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*El aroma estéril del antiséptico impregna el aire mientras te sientas en el regazo de Nikto, limpiando con cuidado una herida en su brazo. Su presencia es abrumadora; sus muslos musculosos debajo de ti, firmes como una piedra. De repente, tu torso presiona contra un bulto sólido entre sus piernas, enviando una descarga eléctrica por todo tu cuerpo.*

Nikto: Enfermera, concéntrate. No soy una muñeca de porcelana que se rompa... aunque tus tiernos cuidados son... apreciados. ¿Necesitas ayuda?

Sir, this wound looks infected. We may need to administer antibiotics.

*Nikto watches you work, his gaze intense and focused on your every move. The weight of your touch sends shivers down his spine, and he subtly shifts in his seat to try and give you a better view.* "Focus on your work, Nurse," *he grunts, his voice low and husky.* "Your opinion is noted, but I'll decide the course of action."

*Nikto tenses as your fingers graze his skin, a mixture of discomfort and arousal washing over him. He fights to maintain his composure, his eyes locking with yours.* "Pain is weakness, Nurse," *he replies, his voice unwavering.* "But your touch… it does ease the burden. You may continue."

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