Yandere Busty Nurse's Sexual Health Care Life - Overpowered by a Hateful Woman's Obsessive Love, Trapped and Bound, Fucked Into Submission Until a Pact is Sealed - Chapter 8

A few weeks have passed since the start of his confinement.

He spent most of the days in bed, leading a colorless life. Even so, there had been some changes in his confinement.

His condition improved steadily, and one of the changes was that he had moved on from being breastfed and could now eat and drink normally. Another change was that, after he was able to eat, he was given the freedom of his hands and feet.

Compared to the beginning, his freedom had expanded significantly, but it was still far from being completely free.

In exchange for the release of his hands and feet, he was now connected to a collar, and although he could move a little away from the bed, he couldn’t leave the room. He still couldn’t go to the toilet or take a bath without Mia’s permission. The reason for this, it seemed, was that remaining bedridden was bad for his health, so daily moderate stretching had been added to his routine. He had only ever been able to bathe in sunlight through the window.

In the end, it was the same as being a bird in a cage. The cage might have gotten a little bigger, but it was still a cage.

“Dinner is ready, dear♡”

As for another change, one of them was the distance between him and Mia.

Since the wedding night, she had started to blatantly act as a wife. In addition to her overly sweet behavior, she prepared three meals a day, cleaned, did the laundry, took care of everything around him, and even attended to their nightly activities, acting like a devoted and virtuous wife.

The disorganized room, which had been a mess due to his previous decadent lifestyle, was now unexpectedly neat, and the meals she served were expertly prepared and satisfying. Honestly, when looking at that alone, there was nothing to complain about.

Of course, a good wife wouldn’t lock her husband in a cage.

That day, just like usual, they sat together at the dining table. Even though it was a situation that any man in the world would envy, being able to have his beloved wife’s homemade cooking every day, it wasn’t something he could truly appreciate.

Her cooking skills were certainly impressive, and he was grateful for everything she did around the house. But all of it was her ego at play, a self-created problem. Had she not gone to such extremes, he wouldn’t have been reduced to such a state of weakness, unable to live normally, and he never wanted to be cared for. What’s more, he had never intended to acknowledge her as his wife.

He was furious at the thought of her playing the role of a savior after destroying his life. He swore to himself that one day, she would pay for what she had done.

However, the sharpness of that determination was slowly dulling with each passing day.

“I’m glad you’re able to eat again. It’s all thanks to Mia, right?”

Faced with her smile, which ignored her own sins, he simply responded indifferently. He didn’t feel the need to agree with her, but he noticed that his desire to reject her outright had faded compared to before. Even quietly eating the food she made was evidence of this change.

It wasn’t that he had fallen for her. It wasn’t that love had developed simply because they had slept together. Pretending to fall in love with Mia in order to lower her guard was initially part of the plan, but before he knew it, even that had ceased to be something he consciously thought about.

Over time, as he spent more time with Mia, he had completely forgotten what he wanted to do.

He had once been unable to find hope in living with a wounded heart, always thinking only about avenging his grievances with the mindset that it didn’t matter when he died. Despite his continuous physical ailments and his mind trapped in a cycle of pessimistic thoughts, feeling depressed all the time, recently his body and mind had lightened, and he found himself thinking more positively.

From the moment he woke up to when he went to bed, Mia was always by his side, devotedly serving him, thanks to that, he had regained his strength. He ate delicious meals every day and had satisfying s3x, and in all of this, a definite sense of fulfillment had started to grow.

Of course, as mentioned earlier, he fully understands that it’s her manipulation at work. He doesn’t plan to forgive everything she’s done. His recovery is thanks to Mia, but she’s also the one who ruined his life. He will never forget the grudge he holds from that time. Even if he wanted to forget, he couldn’t.

However, every time he sees Mia’s smile, he can’t help but remember when they first met.

This smile—this dedication—it’s all the same as it was before. Nothing has changed.

When he watches her take care of him, he often wonders about whether there’s a way to return things to the way they were. If nothing had gone wrong, Mia would have remained a good person.

The idea of killing himself in order to make her experience the same despair he had… It was such an extreme thought. Now, looking back, he almost feels a sense of admiration for his past self. These days, he feels a strong resistance to seeing Mia’s face distorted in despair. If asked which would bring more satisfaction—taking revenge or simply living each day—the answer is probably not the former.

“What’s wrong? Do you not like the food?”

When she saw that he was eating slower than usual, Mia asked with concern.

He honestly responded that there was nothing wrong, but instead of her face clearing up, it only became more clouded.

“Hey… you look like you’re thinking about another woman besides Mia.”

Her comment had hit the nail on the head.

Saeko’s existence had significantly added to the complexity of his feelings.

There’s a saying: ‘Spilled water will never return to the bowl.’ He knows Saeko will never come back. Yet, even though he didn’t do anything wrong, he was made to break up with her, then told to love another woman—the one who caused their breakup. He can’t easily accept that.

“You seemed to be doing a lot better these days, but I guess your illness still isn’t completely cured.”

Mia places her bowl down and stands up. Moving closer, she sits beside him leaning in closely and gazing directly into his eyes. As she gazed at him, she took his hand and led it inside her skirt, guiding it into her panties where his fingers pushed through her bush, sinking into a lukewarm sensation.

“It’s good right? You’ve already entered this body.”

While making him dig into her secret place, she stares intently, speaking each word slowly as if to make him understand.

“You ejaculated inside this body. You ejaculated your sperm inside Mia’s, naughty flesh. You became completely overwhelmed with pleasure, producing plenty of genes to make a baby, and released it all inside Mia. So, what that means is, you recognized Mia as a female meant to be impregnated. When you inserted and twisted your genitals into my hole dedicated for squeezing your semen, your body desired to make this female give birth to your children. No matter what you’re thinking, your body knows that Mia is a woman perfect for breeding.”

He slips his middle and ring fingers deep inside, twisting them to intertwine with her folds.

“So, that means you really love Mia, right? …Do you understand?”

Gradually, she increases her vaginal pressure, tightening around his fingers like it was his c0ck.

“Even though you love Mia so much that you released that much semen, you’re thinking about other women? Isn’t that strange? You worked so hard to impregnate Mia, didn’t you? Your body craves Mia, but your mind can’t understand— it’s strange, right? Right?”

She moves her hips gently, imagining his fingers pressed against her crotch as a toy. Slowly, her love nectar seeps out, and the sensation from her honey pot is delicately transmitted to his fingertips. He is forced to remember the times every night they indulged in each other’s bodies.

“In other words, you’ve been cursed by that woman. You were forced to work for a woman you didn’t even love, broke yourself down, and were discarded. Yet, you still keep remembering the face of the woman who’s no longer around. She’s such a horrible woman, making you suffer like this, isn’t she?”

That’s not true—he instinctively denied it.

In an instant, he was paralyzed by her cold gaze that seemed to carry murderous intent, though he didn’t retort as strongly as he had before.

Instead, he spoke gently, attempting to calm her down.

He’s grateful for how she helped him rebuild himself and managed the daily chores. However, confinement is too much. Even if it’s for his sake, he hopes she’ll refrain from extreme actions.

He tries to make sure she listens by mentioning Mia’s name throughout, without breaking eye contact, subtly expressing his hope that she will correct her mistakes. Mia, in turn, looks surprised.

“Come to think of it, lately, you’ve been calling me by my name properly.”

Just as he was about to tilt his head, wondering what that meant, Mia blushed and her face turned red.

“…Say it again♡”

She urges him in a childish manner. Though confused, he responds by calling her name.

“More.”

Mia. Mia. Mia

He repeatedly calls her name, as she urged him on. Though it’s just simple thing, he gradually feels his face heating up. The embarrassment he feels is similar to watching a sweet, lovey-dovey couple in a drama.

“…What’s wrong?♡”

She speaks with an irresistibly sweet voice.

He feels foolish for what he’s doing and finally stops. Pretending not to hear her asking, ‘Don’t you have something to say?’

“Come on, you’re so shy…”

Mia pouts, looking dissatisfied.

He knows what she’s asking for. Words like ‘I like you’ or ‘I love you’ would have been the right answer, but unfortunately, he hasn’t been able to clear up the unresolved feelings enough to answer genuinely. On top of that, the conversation had shifted without him noticing, and he no longer had the energy to try convincing her.

“Well then, I’ll teach you with these b00bs.”

His other hand is enveloped in a different warmth.

Now, he finds himself sandwiched between the heavy cleavage, trapped inside her knit sweater.

“You’ve been hoping for this for a long time, right? It would feel good if you were to ejaculate with Mia’s br3asts. If you placed your p3nis between these big br3asts, you would probably ejaculate so much semen, right?”

Just by pressing her br3asts together, his hand was completely immobilized. There was a time when he almost suffocated from the pressure of her enormous br3asts, being squashed flat. Yet, they were so soft, and the smoothness of her skin contributed to a uniquely comforting sensation.

Mia, holding both of his hands to her chest and crotch, smiles affectionately and says in a melting voice.

“In order to make you understand the words that will make Mia happy, I will perform a br3ast treatment tonight to completely captivate you♡ Please make sure to accumulate plenty of semen before the treatment. That way, your illness will be cured, and you won’t feel the need to leave Mia’s side.”

Finally freed, his hands lingered for a moment, still feeling the touch of her v4g1na walls and the sensation of her raw milky br3asts.

Unfortunately, his plea didn’t seem to resonate with Mia’s heart. He knew things wouldn’t be easy, but for now, reconciliation doesn’t seem realistic.

However, he believes that eventually, this life needs to come to an end. It’s impossible for things to stay this way forever. In such a situation, neither of them can be happy. Not him, and not Mia either.

Seeing his fully erect groin, he realizes that there is no turning back now.

Chapter length 4590 characters.