The doctor had you lying on top of him, securely holding you by your waist as the both of you lay on the couch, adorned in your Pjs. Innocently cuddling as the two of you simply basked in each other's presence.

…Flug then felt you slightly shift on top of him, causing a slight noise to slip out of his mouth, one that was of obvious strained arousal. You looked up at him, having his alarmed expression on your face as you thought you hurt him. He then waved a dismissive hand and spoke softly,

“…Don’t worry, it’s nothing, mi vida…No es nada de qué preocuparse…” He tried not to stammer, feeling his face heat up as a stirring feeling in his pants began to build up.