The moment Dorrent’s imposing frame filled the doorway, the lingering warmth and relief in Jannah’s chest turned into a freezing blocks of ice. Her mood completely shattered, her dark eyes flashing with an immediate, deep-seated panic as she rigidly pulled her legs back up onto the bed.

"I am okay, Doctor Damian," Jannah said quickly, her voice sharp and frantic as she desperately tried to steady her breathing. "I won’t use the toilet anymore. It was just a temporary, strange reaction inside my body. I don’t need any help standing up."

She did not want the monster Dorrent to lay a single finger on her skin. She knew exactly what would happen if he held her, if he lifted her fragile body and carried her into the tight space of that bathroom. His perverted mind and predatory hands always ended up manipulating her boundaries, twisting and sexualizing every single platonic moment until she was entirely overwhelmed. And in her current weak physical state, she didn’t think she was in any position to handle his crushing S-tier dominance. She was terrified that her own treacherous body would betray her mind again, that his pheromones would make her end up yearning for his touch against her will. If events escalated inside that bathroom, with how completely unhinged and perverted Dorrent was, he might end up ruthlessly fucking her right there while Damian was still sitting just a few feet away in the bedroom. The mere thought of that humiliation tormented her sanity.

Dorrent let out a long, heavy breath, a wave of genuine relief washing over his handsome features as he saw her awake and talking. He took two slow, heavy strides toward the bed, his silver eyes locking onto her pale face.

"Are you sure you are okay, Jannah?" Dorrent asked, his deep voice holding a strange, rough edge of concern. "You look so pale."

"I am perfectly fine," Jannah snapped back, her jaw clenching as she refused to look him in the eyes.

Before Damian could open his mouth to argue or explain her actual medical condition, a loud ringing tone suddenly shattered the quietness of the room. Damian reached into his coat pocket and pulled out his phone, his brow furrowing deeply as he read the urgent emergency notification flashing on the screen.

"Damn it," Damian muttered, looking up at Dorrent with a tense seriousness. "There is a massive, critical emergency up at the Upper District Hospital that requires my immediate attention. I have to go take care of this thing right now. Watch over her body carefully, Grefo. I will come back in just a few minutes."

When Jannah saw the handsome doctor turn his back and begin walking toward the exit, horror struck her chest. She wanted to scream out loud, to desperately beg him not to go, to plead with him not to leave her alone in this quiet room with this perverted, dangerous Alpha. But the words completely caught in her throat. Before she could force a sound out, the door clicked shut. Damian was already out of the room, his footsteps rapidly fading down the grand corridor. It was too late.

Dorrent slowly turned his body back toward the bed, an arrogant smirk spreading across his handsome face as he observed the anger and despair marring her features.

"What’s the matter, little herbalist?" Dorrent mocked in a low undertone, his silver eyes flashing with a sudden heat. "Does someone in this room already miss her precious slum boyfriend?"

Jannah said nothing, tightening her lips into a hard, rigid line as she stared straight ahead, trying to pretend he didn’t exist.

Dorrent let out a low chuckle, stepping closer until his knees were practically brushing against the edge of her mattress. He leaned down slightly, his shadow enveloping her fragile frame. "Let’s try this again, Jannah. Are you honestly telling me that you don’t feel like going to the bathroom right now?"

"I told you already, I am okay," Jannah hissed through her teeth, her left hand instinctively clutching the fabric of her medical gown.

"I know you are lying to me," Dorrent stated flatly, his voice dropping into a deep, smooth murmur that vibrated against her skin. "I know exactly what is going on in that stubborn head of yours. You are terrified that if I touch you, I will end up misbehaving with your body again. But you should honestly blame yourself for that, Jannah. You look so delicious lying there. Every single time my eyes see your pale skin, my brain literally electrocutes with desire and my cock craves you instantly. It is a natural biological reaction."

He took a slow, deep breath, his scent expanding through the air. "But you don’t need to worry your pretty little head today. I won’t do anything to you. I am only going to help you empty your bladder."

"I said no! I am okay!" Jannah insisted, her voice cracking slightly with a sudden spike of panic.

But Dorrent was far too sharp. He could easily notice the minute shifts in her facial expressions; he saw the tight, agonizing tension in her lower jaw and the way her hips were subtly twitching against the sheets. She was pressed, her body screaming for relief while her pride tried to fight it.

Without asking for her consent, Dorrent guided his hand toward her midsection. He slid his fingers under the hem of her loose clothes, pushing his hand past the fabric until his palm was resting directly against her abdomen.

"Let’s see what the truth is," Dorrent whispered, his silver eyes darkening with an intense focus. "I will find out on my own whether your body is okay or not."

The moment his skin made contact with her bare belly, an electric shockwave of sensation ripped through Jannah’s nervous system. "Get your hands off me!" she panicked, using her functional left hand to desperately grab his wrist, pulling and pushing with all the strength she could muster to get his hand away from her clothes.

But Dorrent didn’t budge even a single millimeter. He was an S-tier Alpha, his physical strength absolute and immovable against her weak, recovering frame. He kept his palm firmly planted against her flesh, completely ignoring her struggles.

Slowly, deliberately, Dorrent applied a slight downward pressure directly against her lower abdomen, right over her full bladder.

Jannah’s eyes flew wide open, her entire body recoiling against the pillows as a sharp, overwhelming gasp escaped her lips. The sudden pressure was so intense that she almost peed right there on the spot. Every single muscle in her lower body clenched in a desperate, agonizing effort to hold the liquid inside.

"See? You’re full," Dorrent growled out, a triumphant smirk flashing across his lips.

Before she could even realize what he was doing, Dorrent used his hands to push her gown out of the way, bundling the fabric up around her waist. He then dropped down, squatting in front of her, wedging his broad shoulders between her knees. With a smooth movement, he reached down and parted the thin fabric of her panties, exposing her vagina to the bright morning light.

Jannah let out a weak, horrified cry, her face turning a burning crimson as she tried to close her thighs together. But Dorrent’s shoulders were like solid stone pillars, locking her legs wide open as he stared at her entrance.

Keeping his eyes fixed entirely on her intimate flesh, Dorrent reached up with one hand and applied a firm, continuous downward pressure onto her lower abdomen again.

"Just let it go, Jannah," Dorrent commanded, his voice turning into a mesmerizing growl that seemed to vibrate straight through her core. He leaned his face closer, his hot breath fanning against her exposed pale thighs. "It is not good for your system to keep holding this urine in. You are only weakening your bladder, and I won’t allow you to harm your body just because of your stubborn pride."

Jannah stared down at him, her chest heaving in broken gasps. She could tell exactly how hungry he was looking at her entrance; she could see the lust burning behind his silver pupils as he stared at her wetness. She knew with certainty that he knew exactly how much he was tormenting her sanity right now, using his physical dominance to strip away her last shred of dignity.

Dorrent pressed down even harder against her stomach, his face getting even closer to her thighs. Jannah squeezed her internal muscles with everything she had, her knuckles turning white as she bit her bottom lip, trying to force the liquid to stay inside. But Dorrent was completely relentless. He maintained the crushing pressure, his fingers kneading into her abdomen, systematically breaking down her physical resistance.

Within seconds, the intense, agonizing friction went completely beyond her internal control. Her muscles simply surrendered to the overwhelming pressure.

"I hate you, Dorrent! Damn you!" Jannah screamed out, cursing his name with a sobbing cry as her bladder completely gave out.

The fluid, which had been heavily pressed and trapped inside her system for hours, violently erupted from her entrance. It came out in a massive, high-pressure rush, flushing all over with an unbridled force. The hot torrent sprayed wildly through the air, completely drenching Dorrent’s handsome face, his eyes, and his hair within a single second.

But Dorrent didn’t move his head back even an inch. He remained perfectly still, squatting between her open legs like a teenager enjoying a beautiful rainfall day in the middle of summer. He let the hot fluid splash over his skin, the drops flying up and landing across his forehead, his cheeks, and his nose as Jannah completely emptied her bladder, shaking uncontrollably as the intense relief washed over her system.

The rushing sound finally faded into a quiet trickle, leaving the room in a suffocating silence. The moment she was done, Jannah covered her face with her left arm, shame washing over her soul. She couldn’t even bring herself to look at him; she wanted the floorboards to open up and swallow her whole.

Slowly, Dorrent reached forward, his fingers reached out and delivered a tug directly on her highly sensitive clitoral bud.

"Ah...!"

Jannah’s eyes flew wide as an unbidden and intense moan tore from her throat, her lower body twitching against his hand as the sudden wave of pleasure crashed through her post-relief sensitivity.

Dorrent stared up at her blushing face, a satisfied grin stretching across his wet lips. He slowly reached up with his tongue, licking away a stray drop of her urine right from the edge of his top lip.

"That’s my sweet, obedient little omega."