The world seemed to sink into boundless darkness...
Owen's consciousness drifted somewhere between dream and reality. His body felt heavy, as if pinned down by a thousand pounds of lead, unable to move even a fingertip. The pain from the battle should have been the first thing he perceived upon waking, but... what roused him wasn't pain.
It was a "burning heat" blazing right at the center of his body.
Amidst the darkness blocking his vision, his other senses were working strangely well. Especially the sensation in his lower half... It was warm, wet, and incredibly tight.
Schlop... Slurp... Schlop...
The wet, squelching sound of soft tissue rubbing against viscous fluid echoed in his auditory nerves. Owen could feel something soft and scorching hot. A tongue, agile as a small snake, was expertly swirling around his sensitive tip, alternating with a massive suction force that wrapped around his meat rod until he could barely breathe.
"Mmm... Just like that... Good..."
The husky whisper of a woman cut through the darkness. The voice was filled with authority yet laced with seduction, like a succubus teaching a lesson in lust.
"Use your tongue to swirl around the head a little faster... Yes... Then suck it in as deep as you can. Swallow his manhood down into your throat..."
The command wasn't aimed at him, but its effect nearly drove Owen mad. The suction at his crotch responded to the order immediately. The narrow, scalding mouth swallowed him deeper... and deeper, until the server's nose bumped against his lower abdomen. The constriction of the throat milked the pleasure out of him, sending it shooting through his spine.
[Image: Finley x Owen 1]
"Ugh...!"
Owen groaned low in his throat. His heavy body jerked and tensed automatically. The accumulated ecstasy reached its breaking point. Primal instinct took control over his reason.
His hips bucked upward, countering the rhythm of the suction, driving his hard cock deep into that mouth. And in the next second, the dam of emotion collapsed.
Spurt! Spurt! Spurt!
A stream of milky white lava of life was sprayed out violently, venting all the pent-up pressure until nothing remained. Owen's body twitched rhythmically, but the person serving him didn't retreat. On the contrary... they swallowed it even more greedily.
Gulp... Gulp... Gulp... Cough!
The sound of the Adam's apple bobbing as it swallowed the hot liquid down the throat was clear in the silence, followed by a slight choking sound and heavy panting laced with the scent of musk.
Owen lay panting, his consciousness fully returning. He slowly opened his eyes to fight the blinding white neon light shining down, adjusting his blurry focus to the clean white ceiling... but the scent lingering in the room wasn't the smell of antiseptic. It was the unique scent of "Lust" that he knew well.
He propped himself up slowly. The thin blanket slid down to pool at his waist, revealing a chest covered in wires and heart rate monitors. And when he looked down to find the source of his pleasure moments ago, his eyes widened in shock.
"Fin... ley?"
In front of him, by the right side of the bed, was a small, fragile figure in a "super revealing Nurse Cosplay" that looked like it came straight out of an adult movie... A white nurse cap with a red cross, a tight, short white dress that pushed up the chest to reveal clear curves, and white stockings so tight that the flesh of the thighs spilled out slightly.
But what drew his eyes the most wasn't the outfit... but the sweet, clear face that was flushed red all the way to the ears.
Finley stood trembling, hands fluttering, not knowing what to do. Those beautiful, large round hazel eyes looked down, not daring to meet his gaze. And most importantly... at the corner of that mouth and on that clear cheek, there were "stains of milky white fluid" smeared undeniable evidence of who had done the deed just now.
"Heh heh heh... Finally awake."
A low laugh came from the corner of the room. Owen whipped his head around to find Iris standing leaning against the wall, arms crossed, looking at her handiwork with pride. The mischievous smile on her sharp, beautiful face clearly indicated she was the 'Director' of this love scene.
On the left side of the bed, Talia, in a white nurse outfit that looked more modest (but still tight enough to reveal seductive curves), was pretending to be busy recording pulse rates on a clipboard. But her eyes were glancing at Finley with unconcealed "Jealousy." The hand holding the pen gripped it until it shook, and her beautiful legs in stockings twisted back and forth gently, like someone with pent-up emotions wanting to be the one performing that duty instead.
Iris sauntered toward the bed with the gait of a victorious queen. She leaned down slightly until her perfume and pheromones hit Owen's nose.
"Finally awake... my sleepy King. You've been asleep for 3 whole days. Do you know how worried Finley and Rosie were? Even though I tried to tell them you were fine, that my King isn't that fragile, it seems others didn't think so."
"I... was asleep for 3 days?" Owen repeated softly, his brain still groggy from waking up and the sudden sexual assault. His eyes darted back to Finley, who was frantically trying to use the back of his hand to wipe the white stain off the corner of his mouth.
For Owen, what had just happened was incredible. For someone shy and innocent like Finley to dare to do something this lewd secretly... there had to be a "Mastermind" behind it. And it couldn't be anyone else but Iris, their villainous Queen. Owen immediately shot a blaming look at Iris.
Iris noticed the look. She turned to Finley and giggled, deliberately rubbing salt in the wound to make the situation even more embarrassing.
"Yes... 3 days... but they were 3 lucky days for you. Because you had a 'Special Nurse' taking care of you closely... Do you know how diligent little Finley was? Watching over you, serving you... cleaning your body 'in every nook and cranny'... 'all the time'."
Iris deliberately dragged out the words every nook and cranny and all the time with a tone that was blatantly suggestive. Her eyes licked over Owen's lower half through the blanket, as if hinting that the 'cleaning' included using a mouth to clean him as well.
Those words were like a nuclear bomb for Finley. The small body in the nurse outfit almost exploded from shyness. The face that was already red turned deep crimson like a ripe tomato. Finley hung his head until his chin touched his chest, hands crumpling the hem of the short skirt.
"I... I just... just wanted to help... I... uh..." Finley mumbled in a voice as faint as a mosquito, tongue tied until he couldn't speak properly.
Owen started to regain his senses. He saw through the situation clearly. This was undoubtedly Iris's prank (or perhaps malicious good intentions). But he couldn't deny that... the feeling just now was truly excellent. The emptiness in his body over the past 3 days had been filled by Finley's 'deep' care.
"Ahem!"
A coughing sound interrupted, breaking the erotic atmosphere. Talia placed the clipboard on the table with a bit more force than usual. She turned to speak in a voice trying to maintain professionalism (even though her cheeks were flushed).
"Pulse, blood pressure, and mana flow have returned to normal... But since Master has just recovered, his body hasn't fully adjusted yet. Please don't 'bully' him too intensely just yet, Mistress Iris?"
Talia sent a "request for cooperation" look to Iris briefly, before shooting a sharp glance at Finley, who was still trembling.
"As for you... Finley. Go wash your face in the bathroom immediately! Letting... uh... stains mess up your face like that doesn't look good!"
"Y... Yes! Sister Talia!"
Finley accepted the order with a squeak before scurrying into the bathroom quickly, leaving behind only Iris's amused laughter and Owen sitting there watching this warm chaos with the feeling that... what he had endured and worked for was truly "worth it."
...
When the sound of running water in the bathroom went silent.
Not long after, the bathroom door opened. Finley walked out with a demeanor that seemed slightly calmer than before. The face that was once stained had been washed clean, though a faint blush remained.
Iris, standing with arms crossed watching the situation, needed only a glance to read the awkward atmosphere perfectly.
"Alright... It seems your blood results still have some suspicious values. Talia... help me check the blood analyzer in the main lab."
"Eh? But I checked thoroughly just now..." Talia was about to object in confusion, but Iris didn't give her a chance to finish. She grabbed the arm of the 'makeshift doctor' and dragged her out the door immediately.
"Just come on! Don't make me say it twice."
Iris ended with a wink at Owen once, before closing the room door.
Bang...
The sound of the closing door cut off the outside world completely, leaving the recovery room in silence... and two people full of unresolved feelings.
The atmosphere in the room changed instantly... The chaos and laughter from moments ago faded, leaving only awkwardness and a certain electric charge lingering between the two.
Finley stood clasping his hands tightly at the foot of the bed, not daring to even look up at Owen. Him in that revealing cosplay nurse outfit looked contradictory to his lonely and guilty posture, like a child who had broken his mother's favorite vase and was waiting for punishment.
Owen looked at that image with softened eyes. He knew exactly what this child was thinking.
"Come sit here, Finley..." Owen patted the empty space beside him on the bed gently. "We need to talk."
The slender body flinched slightly, before slowly dragging his feet to sit on the edge of the bed hesitantly. He sat hunched over, trying to make himself as small as possible.
"Brother Owen... I..."
Finley was the first to speak, his voice trembling and hoarse. "I'm sorry... for what happened just now... and for everything before... I'm useless."
Clear tears began to well up in his large round eyes again, dripping onto the lap of the nurse outfit.
"I know I'm weak... I have no power, I can't fight anyone... Besides not being able to help you, I was a burden that caused you to get hurt... If you didn't have to protect a worthless person like me, you wouldn't have..."
Finley's words poured out along with sobs. It was the inner feeling that had been suppressed by a sense of inferiority all along. He hated himself for having to stand and watch Owen fight alone. Hated himself for being just a 'weakness' of the person he secretly liked. No... now he could say he loved Owen with all his heart, after going through that event.
Owen sighed deeply... not out of annoyance, but out of adoration.
He reached out his right hand, which still had some strength, to wipe the tears from Finley's clear cheek gently. The warm touch from the large palm made Finley freeze and look up.
"Listen to me..." Owen placed his hand on Finley's soft hair and stroked it gently. "Thank you for taking care of me, Finley... And stop thinking you're a burden right now."
"But..."
"No buts," Owen cut him off with a warm smile. "Choosing to protect you wasn't a burden, it was my own 'intention'... And besides, what you did for me just now... and what Iris said about you watching over me for the past 3 days, proves that you are also capable of taking care of me. We are each other's burden. That's fair, isn't it?"
Owen stared deep into those hazel eyes, before speaking what he had thought ever since learning the truth.
"As for who you are, or what gender you are... To me, it doesn't matter even a tiny bit."
Finley's eyes widened, lips trembling. Although he hadn't intentionally hidden it and it was just Owen's misunderstanding alone, after being mocked and shown disgust by Jagger and his gang, it couldn't be helped that it created a wound in Finley's heart. Deep down, he thought Owen might abandon him because of this.
Therefore, Owen speaking those words was like a warm embrace soothing the deepest part of Finley's soul, until he was so moved he couldn't speak.
"You are still the same 'Finley' I know... Even though it surprised me a little at first to know that the cute younger sister turned into a younger brother," Owen laughed softly to reduce the tension. "But screw that... Being a woman or a man is just the outer shell."
"I only need the same 'Finley' who smiles for me... the one who worries about me... Just be yourself and be happy with who you are. You don't need to change yourself or try to be strong for me. Understand?"
These words of Owen didn't come from a 'System Choice' option at all. They were words from the bottom of his heart, and it seemed that sincerity reached the person in front of him completely.
Ding!
A system notification sound rang in Owen's head, accompanied by a pink message window popping up in front of him.
…
[ Congratulations! You have successfully cleared Finley's trauma: "Worthlessness" and "Gender Secret" have been completely destroyed! ]
[ Result: "Finley's" Affection +20 Points ]
[ Relationship: Finley
Affection: 80/100
Current Status: Love, Worship
Note: Finley has devoted their entire heart to you! ]
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The moment the system voice ended, Finley couldn't hold back the dam of tears any longer.
"Brother Oweeeennnn!!"
The small body in the nurse outfit lunged at Owen with full force. Two arms hugged his neck tightly. The sweet face buried itself into his bare chest full of muscles, sobbing loudly without shame.
"I... Hic... I... I love you the most... Love Brother Owen the most..."
A muffled voice came from his chest. "Why are you so good to me... Waaaa..."
"I promise..." Finley looked up through tears, a fiercely determined gaze appearing amidst the clear drops. "I promise I will make myself more useful to you... I won't be just a burden anymore... I will do everything to make you proud. Hic..."
Owen smiled faintly as he hugged the small body back, stroking that fragile back to comfort him.
A certain feeling formed in Owen's chest... It was a new feeling. It was the first time he felt 'Love' and 'Adoration' for a fellow male human this much...
It wasn't just sexual desire alone. It was a mixture of pure love, a desire to protect, and an indescribable bond... Whether it was due to the cute appearance that looked like a doll, or the beautiful, pure heart of this 20-year-old young man.
'Ah... Damn it. Hugging him tight like this, I can't distinguish that he's a man even more,' Owen thought amusingly in his mind, inhaling the faint scent from Finley's hair.
When he had let Finley cry until satisfied, Owen slowly pushed the small body away slightly to look at his face clearly. He used his thumb to wipe the tear stains at the corner of the young man's eye, before making a mischievous face to change the atmosphere.
"Alright... Stop crying now. Swollen eyes won't be pretty."
Owen swept his eyes over the short nurse outfit Finley was wearing again. The smile at the corner of his mouth rose higher.
"By the way... Can you explain who chose this outfit for you? The taste is actually quite good... Or is this part of the 'Treatment' too?"
That question made Finley, who had just been moved to tears, turn bright red until steam almost came out of his ears again. He hurriedly looked down at his outfit and used his hands to cover the skirt frantically.
"N... No! It was... Sister Iris!" Finley made excuses, tongue tied. "Sister Iris said... if I wear this, Brother Owen will... will recover faster... So I..."
"Hahaha! Okay, okay, I believe you."
Owen laughed heartily with happiness. His laughter echoed throughout the recovery room, chasing away the gloom and pain of war until nothing remained. Leaving only a faint pink atmosphere filled with understanding... and a love that transcended every limit of definition.
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