I Came to Protect Them But Now I Only Corrupt Them (R-21)

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In the back of the school building after classes, I spotted Katagiri walking alone and immediately stood in front of him.

"Hand over your phone," I demanded, my voice devoid of emotion.

Katagiri's expression shifted from surprise to a sneer. "Oh... the knight of the Tachibana sisters, are we?" He casually tapped the phone in his pocket, a smirk playing on his lips. "You want this?"

"I don't want to fight," I said, my voice low.

"Hmm." Katagiri's eyes narrowed. "Your eyes don't look like someone who doesn't want to fight. Don't underestimate me!"

A surprise attack was out of the question. He wasn't that naive. My 195 cm, 120 kg frame sprang into action, putting all my strength into a lunge at Katagiri.

(Just one hit...!)

But then, my body suddenly froze, as if paralyzed.

"Too slow." Katagiri's body vanished from in front of me like mist. The next moment, a sharp pain shot through my side. "That's the difference between an amateur and a pro." Katagiri's kick had completely stopped my movements. "Still, there's more to come."

A roundhouse kick. A front kick. An elbow strike. The power of a prefectural tournament runner-up relentlessly assailed me.

(Damn it...!)

My body wouldn't obey. My monstrous strength was useless against his technique. If only I could get close enough to grab him!

"You can't do it," Katagiri said coldly. "Give up on the Tachibana sisters."

(I'd rather die than give up!)

"Your eyes still haven't given up, have they?" Katagiri's voice was chilling.

How many attacks had it been? My entire body screamed in pain. Still, I wouldn't give up.

"Give me... the phone..." I repeated, my voice hoarse with blood.

"Useless effort." Another merciless kick struck me. Paralysis. I couldn't get close. The attacks were overwhelming. The impact of the kicks sent me reeling, but due to the paralysis, I couldn't even break my fall and crashed to the ground.

"You're persistent. Just surrender." Katagiri's usual composure was starting to crack. "Alright, maybe I'll teach you a little more."

He followed up on my fallen body with more attacks: a kick to the side, a blow to the shoulder, relentless and precise.

(But I can't give up.)

The image of the suffering Tachibana sisters flashed in my mind. I couldn't stand the thought of those beautiful, proud girls being at the mercy of a man like him. The paralysis lifted. I struggled to my feet. My legs trembled, and my vision blurred. Still, I tried to move forward.

"Truly foolish," he said.

The last thing I saw was Katagiri's spinning kick. After that, my memory went blank.

A blurry white ceiling came into view. The smell of disinfectant. The sound of a IV drip. And the rustling of a medical chart.

"Are you awake?"

At the sound of that voice, my consciousness snapped wide awake. It was the voice I had heard in a memory I'd seen through psychometry: Dr. Mai Oyama. I tried to sit up quickly, and a sharp pain shot through me.

"Ugh..."

"Don't move too much..." Oyama's voice was a blend of medical gentleness and authority.

She had short black bobbed hair and intelligent-looking black-rimmed glasses. Her tasteful fashion peeked out from under her white coat. At 30 years old, she was already a legend in the hospital, known for her beauty and skill as a chief physician.

"You're quite injured," Oyama continued, checking the chart. "But strangely, there are no fractures."

At her words, my memories flooded back. The fight with Katagiri. His merciless kicks and blows. My defeat after repeatedly trying to stand up, refusing to give in.

"A normal person with your build wouldn't have gotten away with this. They'd probably be dead." Oyama's voice held a note of medical astonishment. "Your body... is abnormally robust."

Her words brought a complex feeling to me. Because in this same room, I had previously witnessed another "abnormality."

Yamashita's hypnotic ability. And Dr. Oyama, who was manipulated by it. I knew everything about that midnight incident through psychometry.

Oyama was acting like a normal doctor. Had that memory been erased? Or was it still there...?

"Dr. Oyama," I said, making up my mind and forcing out the words. "There's something I need to talk to you about..."

"How do you already know my name?" Oyama's sharp intuition cut me off. The hospital room curtain was drawn, blocking out any outside gaze.

"Yes," I chose my words carefully. "I... have an ability called psychometry. It's the ability to see memories by touching objects. From the hospital bed... I saw everything about Yamashita-kun's incident through psychometry."

A moment of silence. Only the dripping of the IV punctuated the heavy atmosphere.

"I see... Yamashita-kun is currently hospitalized in a separate wing," Oyama said, maintaining her composure. "In a state of mental incapacitation."

"I... was affected by his ability... so I believe that there are strange powers in this world... And you knowing about Yamashita-kun's case... even though I haven't told anyone..."

"I understand. And I can also save the memories I see with my ability to my phone, so if you doubt me, I can show you all the memories on my phone."

Oyama cut me off. "That's fine. I believe you. Your eyes, and the fact that you know my secret, are enough. I returned as Yamashita-kun's attending physician after being informed he was hospitalized in a mentally incapacitated state." Her gaze turned to me. Her eyes held both the strong dignity of a doctor and a faint shadow. "Now that Yamashita-kun is incapacitated, you're the only one who knows that memory." Oyama's voice dropped. "Satou-kun, I need you to promise me that you will never tell anyone about this secret."

"Yes," I replied instantly. "Of course."

"And one more thing," Oyama said, reviewing the medical results. "I think using supernatural powers too much might be dangerous."

"Dangerous?"

"The rapid use of such abilities must place an enormous burden on the brain. A power strong enough to incapacitate a person." Oyama's voice grew heavier. "Do you understand? A sudden force that transcends human ability... I believe it has terrifying side effects. Looking at Yamashita-kun's brain MRI, I found several missing areas in his brain."

At her words, I instinctively tried to sit up, but the pain stopped me.

"But you might be different. Your abnormal recovery ability..." Oyama's eyes gazed at me. "The fact that you survived such severe bruising without any fractures is abnormal in itself. Do you feel anything abnormal in your body?"

At Oyama's question, I closed my eyes. I turned my awareness inward. First, the pain. Injuries that would kill an ordinary person. The pain of the bruises from Katagiri's persistent attacks was certainly there. But beyond that, something else.

"How should I put it..." I searched for words. "I feel like something... is changing inside my body."

"Specifically?"

"Anger." The word came out naturally. "Anger towards Katagiri. But it's not just that." The IV drip quietly punctuated the silence. "My ability..." I chose my words carefully. "The sensation of psychometry is becoming more vivid."

Oyama wrote something on the chart. "That's interesting."

"And," I continued, "my body's recovery... it was always faster than normal. But now..."

"It's accelerating even further?"

"Yes." I looked at my arm. "The wounds are healing noticeably faster."

Oyama's eyes seemed to be deep in thought. "Your body," she said quietly, "is probably adapting to the ability."

"Adapting?"

"Yes," Oyama's voice held the conviction of a doctor. "You might have a special constitution, different from Yamashita-kun's."

"Actually..." I hesitated, then spoke. "I'm having a strange sensation right now."

"A strange sensation?"

"Before, I could only see memories from objects." I slowly sat up on the bed, enduring the pain. "But now... I feel like I can do something to people."

Oyama's eyes lit up with interest. "You mean you can use your ability on people?"

"Yes. But... I haven't tried it." My voice grew softer. "I'm scared."

Oyama thought for a moment, then made an unexpected suggestion. "Would you like to try it on me?" Her voice contained both the calm of a doctor and the curiosity of a researcher.

"But... it might be dangerous."

"I'm a doctor," Oyama smiled quietly. "I'm interested in changes in the human body. And besides..." Her words trailed off for a moment. "With Yamashita-kun's case, I can trust you."

I slowly extended my hand. The moment I touched Oyama's arm, a shocking realization flashed through my mind.

(This is...!)

The power to erase memories. It was definitely dwelling within me. It felt as natural as an innate ability; I understood it instinctively.

"Did you find something out?" Oyama's voice seemed to come from a distance.

I quietly withdrew my hand. The meaning of this power. And how to use it. Everything seemed to make sense in an instant.

"Dr. Oyama," I said quietly, but with certainty. "I believe I've awakened to a new ability by nearly dying. The ability to erase people's memories. I can erase the memory of Yamashita... the memory of that terrible past."

Oyama's expression shifted slightly. "You can get your normal life back. Forget everything and return to your ordinary days."

However, an unexpected answer came back. "No," Oyama's voice had a strange, alluring quality to it. "Actually... I liked it."

"Huh?"

"I wasn't resting because of Yamashita-kun." Oyama continued, gazing out the window. "It was just time I needed for myself." Under her white coat, her fingers quietly intertwined. "It was always just studying and working every day." Her eyes held a nostalgic look. "But he taught me true joy. Pleasure. What kind of person I truly am."

I was speechless.

"Now..." Oyama's voice sounded a little lonely. "That life won't come back."

"Doctor..."

"You're the only one who knows the real me now." She looked back at me. "I'll keep the memories of Yamashita-kun. That's fine. You don't need to forget my secret memories either."

A long silence filled the hospital room. I felt my own sense of "justice" slowly begin to change shape. Everything might be far more complex than I imagined. Good and evil, right and wrong, the boundaries between them.

In a hospital room at night, the streetlights outside cast a soft glow on Oyama's white coat. Her refined profile showed a hint of fatigue that wasn't usually there.

"I can't ask anyone else," she said, her voice low and trembling. "There's no one to replace Yamashita-kun."

Oyama continued, still gazing out the window. "Too many people idealize me." Her fingertips gripped the hem of her white coat tightly. "And, given my profession, that's often an advantage."

When she turned around, her face lacked its usual dignified expression. "That's why I'm asking you, since you know my secret." Her eyes, as she looked at me, were filled with earnestness. "Be Yamashita's replacement."

A moment of silence.

"I'll pay you." Her words held a hint of self-deprecation.

The streetlight flickered. From the doctor's office corridor, someone's footsteps faded into the distance.

The woman before me was no longer the county's most beautiful doctor, nor the proud orthopedic surgeon. She was just a woman with a vulnerability.

"I... cannot be Yamashita's replacement."

At my words, Oyama's shoulders slumped. Her profile, illuminated by the streetlight, momentarily twisted in pain. "I see..." Her voice held a deep sense of resignation.

"But," I continued quietly, "I can be more than Yamashita."

Oyama's eyes widened slightly. "Yamashita is nothing compared to me. Look at my body. It's more than twice the size of Yamashita's. And not just my body. Imagine everything else."

Oyama's expression transformed into one of rapture. The faint shadow that had lingered vanished, replaced by a new light.

"I welcome it," her voice filled with clear expectation. "You are my... savior."

Oyama's eyes held a strange glint. "From now on, let's take care of each other in more ways than just doctor and patient. I'm counting on you."

She extended a white hand. It was like an invitation. Yet, it also held a desperate plea.

I took her hand. "I don't mind starting right now."

Oyama's expression turned anxious at my words. "But your injuries..."

"Don't compare me to an ordinary person. The pain is fading considerably. My recovery ability is abnormal, in many ways."

Oyama's expression grew serious. Her sharp, doctor's gaze scrutinized me. "Understood. Considering your condition, this is a room for intensive care. It's perfectly soundproof, and no one can enter without my permission. Originally, it's for patients to focus on treatment, but... no one will come, and no sound will leak out. Satou-kun, do you understand what that means?" Her voice held a sense of resolve. "I was also getting impatient. You're a lifesaver." Oyama smiled sweetly. "Well then, shall we begin?"

With that, the doctor closed the curtain at the entrance. A completely private room, impossible to peek into from the outside.

"Look at my indecent self," Oyama said, shedding her undergarments above me and spreading her legs. The woman revered as a beautiful doctor throughout the hospital. Her stripping was incredibly erotic.

"Whoa!" I couldn't help but gasp. My heart pounded at the sight before me. A tempting scent wafted towards me.

"I've been wanting this for so long," Oyama's pussy was soaking wet. Her pink clitoris was already hard and engorged. Her pubic hair clung to her, glistening with moisture.

"Hurry and put it in. I can't take it anymore," Oyama said urgently.

"Understood..." I unzipped my pants and pulled down my underwear, exposing my cock. Oyama's gaze fixed on it.

"It's getting big. So thick and huge, and your glans is flared, isn't it?" Oyama eagerly gripped my cock. Then, she straddled me and brought the tip of my cock close to her pussy.

"Mmmph..." A hot sensation enveloped my glans. Oyama's love juice lubricated my entire cock.

"Ahhh...!" Oyama lowered her hips and thrust deep inside with force. Oyama's body jolted upwards. "Ahhh, incredible! Does it feel good, Satou-kun?"

"Yes... it's amazing."

Oyama's pussy was incredibly tight, gripping my cock firmly.

"Ahhh! My pussy is hot...! It feels so good...! It's so happy!" Oyama's large breasts, revealed from under her white coat, bounced violently up and down. Her blouse buttons burst open, exposing her erect, pink nipples.

"Ah, nooo... right there! That's unfair! It's sliding in and out!" Oyama writhed above me, moaning as she thrust her hips. With every thrust of my cock into Oyama's pussy, Oyama's moans grew louder. Her back arched with every deep thrust.

"More, I want more! Fill me up with Satou-kun's cock!" Oyama's body arched wildly. She spread her legs wide, surrendering to the pleasure.

"Ahhh, I'm coming, I'm coming!" Oyama's body convulsed. "Ugh, it feels too good...! I want more, I want more!"

Oyama covered me and sought a kiss. Our tongues tangled, ravaging each other's mouths.

"Mmmph, phew, haaa..." Catching her breath, Oyama gently caressed my cheek. "It's thanks to you, Satou-kun. I've never felt this happy before." Oyama smiled, truly looking happy.

"Ahhh, it's still so big! It feels too good!" Oyama's pussy began to heat up again. "Ahhh, ahhh, harder! Please!"

Oyama's voice echoed through the room. I stripped off her white coat, leaving her topless. I kneaded her breasts, taking a nipple into my mouth. A soft, sweet taste filled my mouth.

"Ahhh! My nipples feel good! Lick my nipples more! Suck them!" Oyama gasped.

"Ahhh-ahhh-ahhh! My nipples are being sucked! It feels so good! It feels incredibly good! I'm coming!" Oyama reached climax, thrusting her hips violently against mine, and her body trembled violently. With every movement of her hips, a large amount of love juice splattered.

"Mmmph! It's making a dirty sound! It's squishing and squelching!" Her vulgar words didn't stop. I also got excited by her words. "My pussy is squirming! This huge cock is the best!" Oyama came repeatedly. I got even more excited watching her.

"Sensei, can I thrust from below?"

"Please! Thrust! Thrust hard! Drive me crazy!"

As Oyama requested, I thrust my hips with all my might. I thrust into Oyama with such force that it hit her cervix.

"...Ahhh-ahhh-ahhh...! My mind's going blank! It's amazing, it's amazing!" Oyama screamed. A large amount of love juice continued to flow from her pussy.

"Mmmph! I'm coming! I'm coming!" Oyama climaxed again. She arched her back dramatically, her entire body trembling violently.

"Ahhh... ahhh-ahhh-ahhh...! Your cock is plunging in and out! It feels so good!" Oyama came again. Still, I didn't stop. I moved my hips even more intensely.

"Don't stop! I want to stay like this forever! Drive me crazy!" Oyama cried out. In response to her pleas, I continued to thrust into Oyama again and again.

(Squirting sounds)

I ejaculated deep inside Oyama.

"It's hot... more, more," Oyama's hips kept moving, love juice and semen gushing from her pussy. Afterwards, Oyama continued to greedily crave my cock like a beast, and I ejaculated many times.

"Phew, phew, you're not just big, your erection recovery is abnormal too... I've never been this uninhibited before... Satou-kun, you're really amazing," Oyama whispered, breathing heavily against my chest.

"I'm surprised too. You're amazing, Sensei..."

"I'll be back," Oyama said, quickly getting dressed and leaving my hospital room.

From that day on, Dr. Oyama's devoted care began. Checking IVs, vital signs, rehabilitation guidance. Unnecessarily frequent rounds. Such attentive treatment that other doctors looked on with envy. And our secret affair.

My body showed astonishing recovery. However, I wasn't allowed to move from the intensive care unit to a general ward. It was Oyama's strong insistence. Oyama passionately sought me out every few hours.

"Just visitors..." I said, and the doctor granted my wish. I sent emails. Misaki, Reiko, Ryoko. All three replied immediately.

"I want to visit you."

"We'll definitely come."

"Wait for me."

And the first person to knock on my hospital room door was Ryoko.