Sex Doctor Spring Song Eleven

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XI. Meeting Old Friends
The sweltering summer arrived, coinciding with the blooming of phoenix flowers. Xiaoli was finally graduating from elementary school.
She had a very enjoyable first grade; none of her classmates dared to look down on her like they had before, and no one despised her because of her family background.
Xiaoli held a leadership position in her class and was a well-known figure at school. Many teachers spoke highly of her, and quite a few boys secretly admired her.
At the graduation ceremony, she was chosen as the student representative to give the speech. Xiaoli was naturally eloquent, and her clear voice and emotional delivery moved all the teachers, parents, and guests present to tears.
During the awards ceremony, Xiaoli received over a dozen awards, large and small. I stood in the audience, filming and applauding.
She truly is a shining gem; given the opportunity, she radiates an astonishing brilliance. Many parents cast envious and jealous glances my way, seemingly wishing Xiaoli were their child.
At the end of the ceremony, Xiaoli affectionately threw herself into my arms, smiling and asking if she had done well. I nodded with satisfaction, saying that having her was the proudest thing in my life.
When no one was looking, I secretly bit her cute little ear, telling her I hoped her performance in bed would be just as wonderful as it was now.
Xiaoli blushed and didn't reply, but instead dug her little feet into my shoes.
Since she needed to cut her hair short for junior high, I was reluctant to let Xiaoli cut her long, smooth, black hair, so I wanted to find her a private junior high school where there were fewer hair restrictions.
Xiaoli, however, disagreed and wanted to attend a nearby public school. She said the students at her old school were too materialistic and liked to compare family backgrounds and wealth; their arrogant attitude was unbearable. Despite my objections, she insisted on attending a public junior high school.
The day Xiaoli received her uniform, she went to a salon to cut off her long hair, which had been with her for thirteen years.
I felt a pang of regret, but when I saw her with her short, ear-length hair, exuding a different kind of playful charm, I felt she
was different from her past innocent childlike self. Although Xiaoli still appeared to me as an innocent child, the wisdom in her eyes and the worldly-wise tone beyond her years that sometimes slipped through her fingers made me realize she was no longer the little girl I could control.
I knew Xiaoli was inherently intelligent, and her early social experiences had already made her a young adult at heart.
Especially over the past year or so, her normal and refined diet and nutrition have caused her, who was already taller than most women her age, to grow even taller.
Before, she only reached my waist, but now she's up to my chest; I measured her height and she's over 150cm!
The only drawback is that her breasts and hips haven't developed much, like a child's. So, although she's tall, people often mistake her for a slightly taller elementary school student or a little girl. This is my only regret that I don't want her to mature too early.
As for my work at the hospital, since Xiaoli helped me get rid of that old troublemaker Hu Ji, things have been going smoothly. What surprised me was that Ye Mei was transferred to my hospital again.
After more than a year apart, she still looks as beautiful and proud as ever. This white rose hasn't lost its thorns with the passage of time; she still acts indifferent when she sees me.
Although Ye Mei's workplace isn't under my jurisdiction, I still have business dealings with her. My infatuation with her, over time, isn't as intense as it used to be. Plus, since having my little darling Xiao Li, I rarely feel sexually attracted to other women anymore.
Besides my growing obsession with Xiao Li's body, her subtle control over me seems to be another reason I dare not be promiscuous again.
I used to be very proud of my plan to catch this rare beauty, Xiao Li, but after spending a long time together, Xiao Li understands my personality and preferences better, and thus understands my thoughts more deeply.
She can see through my moods and likes and dislikes, and can cater to my moods at any time. Even more impressively, she knows how to effectively use her body as a means and purpose to control me.
Sometimes I wonder if she's become the mantis behind the sparrow, and my scheming battle with her didn't begin the day I won over Xiaoli, but rather the moment she submitted to me—I fell into her clutches.
Of course, my pride as a grown man doesn't allow me to have such fearful thoughts. At least I know Xiaoli wouldn't betray me emotionally; she likes and loves me.
Perhaps Xiaoli, driven by selfishness and revenge, wants to cultivate a "henpecked"
personality in me, thus achieving her goal of possessing and controlling me. If that's the case, I have to sigh and say her plan was quite successful.
So, although I still often make unwanted advances with the nurses at the hospital, I rarely cross the line anymore. But when I see Ye Mei's arrogant face, my combative nature makes me want to provoke her again.
Even though I'm no longer interested in her and know I'll be rejected, I still can't resist the urge.
Every time I teased her to the point of almost losing her temper, I would immediately revert to my serious doctor's expression, leaving her with a belly full of anger with nowhere to vent. I would chuckle to myself, wondering if I would drive her crazy if this continued.
Aside from me, Ye Mei was very kind and easygoing to other patients and colleagues. Although others were curious about Ye Mei's rude attitude towards me, since Ye Mei wouldn't reveal anything, they could only consider it a private prejudice.
I knew Ye Mei wasn't the type to gossip or report on others, so in addition to my flirtatious words, I occasionally started to add some physical teasing.
Of course, these actions not only didn't help bridge the gap between Ye Mei and me, but actually deepened her prejudice against me.
I knew Ye Mei had a boyfriend, who was also my junior in medical school. Once, when he came to the hospital to see Ye Mei, he happened to run into me. He told me with great admiration that he admired my medical skills and hoped to intern under my guidance after graduation.
I tried to chat with him, taking the opportunity to probe Ye Mei's thoughts.
He said that Ye Mei's mother had died because she couldn't afford to bribe a doctor for surgery when she was critically ill. This led Ye Mei to resolve to become a compassionate and skilled doctor, but unfortunately, her intelligence wasn't high enough to get her into medical school, so she had to settle for a nursing job to
fulfill her dream. After hearing this, I understood why Ye Mei harbored ill will towards me; she saw me as the doctor who had killed her mother.
This was a matter of personal intuition, and I couldn't force her to change her opinion of me. I didn't consider myself a good person anyway, so I didn't really want to change my attitude towards her.
She remained cold towards me, and I responded with provocative and frivolous behavior. Aside from that, our interactions weren't too problematic.
Then, several months later, one evening, I heard a commotion in the emergency room. Curious, I asked a nurse, who told me it was a serious car accident that had resulted in three deaths and one injury.
A truck traveling too fast collided head-on with a four-seater car. Everyone except the driver was critically injured and died at the scene before they could be taken to the hospital.
I didn't find it surprising; such incidents are commonplace in hospital emergency rooms. Ye Mei, who happened to be on duty that night, immediately joined the emergency team.
Upon seeing the injured man, she screamed, her face turning deathly pale, and fainted. Curious, I went to check on him—it was Ye Mei's boyfriend!
While carrying the unconscious Ye Mei away, everyone rushed to stabilize the injured man's condition. After a period of resuscitation, they managed to pull him back from the brink of death.
Unfortunately, although his injuries were mostly healed, the impact had completely twisted and shattered his left leg, potentially requiring amputation. Ye Mei was devastated upon learning this.
The consulting doctors felt great sympathy for Ye Mei but were helpless.
The day before the surgery, Ye Mei secretly came to me, begging me to please prevent her boyfriend from becoming disabled.
I laughed and said, "You're giving me too much credit. I'm not some eccentric doctor like Dr. Qin who can make him perfectly healthy again. You've seen his attending physician's report; what other options are there besides surgical removal?"
I found it amusing that she was actually begging me.
Ye Mei couldn't help but cry, saying, "No! I believe you can! Although you... your character isn't great, I believe your surgical skills are top-notch. As long as he doesn't become disabled, even... even if you... even if you have to exchange my body, I don't care. I just beg you not to leave him to die!"
She seemed to have made a huge decision to say these words. Looking at her helpless, crying expression and the determination hidden deep in her eyes, I was reminded of the time I won over Xiao Li.
Ye Mei's heartbroken appearance was so much like Xiao Li's sorrowful state, and for some reason, I felt a stirring in my heart.
I felt ashamed of the despicable means I used to obtain Xiaoli, and I had vowed never to make her sad or cry again. Now, seeing the shadows of Ye Mei and Xiaoli overlapping, it was as if they were telling me not to break my vow.
I pondered for a while, then sighed and said, "You're right, I'm indeed not a very good person. I'm not only despicable and shameless, but also greedy and lustful. However, you're wrong about one thing: I'm definitely not someone who would stand by and watch someone die!"
I retrieved her boyfriend's information from the medical records room, carefully studied feasible alternatives, and arranged for me to perform the surgery myself.
Her boyfriend's left foot was actually quite complicated. Not only were there many broken small bones mixed in with the muscles, but the muscle bundles and muscle fibers were also a jumbled mess.
Since his injuries were mainly concentrated near the tibia and iliac crest, I adopted a compromise approach: removing the broken leg bones and using steel nails for joining. The severed muscle bundles and nerve axons were also sutured using microsurgery.
As a result, although the muscles in his left foot looked normal, the supporting bones were actually quite fragile. His future would depend on his rehabilitation, but it was almost certain he would need crutches for the rest of his life. After
I honestly told Ye Mei the truth, she was quite satisfied, because at least her boyfriend still had both feet.
That day I worked for over ten hours. After reporting the situation to Ye Mei, I lay down on a chair outside the operating room and fell into a deep sleep.
Under Ye Mei's care, her boyfriend's injury recovered quite well, and he expressed his sincere gratitude to me for saving his feet.
More than a week passed like this. That night I happened to be on night shift. I ate the late-night snack Xiao Li had prepared for me while looking at the medical records to pass the time. Thinking about the long, lonely nights, with the little one not by my side, I really felt a bit lonely.
Just then, Ye Mei silently walked in. Curious, I asked her if she needed something. Ye Mei lowered her head, refusing to look at me. After a while, she coldly said, "I...I don't want to owe you a favor, so...I'm here to repay a debt. This is the condition we agreed on."
Her pale face flushed slightly, indicating reluctance, but to fulfill her promise, she bravely offered herself to the wolf's mouth.
I sighed and smiled helplessly, "I'm just doing my duty as a doctor. Besides, I didn't make any promises to you. You don't need to ruin your body like this. You should leave." We remained
silent for a while, and Ye Mei finally walked out in silence.
I thought the matter was over, but Ye Mei seemed to still hold a grudge. Whenever it was my turn to work the night shift, she would secretly come to find me, and we would be speechless for a while before she would silently leave again.
This went on for several times. Then one night, as I lay in bed, pondering Ye Mei's actions, Xiao Li plopped down on me and asked curiously what I was thinking.
I turned my head away, feigning nonchalance, and said, "I'm not thinking about anything."
Xiao Li's delicate brows furrowed slightly. She turned my head back, glaring at me with her clear little eyes, and said, "You're thinking about women, aren't you?"
I felt a slight panic. This little one's eyesight was getting sharper and sharper; she could hardly hide anything from me anymore.
I forced a laugh and said, "No...no, how could I dare to think about other women in front of you! I don't have that kind of guts right now! Haha...haha!"
I used a dry laugh to cover up my naiveté.
Xiao Li snorted and said, "Don't try to fool me. I can tell the moment I see you like this. Are you going to tell me the truth yourself, or do I have to force you to?"
The little one smiled at me, but a murderous glint began to emanate from her cute little eyes, making me feel uneasy.
I dared not hide anything, so I told her the whole story honestly.
After listening, Xiaoli pondered for a long time, then suddenly said, "Since she asked you to hug her, then hug her."
I asked curiously why. Xiaoli sighed and said, "Actually, I can roughly understand her feelings. Rather than being owed a debt of gratitude by someone she dislikes and living with that resentment for the rest of her life, it's better to pay it off quickly and easily."
I asked doubtfully how she could be so sure of Ye Mei's thoughts.
Xiaoli proudly said, "That's simple. It's a unique intuition between women. You can trust me, I won't be wrong!"
I found it amusing. A woman, indeed! She's practically a virgin, yet she dares to be so arrogant.
But I couldn't say that out loud, because I still wanted to live.
So I smiled and asked her if she minded me hugging other women. Xiaoli stood up, crossed her arms, and looked down at me, saying,
"Why should I mind? I'm just a doll you bought anyway, what right do I have to interfere in your affairs! Besides, it's good for me if you hug other women. I'm still developing, and you're always bothering me so I can't sleep properly. If I don't sleep well, I won't develop well, and if I don't develop well, I won't grow tall. So I'd love for you to hug other women!"
I was taken aback, thinking that this little one's tone wasn't very friendly, and I didn't know if she was telling the truth.
On the other hand, I thought about her recent attitude towards me, which had become increasingly disrespectful. Now, Xiaoli only calls me "Dad" when we're out or when others are present, to cover up her identity.
At other times, she always calls me by my name, or "Hey" or "You."
When she's in a bad mood, she'll call me old man, pervert, or pedophile—all those nasty names.
Xiaoli turned around, seemingly about to get out of bed and go back to her room. I grabbed her slender ankle and gently pulled, and she cried out in pain, falling face-first onto the bed.
I quickly pinned her down behind me, then brushed her temples with my stubble, saying, "You little rascal, if I don't teach you a lesson tonight, you'll never know who's in charge in bed!"
As I said this, I was secretly shedding tears, because my status at home had been reduced to being the boss only in bed.
Xiaoli clung tightly to her pajamas, refusing to let me take them off, laughing and cursing, "Let me go! You pervert! You pedophilic old man! I'm going back to my room to sleep, or I'll be late for school tomorrow."
I gently tickled her armpit, her weak spot. Xiaoli laughed until her arms went limp, so I quickly reached down and unbuttoned her pajamas, pulling them off.
Underneath, Xiaoli was wearing a white shirt, which reflected a faint light blue hue under the light, a sight that aroused my excitement even more.
I lifted her shirt and slowly slid my nose down her smooth, soft back, then used my teeth to pull down her pajama bottoms and underwear.
Since Xiaoli had just showered, she still smelled of shower gel, so I didn't hesitate to lick along her tailbone and slightly upturned buttocks, all the way to the entrance of her vulva.
As my tongue passed through the very back of her little hole, Xiaoli cried out in alarm, reminding me of a time I'd done anal sex and an enema with her.
That time was even more troublesome than her first time; a little girl's rectum is much narrower than her vagina, and it took me ages to finally get it in. The tightness was so painful that it was torture for both of us.
I wasn't very satisfied that time; I just finished quickly. Xiaoli was the worst off; she lay in bed for three whole days afterward, even having pain when she urinated or defecated.
Later, the little one threatened me, saying that if I ever did that again, she would never sleep in my room again.
After that warning, I never did it again. Anyway, I was more interested in her front opening than playing with her little butt.
So I continued to gently lick that pink little slit until fragrant nectar gradually seeped out, and then I slowly penetrated her engorged member.
Xiaoli let out a soft moan, which filled me with unparalleled ecstasy and aroused my desire. I couldn't help but sigh; her naked body, combined with her panting, was like a super-addictive drug, capable of making one addicted and unable to extricate themselves.
Now, if I don't touch her for a while, hear her voice, or smell her fragrance, I feel completely out of sorts.
Because Xiaoli kept struggling to escape, I had no choice but to grab her hands and gently thrust my hips forward, lifting her upper body off the ground. In this ox-like position, I dutifully plowed the soil, carefully cultivating Xiaoli's pure land.
This position was actually quite tiring, and after struggling for a while, I rolled over so that Xiaoli sat on top of me.
This position actually made her shy, because my lower body would penetrate very deeply due to her weight.
She covered her flushed face with her hands, too embarrassed to look at me. I playfully shook my hips, and due to the instability, she quickly braced herself on my stomach for balance.
While kneading her slightly rounded breasts, I slowly began to thrust my hips. Xiaoli felt like she was riding a small boat through turbulent waves.
The more intensely I shook, the tighter she bit her lip, refusing to make a sound. I suddenly stopped to see her reaction. Her eyes were a mixture of surprise and anger, as if wondering why I had stopped.
I laughed and told her to move herself, but she shook her head vigorously in embarrassment. So I continued, my intermittent thrusting gradually arousing her desire.
Finally, unable to resist her body's reaction, she reluctantly began to thrust her hips herself.
Her passage was like a carnivorous plant, completely melting away anything that fell in. I felt an unbearable congestion and friction, accompanied by waves of warmth and pleasure, constantly stimulating the depths of my soul. Finally, like an insect that had strayed into its depths, I melted into a pool of snow-white liquid.
A few days later, it was my turn to work the night shift again, and Ye Mei came in as before.
I thought about what Xiao Li had said to me that night and decided to put an end to this.
So I went to the doorknob, locked the door, and then pulled Ye Mei to the examination bed. Ye Mei seemed very surprised, yet also somewhat expectant.
Although she had always hoped I would collect the payment, she was afraid if I actually did it. I guessed she was feeling quite conflicted.
I unbuttoned Ye Mei's nurse's uniform one button at a time, revealing her white bra. Her breasts, though not large, were soft and firm, possessing the vitality and elasticity of a young girl, along with her fair and delicate skin and fragrance. I couldn't resist burying my face in her cleavage and gently inhaling.
I took off her bra and began to savor the red nipple nestled atop her snow-white breasts. Unlike Xiaoli's pink nipple, hers was a reddish-brown, but compared to the dark, unnatural color of most women's nipples, it was quite beautiful, proving her body hadn't been exposed to many men.
I then removed Ye Mei's skirt and panties, gently caressing her long-desired paradise. She blushed and trembled, constantly turning her head away, refusing to look at me. The bumps on her skin seemed to convey her utter disgust.
A surge of anger rose within me, and I began to probe her forbidden zone with my nimble fingers, gently rubbing and teasing to arouse her desire.
I wanted to kiss her rose-like lips, but Ye Mei kept turning her head away, unwilling to let me trample on her last vestiges of self-respect.
Ye Mei's reluctant expression only fueled my competitive spirit. Her womanly body, after all, was quite honest; her lower body was already moist from my caresses. So, without hesitation, I bravely explored the hidden beauty of her inner world.
While her passage wasn't as tight as Xiao Li's, it far surpassed that of women who frequently indulged in sexual intercourse. I knew she probably wasn't a virgin, but this tightness, comparable to a virgin's, made me suspect she might not do this often.
I used all my skills to the fullest, striving to make her feel excited and joyful. Her lack of experience meant she couldn't withstand my prodding, a seasoned lover's advances. I watched as she gradually disarmed herself, finally seizing the opportunity to kiss those cherry lips that symbolized her pride.
The sudden shock pulled Ye Mei back from her daze, and tears streamed down her face. I ignored her sadness, continuing to relentlessly release my desire within her body, her passage, and her lips.
Having grown accustomed to Xiaoli's incredibly narrow passage, Ye Mei's passage, though congested, was still manageable for me. I continued until she reached two consecutive orgasms before releasing my own desires.
Ye Mei lay exhausted on the bed, panting heavily. Her eyes, devoid of any guardedness, were unfocused, completely lacking the hostility she usually displayed when looking at me.
A question arose in my mind, and I curiously questioned her, "Tell me honestly, do you like me or hate me?"
Ye Mei remained silent for a moment, burying her tearful face in her hands without answering.
I sighed, already knowing the answer in my heart, but I dared not, and did not want to, prove it.
I didn't press her further, but considerately helped her clean herself up before leaving the consultation room so she could rest and process her emotions.
The next day, when we met again, we resumed our usual interactions, as if what had happened that night had never occurred between us.
When I got home, I sat on the sofa in the living room, pondering Ye Mei's true feelings for me. Xiao Li looked at me with tears welling up in her eyes and asked if things were resolved.
Her worried expression was like that of a child afraid of losing something they cherish.
I hugged her and sighed, saying, "Don't worry, what happened between her and me is over. I swear, no matter where I am, my heart will always be with you."
For some reason, Xiao Li always had a faint scent of lilies emanating from her, and whenever I smelled that scent, my mood would calm down considerably.
She sat on my lap, leaning against my chest, feeling my true presence beside her, while I was like a lost insect finding its way back, perched on her little lily.

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