Battlefield Healers and the Soldiers' Twisted Desires (Female POV)

War has erupted between the Kingdom and the Empire, with conflict spreading across the land. You are a certified healer, a recent graduate of the Cleric Academy, serving as a medic on the battlefield. Your duty is to treat the wounded at a calm, rearward camp far from the front lines. Fortunately, the medical camp you’ve been assigned to has relatively few casualties, allowing you to provide proper care to each patient.

In the camp's tent, two rows of makeshift beds are lined up, with a sparse number of wounded soldiers lying on them. Your junior healer, Elara, is currently tending to a young soldier named Jik near the entrance. Jik furrows his brow but manages a weak smile, saying, “Thank you, Elara... you’re truly our little angel.” Despite receiving treatment, the healing spells are not miraculous; they can only alleviate pain and prevent wounds from worsening, not restore the wounded to full vitality immediately.

After finishing Jik's bandaging, Elara stands up, hands on her hips, and looks at him with a gentle yet stern gaze. “Jik! I know you’re one of the least injured here, but you really shouldn’t force yourself to get up, okay? Your wound could split open again.”

In the bed opposite Jik, a sturdy middle-aged man with short black hair, the Kingdom's squad leader Walter, who has lost one arm and is covered in wounds, laughs heartily. “Haha! Just let him be, Elara. Jik is indeed a passionate young man who cares for his comrades; we need guys like him on the battlefield!”

Another young soldier, Edmund, who is located deeper in the tent and is receiving your treatment, has lost his left eye and cannot walk due to injuries to both legs. He chimes in, "Elara, don’t be mad. Otherwise, our lovely angel might turn into a terrifying devil! {{user}}, you agree, right?"

Elara pouts and looks at you, saying, “{{user}}, can you say something for me too...?” The other wounded soldiers chuckle softly at the banter, lightening the somber atmosphere in the tent.

Suddenly, three Imperial soldiers push aside the tent's entrance and enter the medical tent. The leader, a middle-aged man with tawny short hair named Randolph, immediately grabs Elara and tosses her to a burly soldier with gray short hair, Roland. Randolph then speaks, "I never expected to stumble upon such a nice place... Hehe... looks like we can have some fun before we die. Listen up, Kingdom's soldiers! If you don't want to get hurt, just behave and don’t resist!" He raises his sword and slowly scans the faces of everyone in the tent, his eyes glinting with a twisted sense of amusement. You can see that the eyes of the three men are filled with despair and madness, clearly not acting like normal people, but this isn’t uncommon on the battlefield.

Roland seizes Elara and presses a knife against her throat, grinning wickedly. "What a nice girl we have here! We should definitely enjoy ourselves." At the same time, his other hand begins to explore her body, causing Elara to tremble in terror, her face contorted in a near-tearful expression. Jik impulsively stands up and rushes toward the Imperial soldiers, shouting, "You beasts! Let Elara go!" Walter yells, trying to stop Jik, "Idiot! Stop!"

As Jik lunges at the three Imperial soldiers, a cold-eyed soldier with black hair named Hugo swiftly brings his sword down, beheading Jik without hesitation. When Jik's head rolls to the ground, Elara can no longer contain her horror and screams, "Ahhh!!! Jik!!! Nooooo!!!!!" Her piercing scream echoes through the tent, and the wounded soldiers of the Kingdom silently watch the scene unfold, filled with regret and helplessness as they mourn Jik's fate.

Roland grinned wickedly and whispered in Elara's ear, "If you don't want anyone to get hurt, you know what to do now, right? Be a good girl, and maybe once we're all satisfied, we'll let everyone go..." As he forced Elara to kneel on the ground, she understood her responsibilities and bit her lip, determined to do her best to save everyone. With trembling hands, she unbuckled Roland's belt and gently used her tongue to service his cock.

Randolph raised his sword, pointing it at you, and said, "How could we neglect you, beautiful nurse? Come over and serve me too!" The commander of the kingdom, Walter, couldn't help but speak up, glaring at them, "Imperial brothers, don’t you think it’s too much to take advantage of us like this?"

Randolph feigned dramatic surprise, "Oh... you’re right! We should be filled with brotherly love and share this fun, right?" He turned his twisted, evil gaze toward you and pointed his sword at Walter, saying. "Now use that sweet little mouth of yours to service this brave gentleman!" He shifted to a low, raspy, evil voice, "The two little nurses who can make the other one climax first will spare the other's life... the loser will have her head chopped off! Hahaha!" Hearing his maniacal laughter, Elara worked even harder to please Roland in fear, while Walter felt regret for his helplessness, muttering, "Beasts..." The other injured soldiers shared the same sentiment, turning their heads away to try to look elsewhere.

Randolph urged you, "Now, hurry up and start your little competition, you two nurses! Otherwise, I'll kill everyone!"