Chapter 259: Chapter 259: I’m Not A Prostitute!

Mika slowly placed Cecilia back onto the hospital bed, his mind reeling over Fauna’s bizarre reaction.

Was she genuinely unbothered, or was she simply acting that way to cope?

The confusion was maddening.

But just as he was lost in thought, Cecilia’s voice, small and apologetic, came from behind him.

"I-I’m so sorry, Mika." She choked out, voice tiny and guilty. "I was sure I locked the door—I swear I did! I never meant for Lady Fauna to see you...I mean us like this...I’m so sorry for that..."

Mika blinked, stunned.

She was apologizing.

After everything he had done, after he’d turned her first time into a three-hour marathon of debauchery—she was the one apologizing.

He expected her to blame him; he was the one who had escalated the situation and caused the public embarrassment.

Yet here she was, apologizing for a mistake she didn’t even commit.

This only reaffirmed his feeling that she was a truly good and sincere person, and along with that the guilt over using her grew immense.

Something painful twisted in his chest and he didn’t want her to feel bad, so he sat beside her and then to her surprise—gently lifted her trembling body, and settled her on his lap.

His still-hard cock pressed against her ass, making her squeak and blush anew, but he simply wrapped his arms around her waist and rested his chin on her shoulder.

"Hey." He murmured, lips brushing her ear. "Stop that. None of this is your fault."

"But—"

"You probably did lock it. Fauna has the master card—she can open any room she wants. And even if you didn’t lock it, I’m the one who started this. I’m the one who couldn’t keep my hands off you."

"But even still..." Cecilia leaned into him but still looked sad. "...I did something wrong, and I got caught by my mentor. A-And...I don’t know how she’ll think of this matter, or how she’s going to look at me after this."

She fought to maintain a weak smile.

"I mean, I was caught doing something like this with her own son...Lady Fauna will probably hate me after this and won’t even look at me anymore."

The full gravity of the situation finally dawned on her, and she looked close to tears.

Mika couldn’t bear her distress. He kissed her neck again.

"Don’t worry about that, Cecilia. I’ll handle all of that. I’ll make sure to talk to her and make sure everything will be alright."

Cecilia turned in his arms, eyes glassy with unshed tears.

"You really think it’ll be okay? That she’ll just...forget walking in on her son covering my face?"

"Honestly?" Mika gave a helpless little laugh. "With Fauna and how she reacted, I’m starting to think she might actually just shrug it off."

Cecilia managed a watery smile, then hiccupped, wiping at her cheek and accidentally smearing more cum across her face.

She looked so miserable and adorable that Mika’s guilt finally won.

He reached out into empty air and somehow pulled out four thick research folders.

Cecilia’s eyes widened behind her fogged glasses.

"Those titles..." She breathed. "Mana-Human Symbiotic Resonance? Uterine Barrier Fluctuation Under High-Magic Stress? These are the papers everyone’s been fighting over for years!"

"Yeah." Mika said quietly, rubbing slow circles on her bare thigh. "I’ve been working on them in my spare time, but I’m swamped. Most of the data is there; I just need someone brilliant to edit, finish the hypotheses, and write the conclusions."

He met her eyes, serious as he went on to say,

"The truth was going to look for a co-author anyway. But after watching you in the delivery room today and seeing how dedicated you are...I thought you might be the perfect person."

Cecilia’s excitement over the files was instant and overwhelming.

The thrill of handling such important research almost made her forget the humiliation.

But then, she realized the timing and the motivation behind his actions.

Instantly she was offended and turned to glare at Mika.

"Don’t you dare treat me like some prostitute you have to pay off, Mika!"

She snapped, voice shaking with indignation.

"I slept with you because I wanted to, not for research credit! I don’t need bribes or guilt gifts for losing my virginity in a hospital bed!"

Mika blinked, taken aback, then let out a soft laugh.

"You saw right through me." He admitted. "Yeah...I felt like shit for how I used you to vent my frustrations and for Fauna walking in. I thought handing you these would make me feel less like an asshole."

"But even without all of that, Cecilia..." He pulled back, expression earnest. "I still would’ve given these to you. You’re the best candidate I’ve seen in years. You’re brilliant, you’re passionate, and you care. I’m not lying about that."

Cecilia searched his face, cheeks still flushed, cum drying on her skin, glasses slightly crooked.

But no matter how much she searched she couldn’t see a single lie and only saw a sincere expression on his face.

Seeing that he wasn’t lying, her glare softened into something shy, wondering, and finally a tiny, flustered smile tugged at her lips.

"You...really mean that?"

"Completely." He said, brushing a strand of hair from her forehead, smearing a little more cum in the process without noticing. "No bribes. Just the truth."

She looked down at the folders, then back up at him, eyes still red-rimmed but sparkling with something like hope.

"Then...I’ll do it." She whispered. "I’ll finish them with you."

"Good." Mika nodded bus head before saying, "And I’ll handle Fauna. Promise."

And just like that the tension in the room had evaporated, replaced by a strange, wholesome warmth.

The disastrous moment had surprisingly transformed into a professional opportunity and a moment of genuine connection.

Cecilia herself was particularly excited, her fingers tracing the titles of the groundbreaking folders she held.

"I still can’t believe you’re trusting me with these..." She whispered, voice soft with wonder.

But then, something thick, heavy, and unmistakably alive dropped against the cleft of her ass.

Cecilia froze.

Slowly, timidly, she turned her head and she saw that Mika’s cock, still slick from everything they’d done, was hardening again, rising like it had never spent itself at all.

The fat head nudged insistently between her cheeks, leaving a fresh smear of precum on her skin.

"M-Mika...?" She squeaked, eyes wide behind crooked glasses. "What are you doing...?"

Mika’s hands settled on her waist, fingers splaying possessively over the curve of her hips. He gave a slow thrust of his hips, sliding that monstrous length up and down the valley of her ass.

"I was going to be good and stop." He murmured, voice low and teasing against her ear. "But then Fauna literally told us to keep going. So I thought, why waste such perfect permission?"

He punctuated the sentence by pinching one tender nipple and twisting gently, drawing a sharp, needy whimper from her throat.

"Mika—no, we can’t—" She tried, even as her back arched into his touch. "Lady Fauna just left, someone could come back any second—"

"She said ’carry on.’" He reminded her, lips brushing the shell of her ear. "And right now this cock is still rock-hard and aching. Not to mention, you’re a doctor, Cecilia."

"Isn’t it your duty to relieve pain and suffering?"

He guided one of her hands down between them, wrapping her fingers around his shaft. Even with both hands she couldn’t close around the girth.

"Look how swollen it is." He crooned, giving her hand a gentle pump. "If I don’t get relief, it’ll hurt all night."

"...You wouldn’t leave a patient in pain, would you?"

Cecilia stared up at him.

He widened his eyes just a fraction, tilted his head, and put on the most unfairly adorable pout she had ever seen on a grown man: big, pleading, impossible to refuse.

She groaned, long and defeated.

"When Lady Fauna told me how spoiled you were." She muttered, cheeks flaming. "I thought she was just an indulgent mother."

"But it turns out the problem is that you have the most ridiculous cute face in existence and it’s literally impossible to say no to you."

Mika’s answering grin was pure victory, while Cecilia let out a resigned little laugh, set the precious folders carefully on the bedside table and slid off his lap.

She sank to her knees on the cold tile between his spread thighs.

His cock towered in front of her face: thick, flushed, veins pulsing, the head glossy with leftover cum and her own juices. A single bead of fresh precum welled at the slit and rolled slowly down the underside.

Cecilia looked up at him one last time, met that affectionate smile, and whispered,

"Just this once more...because I’m a terrible doctor who can’t leave a patient suffering."

Then she opened her mouth and took him in.

"Lick!♡~ Mmph!♡~ Ahh!♡~ Suck!♡~"

The first taste—salty, musky, them—made her moan around him.

She sank down slowly, eyes fluttering shut, cheeks hollowing as she sucked with soft, worshipful pulls. Her tongue traced every ridge, swirled around the head, lapped at the slit like she was savoring the finest dessert.

Mika’s hand settled gently on her head, fingers threading through her hair.

"Good girl." He breathed, voice rough with affection. "Just like that...take care of me."

He guided her deeper, slow and steady, until her nose brushed his abdomen and her throat fluttered around him.

"Mmm!♡~ Ahhh!♡~ Slurp!♡~ Nnn!♡~"

Cecilia’s hands gripped his thighs for balance, nails digging in as she bobbed, sloppy and eager, saliva and cum mixing and dripping down her chin.

Every time she pulled back, strands of spit and seed connected her lips to his cock, obscene and perfect.

"Ahh!♡~ Suck!♡~ Mmph!♡~ Lick!♡~"

Every time she sank down again, her throat bulged visibly, and Mika groaned like he was dying and going to heaven at the same time.

"Fuck, Cecilia...your mouth is unreal." He rasped, hips rocking gently to meet her. "Knew you’d be quick learner at this too."

She hummed around him, the vibration making his thighs tense.

One of her hands even slipped down to cup his heavy balls, rolling them gently, while the other wrapped around the base she still couldn’t quite reach.

Minutes blurred.

The only sounds were wet slurps, her soft moans, his ragged breathing, and the occasional whispered praise.

"Mmph!♡~ Mmm!♡~ Slurp!♡~ Ahhh!♡~"

"Deeper, Cecilia...yeah, just like that...swallow me whole...god, you’re made for this..."

When his hips started to stutter, she doubled her efforts, cheeks hollow, tongue flicking, throat working around him until—

Mika’s fingers tightened in her hair.

"I’m coming!" He warned, voice breaking.

But she didn’t pull off.

The first thick pulse hit the back of her tongue.

She swallowed greedily, eyes watering, throat fluttering, taking every spurt until he was spent and shuddering.

Only then did she pull back, lips swollen and shiny, a final strand of cum bridging her mouth to his softening cock before breaking.

She licked her lips, sat back on her heels, and looked up at him with a shy, sated smile.

Mika stared down at her: glasses askew, face painted, chest heaving, utterly debauched and utterly beautiful, and felt something warm settle in his chest that had nothing to do with lust.

He reached down, cupped her cum-streaked cheek, and brushed a gentle thumb over her swollen bottom lip.

"Best doctor I’ve ever had."

He murmured, voice soft to which she Cecilia’s blush deepened, before she leaned back into taking his cock deep into her mouth again.

Outside, the hospital carried on, oblivious.

But inside room 212, the folders waited patiently on the table, the bed was ruined beyond saving, and two people who had walked in as strangers were now something else entirely and having the time of their lives.