[Observations in Obstetrics and Gynecology]

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Part One

(I)

That happened several years ago.

Once, I was instructed by my unit to go to a county town in the southern mountainous region of Zhejiang Province to collect

a debt from a business unit.

Over the years, a strange phenomenon has emerged here: those who owe money are treated like royalty, while those who collect are treated like servants. Normally,

payments should be automatically executed according to economic contracts, but now even sending someone to the door doesn't guarantee a smooth resolution

. Fortunately, we are a state-owned enterprise, and labor is cheap. When faced with uncollectible payments, we send people to collect

, often adopting a "I won't leave until you pay" attitude, going there every day with persistent pleading and cajoling until the other party

is exasperated resolves the issue to some extent. Of course, it would be best if the problem could be completely resolved.

This time, my task for going to southern Zhejiang was: no time limit, and 50% of the debt must be recovered. To

complete this task, I stayed in that small mountain town for a full half-month.

The people at the other company were business associates, so we met frequently. They were all acquaintances with

good relationships. When I went to collect the debt, it was simply a matter of mutual cooperation, and they wouldn't make things difficult for me. So,

all show up and make a gesture; nothing more. This meant that each morning I just went to their

office, made a brief appearance, exchanged a few pleasantries, and that was my day's work. The rest of the time was my own

.

Logically, this kind of business trip should have been better than a long break, but after finishing my business and returning to my unit, I was completely exhausted. After

handing over my work, I went home and slept for two whole days to recover.

How could such an easy business trip leave me so tired? The reason was that I was a voyeur (please

forgive my bluntness). Alone and without the burdens of family chores or social obligations, I was carefree

and unburdened. I spent my days and nights riding the bicycle I borrowed from their office, wandering around that small mountain town, and secretly

witnessed many interesting things.

Our social environment may seem very secure, but in reality, if you look carefully,

there are still many opportunities to peep. I consider myself someone with some voyeuristic experience (I've already shared some of my experiences,

and I plan to continue sharing them later), so whenever I have time, I always manage to find something.

This is a website specifically for obstetrics and gynecology, so I'll focus on things related to that area.

If any readers would like to know about other areas (such as toilets, bathrooms, homes, etc.) for voyeurism, please reply

and let me know , and I will try my best to meet your requests.

Through my scouting, I discovered that there are two hospitals with obstetrics and gynecology departments in this small county: the county people's hospital and

the county maternal and child health hospital. Both of these hospitals offer opportunities for voyeurism. Additionally, there's

a ; although voyeurism is possible there, there are too few patients, making it less useful.

Now I'll tell you what I've found.

The hospital's outpatient department is an old-style three-story building, shaped like an inverted "U". The corridor is in

the middle, with rooms on both sides. The obstetrics and gynecology outpatient department is located at the far end of the first floor, behind a corner. It's not visible from the main corridor

; you have to turn left at the end of the lobby and then right to reach the obstetrics and gynecology department. There are six rooms in total.

The first is for obstetrics, and the next one is

for gynecology, consisting of two side-by-side rooms: one for consultation and the other for examination and treatment. Each room has its own door in the corridor, and there's another door connecting the two rooms.

The other three rooms have two locked doors. Upon inspection, one was found to be used for storing miscellaneous items. The remaining room

is the doctor's on-call room; doctors can sleep here when there are no patients at night and get up

to see patients when they arrive.

The innermost room was the toilet. Like other hospitals, the obstetrics and gynecology department only had a women's toilet. Since there was no

men's toilet nearby, no one would mind if a man went in. Generally speaking, if you need to urinate,

you should do it in the toilet; it's better than urinating in your pants, even if it's a women's toilet. In short, it was a unisex

toilet. However, since it was marked as a women's toilet, theoretically only women should go in. Therefore, the builders didn't put much effort into

concealing , so it wasn't difficult to see anything there.

I'll talk about this toilet in more detail another time.

There wasn't much to see in the gynecology clinic; the focus was on the examination and treatment rooms. When I got to the door, I saw a vent covered

with paper. Upon closer inspection, I noticed a flaw: the paper was old and torn, and

a piece of . Climbing up through the vent would surely yield results. But I had to wait until no one was around the corner in the corridor. If

someone came down the main corridor, their footsteps would alert me. Having found a good spot, I felt confident.

I observed the surroundings and noticed that there weren't many patients, and the order of the consultations was poor. Patients

rushed into the examination rooms as soon as they arrived, unlike in big city hospitals where they sat and queued outside. Therefore, the corridors were often

empty. This made it easy for me to spy.

Now that it was crowded, I didn't dare climb onto the skylight to spy on the gynecology clinic, but the obstetrics department offered some opportunities. I

noticed that the examination beds were near the door, and the examination tables were by the window. You couldn't see the examination beds from directly facing the door

, but if the door was slightly ajar, and you stood outside looking in, you could easily see

the woman lying on the examination bed with her head inwards and feet outwards.

The door had a spring that automatically closed when someone entered or exited. To spy on the woman inside, you first needed to

find a way to open the door a crack.

I was very experienced in this. I would find a small pebble, hold it in my palm, and when a woman pushed the door open,

I would casually throw it into the corner between the door and the frame. The door would be jammed by the pebble and wouldn't close properly, leaving a small

gap about a finger's width. If you stand in the right spot, the narrow gap is enough for you to see.

The woman , with her head against the wall at a small angle, can't see outside the door. The doctor performing the examination, already close to the door

at a large angle, also can't see outside (I can't post a picture here, otherwise I could draw a diagram to explain

).

A moment later, the woman who had just gone in moved over and lay back on the examination bed. She was a

young pregnant woman in her early twenties, wearing a loose-fitting, sleeveless floral dress. A female doctor in her thirties helped her lift the

dress to her armpits, unhooking her bra to reveal her fair, slightly protruding belly (she

wasn't very far along in her pregnancy). She wore pure white cotton shorts, with some paper peeking out from the crotch. The woman lay there like this until the examination...

On the bed, she bent her legs, completely exposed to me, with only her small underwear covering her vulva.

The doctor first measured her belly with a tape measure, placing one hand on her vulva and the other along

her belly to her chest. Then, he measured her waist circumference over her back, moved the tape measure up to her chest, and then asked her to straighten

her legs so he could measure her hip circumference. After that, he asked her to bend her legs again. The doctor

recorded the measurements on a whiteboard while talking to the pregnant woman from time to time.

"The fetus is a little small, but still normal. You need to increase your nutrition... Your breasts are developing well, but the nipples

are a little inverted, which needs to be corrected... Your hip circumference isn't big, but a large fetus isn't good either... Okay, all three measurements are normal,

don't worry... By the way, today is your first prenatal checkup, so there are some other things to do.

Take off ."

Wow, goodness, I can even see her vulva during a prenatal checkup, how rare!

The pregnant woman obediently arched her buttocks, laboriously pulled off her underwear, and put it aside. She reached down and ripped the toilet paper off

the vulva . The toilet paper was soaked through, with some strands clinging to it. There wasn't

much pubic hair, and the entire vulva was dark. The labia were large and plump, and tightly closed. It was unexpected that such a fair-skinned

woman would have such a dark vulva.

The vulva was wet and glistened under the examination light. A moment later, the sticky, whitish

discharge oozed from the pregnant woman's dark vulva, flowing down her buttocks. The doctor quickly brought

a stack of toilet paper and placed it under the pregnant woman's buttocks.

"You have a lot of vaginal discharge... Some pregnant women experience increased vaginal discharge, which is normal... However, you need to pay attention to hygiene.

Excessive discharge can pollute the perineal environment, easily breed bacteria, induce gynecological diseases, and also affect childbirth. If the vaginal

inflammation is severe, it may cause massive bleeding during childbirth. Think about it, a woman's vagina is very delicate and tender.

During childbirth, it has to stretch to the size of a bowl, which is already quite a strain. Add the trauma caused by inflammation, and you can't withstand it."

"By the way, I should check your vagina. Your vaginal discharge is a bit too much; you may already have inflammation.

Gynecological examinations are not within the scope of prenatal checkups. I happened to run into you today, so I'll check it for you while I'm at it. Otherwise, if I make

you go to the gynecologist again, it will be a hassle for you: registering, queuing, and even having to take your pants off again. Wouldn't that be

exhausting for a big pregnant woman like you?"

"Thank you, Dr. Wang. I often hear my girlfriends talking about you, treating you like a living saint. They say you

're such a kind person. Having you examine me not only puts their minds at ease, but they also learn so much…some things that

are useful not only for having children, but for a lifetime…Dr. Wang, please teach me too, I'm pregnant for the first time and know nothing."

"Forgive me, treating me like a living saint, isn't that shortening my lifespan…But I'm a doctor, a

doctor specializing in childbirth, I always feel like a saint sent me to this world to do good deeds, so I try my best to do it well.

To be honest, quite a few people have considered me a friend after giving birth."

"Yes, yes, one of my girlfriends said she wanted to come with me to my prenatal checkup, saying you two are good friends…saying you

not only helped her have a child, but also helped her and her husband have a harmonious relationship…I felt bad troubling her,

so I didn't let her come…Dr. Wang, let's be good friends too?"

"Friendships aren't something you can force. Once you get along, you naturally become friends.

In this small town, we see each other all the time; there will be plenty of opportunities to bump into each other. Let it happen naturally,"

the doctor said, her hands busy at work. She turned to retrieve a speculum from the cabinet, returned to

the bedside , leaned down, and used her left thumb and forefinger to spread the pregnant woman's labia. With her right hand, she held the speculum, aimed it at

the vagina, pushed it in, turned it, squeezed the handle, tightened the nut, and released it.

The pregnant woman's vulva was completely different; the labia and clitoris were obscured by the speculum's metal frame

, and her vagina seemed to open wide like a mouth. The vagina was covered in white, sticky discharge.

The doctor took a large wad of cotton wool, held it with forceps, and inserted it into the pregnant woman's vagina, wiping and cleaning it thoroughly. It was quite a struggle to

clean the vagina completely.

The pregnant woman's vagina was tender and reddish, plump and fleshy. Her cervix, due to pregnancy, appeared large and prominent,

though there were scattered white spots along the edge, interspersed with streaks of blood. The cervix twitched occasionally,

and secretions slowly seeped from the small opening in the center of the cervix. Because I was very close and paying close attention, I

could see it clearly.

"You see, there's already inflammation… No need for tests, I can tell it's a yeast infection, but thankfully it's not serious yet.

I'll prescribe some medication for you in a bit, it's a suppository. If you use it consistently, the inflammation will clear up quickly… Let me

explain how to use it. First, wash your genitals and hands thoroughly. Peel off the foil, take out the suppository, separate

your labia hand, and use your index and middle fingers to hold the suppository inside your vagina. Note that after inserting the suppository, you need

to push it in with your fingers. Make sure it's inserted to the very bottom of the vagina; otherwise, with movement, the suppository will easily fall out,

and then it won't be effective."

"...Oh, by the way, I don't know how you wash your genitals. The correct way is this: First,

you need a dedicated basin, a dedicated towel, and warm, clean water. Some women use one basin, one towel, and

one basin of water to wash their face, feet, and genitals, and some even share one with the whole family. Washing like that is worse than not washing at all. Also

, when washing your genitals, there should be a specific order: first wash the vulva, then the mons pubis (

the area where pubic hair grows), then the groin area on both sides. After cleaning these areas, finally wash the anus, or

buttocks."

"...There's a proper way to wash your vulva. The first step is to separate the labia minora and clean the

area around . The next step is to clean the clitoris, labia minora, and labia majora. These areas need to be washed carefully.

The labia minora are wrinkled, and the labia majora have pubic hair, making them easy breeding grounds for bacteria. Especially the clitoris; you must

peel back and clean the entire clitoris thoroughly. Some women are shy and, let alone peeling back the foreskin to clean the clitoris, they just

haphazardly rub the vulva a couple of times and consider it washed—that's no different from not washing it at all."

"As for the mons pubis and inner thighs, a simple wash is fine. When washing the anus, be careful; the towel must

be used from front to back, and you must be careful. Otherwise, you might dirty your vulva again. If

you accidentally dirty your vulva, be sure to change the water and wash it again..."

"Don't be clever and spray perfume on your genitals. On the one hand, a woman's vulvar skin is delicate and can't tolerate fragrance."

Water can be irritating and may even cause inflammation. On the other hand, women often have a lot of vaginal discharge, especially during intercourse.

When this discharge mixes with perfume, it can become very unpleasant to smell… Washing the genitals with soap isn't good either; plain water is

sufficient. However, the water temperature must be appropriate. Some women like to use very hot water to scald their vulva, which is not good. Over time, this

can become addictive; the water gets hotter and hotter, eventually making the vulva completely desensitive. "

...Look at you, normally it's normal for a woman's vulva to darken slightly during pregnancy,

but yours seems a bit excessive to me. To put it jokingly, it looks like a European woman with an African vulva.

Did you use hot water? Does it feel good to keep your vulva warm? I can smell it. You also sprayed perfume on your vulva,

trying to cover up the smell of vaginal discharge? Little did you know, the mixture of perfume and vaginal discharge smells is truly unpleasant...

You smell it every day, of course you can't smell it... You've backfired, ruining a perfectly good vulva into

a dark mess. Don't worry, change your methods, and after giving birth, after a while, you'll have a clean,

delicate, and rosy vulva again (in a teasing tone)... Your husband will like it even more then."

"Also, when washing your genitals, just clean the outside of the vulva. You don't need to wash the inside of the vagina;

if you do, use a special vaginal douche. Oh, right, in your case, some vaginal irrigation can be

helpful. I'll write it on the prescription later, and now I'll teach you how to use it."

The doctor loosened the adjusting nut, narrowed the speculum opening, and slowly pulled the speculum out of the pregnant woman's vagina

. The removed speculum was slippery and coated with the vaginal secretions. Because it had been

stretched too much, the labia minora couldn't immediately return to their original position after the speculum was removed; the two labia minora were slightly parted,

revealing a bit of tender pink inside the vulva, and the clitoris, about the size of a soybean, was also exposed through the foreskin.

Although the entire vulva was still dark, the tender pink tinge of the clitoris and vulva made it

look . The two slightly parted labia minora were even fluttering, showing that the pregnant woman was trying hard

to close her vulva. She held her breath, her labia minora tightened and pressed together. She released her breath, and her

labia minora parted again with a "snap," repeating this motion repeatedly—it was quite a sight.

The doctor brought out a gynecological douche with a long nozzle and had the pregnant woman try it. With one hand, she parted her labia,

and with the other she carefully inserted the long nozzle of the douche into the small opening in the center of her vulva, continuing until the medicine

bottle at the back was pressed against her vulva. She paused, then squeezed the medicine bottle. The bottle wasn't filled with medicine, but full of air.

As she squeezed and released, the air inside the bottle went in and out of her vagina, making "hissing" and "whooshing"

sounds. With each whooshing sound, the secretions that had re-accumulated in her vagina gushed out, some even splashing out

with the airflow.

After a while, the pregnant woman had learned enough and handed the douche back to the doctor. The doctor then gave

her wipe away the discharge that had just appeared on her vulva, and continued, "Remember, you

must use a douche to wash your vagina. Some women lack hygiene knowledge and, when washing their genitals, just use a towel wrapped around their fingers

to scoop out their vaginal discharge. Often, they do this only after washing their genitals, which only introduces

dirty water into the vagina and causes illness. Even more ridiculous, some women, after using the toilet, still wrap their fingers around toilet paper and

insert them into their vaginas ." "Going to the ward to wipe is simply being clever for its own good, creating problems where none exist."

After the vaginal examination, the doctor brought out several large inner and outer calipers to measure various dimensions of the pregnant woman.

The doctor held one end of the caliper slightly above the clitoris and the other end near the anus, then

measured the length with a ruler and recorded it; then the doctor held one end of the caliper against the vulva and the other against

the chest, again measuring and recording; the doctor even used a protractor to measure the angle of the vulva (

this me of a math teacher measuring angles on the blackboard).

The doctor's hands skillfully performed various examinations, and its mouth didn't stop either.

"This is your first prenatal checkup, so we need to provide you with some prenatal education as part of the process.

You mentioned earlier that you wanted me to teach you… First, maintain a relaxed mood, eat well, pay attention to

hygiene , and have a regular lifestyle… These general precautions are all in the books; you can look them up yourself. If you don't understand

, come ask me… What I want to emphasize is the issue of your marital sex life. The books don't cover everything, and

some sensitive issues can't be discussed directly. Just reading books might lead you astray, so only we

gossipy old ladies can explain it clearly to you. This will be beneficial for you."

"…Don't be shy, everyone's been through this… I know young people have strong sex drives, and

completely abstaining from sex is unrealistic, but unrestrained intercourse affects the fetus, I think you understand that. It's

a contradiction, the question is how we should reconcile and resolve this contradiction… See, you're shy again. I'm

a doctor, and we're all women, what's there to be shy about?… I just told you that a regular lifestyle is important;

in fact, sex is also a part of life, and it should also be regular."

"...Now let's discuss how pregnant women should enjoy their sex life. Does it necessarily have to involve intercourse

to a sex life?...Actually, there are many ways to have sex. The most important

thing between husband and wife is their relationship...However, desire is a special thing; the better the relationship, the stronger the desire."

"According to experts, intercourse during pregnancy often happens like this: When the husband sees his wife's growing belly, while

anticipating the arrival of a new life, he often subconsciously experiences that this is the result of their marital intercourse, which

generates the desire for further intercourse to confirm the reality of their shared pregnancy. Thus, intercourse between the couple

naturally occurs."

"...Yes, you haven't thought about it this way. As I said, it's the subconscious at work; you

can't feel it...Knowing the special nature of intercourse during pregnancy, we can try to do things better...I'm going to

ask you some questions. Don't be shy; you must answer truthfully so I can help you...How did you get pregnant

?...It was the result of your marital intercourse...So, what organ did your husband use for intercourse? Don't

be embarrassed; speak up boldly. We're all women, after all..."

"By the way, your husband had sex with you by inserting his penis into your vagina. So think about it,

could your pregnancy also be attributed to your husband's penis? Your husband's penis has such a significant contribution..."

Shouldn't he be considered your precious treasure? Since he's precious, shouldn't you caress and kiss him?

Can caressing and kissing your husband's penis also be considered a form of sexual intimacy? "...Speaking of which, I'd also like

to talk to you about the so-called 'oral sex' issue..."

The doctor then proceeded to discuss oral sex, "According to traditional views, oral sex is a

vulgar act, a sin. Respectable people not only cannot engage in oral sex, but even the desire for it is

shameful. The idea that sexual organs are dirty has become a universally acknowledged 'truth.' Actually,

as long as you maintain good hygiene and cleanliness, sexual organs are quite clean."

"...Someone did an experiment comparing vaginal secretions with saliva in a woman's mouth.

What do you think the result was?...Saliva has more bacteria than vaginal secretions, so oral sex isn't dirty. Just

remember to brush your teeth before doing it...Don't make such a fuss, like some kind of saint. I don't believe you haven't

done this before...I'm only saying this because of what you just said, because I consider you a friend."

"Actually, as long as both husband and wife are willing, it's not excessive or perverted to do whatever you want... (

whispering ) To be honest, I also enjoy oral sex. I love it when my husband licks my vulva. The

soft, rubbing sensation on my clitoris is so incredibly pleasurable... Conversely, I also enjoy sucking my husband's penis.

Watching him enjoy it makes me feel so happy... So, I'm saying that since you're pregnant,

you can have sex, but it's best to have less actual intercourse. If you have sexual desire, kissing and

hugging, along with some licking and sucking, is usually enough. While it may not be the most satisfying, parents are

willing to sacrifice a little for the sake of the child."

"Pregnant women are more likely to control their sexual desire because they are more concerned about the baby. Husbands, on the other hand, are less able

to control . Fortunately, satisfying a man's sexual desire doesn't necessarily require intercourse. You can use your mouth to suckle and

rub with your hands to help him ejaculate... You can stop when he's about to climax and let him move inside your

vagina for a few more thrusts to ejaculate inside you; you can also release his penis and continue rubbing with your hands

to let him ejaculate outside, but it's best if he ejaculates on your vulva. Men are like that; they always want to

ejaculate on a woman's vulva. It's only natural, so why shouldn't a wife try to satisfy him?

It's better than letting his penis penetrate your vagina and impact your uterus, which could harm the fetus."

"...If you're more relaxed, it's fine to let him ejaculate in your mouth. Semen is the cleanest fluid, and

swallowing . Men are also happy when their wives ejaculate in their mouths. A woman has two mouths, and they are equally

important to a man... Of course, not every sexual encounter can be like this, just a pretense. There should be a few real sexual encounters,

and then need to pay attention to the positions and intensity. As for positions, you need to be careful not to put pressure on the fetus. I think the doggy style is

better; it's actually quite comfortable. I'm not pregnant now, but I still like my husband to use the doggy style on me." "

...During intercourse, don't just think about your own pleasure and thrust hard. Just thrust in and out at the vaginal opening.

You'll have plenty of fun later... I don't approve of anal sex. Although anal sex has less impact on the fetus,

the anus is still too dirty... For older couples, because the wife's vagina is loose and the husband can't fully enjoy himself,

it's understandable to have anal sex a few times occasionally, but you still have to wear a condom."

After the next examination was completed, the doctor went to examine the pregnant woman's breasts, and there was another problem.

"Your breasts are developing well, but your nipples are too inverted, almost completely hidden in the areola. I'll get you

a breast pump later. Go home and pump often; once the nipples come out, your baby will have milk to drink... Come on, try it."

The doctor said, taking out the breast pump, hooking the cap onto one of the pregnant woman's nipples, and pumping hard. The pregnant woman's nipple swelled up

like a purple grape. The doctor tightened the cap and released the pump, leaving it hanging on the pregnant woman's breast like a bell. The doctor

then had the pregnant woman hang the pump on the other breast. The two bells swayed on the pregnant woman's breasts for a while before

the doctor allowed them to be removed.

While trying out the breast pump, the doctor also gave her some advice, "Besides using this breast pump, every night after you go to

bed, have your husband do some work and suck on your nipples. It'll be treatment, and it'll make you feel good too.

Why not? (Teasingly) It might even give you an orgasm."

The pregnant woman blushed deeply.

After much nagging, I finally finished my prenatal checkup.

Next, I saw two more people coming for prenatal checkups, but neither of them took their pants off, so it wasn't very interesting. I left

the hospital to wander around elsewhere. Before leaving, I made sure to remove the pebble from the door crack.

(II)

Around noon, I returned to the hospital. The obstetrics clinic was tightly closed, but there were still voices in the gynecology clinic

. I glanced at the door and saw two female doctors and three patients inside. A man was sitting outside,

clearly a patient's family member.

I turned back to the main corridor, found a chair, and silently prayed that the man would leave quickly. A little while later,

the man came out with a woman. Goodness, there's a way! I glanced around. The town is small, and there aren't many patients.

The main corridor was practically empty by now. I quickly slipped back to the obstetrics and gynecology department. Looking at the door, I was surprised to find no one

inside .

Good news!

I quickly went to the examination and treatment room door, grabbed it with both hands, and leaped onto the ventilation window.

Peeking through the hole in the window paper, I saw two doctors and two patients, all

there. I slid down, gently pulled a chair from the adjacent corridor, placed it outside the door, and sat down. Now I could

easily watch the show.

Two gynecological examination tables were placed side-by-side in the examination room, with their heads facing the door and feet facing the window. Looking down through the vent in the door

, I could see the patient's pubic hair, but not much further down. When I climbed up to the vent, one patient was already

lying on the examination table, while the other was preparing to undress.

I naturally alternated between them while observing, but describing it now would be unclear;

let me explain one by one.

First, the one already lying down. She was a woman in her forties, obese, wearing a bleached

short-sleeved shirt. She had probably just had her breasts examined, so the buttons were undone, hanging open on both sides. Her bra was also loose, flipped up over

her neck, revealing her two plump breasts hanging to the sides, with two dark areolas larger than silver dollars topped with two nipples.

The same large, dark nipples, and her lower body, as expected, was completely naked, her two thick legs spread wide like an

"X" with her feet on the ground. At first glance, she looked like a big, fat pig.

I knew very well that I wasn't here to see beautiful women, but to examine women, so whether the woman was beautiful or not

was secondary; the examination was what mattered. Okay, let's see.

The doctor came to the fat woman and "snap" turned on the floor-standing examination light. The woman's belly became even

clearer , her skin wrinkled and her pubic hair as thick as a beard, darkly covering the triangular area in front of her vulva.

Judging from the growth pattern, there was also hair on both sides of her labia (unfortunately, I couldn't see it from this angle). Because of her obesity, her navel was sunken

like a wine cup, and a thick, long scar started from her navel, winding its way

into .

The doctor retrieved a pair of disposable nylon gloves from the tray of examination instruments beside the examination table and put them on. Perhaps

because the woman was too obese to examine easily, the doctor pushed the footrests to the sides, widening the woman's vulva

.

The doctor took a pair of forceps from the tray, along with some cotton wool. With one hand, he explored the woman's vulva, while the other hand used

the forceps to wipe the cotton wool back and forth, clearly cleaning the inside and outside of the labia. He muttered, "

Next time you come for a gynecological appointment, wash your genitals first." After

using five or six wads of cotton wool, the doctor put down the forceps.

The doctor crouched between the woman's legs, his hands moving groping and exploring her vulva for a while,

clearly examining her external genitalia. With the doctor's movements, the woman would occasionally tremble, twist

her waist, and her buttocks would sometimes push backward—probably

a conditioned reflex from external stimulation to her vulva, especially her clitoris.

After completing the examination of the vulva, the doctor turned to the instrument rack. Several

speculum speculae (duckbill speculum) of different sizes

were placed on a tray on the rack. The doctor waved his hand back and forth, selecting the largest one. Holding it in one hand, he bent down with the other, adjusting the examination light to focus it more accurately on the vulva. He bent over, his left thumb and forefinger forming a V-shape as he pressed down

on the obese woman's vulva, clearly to separate her labia majora and minora to facilitate the insertion of the speculum into her

vagina.

The doctor's left hand pressed firmly against the vulva, while his right hand held the large speculum horizontally (a horizontal speculum

is easier to insert than a vertical one), and slowly pushed it into the obese woman's lower body. The long speculum gradually shortened

until, in the end, only the shiny metal ring at the end of the speculum was visible.

After the speculum was fully inserted into the obese woman's vagina, the doctor released his left hand and turned his right hand half a circle upwards, bringing

the speculum handle into my view (normally, doctors always turn the speculum handle downwards towards

the anus; I don't know why it was turned upwards today, but never mind, doctors always have their reasons).

The doctor used his freed left hand to forcefully squeeze the handle all the way down (meaning the speculum was fully opened,

stretching the examinee's vagina to its maximum).

"Oh..." It seemed the speculum was a bit too large, and with the vagina being stretched rather roughly all at once

, the obese woman couldn't take it anymore, letting out a short groan as the doctor forcefully stretched the speculum.

The doctor, probably used to this, didn't react to the obese woman's groan at all. He tightened his grip on the handle with his left hand and continuously

turned the adjusting nut with his right until it was fully tightened, the whole process incredibly skilled and fluid.

The doctor released both hands and straightened up.

The speculum was firmly fixed to the obese woman's vulva. It seemed her vagina had been stretched into

a large hole, but unfortunately, I couldn't see it. I could only see the speculum handle on her vulva

swinging intermittently. I thought this was because the sudden stretching of her vagina to its limit caused a reflexive

contraction, pulling on the speculum and causing the handle to swing. Each vaginal contraction caused the handle to

swing once.

Thus, seeing the speculum handle swing was like seeing the obese woman's vagina contracting.

Similarly , seeing the adjustment tabs on the handle pressed together was like seeing her

vagina stretched to its limit, even the faint pulsation of the cervix deep inside seemed to float before my eyes.

The doctor bent down and peered carefully between the obese woman's legs, occasionally moving

the speculum handle back and forth and side to side, presumably to get a clearer view from different angles. With each movement, the obese woman

would occasionally groan, "Hmm...hmm..." as her sensitive vulva was stimulated.

The doctor ignored her and continued examining her vagina. After that, he picked up a cotton swab, about ten centimeters long, and

inserted it deep into the obese woman's vagina through the speculum. His hand was almost touching the speculum when he

stirred it around inside her vagina for a while before withdrawing his hand; the cotton swab was now soaking wet.

I thought the doctor would remove the speculum

, but instead, he didn't. Instead, he went to the table next to the microscope,

took a small piece of glass, and smeared the wet cotton swab on it, leaving the obese woman with the speculum

on the examination table.

He smeared the swab, now covered in the woman's vaginal secretions, on the slide, casually tossed it into

the waste bin, added a few drops of medicine to the slide, placed it under the microscope, and began observing

it (this hospital is strange; they even do lab tests in the gynecology clinic).

After a while, the fat woman lying on the examination table couldn't stand it anymore. Imagine, a woman, naked and

sprawled out on her back, a hard speculum inserted into her vagina,

her vulva , displayed like an exhibit. Isn't that shameful

? She's a woman, after all. Unless she had no other choice, what woman would willingly expose her vulva to a stranger, even for a fleeting glance

?

The vulva is a woman's precious treasure, her lifeblood, her means of livelihood

. A vulva without pubic hair might be seen by her father once or twice, but once it grows pubic hair, it's only for her husband's exclusive use.

A vulva with pubic hair—who else but her husband can see it? Who can touch it? Who can have sex with it? And now, it's been turned into

an exhibition stretched out like this, is probably something even her husband has never seen before.

Not only was she embarrassed, but she also felt uncomfortable. Even though a woman's vagina is very elastic, it can't withstand the strain of such a large iron thing

. Her husband's penis must be four or five tied together to be that thick. And yet, she was given a...

The largest size? What woman could stand that?

The impatient fat woman called out to the doctor from the examination table, "Doctor, are you done yet?"

The doctor ignored her, continuing to examine herself under the microscope.

After a while, the fat woman called again, "Doctor, are you done yet?"

The doctor, annoyed, said, "What are you yelling for? I'll tell you to put your pants on when you're done. I'm not in a hurry, why are you?

Honestly."

The fat woman dared not shout anymore, and could only obediently continue being her exhibit, continuing to endure

the torment .

I stood outside the door, thinking to myself, "You may not be in a hurry, you could sit there fully dressed for two hours

without impatient, but how could she not be? Don't believe me? Try taking off your pants and lying down on her! I bet you'd be even

more impatient than that fat woman."

About seven or eight minutes later, the doctor finished the test and came over to the fat woman, saying, "You

're quite ill . You'll need to come back to the lab for a culture later... I was in such a hurry earlier; if I had removed it sooner, I would have had to

insert it into you again."

"What kind of culture?"

"You don't need to worry about that. Just give the container to the lab technician."

The doctor then took a cotton swab and poked around in the fat woman's vagina, pulling out the wet swab and inserting it into a

test tube .

But the doctor still didn't remove the speculum. Instead, he wiped his hands and started asking the fat woman questions.

"You people, you never pay attention to hygiene. Now you're sick, and it's too late to regret it.

Let me ask you, do you wash your genitals before going to bed?"

"Yes, yes, doctor, I wash my genitals very clean every day before going to bed, really, I

'd be ." The fat woman had never experienced anything like this before and was a little flustered.

"You washed it, but it's still so dirty?... What about your husband?" "

..."

"Tell me."

"He...he won't wash..."

"Why don't you talk to him?"

"He ignores you."

"Then how do you get him to sleep with you?"

"Not let him?...He'd beat me to death!"

"You're too weak. Try reasoning with him. If that doesn't work, what's wrong with being a little forceful?"

"No...I tried...he really beat me."

"Really beat me?"

「真揍……我也不嫌丢人了，说给你听听吧……我那老公，白天倒是像个人，

也蛮勤劳的。可到了晚上，唉……就像个强盗似的，不洗下身不洗脚，上了床头

件事就是拉过我去……去肏啊……要不让肏，他就揍，揍完了，还肏……有一回，

夫妻斗了几句嘴，当时他倒是软了，可我还有气，晚上上了床，我赌气不让肏，

谁想他一下翻了脸，抓起我来一顿好揍，揍得我不敢动了，三下二下扒光我的衣

裤，一甩、一扑，猛一下把他那屌儿肏进我屄里，那个疼啊，我没准备不是？」

"... Just bear with it, I think he will feel safe after fucking you... Who would have thought it wasn't over yet? He was beating him while fucking him

... He cocked his dick, waved his fist, and kept mumbling: "I I'll beat you to death, and I'll fuck you to death.

It wasn't until he ejaculated into my pussy that he stopped and collapsed on me... Unfortunately, my body was hurting

and my pussy was hurting, so how could I enjoy fucking my pussy."

"Is this really happening? Is your husband still a human being? Why don't you go to the Women's Federation to sue him?"

"My husband is good at fucking me. He doesn't let me do any work in the fields, and all the money he earns

is given to me. In our family, I am in charge during the day, and he is the owner at night...Besides, I am a woman, and I also like...

that. If he is an adult and doesn't come...to fuck me, it will be unbearable."

"You two, a shovel and a pot, a match made in heaven... Alright, alright, I won't say anything more

... But hygiene is still important, you still need to wash your lower body, and wash it clean... Next time you come to the doctor, bring your

husband along, I'll give him a piece of my mind."

I watched from outside the door, amused. This doctor and patient, standing and lying down, asking and answering questions, was like a police interrogation of a criminal.

One was well-dressed, asking questions with ease, while the other was naked, and the answers were anything but calm. Not to mention

the one lying down, with a giant inside her vagina.

I wanted to see this rare and exciting scene a little longer, but unfortunately, it was over.

The doctor removed the speculum that had been stuck in the fat woman's vagina for a long time.

"Oh—" The fat woman let out a long sigh, and stretched her legs to get up.

"Wait, it's not over yet."

The doctor put on nylon gloves and began to perform an internal examination, fiddling with the fat woman's lower body for a while, then

suddenly stopped.

"You often do anal sex, don't you?"

"What?"

"I said, do you often do anal sex?"

"A jar?...Doctor, what jar are you talking about? I don't understand."

"Ahem...I'm asking you, does your husband often fuck your ass?"

"Uh..."

"You often do anal sex?"

"...You can even find that out?...I don't allow it...but he insists...It's also my fault for being useless, I

didn't take good care of myself when I gave birth to our first child...My husband always complains that my...my vagina is too loose, it's not satisfying to fuck me...His anal sex

isn't something he learned from outside. I remember one time, we were fucking, he was strong, and...that

...his penis slipped out of my vagina, and when he tried to insert it again, somehow it went right into my ass. He quickly

pulled his penis out and put it back in my vagina to continue fucking."

"After he finished, he asked me, 'Do you know what it felt like when my dick was inside your ass?' How

would I know? He told me, 'Your asshole felt like a newlywed's vagina, so tight, so comfortable.

I really didn't want to pull it out.'...Later, when he fucked my vagina, he would intentionally or unintentionally put his dick

inside my asshole..."

"I also felt that anal sex was bad and unhygienic, but I thought about how useless my vagina was, how I had

made things difficult for him all these years, and how he could never get his way. So I just let him be... Later, he only liked anal sex, and

vaginal sex became secondary. Sometimes he would even ejaculate inside my asshole. It made me feel like I had diarrhea all the time."

"That won't do, you'll get sick, you know? Just think how dirty that asshole is... From today onwards, you

're not allowed to have anal sex anymore. If you really can't hold it in, you have to wear a condom... Look, your asshole ca

n't even close up anymore. If this continues, one day you won't even be able to hold your poop, and you'll have to wear diapers like a baby. Okay

, the examination is over, get up... wipe yourself clean." Saying this, he handed a few sheets of toilet paper to the fat woman.

The fat woman seemed to have been granted a pardon, trembling as she moved off the gynecological examination table, turning around to face me. Ha,

she was so fat, every movement made her whole body tremble. The angle was too small, so I still couldn't see her vulva,

but , it really looked like a big beard. Her legs were fat, and her vulva was fat too; her two legs still couldn't be closed together,

the gap between them was as wide as a fist.

The fat woman, naked from the waist down, turned her fat head back and forth, found the shorts she had taken off earlier, picked up

the toilet paper the doctor had given her to wipe her vulva, then stopped. She pulled the shorts over and wiped her vulva haphazardly a few times, shook the shorts open,

and then sat down naked on the stool behind her, leaning back and pulling the shorts over her feet. Now her vulva was facing

me, but unfortunately, her pubic hair was too thick to see clearly. Because her vulva was so large, its bulging shape was visible

, and her thighs looked like they were sandwiched between a meat bun.

I watched as the fat woman pulled the shorts over her feet, up to her ankles, stood up, grabbed the toilet paper, folded it into

a strip about three fingers wide, placed it on her vulva, held it down with one hand, and pulled up the shorts with the other, putting them on. She pressed it against her crotch, pulled on

her trousers, and then went to the clinic with the doctor. I understood then; the toilet paper she had been holding onto earlier was

actually meant to be used as padding for her vulva. No wonder she used the shorts as toilet paper.

I thought to myself, they still need to write medical records and prescriptions, which will take some time. If they come out, I can

hear them, so it won't be too late to hide then. Therefore, I stayed there to continue watching the other woman's gynecological examination.

(III)

As mentioned before, when I looked in through the air vent, there were two doctors with two female patients. One was about

to undress, and the other was the fat woman who was already lying on the gynecological examination table. Everyone already

knows , so let me tell you about the other woman.

The doctor examining her was busy by the window opposite. There was a urinal in the corner there, probably for

the patients being examined to use the toilet. The doctor was now placing a reclining chair that looked like a gynecological examination table on the urinal.

The reclining chair really did look like a gynecological examination table. It also had a backrest and two footrests, but it was lower than a gynecological examination table. The difference

was that the seat of the reclining chair was U-shaped, like the front half of a toilet seat that had been sawed off.

Moreover, it was tilted upwards from back to front, at an angle of about 45 degrees. The chair back was steeper than the gynecological examination table.

The doctor set up the reclining chair, moved the examination light aside, and went to prepare the bottles and jars.

Was the woman going to have her gynecological examination on that reclining chair? I was utterly puzzled.

The woman was still standing by the gynecological examination table near the door, her back to the doctor (that is, facing me), undressing. She was

a fair-skinned woman in her thirties, slightly plump, wearing a pale yellow fitted dress.

The woman untied the belt of her dress, lifted the hem of the skirt, which was below her knees, to her chest, gathered the two sides, tied a knot, and

secured it, revealing her fair abdomen and thighs.

The woman was wearing a light yellow pair of panties, and her lower abdomen was slightly protruding, suggesting she was already married.

She bent down, pulled the light yellow panties down to her ankles with both hands, one foot came out,

then another, and the panties magically appeared in the young woman's hands.

The young woman straightened up.

There was another pair of pants? ...Oh, I see now, those weren't pants, they were a menstrual belt. The young woman had just

bent down and taken off her panties, revealing a three-finger-wide thong-shaped menstrual belt underneath,

which was now placed on her vulva. Menstrual belts were a type of sanitary product used by women during menstruation in the past. Nowadays, women generally use

sanitary napkins or tampons, and the old-fashioned menstrual belt has been gradually phased out. Therefore, younger women generally haven't

seen one.

Wearing a menstrual belt is somewhat similar to the thongs popular with women today, but the structure is completely different when unfolded

. Menstrual belts are figuratively called "thong belts," differing from "thongs" by only one character, but the key difference

being the difference between "panties" and "belt.

" As the name suggests, a "thong belt" is a belt shaped like the Chinese character "丁" (ding).

The horizontal stroke at the top of the character is a thin, long strip of thread, worn around the waist like a belt, with the length depending on the individual

's waist circumference. The vertical stroke in the middle of the character "丁" is a cloth strip less than two inches wide and over two feet long.

This strip has two layers, an outer layer and an inner layer. The outer layer is usually made of light-colored pure cotton cloth, mostly white,

for

Some are made of bright colors, which is because young women and housewives love beauty. As for older women in their forties and fifties, they don't care about hygiene or beauty, and they use whatever cloth they have, regardless of color or texture. A very few are made of

rubber

cloth, which is for waterproofing. The inner layer of the strip is usually made of absorbent cotton cloth. On the cotton cloth side, there are

two cloth loops, which roughly divide the two-foot-long strip into three sections. One end of the strip is fixed to the middle of a thin ribbon

, and the other end is attached with a button and two or three buttonholes.

When a woman has her period, she first cleans her vulva, takes some toilet paper, folds it into a strip three fingers wide,

stuffs it into the two loops of a menstrual belt, crums it up and flattens it, ties the thin ribbon around her waist, then tucks the three-finger-wide

strip padded with toilet paper through her lower body from behind, wraps it around the front ribbon at the navel, and

fastens the buttonhole with the button on the end of the strip. When menstrual blood flows out of the vagina, it is caught by this menstrual

belt made of toilet paper and cotton cloth. Every few hours, she takes off the menstrual belt, removes the blood-soaked toilet paper, replaces it with clean

toilet paper, cleans her vulva, and reties it, which allows her to endure for a few more hours.

Thongs and menstrual belts look similar, but the way they're worn is completely different. So, in our culture, shorts are

called "wearing," while menstrual belts are called "wearing."

The word "wearing" subtly and vividly depicts the action of a woman wearing a menstrual belt, and also brings to life the image of a woman wearing a menstrual belt. One truly admires the wisdom of our ancestors; the word "wearing" perfectly

captures the essence of the menstrual belt.

A woman wearing a menstrual belt and a woman wearing a menstrual belt undeniably possesses an indescribable allure.

Generally speaking , thongs are made of fine silk and satin, while menstrual belts are made of coarse gauze and homespun cloth; thongs are colorful and vibrant, while menstrual belts are...

A thong is a natural, unadorned garment, clinging to the skin, while a thong strap can look rather rustic. Some might ask

, then what's so great about a thong strap?

Well, there's a beauty in the sophisticated, and a charm in the rustic; there's allure in the glamorous, and seductive in the simple.

If a thong is like a sophisticated Western woman, then a thong strap is like a petite chic; if a thong is like a movie star,

then a thong strap is like a mature, private woman. In short, in my eyes, a thong strap is more approachable, more real,

more alluring, and offers more room for imagination. Of course, everyone has their own opinion, and

beauty . This is just my personal view. Okay, I've digressed; let's get back to the point.

(Actually, I have many more stories to tell about menstrual belts. I wonder if you would like to hear them? If so

, please leave a message on the message board.)

Because I am particularly interested in menstrual belts, my eyes lit up when I saw the young woman wearing one.

Today was going to be interesting.

The young woman's thong was light pink, made of fine fabric, and seemed narrower than usual. It was trimmed with

very fine , making it look small and delicate on her body. The narrow strip of fabric barely covered

her vulva, with a few playful pubic hairs peeking out from both sides. The tender pink color made her thighs and belly look exceptionally white.

The young woman tucked her panties into the knot of her dress at her chest, and with a pull, the thin belt around her waist

loosened . The thong, which had been tightly wrapped around her belly and vulva, sagged, revealing a

thin, light red mark left by the tight belt.

The young woman held down the loosened thong with her right hand, and with her left hand pulled the untied thin strap out

of the front loop of the thong. She then reached behind her back, through her crotch, and took the thong from her right hand. With a quick

release of her right hand, she let go of the thong and the thin thread, and with her left hand, she pulled the thong from under her crotch through her back. The thong was untied. The whole process was skillful and graceful; I

couldn't express it clearly in words, and could only make a dry record of her movements. To truly appreciate its

beauty , one must witness it firsthand.

The young woman's entire lower body was completely naked.

Due to the angle, I could only see her pubic hair and the general shape of her vulva. There wasn't much pubic hair, and

her vulva was prominent and appeared full.

The young woman removed the thong and pulled out a piece of toilet paper from the two loops that held it in place. I saw that

the toilet paper crumpled from being handled by her vulva, was wrinkled, and there was a pool of blood in the center near her vulva, like a

blooming plum blossom.

The young woman carefully pulled out a tissue, folded it in half to cover the bloodstains, and slightly parted her legs.

She used the folded tissue to wipe her vulva, first from the front, then from behind.

When wiping from the front, one could vaguely see her labia indent and spring back, indicating her vulva was very delicate and

elastic. When wiping from behind, due to her weight distribution, her hips protruded, making her vulva appear

plump and full.

After wiping, more bloodstains appeared on the tissue. The woman looked around, threw the used tissue into

the waste bin next to the examination table, folded her thong, took off her panties from her chest, unfolded them, tucked the folded thong inside

, folded the panties again, and held them in her hand, looking around for a place to put them.

"Ready?...Come on over when you're ready," the doctor called to her.

Hearing the doctor's call, the young woman, naked from the waist down, turned and walked towards the window, clutching her panties, which she hadn't

found a place to put.

Why was she going to the window instead of the examination table? I was utterly puzzled.

Following the doctor's instructions, the woman placed the panties, still wrapped in a thong

, into a small bamboo basket on a table against the wall next to the recliner. She then turned and lay back on the recliner the doctor had arranged, draping her legs over the footrests.

The footrests were positioned at the ankles, and because they were spread too far apart, it was difficult

to hang them up; she had to use her hands to lift her legs one by one. Once her ankles were on, her feet dangled downwards.

Because the footrests were spread wide, her legs were also spread wide, and with the seat

angled forward wide open, exposed under the examination light. Since my eyesight

was excellent—I had passed the vision test for flight cadets—and the distance wasn't too far, I could see

clearly .

Unlike the pregnant woman I mentioned earlier, the young woman before me was not only fair-skinned, but her vulva was also exceptionally white.

She had very little pubic hair, only a small tuft on her mons pubis, like a Japanese soldier's mustache,

and none on her labia majora. Normally, married women have some pigmentation on their labia majora, but

this young woman's labia majora were unusually plump and exceptionally white, indistinguishable from the skin of her inner thighs. The

smooth, hairless labia majora revealed faint blue veins beneath the

skin

, and the plump, white labia majora tightly gripped the tender labia minora. The young woman's labia minora were a light, reddish-brown color, so light that it

added a touch of vibrancy to her vulva. The long, wrinkled labia minora

peeked out from the labia majora, adding a touch of playfulness to her vulva.

The young woman's vulva was plump and fleshy, bulging at the end of her thighs, like a newborn

baby, wrinkled and on the verge of tears, with a tiny tuft of lanugo on its head. It was

clear her vulva was very well-maintained; not only was it white and plump, but even with her legs spread almost 180 degrees,

her labia majora and minora remained tightly pressed together, closing the vulva completely without a gap.

Because of her menstrual period, although she had wiped herself earlier, it wasn't completely clean in the rush, and there were still some traces of blood on her

vulva appear even more alluring.

Twisting her neck and wiggling her hips, the young woman settled comfortably on the recliner.

The doctor, carrying a tray, began cleaning her vulva. First, he

roughly . Then, using one hand to spread her labia minora in a V-shape, he switched to the other hand and began carefully

cleaning her vaginal vestibule.

The doctor used forceps to hold a damp cotton ball and carefully wiped the young woman's vulva,

one stroke at a time, from top to bottom, never going back. After a few strokes, he would change to a new damp cotton ball and continue. He used

four cotton balls in total. The fifth cotton ball was used to wipe the woman's clitoris, but not in a normal way; he would pull back the clitoral hood.

Go, squeeze out the clitoris and wipe it. After wiping the vulva and clitoris, the doctor pressed one labia with his index finger

and held it still. When he released his thumb, the labia snapped back to their original position. Because the other labia were still being held down by the doctor's index finger and couldn't return to their original position, the two labia

couldn't touch. The snapped-back labia trembled slightly a few times and then stopped moving.

The doctor's thumb then peeled open the young woman's labia again. Last time, he peeled open

both the labia majora and minora together. This time, he released the labia minora and peeled open the labia majora. The folds between the labia majora and minora on one side of the young woman's vulva were exposed.

He After that,

he peeled open the labia minora as well. He released his index finger and let go of the other labia. The two labia still couldn't touch. He cleaned the other labia majora and minora in this way. Only then did he release both labia. In a flash, the young woman's

labia majora and minora snapped shut again, closing the vulva tightly.

Next, the doctor cleaned the young woman's mons pubis, groin, perineum, and anus.

When the wet cotton ball was applied to her anus, I saw her anus contracting and twitching. After this was done, the doctor separated

the young woman and began inserting cotton balls into her vagina, this time using dry cotton balls.

The doctor used forceps to clump the dry cotton ball, slowly inserted it to the opening of the young woman's vagina, twisted it a few times, and then

carefully pulled it out. The cotton ball was covered with a lot of the young woman's menstrual blood, so it was discarded, and a new one was used. This time,

there was much less blood on the cotton ball. The doctor used a larger dry cotton ball and

tried to insert it into the young woman's vagina. The cotton ball was large, and the vaginal opening was small, so it couldn't be inserted all at once. He tried repeatedly until he finally managed to insert the entire clump of cotton into

the young woman's vagina. The doctor then used the forceps in his hand to insert into the young woman's vagina and push it further in, in order to

push the cotton ball deeper into the young woman's vagina.

After stuffing one wad of cotton into her vagina, the doctor inserted another, five large wads of dry cotton balls in total,

filling her vagina completely. The last wad was so full that more than half of it protruded

from , stretching her labia open. From a distance, it looked like a mouth full of foam after brushing teeth.

After stuffing her vagina, the doctor used cotton balls to wipe the vulva again, this time focusing on

the area around .

"I'm done. Now it's your turn," the doctor said, placing a glass jar on

the table . "Now, do as I say."

Following the doctor's instructions, the woman leaned forward, reaching her hands down from her thighs, one on each side, and

spread her labia wide. Inside the tender pink vestibule, the urethral opening contracted and expanded as if about to urinate.

The doctor said from the side, "Don't empty your bladder all at once. Once the bladder starts flowing, stop quickly, I

need to clean it a bit more before I can collect a sample."

Oh—I see, it's so complicated. It turns out they need to test the young woman's urine.

She's menstruating, and her vulva is contaminated with menstrual blood. If they don't clean it before collecting the urine sample, the test results

will be inaccurate. Only after cleaning the vulva can they collect the urine sample. In large cities, reputable hospitals have dedicated

"urine cleaning rooms," but smaller towns don't have such specialized facilities, and not many patients need cleaned urine, so they

're often combined with the gynecology clinic. That young woman went to the gynecology examination room to collect her cleaned urine.

The young woman's urethra opened and closed for a while, but she still couldn't urinate. Forgetting her embarrassment

, she said to the doctor with a pained expression, "Doctor, I can't urinate... I don't know why, I have a lot of

urine in my bladder, but it just won't come out..."

"Don't worry, take your time... This is very common here. Firstly, because you have

so many cotton balls in your vagina, it's extremely dilated, compressing the urethra and obstructing the flow of urine. Secondly, it's psychologically stressful for a

young to separate your labia and urinate in front of others, which can suppress your

urge to urinate... Try to relax, you'll be able to urinate soon... Although we're watching you urinate, we

're women just like you, we urinate like that too, it's okay." The doctor

comforted the young woman from time to time.

Under the doctor's guidance, the young woman tried to relax, determined to urinate as soon as possible. She

took , and then let out a long, drawn-out spit. She held her breath, straining so hard that

her urethral opening the size of a soybean.

"...Um...um...it still doesn't work, doctor..." The young woman struggled for a long time, but

to no avail , and had to ask the doctor for help again.

"Take it slow, take it slow, don't rush...once you get a little bit out, the rest will be easier,"

the doctor quickly comforted her. "If it really doesn't work, we'll have to add some more stimulation...Come on, do as I say. Release

your right hand, use your left thumb and forefinger to separate your labia minora, open them wide...put your right forefinger in your mouth, wet it with saliva...

use your right forefinger to massage your clitoris, be careful not to touch the urethra, massage gently..."

The young woman followed the doctor's instructions step by step. When she heard the doctor tell her to massage

her , she froze, holding her saliva-covered forefinger

. Yes, how could anyone bear to let a beautiful young woman play with her clitoris in front of others?

"Don't stop... Oh, are you shy? It's okay, this isn't just for fun, it's for treatment

, no one will laugh at you... You've been married before, you understand these things. Think about it, have you ever encountered this

situation? When a husband and wife are having sex, if you're holding your urine, and your husband touches and squeezes you, you can't hold it in for long

and have to go pee before continuing. This is the same principle I'm teaching you now... Come on, try it, don't

be shy... Come on, it's getting late, let's hurry."

Urged by the doctor, the young woman had no choice but to steel herself, her face flushed, and slowly reached down

to massage her clitoris. At first, her fingers moved very slowly and lightly, but gradually, they became faster and heavier.

Her complexion also changed from a liverish red to a bright rose red. Overcoming

her , the young woman gradually became intoxicated by the excitement of masturbation, and her tightly closed urethra gradually opened up again.

"It's coming...it's coming..." the young woman cried out in a low, urgent voice, as a thin stream of water

spurted from her already open urethra.

"Stop!" the doctor snapped.

The young woman, about to exhale, jolted, abruptly holding her breath and forcefully suppressing the flowing urine.

Her urethra, which had just opened, immediately contracted into a tiny point.

The doctor then cleaned the young woman's vulva again, focusing on the area around the urethral opening, the inner labia minora, and...

The doctor had just massaged the young woman's clitoris. Afterwards, a pre-prepared glass jar was handed to

her so she could collect a urine sample.

A woman's urethra is short and thick, located near the vaginal opening, where some menstrual blood and bacteria can easily get inside. The young woman

's vulva was tightly closed, making the urethra feel like a warm incubator. The doctor wanted her to release some

urine to flush out the urethra and clean her vulva, ensuring a more

accurate urine sample.

Following the doctor's instructions, the young woman parted her vulva with one hand and held the jar to collect the urine.

Unlike before, she wasn't shy; this time, her left hand was spread wide, her labia stretched to

their limit . Due to the recent massage, her clitoris was noticeably swollen, about the size of a soybean, a tender, glossy pink

, like a pearl set at the very top of her equally beautiful, pink vulva.

After a while, the young woman's urethra slowly opened again. Because her vulva was wide open, the urethra was under considerable

tension, so this time it wasn't round like before; instead, it opened as

a thin, flat slit. Urine came out, also a flat, clear stream, shooting "thump, thump, thump" into the glass jar in the young woman's

hand The urine that fell into the jar was a pale yellow, with a few white bubbles on top.

Having collected enough samples, the young woman moved the glass jar away, leaned forward slightly, adjusted the angle of her vulva, and the urine

fell into the urinal under the recliner. From her vulva to the urinal, the water flowed in a beautiful arc.

Because the young woman had been holding her urine for so long, she had finally broken through, like a river bursting its banks

, unstoppable.

The young woman urinated for a long time. At first, she used her hands to spread her vulva wide,

clearly showing her clitoris, urethra, and the inner sides of her labia minora. Halfway through, she probably realized it was over and released her

grip on her labia, causing them to snap shut. Although the cotton stuffed inside her vagina prevented a complete closure,

it still affected the flow of urine. The urine shooting from her vulva became erratic, spraying in all directions,

making her vulva resemble a showerhead.

Later, as she finished urinating, the pressure of the urine lessened, the spray

becoming . The remaining urine flowed down her labia minora and majora,

wetting her vulva and soaking the cotton stuffed inside. Presumably, some of the urine seeped into her vagina through

the cotton . Some urine also flowed down her vulva, past her anus, half

falling into the toilet bowl and half onto the seat of the recliner beneath her. The urine flow stopped, and the young woman's labia closed a few times, her anus contracting

as well. A few small streams of urine oozed from her vulva, presumably because she 　　was holding back her urine. The woman took the toilet paper the doctor handed her and wiped her vulva clean. She wiped very carefully, holding the toilet paper in one hand and turning her labia inside out with the other, leaving no area untouched. I thought, perhaps the woman was naturally clean, or perhaps she wanted to appear hygienic to the doctor. 　　Next, the doctor began to remove the cotton balls inserted into the woman's vagina. Because the cotton balls had been stretched for a long time, even after the first ball was removed, the remaining cotton balls continued to stretch the vagina, so it couldn't close temporarily, leaving a small opening, about the size of a coin, revealing the tender pink flesh inside, much like the color of an eyelid. 　　The doctor removed all the cotton balls from the woman's vagina and had her lie down on the gynecological examination table. 　　The young woman got up from the recliner, still naked from the waist down, and walked back from the window. I saw that beneath her sparse pubic hair, there was a thin, extremely fine slit that curved inwards. With each step she took, the slit twisted to one side; as she walked, it twisted continuously, somewhat like a windshield wiper. It was clear that her vulva was set high (or rather, very forward). There's a saying here that women with high vulvas are blessed ; the higher the vulva, the greater the fortune. 　　I watched as the young woman, her vulva exposed, walked from the window to the examination table, climbed on top, and spread her legs, ready . 　　The doctor performed a speculum examination and a digital vaginal examination. Because her back was to me, I couldn't see the details , so I won't go into them. One thing to mention is that during the examination, the young woman, like the plump woman, occasionally let out a few low moans. However, the speculum the doctor used on her was smaller than the one used on the plump woman, and the movements of his fingers as he inserted them into her vagina were gentler. Therefore, the young woman's moans didn't sound like they contained much pain; they sounded more like the captivating moans of a woman during intercourse. 　　Also, after the doctor withdrew his hand from the young woman's vagina, I saw bloodstains on his nylon-gloved index and middle fingers. This was because the young woman's menstrual blood was still flowing from her uterus into her vagina. It also showed that the doctor had inserted both fingers into her small, delicate vagina at the same time; I imagined they must have been as thick as her husband 's penis. 　　After the examination, the young woman got up and couldn't find her clothes. Looking around… oh, right, they were in the bamboo basket on the table by the window. The young woman walked towards the window. This time, I could appreciate the swaying ; it was just as beautiful and moving. 　　The young woman went to the recliner by the window, took a stack of toilet paper, folded it into a long, thin strip on the table, and set it aside. She reached into a bamboo basket, took out a pair of panties, pulled out a thong, put the panties back in the basket, and rubbed the thong a few times, probably because it was stiffened from the bloodstains. After , she flattened the thong, held it in her left hand, and picked up the folded toilet paper strip with her right hand , tucking one end into the loop of the thong, straightening both ends, and pressing the toilet paper and thong together firmly. From 　　my perspective, the young woman was facing me sideways as she did this. Her other side was the window, and although there were curtains, it always felt a little incomplete. Instinctively, the young woman turned around, intending to use the thong with her back to the window. Little did she know, this turn revealed her most alluring side to me. 　　Before the young woman put on her thong, she cleaned her vulva with toilet paper. She took two sheets of toilet paper, lowered her head, spread her legs, leaned slightly forward, and with her legs slightly apart, she first wrapped two fingers around the toilet paper and inserted them into her vulva.

She inserted her finger about the width of a finger joint into her vagina, poked it twice, then withdrew it and wiped along the vulva. Finally, she

spread out a piece of toilet paper and rubbed it back and forth on the vulva. You could see the plump, white vulva constantly deforming

and returning to its original shape under her wiping.

After cleaning her vulva, the young woman threw away the toilet paper and began to use a thong.

Her movements while using the thong were truly skillful and graceful, a sight to behold.

The young woman gathered the two ends of the thong thread and the two ends of the cloth strip together, held them with her left hand, and guided them

behind .

At the same time, her right hand reached behind her buttocks, took one end of the thread from her left hand, and brought it back to her pubic hair. In a flash, the young woman's left hand flicked, and one end of the thong slipped out from under her crotch. Her

right hand caught it and pulled it back, bringing the cloth strip to her navel. Almost simultaneously, her left hand returned to her navel

, threaded the thread she was holding into the loop of the cloth strip, released her right hand, and the cloth strip was now caught by the thread. She tightened the thread and tied a knot, and the thong was done.

In the blink of an eye, the delicately colored, exquisitely sewn thong appeared as if by magic on the young woman's body.

Her beautiful vulva, which had just been brazenly wandering outside, now shyly hid behind the narrow strip of cloth

, leaving only the white outer half of her labia majora

exposed a few unruly pubic hairs still peeking out.

The young woman brushed the protruding pubic hairs back behind the cloth with both hands, her right hand in front and her left hand behind,

pinching the two ends of the thong and pulling it up, just like when we pull up our pants, right hand in front and left hand behind,

pressing back and forth on her vulva and anus. Then she took out her panties from the bamboo basket, shook them open and put them on, untied the knot

at her chest , loosened her dress, patted it down, and tightened her belt.

The young woman who had just been standing in front of me with her vulva exposed was gone. Now, in front of me stood a well-dressed,

elegant, and beautiful woman.

The young woman straightened her clothes, tidied her hair, picked up the glass jar, and followed the doctor to the examination room.

The gynecology examination room was empty.

I quickly slid off the chair, put it back in its place, and wiped away my footprints.

Let me explain here: the fat woman and the doctor who treated her had already

left the gynecology examination room while I was peeping at the young woman. I'm leaving this explanation here so as not to interrupt the story.

When the fat woman and the doctor left, I heard the noise, jumped off the chair, and pretended to sit idly, not attracting their attention

at all . They probably even thought I was the young woman's husband. As soon as they left, I quickly climbed back up

to continue watching. Because my time down was very short, it had virtually no impact on the entire viewing process.

I have a bad temper; when I peep at a woman, especially a beautiful one, I can't help but tell

her, let her know she's been spied on by a man. This time was no exception.

It was already midday, and it was summer, so there was no one around. I thought this was a

good opportunity to harass the young woman. But the location near the OB/GYN wasn't ideal; I'd wait and find another chance.

The doctor and the young woman left the OB/GYN one after the other

. By the time the young woman took her urine sample to the lab, the doctor was gone. The young woman turned and walked towards the hospital entrance, and I followed behind, ready to look for an opportunity to harass her.

"Mommy—Mommy—" came a child's voice. Looking up, I saw a two- or three-year-old child

stumbling towards the young woman. Not far behind the child stood a man in his thirties.

"Sweetie, Mommy's here to hug you." The young woman bent down, picked up the child, and walked towards the man, saying,

"Did you have fun playing with Daddy?"

It turned out to be a family of three who had run into each other.

Luckily, I didn't say anything to the young woman; otherwise, if her husband had interfered, things might have gone wrong.

Looking at the man who had ruined my plans, I was furious. But gradually, I felt cheerful again,

thinking cynically to myself, "You don't know, do you? I've seen the parts of your wife's body that are meant for you to see, even more clearly than you have. Have you ever

seen your wife have a gynecological exam? Have you ever seen cotton balls being inserted into your wife's vagina? Have you ever seen your wife urinating with her vulva

spread open? You might not even have seen your wife wearing a thong." Thinking this way, I felt

relieved .

"I was so worried outside for so long. I offered to go in with you, but you would

n't let me. It's fine if I sit by the door," the husband complained affectionately to his wife.

"What are men doing in the OB-GYN? It's so embarrassing." Women are so perceptive; she probably thought that she would have to

take off her pants and expose her vulva in the OB-GYN, with her husband just a wall in between, which would be very embarrassing, so she had her husband

wait for her in the small park outside the hospital with the child.

"Let's go home," the husband said to his wife.

"I have a urine test in progress, it'll be done in a bit. The doctor wants me to check the results; if the indicators are normal, then

everything's

fine. If there's a problem, I need to see a doctor again this afternoon… Anyway, we just had breakfast when we came to the hospital, so we're not hungry now. We might as well just wait here, to avoid rushing around in this heat."

"Okay," the husband agreed.

The couple took their child back into the hospital. I heard the husband ask his wife, "Are you feeling unwell?"

"Not really," the wife replied softly, a little shyly.

Hearing the couple's conversation, I thought, since the wife had just had a gynecological exam, the couple might be whispering

about that. You know, men are naturally interested in that kind of thing. I quietly followed behind, hoping

to overhear something.

The child needed to sleep, so the couple wanted to find a cool place for the child. They found the infusion room; it

was empty, but there was a fan. They took the child inside and found a corner to sit down. There was a door behind them.

What a coincidence! The young couple never dreamed I'd found a way in again.

There were two infusion rooms side by side. The couple went into one, and I figured I couldn't very well follow them in. Having

no other choice, I went into the next room. And lo and behold, there was a door! Apparently, the two rooms were

connected by a door at the end of the window. I went over and saw that the door had a large hole in it, with a piece of plywood nailed to the frame, slightly larger than the hole.

The frame protruded from the door panel, and the plywood didn't stick to the panel, leaving a gap wider than a finger.

The plywood had been nailed from the side of the room where the couple was sitting. I stuck my head through the hole, and through the gap at the bottom edge of the plywood,

I could see the couple's backs and buttocks. Their faces were higher than the hole, so they couldn't see me.

They couldn't see the next room and probably thought they'd found a good place to whisper. I just had to stay by the hole...

Every sound in the room reached my ears.

Pretending to be a leisurely person seeking respite from the heat, I sat down on the bench by the door, trying to make as little noise as possible.

The conversation of the couple over there drifted over intermittently, and I held my breath, eavesdropping quietly. Their topics were

varied, of course; I'll only mention the interesting ones here, omitting the trivial ones, which might be a bit disjointed, but will

save space.

Next door, the husband quietly asked his wife, "Aren't you on your period today? How did you get your urine tested?"

"Ugh, don't even mention it, this period is making me suffer so much… The doctor has a way."

"There's a way? They can't just make you stop your period… Tell me, what method did they use?"

"You'll never experience that, why would you want to know?… You men, you just want to

know ."

"Tell me… please tell me…" the husband pleaded incessantly.

"Look, someone might overhear... I'll tell you tonight."

"This hospital is so big, it's just the two of us, who could possibly hear... Just tell me already... I'll be dying to hold it in until

tonight ."

"Look how impatient you are... I'll tell you, I'll tell you." The wife scolded playfully, then gently

recounted the process of collecting her urine to her husband. When she got to the part where the doctor asked her to massage her clitoris, the young woman shyly nestled into her husband

's arms. "Tell me, who could do

something ?"

"Did you play with it?" the husband pressed eagerly.

"The urine just wouldn't come out... I had no choice but to shamelessly play with it... The doctor was right

next to me , and there was another patient lying on the examination table opposite... Ugh, so embarrassing." "

And someone else? Male or female?" the husband pressed again.

"Aren't you stupid? A man lying on the gynecology exam table... If it really is a man, wouldn't that be incredibly embarrassing...

Hey, tell me, what would you do if a man really saw my... my pussy?" "

I... I'd beat him up."

"What if that man was a doctor?"

"Well... there's nothing we can do about it... Besides, male doctors are more skilled and can treat illnesses... In

OB/GYN , how can you treat illnesses if you can't see the pussy?"

"I'm being shameless, but don't take it seriously... If a male doctor really saw my pussy, it would be

a good thing... Before, you always begged me to see my... my pussy, and I always hid and avoided letting you

see it clearly . That's because I was genuinely reserved... If a male doctor really saw it, it's still a man...

What's so precious about a woman's pussy if a man has seen it... If other men can see it, wouldn't my own husband

see it even more? Maybe I could be more open... I'm just kidding."

"You're talking nonsense. Other men haven't seen it, but your own husband can't? You won't let me see,

but you're happy to let me fuck you. Isn't that strange?"

"That's different. Fuck is for having children; you can't see the baby by looking."

"You're being hypocritical. Now that we have a child, you won't fuck me anymore?"

"I don't want to fuck, but you insist, and now you're being unreasonable?"

"Then why are you so enthusiastic when I fuck you?... Shame on you."

"I just don't want to fuck, I just don't want to fuck." The young woman couldn't argue with her husband,

so she started to act spoiled. The wife wasn't really angry at her husband's nonsense, which showed that she loved him very much and they were usually

very affectionate, so she spoke casually.

The young woman then shyly told her husband about the discomfort of the cotton ball in her vagina, the tension of the speculum, and

the strangeness of the fingers going into her vagina, describing the gynecological examination vividly.

The husband listened to his wife's story, occasionally asking questions such as the shape of her genitals and

what she was thinking while lying on the examination table. The young woman answered shyly.

During the exchange, I peeked through the gap and saw the husband's hand slowly slip under his wife's skirt. The couple pressed

closer together.

The husband whispered to his wife, "You look especially beautiful today."

"Just like always, nothing special."

"Still denying it. What's this?"

"What does this have to do with looking beautiful? Women wear this when they have their periods." It turned out the husband was referring to his wife

's thong. Presumably, at that moment, under the young woman's skirt, the husband's hand was definitely touching the thong around her waist, and

perhaps even her vulva.

"But you don't necessarily have to use this one. This morning I saw you taking this pink one to the bathroom to change, and I

secretly laughed at you, making such a fuss over a gynecological exam."

"So what? I can't let people think I'm a slovenly woman... There was a woman in there for her exam just now, and

her lower body was so filthy and smelly that the doctor got really angry. When he was using a speculum, he teased her by putting on the

biggest one, and she screamed all over him... I saw it with my own eyes... You want your wife's cunt to be torn before you

feel satisfied?... You heartless man."

The husband laughed it off, "Look at what you're saying, how could I? If my wife's cunt is torn,

what ... Hey, the doctor has already seen your cunt, so let me take a good look at it tonight... okay?"

"No, I'm on my period, I can't have sex."

"Just look, I promise I won't fuck you." The husband vowed.

"Don't give me that crap. Do you think I don't know what you're thinking?... If you see me and won't let me fuck you, you'll definitely rape me .

"

"Don't put it so harshly. There's no such thing as rape between husband and wife... Please, my dear wife... I'll

wear a condom, okay?... You're making me want to shove my dick into your tender cunt right now. Feel it

here if you don't believe me."

The couple shifted their bodies, presumably the husband pulling his wife's hand to touch his penis.

After a while , they stopped moving, but the wife smiled shyly, presumably her hand was already touching her husband's penis

.

"Shameless thing... In broad daylight, aren't you afraid of being seen?... We'll talk about tonight."

"You're such a good wife... Just wait, I promise, I'll fuck you well tonight,

I'll let you have your fill."

"Save your breath... I'm scared of you, you always threaten to fuck me to death... My cunt is

n't made of iron, what will you play with after you tear it?"

They joked around for 　　a while, then got up together to get the lab results.

After they were gone, I left the hospital too.

The obstetrics and gynecology department of this hospital was very appealing; a few days later, I revisited it.

[End of Part One]

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