In the pristine white hospital room, sunlight spilled onto the sunflowers on the windowsill.
Ye Feng looked at the pensive Elysia and smiled. "Are you here to be my assistant too? Then change into this outfit first."
Ye Feng tapped the 'Change Outfit' button, and a pure white nurse's uniform with white silk stockings appeared on Elysia, making her look like an angel.
However, the high heels on her feet accentuated the curves of her figure, adding a touch of sexiness.
"...Mr. Ye Feng? Didn't you say..."
"My dear Ellie, you're such a naughty girl. You should know what I meant. I said I wouldn't fuck you, not that I wouldn't play with you. As long as I don't go inside, it's fine, right? Ah, and of course, rest assured, even just rubbing up against you is not allowed."
Ye Feng crossed his hands in front of him, making an "X" gesture at Elysia.
"..."
Alright, so that's how it was.
However,
"Okay... it's a little hard to breathe."
Elysia looked down, and the snake's gaze followed hers. They could see that the white nurse's uniform had been turned into a skin-tight outfit on Miss Elf. The buttons on her chest were under astonishing elastic potential energy, looking as if they would burst off in the next second.
"Elysia, you've gotten fat again," the snake remarked.
"No, I haven't. I weighed myself when I came here, and it's still the same. The clothes are just too small."
Ye Feng nodded. "It is indeed a size smaller. It was meant to highlight this effect. You see, Snake, the fabric is also specially made with enough elasticity to stretch taut... hmm, and just like your handkerchief, Snake, it's also black lace."
"Eh?"
Elysia covered her chest with her hands, her eyes leveling a pitiful accusation at Ye Feng.
"We're practically an old married couple, what's there to hide?" Mobius said with a charming smile, her tone dripping with sarcasm.
Ye Feng also chimed in, "You came here this time to gain a deeper understanding of my personality and behavioral habits, didn't you, Elysia? Yes, yes, I will show you everything so you can fully understand me."
"Eeeh, you saw through that too, Mr. Ye Feng?"
Mobius leaned against the operating table, a glint in her serpentine eyes. "Only through observation can one analyze, and only through analysis can one control. Hmm, just like a scientific experiment. Elysia, are you planning to master my Father?"
"Master? Such an ambitious word isn't suitable for a maiden as lovely as a flower, Mobius."
"Heh," Mobius sneered, her eyes twinkling as if she were brewing another scheme.
Ye Feng sat on the edge of the bed and looked at the curled-up Yuexia. "You seem to be drenched in sweat. That won't do; you'll catch a cold. Ellie, fetch a basin of warm water and a dry towel."
"Okay."
Elysia cast a worried glance at the huddled Yuexia and turned to walk into the bathroom.
Miss Elf, clad in her white-stockinged nurse uniform, was a pleasing sight to behold, her every movement revealing an extremely beautiful curve.
Soon, the sound of running water came from the bathroom.
Yuexia sat up. After the stimulation from the silver cross, her thin hospital gown was stuck to her snow-white skin. The damp, slightly transparent fabric was suffused with steam, making her entire person look succulent and ripe for the picking.
"I never thought a silver cross would have such a strong effect. And... my bloodlust impulse... seems to have been stirred up."
It was like feeling hungry after excessive exercise.
This was the reason Yuexia had remained curled up on the bed.
She was suppressing her urge to drink blood.
While it wasn't overwhelmingly strong... it was like getting aroused while watching cat videos alone late at night. Going with the flow was much easier than fighting the current.
Clack, clack, clack.
Elysia, stepping in her high heels, walked over with a basin of warm water.
"Give it to me."
Ye Feng took a dry towel, dipped it into the warm water, wrung it out, dipped it in again, and wrung it out once more.
"?"
Hearing the dripping water, Yuexia turned, her pupils shrinking.
W-wait a minute.
"...You're... you're going to wipe me down?"
"Miss Yuexia looks very weak, after all."
"N-no, that's not necessary. I can do it myself... no, wait, my constitution isn't susceptible to colds in the first place."
"No, no, no, 'Theresa' lying in bed with a cold, panting hotly, is a classic CG. I can still picture it in my mind right now."
"?"
"Alright, be good. Don't move."
Yuexia's eyes widened. "I know. My sister told me about situations like this. You're... a smelly man trying to take advantage of me, aren't you?"
She then looked at Elysia and Mobius.
At least let them do it.
"That's not allowed. They are my assistant nurses, not your personal maids."
"Attending physicians don't wipe down their patients' bodies either."
Ye Feng's words directly shut down Elysia, who had been about to step forward. Miss Elf knew very well that while Mr. Ye Feng could be reasoned with, once he decided on something, he would see it through to the end.
Ye Feng knelt on the hospital bed. "A doctor has a benevolent heart. It's nothing for me to suffer a little loss."
"..."
Listen to that. Are those the words of a human being?
Before Yuexia could react, Ye Feng began to gently wipe her forehead with the warm, damp towel.
His expression was so focused, his movements so gentle.
The sensation transmitted through his fingertips was as tender and meticulous as her sister's touch.
Yuexia blinked her small eyes, her memory growing hazy for a moment— "Ngh..."
Ye Feng's hand had slipped down, scurrying like a little white mouse under her flimsy hospital gown.
"You..."
"I can't very well strip my patient naked, now can I?"
"...You're being so considerate. Should I be thanking you for this?"
"Don't mention it. A doctor has the heart of a parent. It's all part of my duty."
Ye Feng's hand darted left and thrust right, and the thin hospital gown bulged up, forming a roaming "little mound."
Yuexia had never felt as strange as she did today.
The slight bloodlust impulse made the Ye Feng before her seem incredibly fragrant... Although she had only ever attacked females before, Ye Feng didn't seem entirely out of the question as "food."
Yet, this "food" was pressed so closely against her, practically tempting her to commit a crime. The urge to drink blood grew stronger.
But the sensation from his touch was like a trickle of cool water flowing over her, gradually clearing her feverish and muddled mind.
Yuexia could clearly feel contact beyond the fabric. Perhaps the towel was too small for him to grasp with one hand, as his fingertips were always exposed, scraping against her skin.
Because a man's fingers were rough, Yuexia had never been so keenly aware of how smooth her own skin was.
Ye Feng's technique was masterful, like that of the most top-tier masseur.
Yuexia, who had initially been tense and resistant, slowly began to relax, as if Ye Feng's hand had naturally become one with her own body...