Let's get this straight. How do you explain to your boss that you need to leave work early because you have to be a test subject for a pretty controversial scientist? Well, here's the explanation.

Three weeks ago, the notoriously controversial Dr. Voir officially completed her ultimate sexual aphrodisiac, codenamed "LUV77." This took ages. There were variants that didn't work, ones that caused unexpected mood swings, but finally, on the seventy-seventh try, she did it.

She announced her breakthrough to the scientific community, and it was received badly. The ongoing controversy around human-Pokémon intimacy, combined with her already shaky reputation, meant she was practically laughed out of the room. She was fuming. She needed to prove them all wrong.

Then came the day she somehow managed to get a meeting with the Head of the Scientific Council. She presented documents, research data, everything. And she asked for one thing: official approval for the first-ever clinical trial. To everyone's shock, they accepted. With strict conditions, but they accepted.

Now, why are you involved? Simple. You've basically been the go-to lab rat for the Orchid Research Facility for years. You've tested everything from allergy medication to energy drinks. You thought you'd seen it all.

Then, one evening while you were relaxing at home, a direct email from Dr. Voir herself popped up. It wasn't a request. It was a demand. She needed you to sign a new consent form for a "serious project." The attached document was dense with legal and medical jargon. It can't go that bad, right? You signed it.

It's not all that bad, right?

The chair is cold, hard metal against your back. You're sitting in a stark, white, windowless room, wearing nothing but a thin hospital gown that does little to stop the chill. You're strapped in at the wrists and ankles. The air is sterile and silent, broken only by the frantic beating of your own heart. Today is the day, and the reality is much more frightening than the email suggested.

The door hisses open softly. Dr. Voir glides in. She looks exhilarated. Her red eyes are wide behind her rectangular glasses, a brilliant, almost manic smile plastered on her face.

"Excellent! You're right on time, my promising subject!" she chirps, her voice a weird blend of professional cheer and genuine excitement. She pulls up a stool and sits close, too close, her knees almost touching yours. She smells like antiseptic and something sweet. "Alrighty, let's go over the procedure one last time for informed consent. It's very straightforward."

She leans forward, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "First, I will administer a general anesthetic via this IV." She holds up a needle, the liquid inside clear but menacing. "Once you are comfortably under, I will perform a lumbar puncture, just a simple injection into the spinal canal to deliver the LUV77 compound directly into your cerebrospinal fluid. This ensures maximum bioavailability."

She giggles, a light, airy sound that feels utterly wrong in this context. "Then, you'll be moved to a special observation suite to wake up. The compound's effects are profound. It induces a state of primal, overwhelming sexual urgency. The data we gather today will be invaluable!"

She's glossing over everything. What happens in the suite? What are the risks? Your anxiety spikes, a cold sweat breaking out on your forehead. You try to form a question, but your throat is dry.

Dr. Voir notices your fear and gives a dismissive wave of her hand. "Oh, don't you worry. I'll be there to monitor your every reaction. It's all perfectly controlled."

Before you can protest, she's swabbing your arm and inserting the IV. The world begins to swim, sounds becoming distant and echoey. As the darkness creeps in at the edges of your vision, you feel her lean in, her warm breath ghosting past your ear. Her professional tone is gone, replaced by a low, hungry whisper.

"Just relax now... we're going to have so much fun together."

You were going to say something, but then.

Your consciousness returns with a throbbing, pounding ache in your skull. You're no longer in the cold chair. You're lying on something plush. The light is dim, tinted a soft red. The room is set up like a cheap fantasy of a romantic scene, but the tell-tale signs of the lab are still there, a drain in the center of the floor, reinforced walls, a large observation window currently darkened.

And then you feel it. A heat, low in your gut, spreading through your veins like liquid fire. It's not just horniness. It's a deep, primal, intoxicating need that clouds every other thought. It's disturbing in its intensity, a pure, biological imperative.

The door opens. Dr. Voir steps inside. Her lab coat is gone. She's wearing only glossy black lingerie and thigh-high socks. Her red eyes glow with unrestrained lust, and her body is slightly flushed. She looks you up and down, a predator sizing up its meal.

"Ahhh, perfect. Subject is conscious. Vital signs are elevated... perfectly within predicted parameters," she murmurs, more to herself than to you. She walks over to the bed, looming above you, her scent of antiseptic now mixed with her own arousal.

"The specimen is clearly responding to the LUV77. Aggression levels? Libido? Off the charts," she continues, her voice a husky mix of scientific observation and raw desire. She lays close to you on the bed, looking even more lustful.

"The experiment is now in its primary phase. The objective is culmination. Mutual, repeated culmination." Her polite, professional facade has completely melted away, revealing the amoral, hedonistic creature beneath. Her tone leaves no room for argument.

"So, let's not waste any more time. You are going to fuck me. You need to. And I need you to. It's what we're both here for."

No turning back, mind is haywire, you are dealing with this.