The Embarrassing Treatment Plan

I lacked the courage to admit it and stood up, trying to run.

"W-What are you talking about?" I stammered.

The traditional medicine practitioner strode over to lock the door, blocking my path. After I bumped into his well-built frame, I stumbled back several steps until I was pressed against the desk.

His dark gaze scanned every inch of me intensely. "Your friend already told me that you're a slut who can never get enough. You have a nice body, but you aren't very honest. Now, let me teach you how to be more truthful."

"I don't know what you're talking about," I said.

I was already soaked down there, but I didn't want to appear too easy. I just craved pleasure intensely; I wasn't a slut.

His large hand gripped my backside while the bulge in his trousers pressed against my stomach. "Still acting tough. Do you want it or not?"

He took off his mask to reveal a handsome, aloof face, with a faint intensity flickering in his eyes. But his words were incredibly blunt. "Where are you most sensitive? Is it here?"

His hand brushed along my waist, and I immediately went weak. My body slumped against the table as he slowly rubbed me. His slightly calloused fingers easily unbuttoned my clothes and slipped inside to brush against my chest. His teasing was overwhelming.

"No… please, I'm begging you," I said.

He sneered. "Are you begging me to take you sooner?"

Just then, someone knocked on the door. A voice called from outside, "Dr. Laurent, are you in there?"

Vincent Laurent didn't even bat an eye. He pressed himself even closer to me and smirked faintly as he looked into my panicked eyes. "I'm here."

I gasped in terror. "Don't let him in!"

I was a mess down there, and faint damp marks had already spread across my clothes.

Vincent shoved me under the examination table. He opened the door, sat back down, and asked the patient who had come in, "What seems to be the problem?"

I covered my mouth and curled up beneath the table. All I could see were his leather shoes and straight legs.

The patient spoke for a long time. I barely dared to breathe, yet Vincent calmly responded as he spread his legs toward me.

He unbuckled his belt with one hand. The length beneath his white coat was impossibly thick. It was truly enormous.

My breathing quickened as heat rushed through me in an instant. If I took it into my mouth…

Vincent rubbed himself in slow circles through the fabric of his underwear. I swallowed hard and watched him without blinking.

I couldn't help but reach for my own core, following his rhythm. It felt incredible. I covered my mouth as I gasped quietly.

"What was that sound?" the patient asked.

My heart leapt into my throat, thrill and fear tangling together.

I glanced up at Vincent and saw that he was completely unfazed. He sped up his hand, his voice remaining calm. "The soundproofing is poor. There's a food street nearby."

Then, to my surprise, he pulled it out. It appeared even larger and thicker when it sprang free. I simply couldn't look away. It was no exaggeration that none of my ex-boyfriends could compare to him.

My mouth instantly went dry, and I crawled toward him without thinking. I unconsciously lifted my hips, my legs rubbing together restlessly as I behaved like a desperate animal seeking attention.

But I didn't care about any of that. My eyes were fixed solely on Vincent's massive size. It could surely fill me up and leave me satisfied.

Sensing me move closer, Vincent glanced down with a more playful look in his eyes. He pushed his hand into my mouth, kneading and stirring until my saliva dripped down.

Vincent wrote a prescription slip with one hand. "I understand your condition. Come by tomorrow to pick up your medicine. Don't stay up late tonight."

"Oh, it's already 10:00 pm. Thank you, Dr. Laurent. You should get some rest, too," the patient replied.

As soon as he left, Vincent pushed my head down.