A reminder! "Bad outcome" is a format of non-canonical chapters for this fanfiction, which describe alternative developments if the main character or other characters at one time or another would commit wrong actions or mentally break down. To some extent, they can be considered semi-canonical, if you pull them a little by the ears. The format is experimental and absorbs all the negative emotions and obscene thoughts of the author so that they do not appear in the main plot. Do not read it to particularly sensitive people.
Warnings for the head: sleeping woman, harassment, without consent, incipient fetishes for warmth and life.
As soon as "Deadman" approached the sleeping nurse, his heart was filled with warmth. Shizuka Marikawa's beauty enchanted him, and her voice had a calming effect.
He carefully reached for her shoulder, intending to wake her, but his fingers, as if by themselves, touched her light, like sunbeams, hair. He ran his hand over her smooth cheek, radiating a pleasant warmth. Shizuka always slept soundly, and he was not afraid to disturb her. In her sleep, she seemed even sweeter and more defenseless than in her waking state. He could not disturb her peace.
"Deadman" silently took the keys to the lockers from the table, because he knew every corner of the medical center well. First, he took out the motherwort tincture, but as soon as he took a step towards the teapot, he felt a sharp pain in his upper back. Ray's righteous anger was still making itself felt. Along with the tincture, he took the bruise ointment and headed to the refrigerator cabinet. He needed ice for a cold compress.
He emptied the cup of motherwort, took off his shirt and pressed the compress to his back. All that was left was to lie down and rest a bit. Logically, he should have taken the free bed, but he wanted to go to the occupied one. Passing behind the curtain, "Deadman" saw the teacher Kyoko Hayashi fast asleep. She was lying on her back, her arms spread out. Her reddish-brown hair was scattered under her head. There were traces of tears under her eyes. Her glasses were lying on the nightstand. She was still wearing clothes: a white suit and a yellow top that revealed her cleavage, a black knee-length skirt and brown tights. Her figure was not much inferior in fullness to the same Shizuka. At least her breasts were the second largest in the entire school. "Deadman" admired her beauty for a long time: her breasts, her legs, her face... but then he came to his senses.
He approached her without malice. His movements were calm and careful. He only checked her pulse and breathing. His heart was beating steadily, but his head was swarming with anxious thoughts.
As a future "medic," he knew that an overdose of sedatives could be deadly, especially after a trauma such as the death of a loved one. He trusted the competence of nurse Marikawa, but she was often absent-minded and inattentive. Kyoko Hayashi might secretly take more pills due to stress.
"Deadman" checked her pockets, the entire bed, even looked down her cleavage. But there were no signs of an empty pack of medications. It was impossible to determine by eye whether she had overdosed on the pills. The only thing he could say for sure was that she slept like a log. No matter how much he shook her shoulder, she did not wake up. He even poked her cheek, but there was no reaction. Her face did not express any pain or suffering. There was no heat or cold. That was good.
He sat down on the bed, moving her legs a little. He pressed the compress to his back and simply sat next to the sleeping Kyoko. Her face was calm, almost peaceful. But dark thoughts swarmed in his head.
He imagined how he would communicate with the teacher. The prospects were not pleasant: shattered nerves, a dead loved one, a possible apocalypse, relatives who could be dead, and no salvation in the near future. And, most importantly, another personal dislike of the beautiful woman for his person. He had no illusions that she would sincerely thank him for saving her and would not harbor a grudge for teacher Teshima. At best, she would avoid meeting him, and at worst, she would slap him and accuse him of all mortal sins. She would claim that Teshima could have been saved, or that the "Deadman" simply decided to take advantage of the moment and get rid of the annoying teacher. Although she and Teshima were on friendly terms, any sensual woman would always find a reason and explanation to justify words of hatred.
He had seen many zombie movies and knew all the rules and cliches. But maybe he would be lucky and that would not happen. Time would tell, but for now, the "Deadman" sat next to the sleeping Kyoko, and his thoughts were the only interlocutors in this silence.
'I wonder if her body is as warm as Rey's?' thought the "Deadman". He knew that such thoughts shouldn't have occurred to him, but curiosity got the better of him.
Kyoko lay still, her breathing deep and even, as if she was unaware of the boy's presence and his actions. "Deadman" ran his fingers over the smooth material of her tights with a slight tremor, feeling the warmth of her skin beneath them. He traced the graceful curve of her calf, admiring the softness and fine bones hidden beneath it.
"Deadman's" hand slid down Kyoko's leg, his fingers gently tracing the graceful curve of her calf. He could feel the warmth of her skin even through the thin fabric of her stockings. When he reached her ankle, he carefully took hold of her foot and lifted it slightly. His thumb stroked the arch of her foot in slow, circular motions, feeling the delicate bones and tendons beneath the silky fabric.
His hand touched her shin again and began to move slowly upward, caressing her knee and the back of her thigh. The fabric of her tights rustled softly under his touch.
Kyoko's eyelids fluttered slightly as "Deadman's" hand moved further, disappearing under the hem of her skirt. His fingers brushed the soft, silky skin of her inner thigh, and through the thin fabric of her tights he could feel the heat of her flesh. He could feel the firm but pliant muscle of her thigh, and sense the graceful curve and narrowing of her leg. His hand moved higher, approaching the crotch of her legs, and the sensitive skin began to tingle with the unnatural heat.
When the hand of the "Deadman" reached the top of Kyoko's thighs, his fingers lightly touched the mound of her sex organ covered by the cloth. Even in deep sleep, Kyoko's body instinctively responded to this intimate touch. Her hips shifted slightly, and a soft sigh escaped from her parted lips. The fabric of her panties, hidden under her skirt and stockings, seemed damp and warm to the "Deadman". He felt the heat emanating from her womb, felt the soft folds of her sex even through the layers of clothing.
The hand of the "Deadman" gently touched the soft skin of Kyoko's buttocks, barely covered by the thin fabric of her stockings. He enjoyed the feeling of the elastic, but pliable flesh, enjoying how her "cheek" filled his palm. He gently massaged the elastic mound, plunging his fingers into the soft fabric, squeezing and stretching it. Kyoko's body remained motionless, she was in a dream world, not noticing his obscene caresses. The breathing of the "Deadman" became more and more heavy and intermittent, he continued to caress the sleeping beauty.
The "Deadman" climbed onto the narrow cot, the metal frame creaking under his weight. He settled next to Kyoko, who lay on her back, the heat of her body warming his skin. His palm settled on her waist and the curve of her hip, holding her close. Kyoko's body was soft and pliant in his arms, her warmth seeping into him as she slept on, blissfully unaware of their closeness.
"Deadman" fingers found the buttons of Kyoko's jacket, and his heart began to beat faster as he slowly began to unbutton them one by one. The fabric parted, revealing a yellow tank top that hugged the woman's figure. The Deadman held his breath as he saw her cleavage, her creamy skin, and the inviting curves of her breasts. He could feel the heat radiating from her body, sense the life and energy that coursed through her veins.
With growing excitement and anticipation, "Deadman" slipped his hands under the hem of Kyoko's yellow top. His fingers brushed the smooth, warm skin of her stomach as he slowly pulled the fabric upward, revealing more and more of her toned belly. The smooth muscles of her stomach became visible, and the definition of her torso hinted at her athletic build. "Deadman's" breath caught as he saw the delicate lace of her bra and the creamy mounds of her breasts that rose and fell with each breath she took in her sleep. He could feel the warmth of her skin, sense the life and energy that coursed through her veins. His heart pounded as he continued to pull the fabric upward, revealing more of her flesh to his hungry gaze.
The tips of the "Deadman's" fingers glided gently over the smooth skin of Kyoko's bare stomach, drawing circles and eights, enjoying the silkiness of her skin. He felt the tense muscles tremble slightly under his touch, felt the warmth and life that pulsed through her.
His hand moved lower, his fingers teasingly dipping into her navel before moving up to her chest. He could hear her heartbeat, steady and strong, a rhythm that beat beneath his palm. Kyoko's skin flushed and warmed, the heat of her arousal growing with each passing second. However, she remained in her sleepy state, blissfully oblivious to the intimate caresses of the "Deadman."
His hand moved higher, cupping the soft swell of Kyoko's breast through the thin lace of her bra. He could feel the weight of it, the yielding softness of her flesh beneath his palm. His fingers sank into the soft material, kneading and squeezing the yielding mound. He felt her nipple harden under his touch, swelling and pressing against his palm.
Kyoko's chest rose and fell faster, her breathing becoming shallower and more uneven as her body instinctively responded to the Deadman's touch. A small, ragged sigh escaped her parted lips, barely audible but loud enough to send a shudder down the Deadman's spine.
With his fingertips, the "Deadman" gently touched the graceful curve of Kyoko's cheek, the pad of his thumb barely touching her soft skin. He could feel the warmth of her breath, hear the soft sighs that escaped her lips as she slept. Unable to resist, he traced the outline of her lips with his finger, plump and inviting. Slowly, as if teasingly, he ran his thumb over her bottom lip, feeling the silky texture and slight dampness.
"Deadman" leaned closer, burying his nose in the silky strands of Kyoko's hair. He inhaled deeply, filling his lungs with her scent, a delicate mixture of shampoo, perfume, and something uniquely hers. The scent was intoxicating, awakening something primal within him. He buried his nose in her neck, inhaling the scent of her skin, feeling the softness of her hair against his cheek. Kyoko's scent enveloped him, her presence consuming his senses, and he was unaware of anything but the two of them, lost in their own intimate world.
Unable to resist any longer, "Deadman" gently pressed his lips to the smooth skin of Kyoko's neck. He could feel the warmth of her body, sense the life and energy that coursed through her veins. His lips lingered on her skin, savoring her taste, feeling her silky hair brush his cheek. "Deadman's" hand slid from her cheek to the back of her head, fingers tangling in the silky locks as he pulled her close. He could feel Kyoko's pulse beating beneath his lips, heard the soft sighs and broken whispers that escaped her as she stirred slightly in her sleep.
"Deadman" carefully took Kyoko's hand in his, intertwining their fingers. He felt the warmth of her skin and the softness of her palm. It was as if their fingers were made for each other, perfect to connect. "Deadman" squeezed her hand gently, admiring its fragile strength. Kyoko's hand lay limply in his, still lost in sleep, unaware of their intimate connection. "Deadman" brought their joined hands to his lips and kissed her knuckles softly, feeling the softness of her smooth skin. He felt a spark ignite within him, a deep desire for intimacy he had never felt before.
"Deadman" gently rolled Kyoko onto her side, and her body arched obediently in his arms. He pressed himself against her from behind, pressing his chest against her back and wrapping his arms around her waist to pull her closer. "Deadman" felt every curve and contour of her body, from the soft roundness of her breasts to the wideness of her hips. "Deadman" felt the heat of Kyoko's body, felt her flesh yield to his touch.
"Deadman's" hands slid up Kyoko's sides, cupping her soft breasts gently. He felt them filling his palms, the warm, pliant flesh sliding beneath his fingers.
"Deadman's" thumbs found her nipples through the thin lace of her bra, rubbing and teasing the sensitive apexes. They hardened under his touch, pushing against his thumbs as he squeezed and pinched them. Kyoko's breathing grew heavier, her chest rising and falling rapidly under "Deadman's" hands.
Suddenly, Kyoko said one word that knocked "Deadman" out of his rhythm.
"Teshima…" It was not just a colleague's name, but rather a loved one's name that escaped the lips of the sleeping teacher. This word made the "Deadman" stop and realize how vicious his actions and desires were. He carefully lowered Kyoko back onto her back, adjusted her clothes, and buttoned up his jacket.
Finally, he gently ran his hand over her cheek and hair, realizing that, despite her strictness and age, the teacher was a fragile and sensitive girl who needed protection and help.
The most amazing thing he felt at that moment was the desire to take on this role and feel the warmth of this woman once again. He could not understand what feelings had pushed him to this decision. Perhaps it was kindness and humanity, or maybe lust and greed, or calculation and benefit? He could not answer this question even to himself.
However, he knew one thing for sure: "I will not be a stupid hero. Heroes do not live long..." With these words, he got up from his bunk and went out through the curtain. He needed to have a heart-to-heart talk with someone to regain his composure. After all, his recent actions were not normal. Will he ever be able to become normal again?