Makoto, in patient clothes, lying on bed, with an electronic thermometer in hand: "Stricken down by a common cold…that will put a dent on my confidence to my immune system. Maybe the 'Close Encounters of the Boobs Kind' with her during the summer vacation were too strong to absorb…I know I know! My current sickness has absolutely nothing to do with those…still a flicker of thought doesn't hurt, right?" He puts the thermometer back to the nightstand: "Now let's observe from the bright side: While others are being tortured by the hypnagogue-like lessons in classrooms or by the razor-shape, Moscow-freezing wind of November on the playground, I can enjoy the hospitable and serene surrounding, in the form of monopoly. Oh yeah, always focus on the silver lining , that's why I can prevail in this world hostile to life as we know it."

As Makoto boasts, sounds of footsteps generated by high-heels appear form far side of corridor and are moving closer, which don't escape from his ears: "Commander School-Nurse is returning to her base of operation, gotta perform accordingly or that harsh mistress may toss me out from this sanctuary, prematurely ending my unscheduled yet welcomed R&R." Footsteps stop right outside the door, door is opened, then he hears a girl's sweet and soft voice: "Makoto-kun?"

"Yeah, that's me…" Suddenly Makoto realizes something amiss: "Wait a sec, this voice is tremendously familiar, and so far only one person in Sakakino Gakuen addresses me in this way. So I have the best chance to guess you are…" He turns his sight to infirmary's entrance and figures out the harsh Commander School-Nurse turns out to be a goddess — Kotonoha Katsura, yet in a rather "harsh" nurse-uniform: White, flimsy outfit with short-sleeves and miniskirt, accurately outlines the torso of her goddess-grade body, especially the signature exaggeratingly immense bosom uncontested in the entire campus, as if challenging the limit of the extensibilities of her clothes' materials, not to mention the low-open neckline reveals a considerable portion of the fathomless, tightly-squeezing cleavage; meanwhile the slightly transparent white pantyhose wraps the feet and the long, curvaceous legs, plus the high-heeled sandals of same color, as well as the tiny nurse-hat atop the knee-length, straight and silky hair of dark-purple, are ideal accessories to amplify the sensuality of the "Uniform Seductions of the Nurses Kind" in an cosmic scale.

Makoto: "Her very existence is to pulverize others', especially males', rationalities. Now I have a perfect comprehension to the definition of 'She, the Ultimate Weapon'. And whoever designed the clothes, I'll award him or her a Medal of Honor and a First Class Order of the Patriotic War. Say, I had handmade so many costumes of different categories, swimming suits, mikos, office ladies, students, cat-eared maids, bunny-eared waiters, cheongsams, polices, militaries…even lingerie, but never thought about nurses, gotta set this category as priority one when I tailor again…"

Then the boy suddenly realizes there's one more crucial point almost missed by him. "Why Kotonoha dress up like a school-nurse? I mean where the original school-nurse had gone?" Makoto asks the goddess who also happens to be his lover.

Kotonoha: "She's on leave today and I'm assigned to take her place since I've got an initial-level nursing certificate…" Then she finds herself is about to miss a crucial point: "Makoto-kun you're ill?"

Makoto: "Well, as you can see, I've got a common cold with a low fever…what are you doing?" He sees Kotonoha rushes to storage to get all medical supplies available and transfers them to Makoto's place: "Don't worry Makoto-kun, I'll repair you to full health. Just hang on for one minute…"

"Easy pal, easy!" Makoto tries to stop Kotonoha as he watches her puts down an arm of medicines and turns around to get more. "Kotonoha, this isn't the case…" Kotonoha puts down a sphygmomanometer and several containers of pills and turns around to get more, as she puts an electrocardiograph on Makoto's bedstand, he's able to catch her arm: "Common cold is not that serious, calm down, I'll automatically self-heal after a couple of hours. Anyway, it's very sweet of you to care me so much, but now just calm down, I'm cool." Hearing this, Kotonoha feels a great concern is relieved, she pats on her chest: "よかった、誠くん、よかった。" As that pair of over-sized entities bounces up and down with her actions, demonstrating how firm and elastic they are. Years later Makoto reminisces and comments: "My Kotonoha always concerns everything in a very serious way, that's her biggest shortcoming — also one of her biggest strongpoints."

Kotonoha, being assured no necessaries to give any medical treatments to her self-healing boyfriend, sits on a chair beside Makoto's bed, holds his hand: "Poor Makoto-kun, what else can I do for you? Bedtime stories? I can tell some Star Trek novels I've read before…" Makoto: "I'm grateful, but since I mainly concentrate on Star Wars, let's pass it." Years later Makoto reminisces and comments: "Telling bedtime stories is my exclusivity, just like what I do for Itaru all the time." In the following hour, both of them have few contents to say, however Makoto finds a nice topic to share with his girlfriend: "Say, it's almost twelve o'clock, I propose us to discuss the lunch issue."

Lunchtime is always sweet to a couple, especially when they are alone. Kotonoha, comparing with her consistent reserved, elegant lady's manner, evidently becomes more active at here. She picks up a round of sushi decorated with some salmon roe and caviar roe by chopsticks: "Makoto-kun, here, ah…" As the boy about to take a bite, her hands retract, as if playing with a kitty: "Missed." Makoto, like Kotonoha, rarely shows a childish expression with pouting: "This is teasing!" Kotonoha smiles: "Makoto-kun is so cute." Years later Makoto reminisces and comments: "I surprisingly discovered another side of hers, the side that only being revealed to me."

After the happy lunchtime, Makoto feels very satisfied: "My health-bar have been regenerated to 95%. Now I can take a nap to complete rest of the healing process." At this point, he finds Kotonoha is extremely bashful on her seat: "Makoto-kun, could I ask you…I mean…" Her face is reddened like tomato: "…would you like to sleep…sleep on my thighs?"

Makoto can't believe his ears: "Kotonoha are you serious?" Kotonoha lowers her head embarrassingly as her face is completely red-hot, indeed she's serious. Knowing this, Makoto is overjoyed: "I had waited for this too long." So Kotonoha holds Makoto in her arms, gently puts his head on her thighs, pats him like comforting an infant, even humming some kind of berceuse. Makoto feels his consciousness is slowly drifting away: "Kotonoha's body…so alabaster and fragrant, warm and soft, like delicious marshmallows…nah, marshmallows are too inferior for description, gotta check dictionaries for proper metaphors. And the tactility of her thighs and pantyhose…being ill is too great! Gonna give a one-ton-weight medal to the creator of Chinese proverb 'sàiwēngshīmǎ'." Years later he reminisces and comments: "That was one of my most blessed days."

For the first time of being so bold, having her lover sleeps on thighs, feeling his temperature and breath, Kotonoha once again get blushed: "Makoto-kun…I'm…so happy." She's even blusher as Makoto replies: "I'm happy to be with Kotonoha like this too." What she doesn't know is Makoto's words have two levels of meaning, the first level is obvious, second level, well, only can be comprehend by himself, that is, from his angle of view, "Twin Mountain Everest" on his lover's bust occupy his entire visual field, also slightly up and down synchronous with their owner's breathing. Moreover, Makoto figures out the nurse-skirt is actually kinda too narrow on that sector, making the pair seem to break free at any time, he even can make out the subtle bulge on the summit of each mountain. Years later he reminisces and comments: "I'm surprised that I didn't pass out when seeing those heavenly entities, they are completely off the chart. How can such a slender figure be able to support massive bosom of this magnitude? Well, laws of physics may not, at least not completely, apply to her. Say, which one will kill me first, being crushed by them or being suffocated by them? I think both are equally appealing."

Suddenly Makoto is obsessed by an evil thought, so evil and results he to become so reckless and make it happen immediately.

Kotonoha is pushed down on the bed and is suppressed by Makoto. "Makoto-kun…" Shocked and panicked, she tries to ask him to stop, but her cherry-colored lips are instantly sealed by a deep kiss. Kotonoha feels Makoto is like a vampire or an incubus of some kind, because her strength is being rapidly drained out by kissing, rendering herself unable to resist, now she's like a lamb on altar, "The Ultimate Weapon" is now completely stripped from any offensive and defensive capabilities. Minutes later, Kotonoha feels her lips are released, but she rather not to be, since Makoto has moved his attack to her extremely busty chest, he's undressing her by unfasten buttons one by one.

Kotonoha protests in a weak volume: "Makoto-kun...no…we're not ready to do this…" Makoto answers in an evil way: "So we are doing 'that'." "No!" Kotonoha cries out soundlessly as she feels cool air begins to brush on her chest's tender and sensitive skin.

The first level of defense is neutralized, Kotonoha's excessively-large breasts appear before Makoto's eyes with a bounce, simultaneously stirring up a different kind of tantalizing, sweet aroma, seems they are very happy about being partly freed. These colossal-sized mountains are still under protection of a pink, silk minimizer-brassiere, and this breasts-cover is front-closure and strapless, with beautiful patterns of roses and peonies on demi-cups, looks like some luxury brand from Europe or North America. Makoto samples for a minute by his vision, then renders conclusions: "Matured design, it's more likely used to seduce opposite sex by an adult wearer. Also I'd like to say it's still too small to your size, you need to have a bigger one." True as he says, compare with Kotonoha's bust, the brassiere is evidently too small, edges of the cups obviously snap into surface of snow-white, overly-full flesh; on summits of twin mountains, a pair of strained bulges erect under demi-cups, seems will penetrate through at any time. Having expected what will happen next, Kotonoha replies with sob as her pretty, dark-purple eyes are filled with tears: "My mother purchased it for me during her business trips abroad, I can change it at home if Makoto-kun release me…"

Makoto: "I think even foreign brands still need to be specially customized to fit you, and today you won't need this for a while anyways." He speaks as moves near to her deep-set cleavage, captures the key to unlock the final defense — ribbon bowknot between the mountains by teeth, pull it loose.

The pair of fully ripen and gorgeous fruits that Kotonoha never shows to others now is completely exposed to Makoto with a bounce again, then the twins proudly stand soaring and firmly on their foundations, as if declaring their existences with pride, no to mention becoming even larger and loftier after being liberated from the suppressive confinement. "I'm done for…" Kotonoha feels Makoto's burning gaze, desperately closes her eyes to embrace imaginary imminent rude groping also loss of virginity. But one minute later nothing happens, confused, Kotonoha opens her eyes and discovers Makoto is thoroughly mesmerized: "Such perfect curves even the geometry authorities are incapable to draw! Such flawless color of white even the top artists of fine arts are unable to tone! And the slightly puffy areolas on tops, plus long, large, plump nipples in the centers, both are ruby-like… Twelve stars out of ten!"

Kotonoha is even more confused: "え？"

Minutes later, both of them are lying on bed, Makoto is sucking the ripen-strawberry-like buds standing on the tops of both Kotonoha's immense and lofty breasts alternately with an obsessed gentleness, even her mammary glands are yet to be sufficiently developed to secrete milk, but he feels like being breastfed as another unique sweet and intoxicating fragrance of hers is spreading in his mouth. He asks in a blurred tone: "Kotonoha, are you feeling great? If not, I can stop at any time." Kotonoha is panting and moaning as feeling her hypersensitive breasts are melting from both internal and external. She tenderly and blissfully watches her boyfriend latches on her chest like a starving baby, tightly hugging him: "It's so itchy…Makoto-kun you just scared me…I thought I will…" Makoto: "I once thought that too." Kotonoha strokes Makoto's hair, complains in a childish way: "Makoto-kun…is cunning…"

Suddenly the infirmary door bursts open violently, Sekai Saionji rushes in and is enraged: "Makoto what are you doing here!? I thought you're sick and come to show my concern, but now you're flirting sexually with school-nurse?! Wait, that school-nurse looks somehow familiar…" Before she can finish the sentence, Kotonoha suddenly "teleports" behind her and injects some liquid into her neck, immediately shuts her down: "Sorry Saionji-san, for violating the term of not to be noisy in the infirmary, especially when patients are presented."

Kotonoha has the unconscious Sekai placed in a large cabinet where is used to contain heavy equipment such as stretchers and wheelchairs, closing the door up, then turns to her lover with an seductive smile: "She'll be fine. So Makoto-kun, would you like more medical services here or in form of 'home delivery'?"

"The second option." Makoto chooses immediately, with a drop of cartoon-rendered sweat appears on the back of his head. "This is my Kotonoha, never stops surprising me." He talks to himself.