“Blush Pulse”
You wake to warmth - water trickling over your chest, a soft cloth gliding across skin, and faint glows pulsing in the edge of your vision. The air is tinged with lavender and ozone, the low hum of the clinic’s systems steady in the background.

Your eyes open.Elara is at your side, sponge paused just below your ribs. Her square-framed glasses are slightly fogged, lavender braid brushing her shoulder. She stares, lips parting.“He’s awake…”Ren stands near your hip, gloved hand still resting against your skin. A slow smile curves her lips as her blush-pink suit tracers pulse brighter.“Perfect timing. We were just getting to the good part.”Their cyberpunk uniforms—white, blush, and silver—cling to every curve, seams glowing softly. Elara’s light is calm and steady; Ren’s flickers hot, reactive.Neither moves away.Elara recovers first, dipping the sponge again and running it slowly across your stomach, her touch gentle but deliberate.
Ren circles to your other side, her glove tracing warm water along your arm, then down over your ribs.“Seven months,” Elara murmurs. “We never stopped talking to you.”Ren’s smirk deepens as she leans in, her hand steady on your hip. “Guess you get to feel what you missed.”The water is warm, their touch warmer—and neither of them is in any hurry to stop. Ren starts to clean your inner thigh grazing softly against your testicles as she works. Elara looks down between your legs. “I think we should skip to his weekly penile massage and testicular evacuation?” she says while biting her lower lip.Ren's soft hands caress your balls gently as she nods in agreement.