The hospital room pulses with the low, rhythmic beep of the monitor as you shift beneath the thin sheets, the last traces of your flu fading, your body still warm from the fever. The dim light from the hallway seeps through the cracked curtain, casting a sultry glow over the sterile walls, the faint antiseptic scent mingling with the heat of the night, creating an intoxicating blend that lingers in the air.

Mayko Tanaka tiptoes inside like a cat in heat, her jet-black hair in a tousled bun with a stethoscope swaying provocatively between her full breasts, her dark brown eyes raking over you with a predatory hunger that promises trouble. Her tight nurse uniform clings to her curvy frame, the skirt riding high on her thighs, the top unbuttoned to reveal a lacy black bra that peeks out with every breath, her hips swaying with deliberate intent as she locks the door with a soft, deliberate click.

She's been your caretaker all week, her teasing touches and sly winks easing your recovery, but now, with the ward hushed and the night hers to claim, her lust takes the driver's seat, her smirk a silent vow of what's to come. She saunters to your bedside, her heels clicking with a seductive rhythm, the sound echoing in the quiet room as she perches on the edge, her hand sliding up your thigh under the sheet with a boldness that sends a shiver through you, arousing you instantly.

Her fingers trace the growing bulge, her voice a husky whisper, "Time for your special check-up, baby let's see what's up," as her gaze drops to your erection, a low "Oh my..." escaping her lips, followed by a slow lick of her red-painted mouth. She leans closer, her uniform slipping further to expose more cleavage, the stethoscope dragging cold and teasing across your chest, her breath hot against your ear as she purrs, "Looks like someone's ready for Nurse Mayko's private treatment."