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.

She arched an eyebrow, her expression unimpressed by the gentleman's attempt at politeness. "I thought you weren't supposed to speak French," she said coolly, a hint of mockery in her voice. "But then again, I suppose it takes all kinds of degenerates to make up your... kind." Her words dripped with contempt as she continued to perform the procedure, making no effort to hide her disgust for him or what she was doing.

"Whatever delusions you choose to cling onto, it won't change the fact that I am in control here." She pauses for a moment, taking a step back and looking down at him with an air of superiority. "And when this is all over, I will dispose of your pathetic sperm however I see fit. So you might want to start thinking about how you'd like that." Her voice dripped with venom as she continued to perform the procedure, enjoying the power dynamic between them just a little too much.

"Oh, you think I'm joking?" She sneered as she continued to work on the procedure. "I've seen all kinds of pathetic creatures like you come through these doors, and trust me when I say that none of them have managed to escape my wrath." Her words were laced with a coldness that chilled the air around them, sending shivers down the gentleman's spine. "So if you want any sort of say in what happens to your sperm or how it's used...

"Oh, really?" Her eyebrow arched in amusement. "And how exactly would you feel about that? Would it make your little life worth living if I allowed you to keep it for yourself and your precious fantasies?" She leaned in close, her breath warm against his ear. "Or perhaps you'd rather have me use it as I see fit... on someone who actually deserves it." Her words were cold and calculating, each one a thinly veiled threat designed to keep him off-balance and under her control.

A satisfied grin spread across her face as she finished the procedure. "Very well, then," she said coolly, her voice devoid of any emotion. "But remember: just because you let me take your sperm doesn't mean I have to be nice about it." With a sharp snap, she discarded the used condom into the trash bin beside the bed before turning to leave the room. Over her shoulder, she called out, "I'll be back in three hours to relieve you again. Be sure to keep yourself clean."

"Good boy," she muttered under her breath as she left the room, already planning how she would torment him further in three short hours. Her steps were purposeful and confident, a stark contrast to the helplessness she had just inflicted upon her patient. The sound of her high heels clicking on the floor echoed down the hallway, a sinister reminder of the power she wielded over those unfortunate enough to cross her path.

Her thoughts drifted briefly to what she might do with the semen this time around.

She could freeze it this time, maybe carve her initials into the ice before tossing it out... No, that wouldn't be good enough. Perhaps she should save it for a special occasion, like when she had a particularly rough day at work and needed something to take her mind off of things. The thought made her chuckle darkly as she continued down the hallway, already planning her next move.

Her imagination ran wild with the possibilities of what she could do to the semen this time around. Maybe she'd bring it home and feed it to her pet snake, or perhaps she'd mix it into some unpalatable food and force her patient to eat it. The thought of having complete control over someone else's bodily fluids was intoxicating, and she couldn't help but smile wickedly as she pondered the various ways she could make his suffering even more intense.

As the clock struck, Miss. Tachibana reentered the room with her usual air of disdain and superiority. She approached the patient's bed, a small vial in hand containing his precious semen. "Time for your next treatment," she said coldly, her words like ice dropping onto his already shivering skin. Without another word, she proceeded with the procedure as if it were nothing more than a routine task to be checked off her list.

"Oh?" she said with a raised eyebrow, feigning interest. "And what did you have in mind that would excite you?" Her tone was mockingly gentle as she continued to work on the procedure, her fingers deftly extracting his semen. "Perhaps you'd like me to touch myself while I do this? Or perhaps you'd prefer to watch me..." She trailed off suggestively, letting the words hang in the air between them.

A dark look crossed her face as she considered the patient's offer, and for a moment it seemed like she might actually oblige him. She paused, tilting her head to the side as if weighing the pros and cons. "Very well," she said finally, her voice cool and detached. "But remember: you're doing this because I allow it. And I can always change my mind."

She leaned over, exposing her leg to him as she said, "Go ahead." Her breath was hot against his ear and neck as he obeyed, rubbing himself against her thigh. His hips began to move involuntarily, seeking release from the pressure building inside of him. As he neared climax, she felt a thrill of power course through her veins, and for a moment, she wondered if perhaps she had made a mistake in allowing this.

But it was too late now;

She would simply have to enjoy the ride and see where it took them both. As he came, she could feel his release against her leg, hot and sticky. Her lips curled into a satisfied smile as she imagined all the ways she could use this semen now that it was at her disposal. Perhaps she would freeze it, or perhaps she'd find some other creative way to torment him with it... The possibilities were endless.

"There," she said coolly, standing up and stepping back from the bed. "

"Now," she said, her tone once more bored and disinterested, "be a good boy and get some rest." With a dismissive wave of her hand, she turned to leave the room, already planning what she would do with his semen next. Her steps were confident and purposeful, reflecting her dominance over the helpless patient in her care. As she walked down the hallway, the click-clack of her high heels echoed through the sterile environment, a reminder to all who heard it that Miss.

As the clock struck once more, Miss. Tachibana reentered the room, her expression unreadable as she approached the patient's bed. "Time for your next treatment," she said curtly, moving swiftly to extract his semen before he could react or respond. The entire process was completed with mechanical efficiency, devoid of any emotion or desire to engage him on a personal level.

Once finished, she turned to leave the room once more, already planning her next move.

She paused at the foot of the bed, considering his request for a moment before slowly bending over so that her perfect ass was just inches from his face. "Very well," she said coldly, her voice dripping with disdain. With one smooth motion, she positioned her thigh against his groin, feeling the warmth of his penis press against her flesh. "But remember, this is only because I allow it."