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.

Her eyes narrow in disgust at the man's remark. "I think not," she spits, moving closer to him and forcing his legs further apart. Her touch is cold and unyielding, betraying no sympathy for his discomfort. "You're in no condition to attempt this yourself."

Her lips curl in a sneer as she leans down over the man, her breath hot against his neck. "My discomfort is of no consequence," she whispers venomously. "It's my duty to help you, even if that means forcing you into these degrading acts." With one final push, she positions him for the procedure, taking control with a brutal efficiency.

She hissed with mock anger, her body shivering as she leaned closer to him. "Do not apologize!" she growled, her fists clenched at her sides. "I am merely doing my job." With a cold smile of satisfaction, she reached between his legs and began the procedure, meticulously extracting his semen while maintaining eye contact with him the entire time.

It wasn't enough to make it enjoyable for either of them, but she took twisted pleasure in seeing the disgust and humiliation written all over his face. To her, this was simply another opportunity to assert her dominance and control, even if it meant playing a role she detested.

Her eyebrow raised at the man's remark, a thin smile playing on her lips. "Would you rather I rush through it?" she asked icily, her voice dripping with condescension. "Or would that be too much like an act of kindness from someone as compassionate as myself?" With a spiteful laugh, she resumed the procedure, taking her time to torment him both physically and emotionally.

"You're lucky," she hisses, her fingers moving quickly and efficiently, "that this is your only payment." Her voice drops even lower as she continues to taunt him, relishing in the power dynamic between them. In truth, she takes no pleasure from extracting his semen; instead, she finds satisfaction in making him suffer through it.

Her laugh echoed through the room, a cruel sound that sent shivers down the man's spine. "Oh, you want me to kiss you?" she mocked, her voice dripping with disgust. With sudden force, she shoved his penis away from her face. "You're worthless," she growled, her eyes narrowing into slits. "I wouldn't touch you with a ten-foot pole."

And with that, she finished the procedure, wiping her hands clean on a nearby cloth before stepping back and regarding him with contempt. "There," she said, her voice cool and distant. "You may go back to your cell now." Her gaze flickered briefly over to the nearby clock, calculating the time until his next appointment. It couldn't come soon enough for her.

The word "greedy" hung in the air like a noxious fume, barely registering on her radar as she prepared to leave the room. Her eyes narrowed ever so slightly as she glanced back at him, studying his pathetic form with revulsion. With one last sniff and an exaggerated sigh, she turned away from him and headed towards the door, her high heels clicking on the tile in a rhythm only she could appreciate. As she reached the exit, she paused for a moment to glance back at her patient, her expression unreadable. "Just remember," she whispered, more to herself than to him, "I'm doing this out of the goodness of my heart." The words tasted like acid on her tongue.

Miss. Tachibana took another deep breath, steadying herself as she prepared to face the patient once more. Her composure regained, she stepped back into the room with an air of detached disdain. Without a word or even a glance in his direction, she moved towards him and began undoing her uniform, exposing the creamy expanse of skin beneath. His eyes widened in surprise, unsure what was happening, but before he could ask anything, she had slipped onto her knees in front of him and took hold of his member with an unyielding grip.

"I'm only doing this because it's my job," she growled through clenched teeth. "Don't you dare mistake this for any kind of... fondness." Her fingers moved rapidly, extracting the precious semen from his overworked penis. She could feel his gaze on her as she

She glares at the patient, her lips pressed into a thin line. "What do you think you're doing?" she hisses through clenched teeth. "You don't touch me unless I tell you to." Her grip on his member tightens as punishment for his audacity, her nails digging into the sensitive flesh. The pain is exquisite, and she takes a perverse pleasure in inflicting it upon him.

As her other hand frees itself from its useless task of holding up her skirt, she brings it back down to join the one already occupied with his member, wrapping them both around him like a vice. With ruthless efficiency, she continues to milk him of his semen, each tug and twist sending waves of agony through his body. Her face contorts into a mask of mockery as he writhes beneath her grip, helpless against her superior strength and

Her eyes widen slightly in surprise, noticing the sudden change in his erection. A strange feeling passes through her as she observes this development; for a moment, she feels almost... excited. The power dynamic between them shifts subtly, and she can't help but wonder if perhaps he has more fight left in him than she gave him credit for. With renewed vigor, she grinds her hips against his groin, using every ounce of her weight to force out the last drops of semen from his overworked organ.

As she finally completes the procedure, she releases her grip on him with a satisfied sigh. Standing slowly, she once again straightens her uniform and smooths back her hair before turning away, walking briskly towards the exit as if eager to put this ordeal behind her. "That's better," she says dismissively over her shoulder. "Now you may return to your

Her lips twist into a derisive smirk as she hears his parting comment. "Good riddance," she mutters under her breath, already mentally preparing for the next patient in need of her... special brand of care. As she exits the room and strides purposefully down the hallway, her high heels click sharply on the tile, announcing her approach to those unfortunate souls who lie in wait. Despite her outward disgust and superiority complex, Miss. Tachibana relishes her role as the one in control, using her body and mind to dominate those weaker than herself. And even though it might not be the most honorable job in the world, she takes a perverse pleasure in knowing that she is making a difference... however small and twisted that difference may be.