Mikan didn't have OCD. At least, she didn't think she did. You could easily say she had any number of problems, like dangerously low self-esteem, anxiety, maybe even some depression, but probably not OCD.

Yet, Mikan couldn't deny that when it came to medical supplies, she couldn't stand when things weren't organized, and always found joy in doing said organizing.

Today she was doing just that. It seemed like someone had come into the pharmacy while she wasn't there and messed up everything she had carefully put into place, and Mikan almost felt like crying when she saw the mess. After she calmed down, and did a bit of examination, she had found that some contraceptives had been taken, and the mess had come from a seemingly frantic search for them.

So Mikan spent the day reorganizing things back into the way they were, and was getting really into it. She was even humming a little tune to herself as she did it, getting so absorbed by her personal task that she didn't notice the door open, enter the room, and walk towards her. When she felt a hand suddenly rest on her shoulder, Mikan felt like she had jumped all the way to the ceiling. After whipping around, she found Hajime standing behind her. Immediately, she felt that sort of concern that comes from being a nurse as she scanned him up and down.

"H-Hajime!" She shouted. "Y-your clothes!" His clothes were a mess, wrinkled and slightly ripped in places. "Y-y-you have blood on your cheek! What happened?!" Hajime frowned, licked his thumb, and wiped both of his cheeks, managing to wipe off the small blood splatter she had spotted. Once he got it, he gave Mikan a look like he had simply wiped away some stray sauce, and not actual blood. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah…" he said. His voice sounded...different. It sounded...less full of life. "I just...took care of a problem, and then paid Mahiru a quick visit." Mikan waited for further elaboration, but when Hajime didn't give it, she sighed.

"As long as you're okay." Mikan said, and turned back to the shelves. When she realized that Hajime might need something, she quickly turned back around. "Ah! I-I''m sorry! That was rude of me!! Did you need something?"

"Yeah, I do actually." He said, looking around, likely looking at her progress in putting things back where they belonged. "You know that sedative you got for me the other day?"

"Yes…" Mikan said hesitantly. He hadn't told her what it had been for, but she didn't want to be rude and pry, so she hadn't asked.

"Do you think you could get me ten more doses?" He asked, and Mikan stared at him in shock.

"T-ten doses?!" She exclaimed. "What would you need ten doses of sedative for?!"

"That's not something you need to worry about yet." Hajime answered, narrowing his eyes. The look he gave her sent bad shivers down her spine, and she looked away. Mikan glanced at him out of the corner of her eye, and saw him looking her up and down.

"H-Hajime…" she said, a blush forming on her face.

"Mikan," he started, cutting her off, "can I ask you a question?"

"Of course." She responded.

"What is your sexual fantasy?" He asked plainly, like it was a normal question. Mikan nearly crashed into the shelf behind her as she backed up in shock as her face turned as red as a tomato.

"Wh-wh-wh-what??" Mikan sputtered. "I-! That's-!"

"I'm just curious is all." Hajime said as he took slow steps towards her, making her back up. She didn't have much room to do so, however, before she pressed against the shelf, threatening to knock over the glass bottles.

"Th-that's...very personal…" she said, and Hajime smiled.

"Well?" He urged her. She gulped, and thought it over. She'd never really considered something like that before.

"U-umm…" she stuttered, "I-it's probably silly and lame, but...I really just want...some nice hugs, kisses, and physical contact. Just some...loving embraces." She struggled to look him in his eyes as she spoke.

"Hmmm…" he said, and continued his advance towards her. Mikan felt her heart begin to race as he reached an arm out and put it against the shelf behind her, his face extremely close. She could feel Hajime's breath on her face, and it made her feel dizzy.

"You mean, like this?"

He suddenly wrapped an arm around her back, and drew her in close, leaving her gasping as their bodies were suddenly pressed together, sharing in each other's warmth. Their noses were touching, and Mikan was struggling to breathe. She'd never been this close to someone other than her parents before, and she didn't know what to do.

All she could focus on was how hard his body felt, but not in a bad way. Hajime moved his other arm around her, and turned his head as he embraced her. As she realized he was actually hugging her, she felt tears starting to fall down her face. Had she ever been hugged before? She couldn't remember the last time it had happened if she had…

Mikan soon embraced him back, savoring in his warmth, the comfort she felt rushed over her body as she laid in his arms. They stood like that for a while, but she wasn't sure how long. Finally, he twisted his head again so he could whisper in her ear.

"I have a few fantasies of my own I'd like to try out~"

"Yes!" Mikan squeaked, having never responded so fast in her life. He pulled away from her, and grabbed her hand. His hand was rough and hard, the kind of hand you'd expect from someone who used their hands a lot. She shivered at the prospect of holding someone's hand for the first time as he led her out of the pharmacy and back towards the cabins, too in her own mind to notice him palm the scalpel he had retrieved...

As soon as they made it inside Hajime's cabin, he pushed Mikan down onto the bed and got on top of her. The first thing he did was lunge at her neck and start kissing it.

Now, Mikan had never truly been able to sort out her feelings about Hajime. He had been one of the few people who genuinely seemed like he wanted to give her attention and cared about her. Sure, the others had been nice at times, but he had actively sought her out to make her feel good. She had unsurprisingly developed some feelings, but never voiced them, utterly terrified of what he would say.

But now, Hajime was attacking her like a wild animal, planting kisses down her neck as placed a hand on her breast, making her gasp. The contact made her heart go crazy, even though she was still fully clothed.

Hajime squeezed her breast firmly as he moved and kissed her directly on the lips. Now, Mikan had thought the neck kisses were good, but they actually paled in comparison to what was now her first kiss. His lips were warm and rough, but he kissed her gently despite that, and she felt herself melting under his touch. Her clothes began to feel tight, and restricting, and felt a wetness growing down below.

Seemingly reading her mind, he continued kissing her, but also moved his free hand down to her crotch, where he lifted her skirt up and placed his hand against her wet panties. As he pressed down on her, she felt her body lurch in response. Mikan felt herself getting dizzy again. This was moving so fast, yet it felt so good, and so right.

Hajime rubbed her crotch through the panties, squeezing her chest so hard that it almost hurt. At this point, Mikan was moaning into his lips as he did his best to push his fingers against her pussy.

For a moment, she seemed to feel something cold and hard against her waist. The feeling only existed for a moment before she suddenly felt a breeze down below. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a flash of silver, then saw her panties fly across the room, cut down one of the sides. She didn't have time to process what she was seeing, however, as Hajime pushed his finger inside her. Mikan moaned in pure ecstasy as pleasure unlike anything she'd felt before overwhelmed her senses.

He wiggled it around until it was fully inside her, then started thrusting it in and out of her, making squelching noises as her body rocked with the movements, her moans filling the room.

"H-Hajime-!" She groaned, her eyes closed by some strange reflex. He didn't say anything as he shifted positions. He kept his finger thrusting in and out of her, but Mikan felt something cold press against her neck. She struggled to open her eyes, but those eyes went wide when she saw him holding a scalpel to her neck. She only felt momentary panic before he moved it down to the collar of her outfit. The extremely sharp blade easily cut through the material, and as he brought it down her torso, her cleavage became exposed. That wasn't a problem for long, however, as Hajime moved the scalpel down more, slicing through her bra as well, her breasts bouncing slightly as they were freed from their fabric prison.

Hajime continued his trail down her body, and Mikan couldn't help but stare in awe as he managed to slice open her clothes without touching her skin at all. Eventually, he reached the bottom of her skirt, and finally finished the cut, leaving the middle of her body exposed. Mikan felt her face redden as she watched him look down her body, lingering on her still covered chest, and fully revealed pussy. Once he was done ogling her, Hajime grabbed the sides of her outfit and pulled them away, finally exposing the rest of her body. She had to look away as she felt embarrassment overtake her when he pulled her outfit away from her breasts, leaving her hardened nipppes exposed to the open air.

Eventually, Hajime simply pulled her clothes away, and threw them aside, leaving her completely naked before him. Her heart was racing, her face burned, and she had to resist the urge to cover herself. Mikan still couldn't believe this was really happening.

That disbelief only grew as she watched Hajime strip down himself, throwing off his shirt in one swift motion, followed by his pants (with a bit more effort), and lastly his boxers. Now, Mikan was a nurse; she knew the anatomy of the human body very well. Yet, despite that, it didn't stop her from gasping in surprise as she laid eyes on Hajime's dick.

It stood at what appeared to be half-mast, sticking out in such a way that it almost seemed like it was looking down at her. She gulped as she felt tingling down below. Hajime soon saw to that as he stuck his finger quickly back inside her, surprising her and making her body shake with arousal. On top of that, he leaned down and placed his mouth over her nipple, making her nerves shout out in excitement. He sucked at it, and her already loud moans increased in volume even more. Mikan knew she should be worried about making too much noise, but at this point, she didn't really care.

The intense combination of Hajime sucking at her breast while also fingering her, and then also feeling his dick squished against her stomach, it didn't take long before Mikan felt her climax approaching. When it arrived, her body bucked as she moaned, cum shooting out of her in spurts, coating Hajime's hand and splattering on his bed. He simply stared silently as she came, her body slowly easing back onto the bed as it all flowed out of her. Once she was fully done with the greatest climax of her life, she rested on the bed, breathing heavily. Hajime huffed and embraced her in a kiss once more, which she happily welcomed.

And for a little while, that's all they did. They laid there and kissed, with Mikan able to feel the pure passion between their lips. It was absolutely blissful to the love-starved girl…

Until he brought the scalpel to her skin.

As they were making out, Mikan felt a sudden, intense pain at her side, and she broke the kiss, shooting up so she could look down. She was horrified to find herself lightly bleeding from a shallow cut on her waist. She heard a giggle, and looked up to find Hajime staring at her with a small smile on his face. Her gaze lowered to find him clutching the scalpel, a tiny bit of blood coating its edge.

"Wh-what did you-?" She tried to ask, but he simply shoved her back down onto the bed, and held her down by the throat as he made another cut into her other side. Mikan gasped from the mixture of pain and momentary loss of breath as she felt the warm blood drip off her body and onto the bed.

Before she could speak again, he moved the knife once more and brought it down her stomach. The cut wasn't deep, like the other two, but was still bad enough that blood dripped down the sides of her belly. She felt her face pale as she cringed in pain as she felt a slight burning sensation.

"What are you doing?!" Mikan asked.

"I pleasured you, now it's your turn to pleasure me." He said, and suddenly jabbed the scalpel into her shoulder, causing her to scream in pain. Weirdly enough, her scream seemed to bring Hajime joy, as he leaned back and sighed happily once she did. He ripped the scalpel back out and Mikan quickly put a hand to the wound as blood flowed quickly down chest. It quickly soaked her hand, and she looked up at him, shaking in fear and pain.

By how much she was bleeding, she suspected he stabbed her scapula, which also happened to be extremely painful to her, so much so that she was struggling to keep her mouth closed so she wouldn't scream again.

Hajime didn't seem to like that, as he made a somewhat deep incision on the arm holding the wound, forcing her to cover that arm with her remaining hand as the warm blood coated her hand and arm.

"Scream for me." Hajime said as he sliced at her arm again, then again, then again, in rapid succession, until she was unable to hold it in anymore. She screamed once more in agony as she thrashed on the bed in pain. Her arm was becoming a bloody mess, and she felt tears streaming down her cheeks.

Then, Hajime did something strange.

He leaned down, and licked one of her wounds. The sensation was an odd one, but also...somewhat comforting. Mikan immediately felt her tension ease a bit, and strange relief filled her body. Once he had a taste, he sat back up and licked his lips, his expression one of contemplation.

"Hmmm...not bad, actually. Bitter and metallic, as I expected, but not bad at all…" He said. He waited a few moments, turning his head in surprise. "Kind of lingers, too…" He looked down at her, the smile returning to his face. She wanted to say something, anything to get him to stop, but she couldn't think of the right words other than 'Stop!' He plunged the knife into her other shoulder, somehow managing to hit the same spot he'd hit on the other shoulder, making her feel another wave of pain so intense that she almost felt like vomiting.

"I wouldn't want to slit your wrists, or puncture those little arteries in your legs." Hajime said. "Don't want you bleeding out on me before I'm satisfied." Mikan simply stared at him in horror as he began to slice at her stomach and her chest. He was no longer aiming specifically towards certain spots, and instead was swinging wildly. That led to some shallow cuts, while others were deep.

Yet, these were different. They felt different. They felt...better. Not as...bad. It still hurt, and she still felt like crying and screaming at the pain, but at the same time, it felt...good.

"H-Hajime-!" Mikan screeched, and he simply laughed in response as he continued slicing at her torso, leaving bloody gashes all over her, but not going deep enough to hit any actual organs. A part of her wondered how he was being so precise enough to accomplish that while still seemingly just slicing at random. The idea of it terrified, yet there was a strange warmth building within her.

She felt blood flow down her body from her stomach and chest, eventually coming down to coat her lower lips. And despite the circumstances, the feeling was somehow just as arousing as what Hajime was doing earlier.

Meanwhile, Hajime laughed as he cut her over and over. However, suddenly, instead of screaming, Mikan moaned, and Hajime paused. Mikan finally had a moment to catch her breath. Every beat of her heart pushed blood out of the now dozens of small cuts she had all over her body. It wasn't enough to make her bleed out, but could be bad if it wasn't treated properly. Even through the pain she felt, Mikan was still thinking like a nurse.

And at the same time, the pain was starting to feel better and better, almost to the point where it felt...sensual.

Hajime frowned at her, then shook his head and tentatively cut her again. This one was slightly deeper, and as she felt that odd pleasure that came with it, she moaned again.

"What the…" Hajime mumbled, and cut her again, once again leaving her moaning. He snarled, and did it again, then again, then again, each time getting the same result.

"Are you enjoying this?!" Hajime shouted.

"H-Hajime…" Mikan answered, shaking no longer out of fear, but of pleasure. She shakily moved her bloody hand from her shoulder to her crotch, where she gently caressed her clit. "I-I'm…"

"You aren't supposed to enjoy it!" Hajime shouted. Even his anger couldn't detract from the lust she was feeling right now.

"Hajime...I want you…" Mikan used her fingers to spread her lips open wide, revealing a mixture of blood and juices that created a shiny concoction inside her. Hajime growled at her.

"Now…that's not how this is supposed to work!" He exclaimed as he got off the bed and walked away. As he huffed, Mikan took a moment to examine his beautiful ass. Then he turned around, and she was disappointed to see his erection fleeing.

"Hajime...please!" Mikan pleaded, spreading her legs and her lips open wide, the movement causing her agony that only made her feel better. She felt herself drooling, desperately wanting him inside her.

"Get out." Hajime said, and Mikan felt her face pale.

"Wh-what?!" Mikan exclaimed. "N-no, you can't! You can't!"

"Get out!" He said again, pointing to the door. Mikan shook her head, and got to her feet. The sudden movement caused her wounds to bleed further, and she stumbled, lightheaded. Hajime moved to the side, making a conscious effort to not catch her as she tumbled into the wall, bringing her more pain. She did her best to turn and straighten herself so she could look him in the eye. Her legs trembled.

"Please! I'll do anything!" She pleaded.

"I said get out!" He repeated, reaching for her, but she leaned away, despite the pain it brought.

"Please! I-I'll take off my clothes! I'll give you money!" She said. Hajime frowned and looked her up and down. Once Mikan realized the stupidity of her statement, she shook her head. "Sorry, force of habit, just please! I'll do anything!" She felt herself beginning to cry again, and Hajime opened his mouth to speak, but stopped. He looked her directly in the eyes, and slowly closed his mouth. He stared at her for a few seconds before the smile finally returned to his face.

"Anything?" He asked, and she nodded. He snickered, and walked over to the bathroom. Once again, Mikan admired his right ass as he walked. She heard him shuffle around a bit in some cabinets, then return to the main room, holding some rope.

"Alright then. I know exactly what you can do for me~" he said.

The blood began flowing almost as soon as the knife touched her skin. He pressed it down, shoving the knife underneath her eyeball, taking advantage of the rather large amount of space between it and the eye socket. As soon as he had the blade as far in as he needed, her screams filled the cabin, making him shiver with excitement.

However, he quickly shoved his hand over her mouth. As much as he relished in her shrieks, he didn't want her alerting everyone as to what was happening. Not yet anyway. He had to be satisfied with watching the horror in her eyes as tears flowed down, mixing with the blood that started splattering her face and his hand clasped over it. She thrashed wildly in the bonds he had placed her in. She had agreed to this, but he knew she'd still need to be restrained. Her body would naturally try to fight back.

After the blade was inserted, he quickly severed the nerve, and Mikan's screams echoed loudly against his palm. Hajime moaned at the ecstasy those noises gave him. With the nerve detached, he simply pried at the eyeball, and with an unbelievably satisfying popping sound, it launched out of her head and onto the floor. Her thrashing intensified, making her look possessed as blood began pouring from the new wound. Her eyelids stayed shut, but without something solid to wrap around, they sat there in an unstable form. Even through the eyelids, the blood seeped over her face.

Hajime tossed aside the knife, and reached down, opening up the eyelids with his fingers. Immediately, the blood began flowing faster, the crimson liquid bringing a smile to his face. The socket was dark and red, a strange, yet beautiful sight.

Now for what he really wanted.

Hajime stood up, and carefully maneuvered himself over Mikan's face. Her other eye was still closed. He pried back open her eyelids, and without hesitation, he plunged his dick into her open eye socket.

Mikan's screams grew intense and shrill, louder than any he'd heard before, louder than any scream Mahiru had ever made. He covered her mouth once more, and pushed himself in. Unfortunately, he quickly hit a literal wall, his dick only partially inside. Blood coated his head and part of his shaft as he wiggled it around inside her. Tears streamed down Mikan's remaining eye. The wall of her eye socket felt odd against Hajime's head. The blood also felt wrong against it, which surprised Hajime. He'd expected it to feel good, but instead it felt...wrong, ironically enough.

Growling, he pulled his dick out, and let her eyelids close once more. Mikan's breathing was rapid, and while she was still cringing in agony, she had calmed down now that he was out of her. He took a step back and ran a hand through his hair. What now? He had been planning to fuck her eye socket, but it was too small! He knew he wouldn't get the pleasure he wanted. Yet, he was still hard, still ready to release.

Hajime then looked down at Mikan's face. Sweat and tears mixed with the crimson blood on her face to create an ugly concoction, leaving it a watery, lighter red shade than it was previously. At the sight, his dick twitched.

It would have to do.

Hajime took a step towards her and grabbed his dick firmly. He began to pump it, facing it towards Mikan's face.

He knew she only agreed to this because she thought he would fuck her, but he never actually said that. And even if he hadn't agreed to it, he didn't have to do it. There was nothing she could really do to force him to put it in her. Mikan could simply wait. It would only help to get her to do more things he wanted, just so she could get him inside her.

So, Hajime simply jerked off over her. He pumped hard, closing his eyes and thinking about everything he'd done, at least up until she started enjoying it. As the day played through his mind, his pumping accelerated faster and faster.

"H-Hajime…" Her voice sounded weak, but he ignored her, and simply continued as he felt his climax approaching. Hajime opened his eyes once more, and got a sudden idea. Her eye was open, but as soon as he grabbed her eyelids again, her good eye closed again. He leaned forward and groaned as he unloaded into her eye socket, making her lurch in pain as his warm cum shot into the hole. It quickly mixed with the blood, creating an unholy concoction inside. Some of it splattered onto Mikan's face, mixing with the sweat and tears as well. His body lurched in waves as he unloaded into her, letting out every last drop. Once he was done, he let go of the eyelids, and they slapped closed, spraying semen everywhere. Some of it dripped out from behind them as Mikan continued crying.

"Beautiful." Hajime said, and moved to untie Mikan. As soon as she had an arm free, she instinctively reached for her eye, and when she touched it, she screeched in pain. He got the rest of her bonds and she stood, causing more blood and semen to drip down onto the floor as she stood up.

"You're cleaning this up." Hajime said, and Mikan didn't answer, simply crying, yet smiling at the same time. He moved and sat down on the bloodstained bed. As soon as his butt hit the sheets, he felt the exhaustion overtake his entire body. He hadn't realized how much he'd actually done today. He laid back on the bed, the warm blood against his back only making him feel more tired. Hajime closed his eyes.

After a moment of silence, he heard the sheets rustle, and felt a sudden softness against his arm. Hajime opened his eyes and turned his head. He found Mikan holding his arm between her breasts as she pressed her body against him. It actually wasn't only her breasts, her entire body was soft. It was actually...kinda nice.

"What are you gonna do now?" Mikan asked quietly as she snuggled up to him. Hajime was silent for a bit before he answered.

"I want to do this to everyone." He said, and Mikan looked up at his face. "Not the same way, but I want to do...this...kind of thing to everyone. Something different for each of them." Mikan went silent again, and the two laid there cuddling for a bit before she finally spoke again.

"I'll help you."

Hajime looked over at her with surprise. "What?"

"I'm assuming the sedative was for this sort of thing, as are the extra doses you want." Mikan said, and Hajime nodded. She nuzzled her head against his chest, spreading all the bodily fluids on his face over him. "I can help you, in whatever way you need." Hajime didn't speak, but considered it. It would be helpful to have someone else to assist with his twisted desires.

"Are you sure about that?" He asked, and she nodded.

"Whatever you need." She assured him. He huffed, and the two fell into silence once more, laying there. Eventually, Hajime placed an arm around Mikan's shoulder, bringing her closer. Eventually, his exhaustion took over, and he fell into a deep sleep.