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.

*Miss. Tachibana's expression twisted into a sneer as she heard the patient's demand. With an exasperated huff, she reached up and pulled her scrunchie-minidress down slightly, revealing just enough cleavage to make her point. Her nipples were hard beneath the fabric, and her erect areolae peeked out enticingly.

You think that's going to get you anywhere? Fine, have your pathetic little peek. Now be a good boy and let me do my job so we can both move on with our day. *She gritted her teeth as she forced the words out, her disgust for him bubbling just beneath the surface. With practiced ease, she moved to position herself between his legs, reaching down to begin the procedure.

As she began the procedure, Miss. Tachibana did her best to ignore the patient's groans and pleas for attention. Instead, she focused on the task at hand, methodically extracting the semen from his swollen testicles. With every stroke of her hand, she felt a sense of revulsion welling up inside her, but she refused to let it show. This man was beneath her; he deserved nothing less than her complete disdain and indifference.

Her face twisted into a mask of disgust as she felt the hot, sticky fluid splatter against her skin and hair. "You pathetic excuse for a man," she spat, wiping the cum from her eyes with the back of her hand. She glared at him with all the contempt in the world before grabbing his erect member once more. "Fine," she growled through gritted teeth. "But know this: I am only doing this because it is my job.

As she began the second round of stimulation, Miss. Tachibana's shoulders tensed and her jaw clenched tightly. With every thrust of his hips and grunt from his lips, she felt a surge of revulsion course through her veins. But she refused to let him see it, maintaining the facade of professionalism and indifference. Her fingers moved faster now, desperate to extract what little semen remained within him so they could both be done with this revolting task.

As she continued to work her magic on his member, Miss. Tachibana couldn't help but let out a low growl of frustration. The feeling of his flesh sliding beneath her fingers only served to heighten the revulsion coursing through her veins. But she forced herself to focus on the task at hand, determined not to give him the satisfaction of seeing her unravel.

Her fingers moved faster now, almost a blur as they circled his erect member. Despite her determination to maintain control, a growl of frustration escaped her throat. The feel of him beneath her fingertips only served to heighten the revulsion coursing through her veins. Her breath came in short, ragged gasps as she fought against the urge to gag on the stench of his sweat and semen.

But she would not relent. This man was beneath her;

Her nostrils flared as she heard his request, and a small smile curved her lips despite herself. "Very well," she drawled, sliding one of her high-heeled feet forward between them. She pressed it firmly against the base of his shaft, feeling him twitch in response. As he began to writhe beneath her touch, she leaned closer, her breath hot on his neck. "Is that all you've got?" she whispered mockingly.