The Plague of Desire

He stood up and picked up a piece of tissue paper from the table.

Seeing the familiar bodily fluids on his hands as he wiped his face, I was filled with shame and indignation. Being the wanton woman I was, I was unable to resist his devastating looks and came all over the clean-cut doctor's face.

"S-Sorry, I didn't mean to," I apologized softly.

"This is a normal reaction. In my eyes, you're just my patient," Dr. Carter said softly, and I relaxed.

When I lowered my legs, he said, "Raise your legs. The examination isn't over yet."

I had no choice but to lift one leg up again.

After wiping my mess up, he actually took out his phone and started filming the area.

Seeing my confusion, he explained, "Your bush is too dark. I can't see clearly."

I felt so embarrassed that I wanted to find a hole to crawl into. I thought I'd just get some medicine, but I never expected this kind of examination. I should have just shaved at home.

He studied the photo for a while and finally found the cause. "You have a fungal infection caused by an imbalance in your vaginal flora. It's a little late to treat you now. It's basically impossible to control the condition with medication at this stage."

I didn't understand what he was saying, but it seemed serious, and I immediately panicked. "What should we do then?"

"We're going to use a device to help reduce your sensitivity. Lie down first, and I'll see if you have many sensitive spots. If you do, I'll need to increase the dosage."

I hesitated, but then obeyed.

"Spread your legs a little." As he spoke, he half-knelt at the edge of the bed and began to examine me. His hands were cold, and the first contact with my skin made me shiver.

"Relax, or the test results won't be accurate."

I quickly closed my eyes and tried to relax. Then I felt a pair of cold, large hands moving back and forth, the calloused fingers rubbing against my skin and turning me on again.

My anxiety grew exponentially. If this continued, I might lose control again. My mind told me to stop it, but my body told me that I needed it harder.

"Is it sensitive here? Or here?" Dr. Carter applied some pressure and asked.

Soon, my body went limp, as if I were on fire. The agony made me dizzy, and my mind soon became a blur.

Fearing the situation would spiral out of control, I reached out to hold Dr. Carter's hand. However, before I could, he suddenly applied more pressure.

Like a single push of a button, I was devastated. My entire body and mind seemed to be screaming like crazy. My body began to buckle. My lips parted slightly, and my legs unconsciously spread wider.

Just as I was about to achieve ecstasy, Dr. Carter suddenly withdrew his hand. The end came abruptly, leaving me with a profound sense of loss.

"We're done. You have quite a few sensitive spots," Dr. Carter said, wiping his hands.

Although his expression was impassive, I noticed a startling bulge in his pants. Could Dr. Carter really be interested in me, a country woman who'd been farming all year round?

He was young and strong. Well, wasn't it said that students' joysticks were harder than diamonds? How exciting would it be to be taken by him?

Shit, what was I thinking? Luckily, he couldn't see through my thoughts, or he'd definitely call me shameless!

"Dr. Carter, is that all?"

"Yes, I'll tell you about the dildos."

Dr. Carter pulled out a box from underneath his table and opened it. Inside were silicon toys of varying lengths and thicknesses. The veins on them bulged, looking incredibly realistic.

I couldn't help but blush.

Nevertheless, he explained them to me with a serious, detailed expression, "This is a product meant to desensitize you. Apply the medication to it and use the product repeatedly to reduce sensitivity. It's crucial because most of your sensitive spots are deep inside."

I felt a little embarrassed. "Well, which one do you think is best for me?"

"Let me check and see which size is most suitable for you. But this is an internal examination. Does your husband need to be present?"

Why would he be present? We were both conservative folks from a small town. If he saw someone doing this to me, he'd definitely kick me out. Besides, it was a bit more exciting without him. In the end, for some reason, I said no.

"Okay, lie down," he said, drawing a curtain between us.

I bit my lip nervously, clutching the sheets tightly with both hands, feeling a mixture of fear and anticipation.

The moment Dr. Carter's rough hands handled me, the familiar tingling sensation returned.

I nearly cried out in pleasure several times, desperately digging into the ground with my toes.

"Yours is too deep. It's hard to reach. I need a different tool."

The moment Dr. Carter removed his hand, it felt like I plummeted off a cliff straight into cold, hollow air.

A few seconds later, I heard the sound of something being unzipped. Then, a hot and hard object pressed against me, and I immediately sensed something was amiss.

I reached down and pulled the curtain aside, looking up. Oh my God...