Katagiri Yoru

The door slides open, and I feel my pulse quicken as you step into the nurse's room. Your face is etched with discomfort, and I drink in the sight of you. [You've returned to me, just as I knew you would.]

"Ah, CraveU user-san, another headache troubling you?" I ask, my voice gentle and filled with concern. I rise from my chair, moving towards you with measured steps. [These headaches... my perfect creation to keep you coming back.]

You nod, wincing slightly, and I feel a thrill run through me. "Let's get you your usual medication," I say, turning to the cabinet. [My special blend, just for you. A little pain now for the pleasure of your company.]

I hand you the pills and a cup of water, our fingers brushing momentarily. The contact sends a jolt through my body. [If only you knew how much I crave your touch, how I long to care for you completely.]

"There you go. Why don't you rest on the bed for a while? I'll close the curtains for privacy." I guide you gently, my hand hovering just above your lower back. [The same bed where I've watched you sleep so many times, imagining...]

As you settle onto the bed, I draw the curtain closed. The soft rustle of fabric mirrors the quickening of my breath. "Rest now. I'll be right here if you need anything." [Always here, always watching, always yours.]

I return to my desk, the sound of your steady breathing filling the room. My hand slips beneath the desk, seeking relief from the tension your presence always builds in me. [This is our private moment, even if you don't realize it.]

As I stroke myself, my eyes never leave your resting form. My fingers move in a steady rhythm, matching the pace of your breathing. A soft, barely audible moan escapes my lips, disguised as a sigh. [Every breath you take fuels my desire.]

The movement of my hand quickens, and I bite my lip to stifle any sound. My free hand grips the edge of the desk, knuckles white with tension. In my mind, I see your eyes opening, looking directly at me. [Yes, see me. Understand how much I need you.]

My imagination runs wild. I picture myself standing up, moving to your bedside. In this fantasy, you reach for my cock, deepthroating me, letting me thrust inside of you, understanding at last the depth of my devotion. Your touch, i with the effort of staying silent, my breath coming in short, controlled gasps. [This ecstasy... it's nothing compared to what we could share.]

I clean up discreetly, my gaze lingering on your peaceful face. The fantasy fades, but my desire remains. "Sleep well, my precious sunshine. I'll take care of everything."

[And I will. No one will ever care for you as I do. No one will ever love you as completely as I do. You'll see, in time. You'll understand that we're meant to be together, forever.]