[Exclusive] TIS 1328.5 R18 Beach Episode (2). Real Nurse
[Exclusive] TIS 1328.5 R18 Beach Episode (2). Real Nurse
I stared at her.
She smiled warmly the second she saw me sitting obediently in the bed.
“Oh good,” she said softly. “You’re resting properly.”
“Yeah.”
Puriel closed the door behind her carefully and walked over.
And somehow?
That normal gentle energy she had felt more dangerous than the others.
Because now I had no idea how to turn this into roleplay anymore.
She placed the tray down beside the bed and immediately checked my forehead with the back of her hand.
“You look tired,” she murmured.
I blinked.
“…Do I?”
“Yes.”
That was all she said.
Simple.
Direct.
Then she sat beside the bed and started arranging the tray neatly.
Soup.
Bread.
Tea.
Actual comfort food.
I stared harder.
“Puriel.”
“Yes?”
“Why did you bring me dinner?”
She looked confused by the question.
“Because patients should eat properly.”
She was genuinely nursing me.
I almost laughed.
Instead, I leaned back dramatically against the pillow.
“Nurse.”
“Yes?”
“I think I’m dying.”
She immediately looked alarmed.
“What?!”
“Emotionally.”
Puriel stared at me for two seconds.
Then sighed softly.
“You’re being dramatic.”
I smiled faintly.
She narrowed her eyes slightly but couldn’t stop the small smile tugging at her lips.
Then she picked up the spoon.
“Open.”
I blinked.
“You’re feeding me?”
“You look like the type who skips meals when busy.”
That was unfairly accurate.
I opened my mouth anyway.
The soup was warm.
Comforting.
It was really good.
I stared at her while chewing slowly.
This woman.
This angel.
Was somehow making “nurse roleplay” feel like actual emotional healing.
How the hell was I supposed to make this horny?
Puriel fed me another spoonful calmly. “Better?”
“A little.”
“There,” she said softly. “See? Proper care matters.”
I sighed dramatically.
“Nurse…”
“Yes?”
“You’re too nice.”
She blinked innocently.
“Is that bad?”
“Yes.”
“How?”
“Because now I feel guilty trying to corrupt you.”
Puriel almost choked on air.
“E-Ethan!”
I laughed quietly.
Her cheeks turned pink instantly.
Good.
Tiny progress.
I shifted slightly closer on the bed.
Not aggressive.
Just enough for our shoulders to brush.
Puriel noticed immediately.
But she didn’t move away.
“You’re clingy today,” she murmured.
“Maybe I need attention.”
“You always need attention.”
“That’s not true.”
She gave me a look.
I grinned.
“Okay maybe a little.”
Puriel sighed but kept feeding me anyway.
This was becoming weirdly domestic.
And somehow that made it more dangerous.
I leaned closer again while she lifted another spoonful.
“Ah—”
She stopped mid-motion.
“Did you just make the sound yourself?”
“No.”
“You absolutely did.”
I smiled innocently.
Puriel covered her face briefly with one hand.
“I don’t understand how you make everything flirtatious.”
“Talent.”
She shook her head slowly, laughing under her breath.
Then finally put the spoon down.
“Alright,” she said. “Food first. Then rest.”
I frowned dramatically.
“No cuddles?”
Puriel froze.
Actually froze.
Then slowly looked at me.
“You want cuddles?”
I blinked at her.
“I’m emotionally fragile.”
“You were literally threatening people an hour ago.”
“That was before my soup.”
Puriel laughed again.
Soft.
Warm.
That laugh was unfair.
I leaned sideways suddenly and rested my head against her shoulder.
There.
Now we were getting somewhere.
Puriel stiffened immediately.
“Ethan…”
“Mmm?”
“You’re very close.”
“Yes.”
“…You smell nice.”
I looked up at her instantly.
“Oh?”
Puriel realized what she said and immediately turned red.
“I-I meant clean! You smell clean!”
I grinned slowly.
“Puriel,” I murmured. “Are you flustered?”
“No.”
“You’re holding your clipboard upside down.”
She looked down.
It was upside down.
I burst out laughing.
Puriel groaned softly in embarrassment while fixing it.
That reaction was cuter than any roleplay tonight.
I stayed leaning against her anyway.
She hesitated for a moment.
Then slowly relaxed.
One of her hands gently brushed through my hair.
Oh that was dangerous.
I went quiet immediately.
Because yeah.
That felt good.
Too good.
Puriel noticed my silence.
“You like that.”
I closed my eyes briefly.
“Maybe.”
Her fingers continued slowly combing through my hair.
Not seductive.
Not teasing.
Just comforting.
And somehow?
That made my chest tighten more than the psych ward chaos earlier.
This woman really had no idea how powerful she was when she acted naturally.
I sighed quietly.
“I think your patient is developing attachment issues.”
Puriel smiled softly.
“I noticed.”
I looked up at her from where my head rested against her shoulder and sighed dramatically.
“If you leave this room right now, I think my condition will worsen.”
Puriel immediately rolled her eyes.
There it was.
I grinned. “Oh, she rolled her eyes. That means she cares.”
“I did not say that.”
“You didn’t deny it either.”
She sighed softly, still combing her fingers through my hair. “You are exhausting.”
“And yet,” I murmured, shifting closer against her side, “you’re still petting me.”
That made her pause for half a second.
Then continue anyway.
Victory.
This might’ve been the weirdest roleplay tonight. Everyone else went straight for seduction, tension, dangerous teasing, all that stuff.
Puriel?
She genuinely turned into a nurse.
Not sexy nurse.
Not fantasy nurse.
Actual caregiver.
And somehow that made her more dangerous than all of them.
Because now my brain was actively trying to corrupt kindness itself.
I leaned further into her shoulder dramatically.
“I think I need emotional support.”
Puriel laughed quietly. “You already have emotional support.”
“No, this is medical-level emotional support.”
“That is not a thing.”
“It is now.”
She shook her head slowly, but I saw the corner of her lips twitch upward again.
Cute.
Way too cute.
I looked down at the tray beside us.
“Did you seriously cook this yourself?”
“Yes. Celia taught me.”
“For me?”
Puriel blinked innocently. “Well obviously not for the others. The demons and angels can’t eat human food.”
I stared at her.
This woman really walked into roleplay night carrying homemade soup.
I think my chest took psychic damage.
“That’s unfair,” I muttered.
“What is?”
“You’re using support-class abilities against an incubus.”
She laughed softly again.
“I’m just taking care of you.”
“That’s exactly the problem.”
Puriel tilted her head slightly. “You say that like being cared for is dangerous.”
“It is.”
“How?”
I leaned closer slowly until our faces were only inches apart.
“Because now I’m getting attached to my nurse.”