While Quinn sat on the playground, quietly "enjoying" the opening ceremony, enduring only the constant brush of Kylie's soft chest against his arm, a less fortunate freshman laid in the school's infirmary.
A boy named Miles sprawled on a sickbed, writhing in discomfort.
"I'm cursed with the worst luck. Everyone else attended the ceremony, but I ended up stuck alone here, with no sign of the nurse," he muttered, clutching his temples tightly as he sank into the soft mattress.
Miles's home stood far from the academy, in a place no bus could reach. He had trudged to school with his backpack, a journey that left him predictably struck by heatstroke. No sooner had he collapsed in his dorm than he lost consciousness. When his eyes fluttered open again, he found himself in the infirmary.
"Some kind soul must've dragged me here," Miles grumbled, sighing heavily.
Just then, the infirmary door swung open. Miles flipped over, as if spotting a savior, and saw a stunning woman in a pristine white nurse's uniform stride in. Her figure was so breathtaking that even the loose fabric couldn't hide her ample curves. As she moved, her full hips swayed naturally, exuding an almost elastic allure.
"You must be Miles, poor thing. Heatstroke in this scorching weather? Luckily, your roommate found you in time, or things could've turned ugly," the nurse said, approaching his bedside. She reached out, her soft, pale hand brushing his forehead.
A cool sensation spread from her touch, easing the misery of his heatstroke. Miles relaxed instantly, his gaze filled with gratitude. The relief felt nothing short of miraculous.
"You can call me Kitsune, the academy's nurse. Let's get you feeling better, Miles," she said with a sly smile, stepping to the foot of his bed.
Miles frowned, unsure what she meant.
Then, to his shock, Kitsune's hands moved to the buttons of her white uniform. Slowly, she undid them, letting the fabric slip from her shoulders to pool on the floor. A flawless, pale body stood before him, her tempting curves barely covered by a faint pink bra. Below, a simple black ribbon shielded her most intimate parts. A sweet fragrance filled the air.
Miles had never witnessed such a scene. He tried to bolt from the bed, but his body refused to obey. His limbs felt heavy, his fingers immobile.
"Why—"
His eyes widened in panic as he stared at Kitsune. His body twitched faintly, helpless, as she closed the distance with slow, seductive steps.
"A sick boy needs proper care, doesn't he?"
Kitsune walked to Miles's side. Her lips brushed his ear, her warm breath spilling into it like a fragrant breeze.
His ear twitched uncontrollably under the sensation. Before he could speak, a coolness hit his lower body. He belatedly that his pants had slipped off without him noticing.
Kitsune's soft, warm hand wrapped around his shaft, and she leaned closer, her sultry voice teasing his ear.
"Oh my, it seems this student needs more thorough treatment. Don't be shy, I'll take good care of you."
Heat enveloped his ear, as if countless tongues licked at his earlobe and deep into his ear canal.
"You're just so delicious, Miles. How could I ever let you go?" Her voice seemed to bypass his ears, echoing straight deeply in his mind.
In that moment, Miles's soul shuddered. His thoughts dissolved into a blank haze, leaving only instinctive groans.
Kitsune slipped to his side, kicking off her pink heels. Her feet, clad in sheer black stockings, emerged and grazed his throbbing erection. The slick silk and tender touch sent tremors through his lower body. Even as he tried to shake off the seduction, he remained powerless, capable only of moaning.
Her nimble toes clamped around his tip, rubbing with deliberate care, while she let out soft, enticing moans. One hand kneaded her pale, full breasts, amplifying the scene. The sensations overwhelmed him completely.
Clear fluid leaked from him, mingling with the faint sweat on her feet, creating an impossibly slick sensation.
"Doctor Kitsune, stop! I can't take it! If you keep going, I'll—"
Miles regained a sliver of strength, his hands pounding the bed. He reached to stop her, but his arms fell short, unable to even graze her.
Kitsune leaned slightly toward him, and his flailing arms brushed her soft, pale chest. His large hands could barely cover half her curves, and the silky warmth against his palms drove him wilder. A faint pink glimmer flickered in the center of his dark pupils.
"These stockings are getting in the way," Kitsune muttered. "Why don't I slip them off? It'll help treat you even better." Before she finished, the sheer fabric melted away, absorbed into her flawless skin.
Her porcelain-like feet, now free of stockings, moved with even greater dexterity. Kitsune's toes glided along the ridge of Miles's shaft, some teasing the tip near its sensitive opening, sliding with relentless precision.
Miles's limbs stiffened, and he roared against his will. "No, Doctor Kitsune, please, I can't do this…!"
Kitsune ignored him, her sole pressing lightly against his shaft, stroking up and down with her arch. Her voice dripped with seduction. "Can't what, dear student? Your body needs treatment. Cooperate with your teacher, or I'll be quite disappointed."
Miles lost all control. His shaft pulsed, and thick streams of release erupted, splattering across Kitsune's pale, flawless legs.
"Ah!!!" He could only howl, his body convulsing under her feet.
Kitsune smiled with satisfaction. Her toes hooked around his tip, tugging gently to either side, as if opening a floodgate. His release poured out in a wild torrent.
"Such a good boy. Keep going, your sister Kitsune adores you. Watching you lose yourself like this makes my core ache. I'm dying to feel you inside me, filling me until you're spent."
Her hand drifted to her slit, rubbing its edges frantically, while the other kneaded her full breast. A stream of provocative words spilled from her lips. Under the dual assault of her filthy talk and brazen display, Miles's shaft erupted even more fiercely beneath her toes.
Her toes traced the veins of his length, coaxing his release to flow freely. For three full minutes, the torrent didn't stop. Miles, once muscular and robust, seemed to shrink before her, his frame visibly diminished. Yet his face showed no pain; only a blissful grin, as if he wandered among clouds.
Kitsune's toes finally released him. She straddled his body, her wet slit hovering above his still-throbbing shaft. It pulsed in rhythm with her movements, her fluids dripping onto his tip, driving him to quiver uncontrollably.
"Such a delectable boy. Your sister keeps her promises. I said I'd let you inside me, and I won't break my word. I wonder what your essence tastes like…."
Her hand caressed his cheek. Her slit, opening and closing, drew closer to his shaft, its pace quickening.
"Insert that pathetic thing into you, and he'll be ruined without you even trying," a soft, feminine voice called from the doorway, followed by the creak of the door swinging open. "Drain him dry, and he'll be less than scraps for the cafeteria suppliers."
Miles's tip had just grazed Kitsune's folds, his eyes rolling back as overwhelming sensation threatened to drown his already pleasure-soaked mind.
But the voice halted Kitsune's movements.
"Riona, you always do this. Almost every freshman's been claimed. This heatstruck darling cost me a fortune to pry from Dawn's hands. I planned to cherish my Miles properly."
Her doting words might've seemed sincere, if not for Miles trembling mindlessly beneath her.
Riona's voice cut in. "What if I told you there's a new student even Director Bennie takes seriously? One who endured her signature triple-pleasure torment twice and walked away fine after a nap? Someone you could drain for seven days and nights without breaking?"
"Where?!" Kitsune leapt off Miles in an instant, darting to Riona's side. Her once-cool, alluring eyes blazed with pink light. Her face was filled with raw excitement and greed.
Riona sighed at Kitsune's fervor. "I don't even know what to say. That darling Quinn isn't someone to trifle with. You know, the academy's got high hopes for this batch of freshmen. Your old tricks won't work anymore. We need a new plan from scratch."
Kitsune shook her head frantically, barely pausing to think, her voice growing urgent. "No problem, no problem! I've already done my homework. After the opening ceremony, besides regular classes, the higher-ups planned a packed schedule of activities to supposedly 'boost school spirit' and create a 'vibrant, joyful campus life.' All I need to do is volunteer as a mentor, and I can join every single event!"
Driven by greed and desire, Kitsune's mind worked with surprising clarity.
"Fine, but we can't rush this. We need to play the long game."
Perhaps it was luck, but Riona's sudden arrival had pulled Miles back from the brink of ruin.
"As for now, we need to fix the poor boy on that bed. It's barely the start of the term. If word gets out that a freshman's in trouble, it'll be a mess. Like I said…."
"I know, I know," Kitsune cut her off. "The academy's obsessed with this batch. I don't get it. Aside from there being more of them now, what's so special? Why are those old geezers so invested?"
Before Riona could finish, Kitsune spun around and left the room. Riona glanced at Miles, now shriveled to half his size, still trembling uncontrollably on the bed. "Poor thing," she said flatly, her voice devoid of warmth. "You got a front-row seat to this school's darker side. Not everyone gets to experience Nurse Kitsune's bedside talents. Even this time, you only tasted a tenth of it. Lucky or cursed? Hard to say."
Kitsune soon returned, pushing a cart loaded with rare medicines with unrecognizable names. "Just pour these into our dear Miles, one by one. Even if he's been drained to a husk, he'll bounce back!" Her plan sounded reckless, but her tone carried absolute confidence.
Riona, standing behind her, shook her head again, then turned and left the infirmary, closing the door behind her.
The opening ceremony finally wrapped up, and Quinn, at long last, broke free from the suffocating cage of Kylie's embrace.