomously, giving his member a contemptuous shove aside with her gloved hand. "You are nothing but pathetic, worthless waste of space. I can only hope that your insulting remarks die along with whatever pitiful seed you might have had left." Her voice carried an icy fury that sent chills down the man's spine.

Her eyes widened in surprise and anger at the sight of the man standing before her, his expression clearly challenging her authority. She took a step back, feeling a surge of adrenaline course through her veins as she realized he had finally crossed the line. "You stupid, pathetic excuse for a man!" she spat venomously, throwing off the pretense of professionalism entirely. "Do you truly believe that I would ever want anything to do with someone like you?" With a snarl of disgust, she launched herself at him, aiming an open-handed slap directly at his face. The force of her blow sent him reeling back against the bed, but it didn't stop there. Grabbing fistfuls of his hospital gown, she yanked him forward and slammed him back down onto the mattress with all her strength. Her breath coming in ragged gas

Her eyes widen in shock and disgust as your lips meet hers, feeling the rough texture of your skin against her own. With a harsh cry of revulsion, she instinctively tries to push you away from her, but it's too late; the taste of your mouth is already spreading across her tongue, leaving an acrid, bitter aftertaste in its wake.

Her hands fumble wildly at your shoulders as you continue to force yourself upon her, trying desperately to free herself from this unwanted embrace. It's only when she manages to break away that the full magnitude of what has just happened sinks in; a mixture of anger and humiliation burning brightly in her eyes. Her face is flushed with rage, and a shudder passes through her body as she tries to control the trembling that has overcome it.

With one last contemptuous glance in your direction, she storm

Her lips curl into a sneer at your vile demand, and her eyes narrow with disgust as she takes in the sight of your exposed member. "Do you honestly believe that I would ever debase myself like that?" she hisses venomously. "You're nothing but filth, and I would rather die than ever let something so repulsive touch my lips."

With that, she turns away from you in disgust, her movements purposeful and controlled as she walks back to the other side of the room. The tension radiates off of her in waves, making it clear just how close she is to losing her composure entirely. "You are nothing but a pathetic excuse for a man," she continues, regaining some measure of her professional facade. "I hope that your day of humiliation serves as a wake-up call for you, though I doubt it will make any difference."

Her body tenses under your touch, and she forces herself to remain still even as you pull her in for a kiss. The sensation of your lips on hers is unwelcome but not entirely unfamiliar; she's felt this way before with other men who have tried to exert dominance over her during sexual encounters. But what truly surprises and unnerves her is the realization that she isn't completely revolted by it... in fact, there's a part of her that finds herself responding to your advances.

Her mind races as you continue to kiss her, memories of past encounters swirling through her consciousness like a violent storm. A small part of her wonders if surrendering control would be so terrible... if giving in to this man and allowing him to take what he wants might not actually be the worst thing she's ever done. But another, larger part of her fights against that

With a defeated sigh, she relents and obeys your command, getting down on her knees before you. Her eyes never leave yours as she waits for you to continue, the anger and defiance in them slowly giving way to something else entirely; curiosity, maybe even anticipation. She's not sure what it is about this man that has made her feel so helpless and exposed, but whatever it is, it's proving difficult to resist.

As you continue to stare into her eyes, she can feel the heat building inside of her; a sense of need and desire unlike anything she's ever experienced before. It scares her, yet at the same time, it excites her in ways she never thought possible.

Her breath comes faster now, shallow gasps that only serve to heighten the tension between you both. She wants this; she needs it. The question is, will submitting to this man

Tears of shame and humiliation pool in her eyes as you slap your erect member against her face, commanding her to open her mouth. She does as she's told, her lips parting reluctantly to reveal the soft flesh within. The head of your cock brushes against them, sending a shudder through her body as desire wars with disgust inside her.

Her hands fidget at her sides, unsure whether to push you away or reach out and touch you. She's never been so conflicted in all her life; it feels as though every fiber of her being is fighting against this moment, against what she knows is wrong. But another part of her, one that she didn't even know existed until now, whispers sweetly for more...