Female TV presenter's physical examination

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That year, a neighboring county was recruiting two female television program hosts. To uphold the principles of fairness, impartiality, and transparency, the radio station leadership announced the recruitment information to the public. Although the requirements were extremely high and the acceptance rate was incredibly low, the immense allure attracted numerous female university students to apply, some even traveling directly from their schools after hearing the news. Following the predetermined recruitment process, after several rounds of screening, seven candidates entered the final on-site selection. The county would organize a special host selection gala, inviting social elites and county leaders to score the candidates and tally the public votes. Based on the pre-announced scoring rules, the two candidates with the highest scores would be officially selected as the county's female television program hosts. During that time, people from neighboring counties and cities paid close attention to the selection gala, and the publicly available tickets sold out quickly. Naturally, the girls became the focus of public discussion. Through connections, I managed to obtain a VIP ticket to the gala, which made me very happy.

Six days before the gala's opening, the hospital leadership called me to their office, explaining that there was a very important medical re-examination to be conducted the next day. They instructed me to hand over my work for the following day before leaving work. The leader then handed me detailed medical examination data and solemnly told me that the higher-ups attached great importance to this re-examination task, and that I must maintain strict confidentiality. Any disclosure of information would result in severe disciplinary action. From the leader's serious expression, I vaguely sensed that the task I was about to face might be significant and sensitive. I didn't dare ask any questions, carefully put away the data, and returned to my office.

That afternoon, I rearranged my work according to the leader's instructions. After work, I didn't linger, taking the data back to the single apartment the hospital had arranged for me. I went to bed early and carefully read the medical examination data the leader had given me. I then noticed that the number of people undergoing this re-examination was very small, but the requirements were extremely high, some almost identical to the standards for pilot recruitment. I even suspected it might be a re-examination for aircrew members, but then I thought that was impossible.

I was appointed as the chief physician, responsible for the final overall review and signing off. During the re-examination, I was specifically responsible for the examinations in my areas of expertise: surgery, reproductive organs, urology, and anorectal diseases. I couldn't discern anything particularly special from the records, and of course, none of the examinees' information was disclosed.

The next day, I arrived at the hospital on time. The re-examination was being conducted on the fifth floor. When I entered, the head nurse told me that the hospital leadership had made a last-minute decision: this time, each nurse would be paired with an examinee, accompanying them throughout the entire examination process. At the same time, the main door to the fifth floor was immediately locked from the inside, prohibiting anyone from entering or leaving, and a thick screen was erected behind the door. I felt like I was the last one there. I hurried inside. In the meditation room, I saw seven very beautiful, well-proportioned, and elegant young women sitting and reading newspapers. Could it be…? My heart pounded. I continued walking and found that all the windows of the examination rooms were tightly covered. I went to my work area, washed my hands, and made the necessary preparations.

Half an hour later, the physical examination and re-examination officially began. The nurse brought in the first girl. I glanced at her casually, and my eyes immediately seemed to be drawn to her: her rosy face, full breasts, slender waist, full hips, and well-proportioned limbs, especially the unique temperament emanating from her face and her seemingly unfathomable eyes beneath long eyelashes, deeply impressed me. Yes, she was one of the seven women who had become incredibly famous in the local media. One of the candidates for a television program host.

To be honest, for a young, unmarried male doctor like myself, performing surgery and health checkups on female patients, especially young and beautiful women, is a completely different experience. The woman I'm examining today is exceptionally beautiful, with a figure, temperament, education level, and even liveliness and wit. Moreover, aside from surgical examinations, all my tests today will focus on the most mysterious and sensitive area of a woman's genitals. My mind raced through the examination materials the hospital leadership gave me yesterday. The materials detailed the examination methods and precautions, including those related to Luo... Some of the examination techniques and testing methods listed would be extremely shameful for any normal woman, and today the woman undergoing these examinations and tests is a top-tier television presenter candidate. Knowing that the other six women would also have to undergo my final evaluation in a little while, my heart was pounding with excitement, my blood rushing to my head, my heart practically leaping out of my chest.

But I quickly composed myself, thankfully without losing my composure. At the same time, she stared at me blankly; I still can't fathom her state of mind at that moment. She had already undergone one preliminary examination; the sign at the entrance of my work area read "Gynecology & Surgery," and she clearly knew the examination items and methods there. I thought that if it were just a preliminary examination, she would most likely choose to give up, but now she's in a bind, and under various pressures, she probably has no choice but to bite the bullet and accept my examination as a young male doctor. She first asked a ridiculous question: "Doctor, are you the only attending physician in this department?" Ugh, I thought the only other person here besides me was the nurse. Was the nurse going to examine you? I smiled and replied, "Yes, I'm the only one. Now let the nurse prepare you." After I finished speaking, the nurse handed me her examination form and went behind the screen alone. I followed her in, feeling extremely uncomfortable. I began to review the information attached to her examination form. There was no name on it, only "representative." Her profile consisted of a string of meaningless numbers, but her other information was remarkably comprehensive: Han ethnicity, 24 years old, university bachelor's degree, vice president of the student union, hobbies included dancing, singing, and traveling, and specialties included writing, calligraphy, and painting. I was secretly astonished; if she hadn't exaggerated her talents to an extreme, she was practically a polymath.

Five minutes later, the nurse came out and said everything was ready. I followed her behind the screen, which she then unfolded, closing the passageway we had entered. Inside was one of the hospital's most advanced multi-functional gynecological examination beds, with all the examination instruments and tools neatly arranged on either side, making them easily accessible. At this moment, she... She lay naked on the gynecological examination bed for my examination. Since it was a general surgical examination first, the bed legs weren't raised, meaning she was lying on a regular bed, only much narrower. I moved to her head, and what appeared before me was nothing short of a delicate, exquisite work of art. I lifted her head with one hand and asked her to raise her chest, while moving the pillow she was sleeping on to her shoulders and back with the other, then gently lowered her head onto the bed. At this moment, her already full and white breasts became even more prominent, the highest point of her body. Her heartbeat... It was definitely faster; her whole face was indescribably red.

I first carefully touched her facial skin, feeling the burning heat on her cheeks, then her neck and armpit lymph nodes. When I touched her armpits, her hands instinctively tightened around mine. I released her hands and deliberately touched both of her armpits with both hands simultaneously. She involuntarily let out a soft "oh," and my penis immediately sprang to attention. I told the nurse everything was normal, and she immediately made a note. Next was the breast exam. I first kneaded her right breast with both hands, then her left, and then both breasts were kneaded separately with both hands, eliciting soft moans from her. I liked hearing that sound, so I continued kneading for a while. After that... I gently kneaded her pale pink nipples, then lightly flicked them a few times with my fingers. Her nipples immediately hardened, and her pink areolas twitched, contracting tightly around the nipples. I told the nurse it was normal.

Next, I examined her lower abdomen. The itching made her slender waist twist and turn. Perhaps, besides her future husband, only I had the privilege of witnessing her naked dance on the bed, but more likely, even her future husband wouldn't have this privilege! I told the nurse it was normal. Moving down her abdomen, I examined her inguinal lymph nodes. For an unmarried girl, this area, connected to the genitals, was understandably sensitive.

As I gently traced my index finger along her groin towards her vulva, my eyes were fixed on the moist, dark pubic hair above her prominent pubic symphysis, the roots of which were white and clearly visible against the skin. One hand involuntarily touched the skin of her pubic area; the sensation was indescribably beautiful. Next, I quickly examined her lower limbs and had her turn over, massaging her white back and full gluteal muscles. After confirming everything was normal with the nurse, I began the next step: a comprehensive examination of her urinary and reproductive systems.

I instructed the nurse to prop up her legs, and then asked her to place her knees on the leg supports. Once she had, the nurse firmly secured her legs. I rotated the gynecological examination table, so that it opened to the sides from below her hips. I adjusted the angle to its maximum, turning on the dual spotlights directly facing her vulva. Her mysterious vulva was completely exposed to my view under the bright light. I looked up and saw her head tilted to one side, her face still burning red, her eyes tightly closed. Overwhelmed by shame, she didn't even have the courage to open her eyes to look at me. I put on thin surgical gloves and moved between her legs. After visually inspecting her vulva, I found it very moist; some vaginal fluid had even seeped into her anus. This was clearly caused by my earlier actions of rubbing her breasts, flicking her nipples, and touching her lower abdomen, which had aroused her sexually. I gently wiped her with a sterile cotton ball. She startled. I explained that there was too much fluid down there, which was affecting the examination, so I wiped it for her. Embarrassed, she didn't know how to respond and mumbled a vague "thank you."

I continued my work, parting her bright red labia minora with one hand and beginning to examine her urethra and vaginal opening. First, I used a sterile cotton swab to gently pry open the tender flesh below her urethra. Her urethra immediately opened into an irregular oval shape, revealing the fresh, tender urethral mucosa. Next, I changed the cotton swab and examined her vaginal opening. The first thing I noticed was her incomplete hymen, but based on my experience, I judged she was definitely a virgin. I carefully inserted the cotton swab into her vagina through the hymenal opening and manipulated the vaginal walls at wide angles. She began to moan softly in pain on the bed, but I ignored her. I changed the cotton swab and continued to manipulate and observe her bright red vaginal walls at wide angles until she broke out in a sweat. I then told the nurse that everything was normal.

After the external genital examination, I applied paraffin oil to my right index finger and her anus. Then, I slowly inserted my right index finger into her rectum through her anus. Her anus immediately clamped tightly around my index finger, and her slender waist twisted uncomfortably. I quickly placed my other hand on her lower abdomen above her uterus, making it difficult for her to move. Then, I began to push my index finger upwards towards her cervix, while my other hand palpated her abdomen. Because I was very familiar with the anatomy of the female pelvis and had a solid foundation in the subject, I quickly finished examining her uterus and adnexa. I then gently withdrew my finger from her tightly closed anus and told the nurse that everything was normal. But as a 24-year-old virgin, she must have been a popular figure in school, attracting many suitors, and she had certainly never experienced setbacks in her studies. Today, she was being subjected to such an open examination of her reproductive organs by a young male doctor for the job she had longed for. She must have felt extremely wronged and uncomfortable, but she knew clearly that the only thing she could do was comply; she had no right to refuse.

Because that would mean giving up, all her previous efforts would be in vain, and that was something she absolutely could not accept.

The next step was a urinary tract dynamics test. I changed gloves, opened the three-way catheterization kit, took out a three-way catheter, and applied paraffin oil to the tip. Then, with one hand, I parted her labia minora, thoroughly disinfected the urethral opening, and gently inserted the catheter by hand. She groaned softly as the catheter was inserted, feeling a tightness and discomfort. I paused, asked her to take deep breaths, and continued inserting it into her bladder. After urine flowed out, I inserted it another 5cm and skillfully clamped the catheter with forceps. Next, I asked the nurse to bring a urine culture bottle, released the catheter, and drained the first portion of urine into the kidney dish, collecting only the midstream urine for culture. After collecting the full sample, I completely emptied her bladder.

I clamped the catheter again, connected the irrigation tubing to expel air, and then released the tubing to slowly infuse the colored irrigation fluid into her bladder. I then placed one hand on her pubic area and stroked it, gradually filling her bladder. She blushed and shyly told me she needed to urinate and begged me to examine her immediately so I could release the catheter and let her urinate. The thought of her, perhaps soon to be a female television presenter, receiving fervent admiration from men, yet unable to control when or how she urinated, and having to humbly and shamelessly beg me, a young male gynecologist, filled me with a strong sense of satisfaction. Then I thought that if she were fortunate enough to be elected, she might find even a glance at me tiring; I was not going to be soft-hearted.

I continued to infuse her with the fluid at a low rate until her bladder was fully full, then clamped the irrigation tubing and gently removed the three-lumen catheter from her urethra. Next, I pinched her labia minora with both hands, spreading them as wide as possible. I ordered her to cough loudly three times while lying down, keeping my eyes fixed on her urethra to observe whether any colored fluid was expelled with her cough. Then I untied her legs and ordered her to squat naked, performing three squats on the examination bed. Because her bladder was very full, she was extremely uncomfortable. After that, I had her squat at the foot of the examination bed, legs spread wide, upper body leaning back. I lowered my head and again pinched her labia minora from behind, spreading them as wide as possible. I ordered her to cough three more times, still keeping my eyes fixed on her urethra to observe whether any colored fluid was expelled with her cough. Seeing that everything was normal, I ordered her to empty the fluid into the bedpan at the foot of the bed in this extremely lewd position. As soon as I finished speaking, a stream of colored liquid gushed from her urethra. It was a large spurt, and some of it splashed onto my fingers. After she finished, she sat weakly on the examination bed, and I told the nurse it was normal. At this point, I guessed she had completely forgotten what shame was, and was completely uninhibited. She casually asked the nurse for some tissues and began wiping her genitals as if nothing had happened.

It was precisely because of her nonchalance that my natural desire immediately diminished. For the next examination at the proctology department, I only had her assume a few symbolic examination positions to quickly get through it. After a cursory examination with the anoscope, I told the nurse it was normal. Then, I signed my name on the examination record the nurse handed me, ending the examination. The nurse immediately helped her tidy her clothes and took her to another department.

A while later, another nurse brought in a girl with dark brown hair. I looked up and naturally observed her appearance. Her looks, figure, and demeanor were comparable to the previous girl. She was dressed quite fashionably, which complemented her appearance and figure so well, giving her a unique mature beauty. Just as I was about to speak, she spoke first, saying in her sweet voice with a touch of self-satisfaction: "Hello, doctor, it's a pleasure to meet you. Please take good care of me today." I suddenly felt a strange embarrassment, but immediately smiled and replied: "Oh, okay, I certainly will. Please go inside and prepare." Then the nurse handed me her medical examination form and led her behind the screen to prepare.

At that moment, I was quite displeased: Hey, you arrogant girl, what kind of talk is that! Was it a threat? Or a bribe? I quickly flipped through the information about her attached to the medical examination form. Wow, she'd been studying abroad at her own expense since junior high, and had a master's degree. Her other achievements, such as her numerous special skills and awards, were astonishing. She was 25 years old and married. I was stunned. She was married! I keenly realized that her family background in her county must be quite impressive, and her husband, who could marry her, must be no ordinary person either. I finally understood that her words just now stemmed from her domineering confidence! I thought to myself: You little brat, I refuse to believe I can't subdue you. I'll make you completely submissive later. And I'll show you that no matter how strong you are in any other aspect, it's irrelevant to me. Today, what I'm going to do is perform a routine examination on your most mysterious, sensitive, precious, and also most vulnerable genitals. I'll ask you to assume the correct position, and after I insert instruments and fingers into your vagina, I'm sure you'll lower your proud head in shame and moan softly on the examination bed, as a form of pleading for mercy.

As I was lost in thought, I suddenly felt a white shadow flicker beside me. I was startled. Looking up, I saw a nurse next to me getting her notes. I had been so engrossed that I hadn't even noticed her coming out from behind the screen. The nurse was now in front of me, telling me everything was ready. I handed her my examination data and got up to go behind the screen. As soon as I entered, the nurse immediately unfolded the screen, blocking our way in.

The haughty girl from before was now lying naked on the gynecological examination bed. Her mature figure had a unique allure compared to the virgin. I skillfully placed a pillow under her shoulders and back, and her breasts immediately perked up. I noticed her full breasts, as white and tender as the girl before me, but hers appeared even more lustrous and moist. Her nipples retained their virginal pale pink color, untouched by marriage. Looking down from her high breasts, I could see the pubic symphysis above her vulva, supported by a tuft of moist, dark pubic hair at the base of her abdomen. Her skin was white and delicate. I then smelled a faint perfume emanating from her body, mixed with her natural fragrance. I instinctively took a few breaths, and a feeling of satisfied ecstasy rose within me. My penis, stirred by this inner turmoil, instinctively became erect.

Because nurses and examinees are paired one-on-one throughout the entire process, even for routine checkups, the hospital has explicit regulations: unless asked or requested by the physician in charge, nurses must unconditionally perform their duties according to the physician's instructions and operating procedures. They are not allowed to proactively discuss any issues with the physician, and are strictly prohibited from disclosing any relevant examination information to any third party. If the hospital verifies any violations, they will face severe disciplinary action, even dismissal. For such a high-level re-examination, the head nurse must have repeatedly emphasized these rules to her subordinates. Being selected by the head nurse is a testament to the hospital's trust in them and an honor for nurses.

Furthermore, the head nurse needs detailed information on examination techniques and testing methods for this re-examination, as she is responsible for coordinating all potentially needed instruments and equipment and arranging appropriate rooms.

Secondly, as the chief physician, I know all the details of the re-examination. Even the specialists involved in the re-examination only know information within their own department; they are also prohibited from inquiring about information from other departments. As a nurse, it is simply impossible for me to know all of this. The hospital's regulations were designed to protect the privacy of examinees and respect their rights. However, in this special re-examination, these strict constraints and restrictions ironically granted me unconventional power. Perhaps this also validates the principle of dialectics—things reach their extremes and then reverse!

Because I had absolute authority to interpret this re-examination, I wasn't worried about any controversy arising from my actions. I decided to disrupt the usual examination order and start with her feet. I first used tweezers to pick up a damp, sterile cotton ball and gently brushed it on the sole of her foot, observing her natural reaction. She reacted quickly, immediately pulling her foot in and then slowly extending it. After repeating this several times, seeing that the reflexes were normal and there was no flat foot, I told the nurse it was normal. Then I put down the tweezers and began to knead her leg skin. I kneaded very meticulously and gently, not missing an inch. Slowly, I kneaded her thigh, and I could clearly feel her thigh muscles tensing up. After I had the nurse set up the leg supports, I ordered her to put her knees on them. She awkwardly complied. The nurse immediately secured her legs firmly to the supports, and I skillfully rotated the gynecological examination table. Starting from her hips, the table opened to the sides, and I adjusted the angle to its maximum, turning on the dual spotlights directly facing her vulva. Her vulva was then completely exposed to my view under the bright light. I joined my middle and index fingers together and smoothly slid them across her labia majora, accurately placing my finger on the femoral artery on her inner thigh. Her heart was beating very fast, indicating that she was already agitated.

Next, I gently massaged her inner thighs from the groin to the knees with both hands. The skin on the inner thighs is very sensitive for women, even married women, and she seemed exceptionally sensitive. With this massage, her buttocks began to wriggle. I was secretly delighted: let's see if you still dare to be arrogant in front of me. You can't even handle this, let's see how you fare later. I rubbed her thighs together, and finally her desire rose. Her vulva slowly became wet, and her labia minora parted slightly like jade oysters. I immediately stopped rubbing and pinched the lower edge of her labia majora near her anus with both hands, kneading and turning them upwards very slowly. Her fluids flowed from her vaginal opening with the rhythm of my kneading and turning.

After a while, my hands met at her clitoris. I didn't want to let go of this girl's sexual nerve center so easily. But I didn't dare to directly rub her clitoris with my hands, so I gently separated her clitoral foreskin with one hand and used tweezers to pick up a sterile cotton ball and gently brushed her clitoris. She finally couldn't help but let out a soft moan. I ignored her and continued to disinfect her labia majora and minora, starting from her clitoris, and disinfected her three times. Of course, her lewd moans accompanied the entire disinfection process.

Then I thought I'd see what she looked like in this state. I glanced at her face and saw that her previous arrogance and confidence had vanished, replaced by lewdness and shyness. Her flushed face stared blankly at me.

Coincidentally, her eyes met mine. I was startled, but quickly explained, "I've disinfected your vulva now. We're about to do a urinary tract aspiration and a gynecological exam. Please cooperate." She nodded reluctantly. To further undermine her confidence, I deliberately told the nurse to change the pad immediately, as it was soiled with vaginal discharge. The nurse immediately replaced it with a new pad and placed it under her buttocks. Embarrassed, she turned her head to the side, not daring to look at me again. After putting on surgical gloves, I parted her labia minora and first used a special examination stick dipped in paraffin oil to open her urethra and observe her tender urethral mucosa. Then, I slowly inserted the examination stick into her urethra. Her entire vulva tensed up immediately, and I asked her to take deep breaths to relax. At this moment, I could clearly feel that her previous lewd moans were mixed with discomfort and pain, but I ignored her and continued the examination until it was complete before withdrawing the examination stick from her urethra.

Next, I opened the three-way catheterization kit, selected a three-way catheter of suitable size, coated it with paraffin oil, and gently inserted it into her urethra by hand. The intense, uncomfortable feeling during insertion caused her to moan again. I continued to insert the catheter into her bladder, and after urine flowed out, I inserted it another 5 cm into the bladder. Following the procedure, I collected a midstream urine sample for culture, and then completely emptied her bladder.

Then I joined my index and middle fingers together, and with my other hand, I parted her labia minora, parted her vaginal opening, and slowly inserted my fingers into her moist and tight vagina. Her breathing became noticeably rapid at this point. Perhaps because she had only recently gotten married and had never had a vaginal examination before, the muscles in her genitals, buttocks, and thighs suddenly tensed, pressing against my fingers as they entered her vagina. My hand immediately felt an immense pleasure from the pressure of her genital muscles, and my erection intensified! But I kept telling her, "Relax, relax!" My other hand gently massaged her pubic area.

Gradually, the tense muscles in her genitals relaxed, and my hand continued to penetrate deeper, reaching the posterior fornix below her cervix, feeling my fingers tightly enveloped by the vaginal walls. Then, with the skillful assistance of my other hand, I gently flicked the base of her cervix, cleanly and efficiently completing the examination of her uterus and adnexa.

I instinctively glanced sideways. She had completely lost the arrogance and confidence she displayed upon entering. Now, her face was flushed, her head drooping, staring at the screen, her breasts high and firm, her legs spread wide and naked, lying on the gynecological examination bed. She looked utterly helpless, like a lamb to be manipulated at my mercy!

I thought to myself: "Little brat, I've finally subdued you. As long as my hand is still inside your vagina, I am your master."

After the internal examination, I withdrew my fingers from her vagina and immediately inserted a disposable speculum. Because she had only recently married and hadn't given birth, her vaginal capacity was limited. When I mechanically propped open the speculum, she finally begged for mercy, repeatedly saying it hurt and pleading with me not to dilate it any further. At that moment, I felt incredibly smug and satisfied: I had finally made her bow her head and beg for mercy, accomplishing what other men wanted to do but couldn't, including even her current husband. The satisfaction I felt made my hands go limp. I stopped dilating and lowered my head to observe the internal structure of her vagina through the speculum. The first thing I saw was her perfectly round, pale pink, standard cervix of a woman who had never given birth, followed by the entire cervix, all the same color.

Then, I held the speculum with both hands and gently rotated it 360 degrees inside her vagina to observe the vaginal walls. Their color was very vibrant; my conclusion was that she was typically healthy and mature. After the examination, I closed the speculum and withdrew it from her vagina. Her genitals naturally contracted slightly, cooperating with me; it was clear that she felt much more relaxed as the speculum was removed.

Next, I connected the irrigation tubing to the three-lumen catheter, closed the draining tubing, and began slowly irrigating her bladder. At the same time, I inserted my fingers into her vagina again, occasionally flicking the gradually filling bladder through the vaginal wall. Initially, she didn't feel any discomfort, but as the bladder filled to a certain extent, I could clearly feel the pressure and fullness when I flicked it. She finally couldn't hold it in any longer and kept telling me she felt uncomfortable and needed to urinate. I seriously told her that this was a very important examination and asked her to cooperate. Hearing this, she had no choice but to look at me with a longing gaze, and I could clearly feel the expectation in her eyes.

At this time, the irrigation fluid was still flowing in at a low speed. Every time I flicked the bladder through the vaginal wall, she would immediately let out an extremely uncomfortable groan. I flicked it several times in succession, and she groaned in rhythm with my flicking. My heart swayed with the rhythm of her groans. After a few minutes, her bladder was in a state of moderate to high distension. I immediately turned off the irrigation tube and pulled the three-lumen catheter out of her urethra. Then I parted her labia minora, looked at the urethral opening, and had her perform the squatting cough test after lying down and squatting exercises, respectively. No abnormalities were found in either case. Finally, I had her squat at the foot of the examination bed and, in this extremely shameful state, let her urinate the irrigation fluid into the bedpan at the foot of the bed.

At this point, I couldn't tell what she was thinking. Her face was flushed a fiery red, indescribable, all her arrogance gone. When I spoke to her, I inexplicably felt her thinking had become noticeably sluggish, as if she were a completely different person compared to when she first came in. For the subsequent rectal examination, she obediently knelt on the examination bed. I performed a thorough examination using both digital rectal exam and a speculum, and everything was normal. Finally, I had her sit on the examination bed to examine the skin of her chest and back, and her full, white breasts, exuding a uniquely mature woman's charm—the sensation was indescribable! After all the examinations were completed, I signed my name on the medical record the nurse handed me. The nurse helped her tidy her clothes and led her out. I returned to the worktable behind the screen, dumbfounded, reflecting on the examination process, waiting for the next candidate.

That day, for these seven candidates, it was perhaps their first time undergoing such an open genital examination by a young male doctor, and without exception, they all displayed their shyness and unease. But for me, perhaps due to a common male tendency, the initial passion and desire I felt during the examinations of the one young woman and four girls, though conducted in the same way, gradually faded as the number of women examined increased. By the time I examined the last girl, although she was very pure, beautiful, and voluptuous, and still a virgin, she didn't arouse much desire in me. Perhaps this confirms the saying: "In a doctor's eyes, there are only organs, nothing else!"

Here, I must explain the premise of this statement, because it is precisely this premise that makes the statement complete and convincing: that is, the doctor had already used every opportunity to become tired of looking at the opposite sex's body!

Six days later, I attended the special audition for a female TV presenter. Because I had a VIP ticket, my seat was in the front row, near the center. I saw someone next to me subtly gesturing to the people on my right, whispering that they were the husbands or boyfriends of the female candidates on stage, remarking on their good fortune—a clear expression of envy and jealousy! Instinctively, I leaned over to look, and indeed, they were handsome and dashing—a perfect match!

But as I watched them, a strange, indescribable feeling welled up inside me. The candidates on stage, dressed in glamorous attire, were dancing gracefully to the music. But to me, they seemed to be dancing naked. The shyness and helplessness they displayed during their medical examinations six days ago kept replaying in my mind, and the more I thought about it, the more uninteresting it became. This was their moment to shine, while what about me? I had already finished my role six days ago!

[End of post] [This post was edited by creazing on 2018-06-02 08:06]

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