First Aid, Second Love.

Miss Lawrence and I arrive and open a door, presenting a simple white room with a bed fit for one.

She ushers me through the door and tells me to sit by the bed. She and I look around the room, finding no sign of the school nurse.

"Strange... Where is the nurse?" Miss Lawrence murmurs to herself while holding her chin with her fingers.

"I'm not sure, Miss. Maybe she's getting a bucket of popcorn chicken?" I shrug and answer the question which wasn't directed towards me.

"Perhaps so." She crosses he arms and stands facing my way, staring into my eyes. Her gaze was as sharp as the edge of paper and threatening like a lion and deer. Her intimidating face made me struggle to maintain eye contact despite me being quite resistant to pressure.

"S-Shouldn't you head back to your lesson now? I'll be fine on my own." I say, trying to stop my eye from darting to the corner of the room.

"... You're right." She closes her eyes and thinks for a moment.

What is she pondering about, I wonder?

"Ah." She hits an enclosed hand into her palm like a hammer, as if she had just gained an idea.

"You tripped, didn't you? I must check for any injuries on your body. I wouldn't want any soreness to stunt your learning." She quickly invades my personal space and points her index finger at me.

This is very suspicious. I only tripped. Why would I need her to check my body?

I wave my hands and deny her request for inspection, "No no Miss Lawrence, it's fine! Kim has already checked me for any damages, remember?".

"Even so, I need to double-check. Also, she most likely didn't check your torso downwards. It's all for your education after all."

"How is this for my education?"

"Well... uh... because... Whatever just let me check!" Her voice trails off for a bit before booming.

"No? I know I'm fine and I don't want you to touch me. I feel no pain currently, so everything's okay." I sternly respond to her demand negatively.

In my response, she goes silent. Her expression demonises, and a dark shade overtakes the upper part of her face. Her intense green eyes turn into a dull tone of yellow, something I have never before seen.

'What the fu-?!' I thought to myself at the sight of the all-too-familiar shadow that loomed down her face. However, my thought was cut off by a hard punch to the abdomen. I was lucky enough to tense my stomach before she made contact, but her strike had me weak for a moment.

"Oh my, are you in pain now? Dear me, I must examine your body for any harm!" She sarcastically speaks into my ear and acts like she was concerned. Though, she had an unexpectedly excited tone, as if thrilled at my pain.

Once I gained my focus, I threw a clumsy heavy hook with my right hand towards her side. Her eyes turned towards my fist, and she pushed my upper body back by the shoulders, making my fist skid her clothes.

Due to the momentum of my swing, I leaned on my left side and pushed myself back up for another swing at her. But her hands already reached me, and before I could attack her again, she pushed me onto my back and mounted me.

I throw a straight right punch, but she parries my blow with ease before swinging her leg around my arm and putting me into an armbar.

Her grip on my arm tightened, and she began forcefully pulling my arm, causing me pain.

"Scream and I'll break your arm." She says frighteningly.

Despite the urge to scream in both pain and for help, I kept the words in my neck.

"Good." She loosens her grip, reducing the pain but not enough for me to pull out.

How did she do all this in a tight uniform and high heels?

"You know what? I think now is the perfect time to start our one-on-one lesson~"

My eyes widen as a foreboding feeling crept up my spine, "Actually, I'd rather have the check-up first..!"

"Are you sure ~?" Her tone becomes teasing.

A realisation suddenly pops into my mind. She can't move from that position without risking me escaping. However, if she does, I could use that opportunity to rush out of here.

"... I'm sure." I say to her reaffirmation.

"Alright then..." She made a small movement with her upper torso and at the at the small action she made, I swung my upper body up.

What I forgot was that I was undersized and that my arm was still in her hands. I ended up flopping back onto the bed, and she bounced on top of me, putting herself back into a mounting position.

"Pffff~~!!!" She struggled to keep her mouth shut as bursts of laughter knocked against her lips.

She seems to have forgotten that I have two arms. I take the chance and swing my left fist at her side.

It seems she didn't expect it to come at all, as her giggling was replaced with a groan of discomfort.

Immediately, I grabbed the side of her body, opposite to the one I punched, and swung my body to the side. She toppled over while I speedily hopped onto my feet to flee.

"Where do you think you're going?!" Before I could get away, she grabbed the back of my shirt collar and dragged me back.

How did she recover so quickly?!

I felt my feet part from the floor as I was flung back to the edge of the bed.

Although the bed was soft, I felt a hard impact on my back.

Before I knew it, she had her hands wringed around my neck, tightening by the second.

"You know... I haven't told you what our one on one lesson was about..." Her hands gripped like her life depended on it. My neck felt like it was about to snap like a twig, and my breathing came to a sudden halt.

Her lunatic golden eyes were all I could see, face of an ecstatic psychopath.

"... We'll begin our lesson now; examining the body of the dead. Though, you may not live to see it~"

My eyes widen, like they were about to pop out from their sockets.

Was she going to kill me? At this rate, she actually will!

"Dont worry~ I'll be sure to examine you very carefully~"

I scrape at her arms with my nails, leaving red marks along her forearm. She, however, showed no other reaction outside of her immense lust for my death.

I reached towards her eyes, but my arms were not long enough to connect.

"That's it...~! STRUGGLE MORE!!!~~ AHAHAHA!!!" She grows in anticipation, excited at the sight of my desperate appearance.

But then she suddenly stopped laughing. Her grip on my neck loosened, and she fell onto my chest, pressing her bosom down against me.

Standing behind her was a woman in a white coat and green shirt, standing with one hand up.

"You okay kid?" The nurse asks while munching on a piece of popcorn chicken.

"... *Cough*, yes... *Cough*"

"Want a piece?"

"*Cough* Haaaa... *Cough*"

"Nah, I'm just joking. This is all mine, I bought it after all.

"Haaaaa..."

"..."

"*Cough*"

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