"Oh, don't worry about it. You may peek if you want. Think of it as compensation for seeing your naked body for the past four years, from the moment I was assigned to take care of you," she teased, holding her cheeks between her hands.
"Wh-why would you do that?" I demanded, rising to a sitting position.
"How else am I supposed to clean your body?" she replied, shrugging.
"S-still..." I murmured, unable to find the words to counter her.
"Don't be sad. It's not good for your mental health," Vedika said, squatting before me. "You can take a peek at my kitty if it makes you feel better. I can sacrifice that much for the health of my special patient. Besides..."
She leaned closer and whispered in my ear, "You pack quite a monster down there. It was unusually large despite being soft—like a sleeping dragon."
My face turned crimson with embarrassment, and I blurted out while stepping back, "Please refrain from making these lewd remarks. This is sexual harassment!"
