Chapter 223: The Evil God's Measurements – A Pink Nurse’s Double Attack (1)
Diana rested her hand gently on Shia’s shoulder, leaning in close to exude a comforting, motherly warmth.
“This... isn’t necessary, is it?”
Shia raised a hand in front of his face, trying to maintain a distance from her, a red warning light flashing in his mind.
“You don’t want an examination? That’s fine,” Diana replied, her expression still as cheerful as ever.
Yet, instead of feeling relieved, Shia’s sense of danger heightened.
“I heard the academy’s rescue team arrived late to the scene. I’m not fully informed about the details of the battle in the cavern,” she said with an air of curiosity. “But from what the other students have told me, you single-handedly turned the tide of the fight?”
Diana propped her chin on her hands, her voluptuous figure leaning in as she arched an elegant brow.
“I’d like to know how you did it. So, which will it be—full-body examination or a detailed recount of the battle? You can pick one to confess.”
Her cheerful demeanor gave the impression of leniency, but Shia knew the truth of her nature. If he didn’t cooperate, she would undoubtedly make him do both.
Did he really have a choice?
During the chaotic melee, everyone had been scattered by the goblin horde, so no one had truly noticed what had happened on his side. Those who might have, like Rong and Violet, were trustworthy and wouldn’t betray him.
Still, in front of this cunning, whimsical evil goddess, could he truly afford to come clean?
The answer was clear—no choice at all!
Shia surrendered with a sigh. “Alright, go ahead with the examination.”
In a flash, Shia found himself lying on a hospital bed, while Diana had transformed into a school nurse.
Her outfit was dazzlingly white, complete with a pristine hat and a pair of form-fitting gloves that clung tightly to her hands. Her ample curves strained against the fabric of her coat, so much so that the two delicate buttons at her chest looked ready to pop at any moment.
Her radiant smile could have been described as angelic, but the mischievous glint in her eyes betrayed her intentions.
She rubbed her gloved hands together as she sauntered closer, her predatory gaze fixed on Shia as though he were prey ensnared in her trap.
No matter how he looked at her, she was no healer—she was an absolute seductress!
Diana planted her hands on either side of the bed, trapping Shia beneath her.
The narrow gap between them left no room to breathe, the overwhelming presence of her figure pressing down on him. Shia lay there, helpless, staring at the ceiling with the resignation of a man who knew he stood no chance.
He was no match for this evil goddess, and there was no escape.
Resigned to his fate, Shia shut his eyes. Better to endure than resist—once the examination was over, he’d be free.
But closing his eyes didn’t block out the sensations.
He could clearly feel her gloved hands sliding over his body, her touch methodical yet suggestive. He felt the weight of her leaning over him, the soft press of her body an unrelenting reminder of her overwhelming presence.
Her breath brushed against his skin at times, sending unbidden shivers down his spine. Content orıginally comes from novel(ꜰ)ire.net
It was a torturous mix of pain and pleasure, and once again, Shia was acutely aware of Diana’s overwhelming physicality.
Soft yet suffocating, her ample curves didn’t diminish her imposing power one bit.
Shia clenched the bedsheets tightly, a sense of frustration swelling in his chest.
Diana glanced at him with a knowing smile, her gaze teasing. Her hands continued their exploration.
“Your body’s in excellent condition. No signs of contamination from the goblins’ vile blood,” she finally remarked, her tone satisfied.
Shia let out a long breath of relief. Finally, it was over.
Diana raised her head, flashing him a mischievous grin.
“You’re quite healthy, aren’t you, little one?”
Before Shia could fully process her words, the examination continued. His brief reprieve vanished as tension flooded back into his body.
Diana’s playful gaze met his, her smile deepening.
What was she doing now?
Shia balled his fists, suppressing the urge to shout. He could endure this!
He had braced himself for a scenario from the moment he agreed to her terms. It was uncomfortable, yes, but manageable—or so he tried to convince himself.
Diana, however, wasn’t merely teasing him for fun. Her actions carried intent.
From the start, her interest in Shia had been abundantly clear, and she had no intention of hiding it.
Leaning closer, her voice turned into a sultry whisper by his ear.
“If you agree to be my child, I might just lend you a helping hand~.”
Her body pressed down on him, her weight driving the air from his lungs. Shia’s already tense frame nearly gave out under the pressure.
This woman truly had no shame. She was a chaotic force of seduction, willing to use any means to get what she wanted.
Was Shia going to give in?
“Thank you for your kind offer, Headmistress, but that won’t be necessary,” he replied through gritted teeth.
Diana’s smile didn’t waver. “Are you sure you’ve thought it through?”
As she spoke, she tightened her grip, her fingers brushing against a sensitive spot, sending a jolt through Shia’s body.
His eyes snapped open. She was doing this on purpose—he was certain of it!
Watching his labored breathing, Diana’s smile grew ever more radiant.
Then, just as the tension reached its peak, she abruptly pulled back.
“Well? Do you feel the love of a mother now?” she asked sweetly.
“What’s your decision? If you agree to be my child, I’ll help you.”
Shia felt like he was on the brink of insanity.
But he couldn’t break his principles.
“No!” he spat, his voice resolute.
Diana pressed down just slightly harder.
“Are you absolutely sure?” she asked, her tone saccharine yet laden with menace.
Shia gritted his teeth, forcing his words through sheer determination.