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Kisha trembles as you wheel her through the corridors of the basement. It's actually a well-lit area, this place. Clean, white walls. Padded panels line the ceiling and the floor. Fluorescent lighting, of course, to give the whole place that eerie hospital vibe.

There's a reason you set up shop in that decrepit hospital when you first arrived in the city. Part of it was to lay low, and then a part of you just enjoys the whole horror movie aesthetic and how it scares some people. You suppose you're a bit of a terrible person for getting off on their fear like that. Well, more of a sexy, seductive monster than you already are~!

Still, this is getting a bit old.

"Kisha, dear, you don't have to worry," you coo.

"Sorry I just – I just hate hospitals," Kisha grumbles.

Ah.

Right. You close your eyes, imagining the scene. What Kisha must have gone through.

The multitude of doctors who tell you nothing can be done, that you'll never walk again as a small child. Your parents and sister scrimping and saving, burning their lives away so that you can go see the worthless flesh sacks who continually tell you nothing can be done—room after sterile room, examination table after table, an endless cycle of misery and depression.

… How uncute. Your mouth twists with disgust.

Good thing you're on the spot now! You're Void Heart, Magical Girl, specialties in biomancy, stealth, mental manipulation, and a few other fields you've picked up. You dare say you've taken apart more bodies than Kisha has ever conceived of in her lifetime.

If you can't fix Kisha when one of your specialties is literally to shape, mold, and corrupt flesh?

Then nobody in this wretched world can.

"We're here, dear," you say sunnily as you wheel Kisha into the room you've reserved, right up to the medical table that's laid out in the center.

"… Okay."

"Now, I'm going to need you to take off your clothes," you say as your tone slips into a more professional cadence. "I need to get a good look at your spine, I want to see what I'm dealing with."

"… I didn't think you were going to try to fix me this early," Kisha admits.

"Fix you, improve you, I have so many things I want to do to you," you purr. "But I made a promise first and foremost to heal you, dear girl. And I always keep my promises. Now strip, please."

You grin as the adorable girl nods hesitantly and starts shucking her clothes, tossing them to the side. "You aren't… You aren't going to try to do things to me, right?"

"Not yet. This is strictly a medical examination, don't worry," you mention, deciding to leave off the innuendoes and teasing for now.

With Kisha's history? Probably better to be a bit sensitive. Besides, you're here on business right now. Not pleasure. You turn towards your computer monitor, fingers running across the keyboard.

"I'm going to need help taking off my skirt. And panties. And… Getting out of the wheelchair," Kisha mumbles.

"Not a problem, I'll get to that in a moment," you reply breezily. "Is your medical history accurate?"

"Wha – Yes?" Kisha blinks.

"No other allergies? No other underlying medical conditions apart from nanomachine rejection?"

"No, it's just… Just the degenerative spine disease, the spinal injury I got, and… And the other thing," Kisha replies.

"What medications have you been on recently? Have you had any illnesses and infections recently?"

"Shouldn't you know all this already?" Kisha complains.

"Always best to be thorough, my dear. Something might slip through the cracks otherwise. If you weren't to be mine, I wouldn't go through all this trouble. But you are, so I'd prefer to be more careful than I otherwise might," you explain.

"You're seriously going to try to fix my spine problem. Today."

"I seriously am," you nod, the epitome of solemnity. "I told you didn't I? When I make a promise, I keep it."

There are many things you act irreverent towards. The world, the dumb garbage people who infest the world, the idiot corpos who've helped run the world into the ground. You are a lewd, capricious, cruel monster who gets her kicks off of molesting cute girls and infecting their brains with debauchery and obscenity. Shit, you've got your new sex pet Heavenly Testament down here, getting her brains fucked out her ears by the tentacle pods you've set up for that explicit purpose.

… You wonder what she'll be like towards the end of the week? Ah, you can't wait to find out…

The point is, you might do all those things. But even you have things you take seriously. Promises? Oaths? Contracts? You take your promises very seriously.

Someone has to.

"Alright then," Kisha breathes out slowly. "… Let's get to it."

"Indeed. Let's."

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Kisha's back would be a nicer thing to behold if it weren't just… A canvas depicting a whole landscape of medical malpractice through neglect.

You run your hand across the ropey ridge of scar tissue that goes down Kisha's slim back, starting at her shoulders, cutting right through her spine and terminating at her hip. It's a ridiculously ugly scar for such a cute girl to have…

"Monster attack did this?" You ask.

"… Gargoyles, that's what the Magical Girl who rescued me said. The doctors said it shattered the lower vertebrae in my spine, mangled the spinal cord. Then they found out I already had a degenerative spinal disease, and that I rejected nanomachine treatment…"

"And then they gave you pain meds, and basically left you untreated," you reply flatly.

"… We were too poor to afford anything else…" Kisha mumbles.

"Well, you're here now. Give me a moment to do a quick scan… Do you feel anything?" You ask as you place your hand on Kisha's atrophied thighs. And isn't that another travesty of justice. Cute girls should have sensitive toes to suck on, ticklish feet to molest. Shapely calves, squishy thighs to bury your head between.

How can you molest Kisha's legs if she can't even feel what you're doing?!

"No, nothing."

"How about now?" You ask as you lay your hand on Kisha's butt. The girl shivers.

"… Yes, I feel that…"

Loss of lower motor functions, loss of sensation below the hips… But not all sensation? And she clearly felt arousal the first time you saw her, she was practically trying to hump her own hands…

"You masturbate?"

"Wha - ?"

"I'm not trying to do anything with you, just answer the question. I need to know if you've still got feeling in your genitals."

"… Yes," Kisha whimpers. "… I do."

"How often?" You ask idly as you run your hand up Kisha's spine, trying to see how she'll react.

"… Uh… Once a week?"

"Liar," you throw out easily. "You hesitated. Tell the truth. Be honest."

"… Three times every day…" Kisha groans.

"We're going to have to get you to work on that," you comment as you inject just a bit of essence into Kisha's spine. Your eyes light up pink, the same color as the sparks of magic that start seeping into Kisha's skin…

"I know, it's too much - "

"It's too little! Three times a day? That's child's play," you sniff dismissively. "Eh, that's something else I'll have to improve…"

The heck is this degenerative spine thing? Oh, it's genetic? Same as her nanomachine rejection? Ugh. Genetic diseases are always the worst. It's something you can work around, but coupled with the insane spine damage you're seeing? Honestly, it's a miracle Kisha's spine hasn't just outright snapped from the sheer stress it's been under.

It's a minor miracle she's still as functional as she is considering she actually hasn't been treated. She'd probably have lost bladder function and bowel control in a year or two. Difficulty breathing soon after, as the damage accumulates higher up her spine. Probably spasms, exaggerated reflex activities, significantly more pain…

Yeah, no, you're fixing this today, holy crap. You want to have her as your adorable minion.

You can't do that if her own body's crapping out like this.

"Alright, good news, bad news, and one other thing. Good news, I can absolutely fix your spine."

"… Seriously?" Kisha blinks.

"It'll be a pain but I can do it. Some essence-based gene therapy, spinal cord regeneration… I'll actually have to cut into your back though, so that'll be pretty involved. Whole thing should take me… Ten hours?" You sigh. Not the longest process you've ever been involved in, but still. Kind of a pain!

"What's the bad news then?" Kisha fidgets.

"With the way your legs are, you're not going to be able to walk unless I cheat and bulk up your muscles and bones while you're under," you explain. "They're not as atrophied as I was expecting. Has your sister been having you do physical therapy?"

"… She does physical therapy on my legs with me, yes," Kisha replies.

"That's helped, but not enough. There's no way your legs will support your weight. And you haven't used them for years at this point. If you go down the natural route, you'll need to regain all that leg strength, and that'll take a while."

"But you can cheat…?"

"I can, yes. This brings me to my third point. What kind of animal ears do you like?"

"…" Kisha squirms lightly underneath your tender hands. Her back ripples, her shoulders shake. "You're going to c… Change me now? Like how you changed your maids?"

"I figured I might as well since you're already here like this," you shrug off-handedly.

"… My sister will be mad."

"That is true," you admit, rubbing your chin thoughtfully. Hmm, maybe it might be a bit of a bad idea to make modifications that are too obtrusive…

"Cat ears!" Kisha blurts out. "I like… Can you give me ears like what your maids have?"

Eh?

"I like cat ears… I thought they looked cute... And, and can you change my hair color? Just to something else, so that I can see how I look. And…! Can you bump up my bust size too? I want to have bigger breasts..."

Hold on, hold on. Where's all this coming from?

"Alright, alright, slow down," you laugh, placing a soothing hand on the small of Kisha's back. "I promise I will turn you into one of the cutest, sexiest minions I've got. But one step at a time, okay?"

"… Okay…" Kisha whispers.

One step at a time.

Okay. How are you doing this?

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(87/160 Essence, 50 Regen)