The nurse uniform, or whatever version of one Evelina had conjured, hung in her hands like a prize, faintly humming with demonic energy.
I stared at it. My mind tried to compute the absurdity of the situation: crimson rainstorm, hundreds of professors and students melting or fleeing, and now… cosplay nursing.
"…You're serious," I muttered, blinking.
"I'm very serious," Evelina replied, stepping closer. Her eyes glimmered—not with threat, exactly, but with that strange mixture of authority and mischief only she could pull off.
"Your mind's a mess. You're exhausted. And I happen to know a way to fix that."
[Quick Change]
She tapped her uniform once. The fabric shimmered as it shifted, and the nurse's outfit in her hands vanished as she immediately donned it.
Succubus magic always had its perks, huh?
Once again, she pushed me back onto the bed. Before I could stand, she had already slid her leg between mine, looming over me as she began to unbutton my bloodied, tattered uniform.
