Just A Girl Who Desires Love

For the sake of my happiness with my boyfriend, I decided to go to the hospital to treat my congenital narrowness.

But the attending physician turned out to be my boyfriend's friend—and the treatment plan itself made my face flush and my heart race.

"During the course of treatment, there will be a great deal of intimate physical contact. That's unavoidable," he said. "For example, kissing, touching, and…"

"Patient number thirty-four, Samantha Weasley, please proceed to Consultation Room One."

A few days earlier, I had discovered something by accident.

After years of being together, my intimacy life with my boyfriend, Josh Durant, was deeply incompatible.

I was born narrow—so much so that I couldn't even accommodate a man of normal size.

When I caught the fleeting look of disappointment in his eyes, guilt washed over me.

I hesitated for days before finally deciding to come to the hospital to get checked.

What I never anticipated was that the doctor seeing me would be Liam Calder. He was a friend of Josh's. We had even met just a few days ago.

"Miss Weasley, there are still many patients waiting behind you. Please come in first."

His pleasant voice pulled me back to my senses, and my first instinct was to run.

"Well, um… Doctor, I suddenly have something urgent to—"

"Miss Weasley, are you questioning my professional ethics?"

Seeing the displeasure on Liam's face, I fell silent and reluctantly stepped inside.

Every time we'd met before, he had been Josh's friend.

He had always been polite and gentle, always calling me by name.

Now, that identity had abruptly shifted—we were now doctor and patient.

The change made me unbearably awkward. I lowered my head, too embarrassed to look at him.

In the quiet consultation room, the only sound was the soft rustle of pages as he flipped through my medical file.

Liam studied it for a long time before speaking.

"The information in your file isn't detailed enough. I'll need to communicate directly with you about some more specific details."

I nodded with a flushed face, signaling my understanding.

"Then tell me carefully what happened that night, and the outcome."

His words startled me.

"Huh? Th-that too… has to be said?"

I was conservative by nature. Talking about my private life in front of someone I knew—

For me, it was mortifying beyond words.

But for the sake of treatment, for my future with Josh, I could only steel myself and speak.

"On the night of our engagement party, after all the guests had left, Josh and I had both been drinking. He carried me to the bed…"

I unconsciously bit my lip. When I met Liam's calm gaze, the unease in my chest eased slightly.

"Fueled by the alcohol, we took off our clothes. He… he pressed down on me, and when he was about to begin, we realized… it wouldn't go in."

As I spoke, images from that night resurfaced in my mind.

Throughout it all, Liam watched me intently.

The feeling was as if he had been standing beside the bed, witnessing everything between Josh and me firsthand.

My face burned, and I couldn't bring myself to meet his eyes.

Even though I was fully dressed and properly covered, I felt an overwhelming sense of nakedness, as though nothing shielded me at all.

"Did Josh engage in any foreplay during that time?"

"Yes, but not very much."

"Be specific."

Since I'd already said this much, there was no point holding back now.

As I recalled the details, I said, "He touched my chest and my waist, but because he'd been drinking, his movements were a bit rough."

After hearing this, Liam's gaze sharpened with certainty.

"In fact, you didn't feel much that night, did you?"

I froze for a moment, stunned by his perceptiveness.

I nodded honestly, admitting he was right.

Liam fell silent in thought.

He picked up his pen and wrote something down before lifting his head, his expression serious and focused.

"Based on a preliminary assessment, this may be a congenital abnormality of the reproductive organs. It's also possible that the development of your uterus isn't ideal. Of course, we'll need further detailed examinations to confirm."

The word abnormality sent panic flooding through me.

"Then what should I do? Can it be completely treated?"

Liam nodded.

I had just begun to relax when his next words left me in an impossible position.

"I'll design a dedicated treatment plan for you. But there's something important I need to tell you first. During treatment, there will be a lot of intimate physical contact. This cannot be avoided."

I stared at him, stunned, and asked softly, "How intimate?"

His expression remained calm, but his words were startlingly bold.

"For example, kissing, touching, and…"

I understood what he meant, and instantly fell into a vortex of hesitation.

It could cure my condition. But if I did this… wouldn't I be betraying Josh?

Seeing that I didn't answer for a long time, Liam lowered his gaze, clearly displeased.

"I assure you—if you walk out that door today, no one else will be able to cure your condition. Please do not question my medical expertise."

My heart jolted violently.

"I… I'll do the treatment…"

Hearing my answer, Liam nodded and stood up.

"Good. Then come with me for a preliminary examination."

He led me into a small partitioned room nearby. The space was cramped, furnished with nothing but an examination bed.

Liam gestured for me to get on.

I sat on the edge of the bed, about to take off my high heels before lying down, but he stopped me.

"No need to take them off. It creates more visual impact, which is beneficial for the treatment."

I didn't quite understand, but I obediently followed the doctor's instructions.

I lay flat on the examination bed.

Liam stood beside me, putting on gloves with deliberate, unhurried movements.

"Shall we begin, then?"