JK’s fingers slid deep into her heat, circling her clit with a rhythmic, punishing pressure. She arched her back, her breath hitching in shallow, jagged gasps. A strange, radiating warmth flooded her lower belly, making her skin prickle.

"I... I feel so hot," she whimpered, her eyes wide and confused. "I want to go to the washroom."

JK smirked, his fingers continuing to pump and slide, creating a wet, shlicking sound that echoed in the quiet room. He felt the internal walls of her pussy tighten and pulse around him. He knew exactly what was happening.

"Stay still," he commanded. "You're just reacting."

A sudden, violent shudder racked her body. She cried out, her muscles clamping tight as a wave of pleasure crashed over her, leaving her limp and panting. JK slowly withdrew his fingers, glistening with her cream, and brought them to his lips, licking them clean with a slow, deliberate swipe of his tongue.

"What... why did you do that?" she whispered, feeling a strange tremor of unease.

"I can tell if everything is okay down there just by tasting you," he replied smoothly. "It's for your health."

She didn't ask again. For the rest of the night, his hands never left her, squeezing and kneading her breasts with a grip that bordered on painful.

"Please stop," she murmured softly.

JK didn't answer. He simply glared at her, his eyes darkening with a cold, dominant intensity. She shivered, her voice dying in her throat. She lay obedient and silent, enduring the rough handling. Finally, he leaned in, capturing her lips in a deep, suffocating kiss, his tongue swirling against hers.

"Just checking your breath," he murmured against her mouth.

The next morning, he led her into the oversized tub. He stood naked, his thick, heavy cock swinging against his thigh. She looked away, her face flushing crimson.

"Water is precious," he stated firmly. "Don't waste it by bathing separately."

As they scrubbed, JK pressed himself against her, his hard dick sliding along the soft skin of her inner thigh, rubbing rhythmically. She trembled, but he didn't stop until the water grew cold.

When the second night arrived, she wore the same short clothes, feeling the draft on her skin. JK wore only boxers, a prominent, rigid bulge straining against the fabric. Without a word, he reached out and yanked her top over her head. She instinctively crossed her arms over her chest, trying to hide her large, heavy breasts.

"Move your hands," he snapped, his glare returning.

"I'm shy," she whispered.

"I have to suck these to make them healthy," he said, his voice thick with lust.

He lunged forward, devouring one nipple hungrily. He sucked hard, his mouth creating a loud, squelching vacuum that pulled her breast deep into his throat. She cried out, the sensation too intense, but he only squeezed her flesh tighter.

"It's important," he grunted between wet slurps.

For two hours, he worked on her breasts, his tongue swirling around her areolas. At one point, he pulled back, the flash of a phone camera blinding her.

"I'm taking pictures to examine them more closely later," he explained.

She nodded naively, trusting him. He moved his mouth to her tongue, sucking it deeply while his hand slid down to massage her pussy, his fingers mimicking the motion of his mouth. He pulled her on top of him, their naked chests rubbing together, skin sliding against skin. He reached down, tracing the wide curve of her buttocks, his palms slapping the flesh.

The following day, he ordered her to lie naked beside him. He returned to her breasts with a ravenous hunger before sliding down her body.

"I'm going to suck your pussy," he declared. "It makes it warm and more breathable."

"I don't want that," she whispered, trying to close her legs.

JK roared, a sudden, frightening sound that made her jump.

"Lay straight! Legs wide open!"

She obeyed instantly, trembling as she exposed her folds to his hungry eyes. He dove in, his tongue flicking violently against her clit. He sucked her pussy hard, the sound of saliva and friction filling the air. He didn't stop until she came twice, her body shaking with forced intensity.

He pulled back, showing her a string of thick, white fluid clinging to his lip.

"See? You did good. Your fluid is thick and white. You're very healthy."

She beamed, a small, innocent smile touching her lips, completely unaware of the danger she lived in. To finish the "treatment," he began to spank her breasts and her pussy, the loud cracks of his hand against her skin making her sob.

"It's for your health," he reminded her.

She cried, but she believed him.