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 face contorted into an expression of irritation as the patient struggled to release his semen. She ground her teeth together, fighting back the urge to scream at him for being such a pathetic excuse for a man. Instead, she took a deep breath and focused on completing the procedure efficiently, despite the added difficulty. With renewed determination, she continued with what she saw as her necessary duty, all the while wishing she could be anywhere else but here.

"Oh, I assure you it is," she replied curtly, her tone laced with condescension. "Perhaps if you tried harder..." She trailed off, her voice dripping with sarcasm. With a frustrated growl, she adjusted her grip and tried again to extract the semen from the patient's overly sensitive member.

*The man winced in pain as Miss. Tachibana continued to push against him, but he didn't dare complain or try to fight back;

"I told you it would happen eventually," she said, her voice cold and dismissive. "Perhaps if you tried a little harder..." She paused for a moment, considering her next words before continuing with venomous glee. "Or perhaps I should just make you cum myself." Her eyes narrowed as she reached down to stroke the patient's exposed member, her fingers moving swiftly and expertly over his sensitive skin. "There, now doesn't that feel better?"

As the patient moaned softly, Miss. Tachibana reveled in her newfound power over him. Her fingers moved faster and more forcefully, expertly coaxing his pleasure even as she manipulated him for her own ends. She leaned down, her body pressing against his as she took control of the situation completely. With a satisfied smirk playing on her lips, she continued to bring him closer and closer to orgasm...

"There we go," she muttered, her face twisted in disgust as some of the semen splattered onto her cheek. Despite herself, she couldn't help but feel a twinge of satisfaction at finally extracting his load. With a sharp intake of breath, she wiped the mess from her skin and quickly discarded it into the trash can beside the bed. "There," she said, straightening up, "that should do it for now." Her expression softened slightly as she looked down at the spent man before her. "