The Scandalous Secret She Hides

The leather surface of the examination table was cold as it pressed against the inside of my thigh. My climbing posture was a bit clumsy, and my skirt completely rolled up to my waist. The back of my neck felt the intense burn of his gaze, and I could not help trembling.

Heath's Adam's apple bobbed slightly as his chest rose and fell more rapidly under the white coat. Then, he calmly put on the stethoscope.

The cold metal stethoscope’s head was pressed against my chest, and I almost yelped. The instrument slid down from my collarbone and precisely stopped above my heart.

I held my breath. He must have noticed that there was nothing underneath this thin tank top.

Heath's fingers trembled slightly, and his earlobes turned red instantly.

This discovery made me feel smug. It turned out that even a mature and steady doctor could blush for a girl like me.

"Your heart rate is slightly faster, but the rhythm is normal." He took off the stethoscope, his voice a bit lower than before. "Miss, which specific part of your body feels unwell?"

I clenched my fingers and deliberately let my voice tremble a little. "Doctor, I always feel... like something inside my body is restless."

My eyelashes trembled slightly as I looked up into his eyes. "Especially at night, I'll dream of some unspeakable scenes."

It was the truth. Those dreams were terrifyingly real, and the bedsheet was always damp when I woke up. There would also be an unbearable soreness deep inside my body.

Heath's gaze was full of emotion. He signaled for me to lie on the examination table, and his warm palm suddenly pressed against my lower abdomen.

I shuddered, my glutes alternating between tensing and relaxing uncontrollably.

"Does it hurt here?" His thumb traced a circle below my navel.

"Ah!" I gasped, my voice surprisingly sweet.

It did not hurt at all. It was clearly a thrilling pleasure, shooting through my body like an electric current.

Heath's hand continued its exploration downward, burning my skin wherever it touched.

I bit my lower lip to prevent myself from making any more embarrassing sounds, and my toes curled at the edge of the examination table.

"Do you have a steady boyfriend?" he suddenly asked.

I shook my head, my hair falling loosely onto the white sheets.

"When was the last time you spent the night with others?"

These questions, which should have embarrassed me, made the fire within me burn even more.

I mumbled in response and noticed Heath's gaze occasionally drifting to my feet. My feet were indeed beautiful—delicate and fair. My ten toes were painted cherry red and looked like a row of tiny seashells.

A boy once said that my feet reminded him of gemstone artifacts treasured in a museum.

"Your feet..." Heath's voice tensed. "They're exquisite."

A surge of heat rushed to my lower abdomen.

I blurted out almost unconsciously, "Do you w-want to touch them?"

I regretted it as soon as the words left my mouth. It was too direct, not something an innocent college girl should be saying, but a certain desperate thrill made me anticipate his reaction.

However, Heath seemed calm as he continued his examination as if he had not heard me. His smooth hand moved down my lower abdomen. When his fingertips traced certain intimate areas, I unconsciously arched my back to meet his touch.

It felt so good...

My whole body was burning as my consciousness faded, and my body felt like it was no longer under my control. Every cell screamed with desire as my eyelids grew heavy.