Pulled muscle and romantic encounter

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My third sister-in-law doesn't let us call her that; her name is Shaomin, but everyone calls her Xiaomin. She's a dance student, much younger than us—five years younger than my third brother and four years younger than me, only 17 this year. My roommates and I all drool over her behind her back, constantly begging my third brother and sister-in-law to introduce us to some beautiful girls at the dance academy, but unfortunately, our pleas usually end after just one meal. We don't have my third brother's thick skin or rather, his tenacious perseverance; at most, we can only drool. But, sometimes luck comes unexpectedly, and this time it happened to me… On Wednesday afternoon, my third brother suddenly received a phone call during a break between classes, and then came to me in a panic, saying that Xiaomin had strained her leg in her dance class and needed to go to the hospital. Her classmates had offered to take her, but with exams approaching, everyone was busy contacting others, and she didn't want to trouble them, so she wanted my third brother to accompany her. My third brother thought he might not be able to handle it alone, so he asked me to help. Since it involved skipping class, he figured everyone else would have reservations, but I had strong connections with the professors in the department, so he figured I could get leave. I thought, "No problem! I can even talk to a beautiful girl, that sounds great!" I immediately agreed. On the way to the dance academy, I made a quick phone call and got the leave sorted out. When I arrived at the dance academy and met Xiaomin, I learned what had happened. Apparently, she hadn't warmed up properly, and during stretching, her supporting leg suddenly gave way, causing her to strain her hip. Seeing our blank expressions, she explained it was her groin. My heart immediately raced, and my mind was filled with sinful and lewd fantasies—the groin of beautiful Xiaomin! I couldn't help but glance at Xiaomin's thighs... her groin. Xiaomin was still wearing her workout clothes, the kind that resembled a swimsuit, but the fabric was different—a red silk-like material with tassels at the hem. The waist was slit high, so the crotch area was narrow, extending upwards to her waist, exposing her entire thigh, including her groin. I glanced at her and felt Xiaomin look at me before looking away. She seemed perfectly normal, not paying any attention to me. I figured I was probably just feeling guilty. Meanwhile, Third Brother was busy and didn't notice me. He packed Xiaomin's clothes, putting her underwear in her bag and giving her her jacket and pants. The jacket was easy to put on, but the pants were more difficult because Xiaomin had pulled a muscle in her hip; any movement was painful. When she was injured, her hips were open, so she couldn't close them completely. My third brother struggled to get her dressed. At that moment, I ran outside and hailed a taxi, waiting for them at the dance academy entrance. After helping Xiaomin get ready, my third brother helped her out, and then we rushed to Peking University Third Hospital. The sports medicine department at Peking University Third Hospital is nationally renowned and is the designated examination and treatment institution for our school's dance and physical education departments, so patients receive priority. In the car, I noticed Xiaomin was still wearing a headband, which she used to tie her hair during practice. I took it off and casually put it in my pocket. When we arrived at the hospital, it was quite late in the afternoon, and all the regular specialist appointments were booked. Emergency appointments were pointless for this kind of injury. So we found a doctor and mentioned we were from X University. The senior specialist added an appointment for us, meaning that barring any unforeseen circumstances, we would be the last patients of the day. However, the doctor didn't leave us waiting. He ordered an X-ray to rule out bone injuries, otherwise, it would be too late to perform the examination. I carried the bag, and my third brother helped Xiaomin. We arrived at the X-ray examination room. By then, Xiaomin was in even more pain and could only be carried. Suddenly, my third brother's phone rang. It was the eldest in our dorm calling. Apparently, there was a make-up class that afternoon, specifically for students who had failed. Both the eldest and third brother had been caught and needed to attend. Apparently, the teacher for this class was very attentive to attendance; if you showed up for the make-up exam, you'd pass, otherwise, forget about it. My third brother had been so busy that he'd forgotten about it. The eldest had attended half the class when he suddenly realized my third brother wasn't there. Since roll call was required at the end of get out of class, he quickly called to find him. My third brother was shocked and at a loss. Xiaomin, enduring the pain, comforted him, saying, "Go back. There's no rush here. We can take our time. You can come back after class." I also tried to persuade him, saying, "I'm here for you, brother. I can just ask the fourth brother to help me." After thinking it over, my third brother decided that was the only option. He called the fourth brother, then gave me some instructions, comforted Xiaomin, and hurriedly left. At this point, it was our turn for the check-up. I helped Xiaomin into the examination room, which was dark and cool. The heavy door closed automatically as we went in, and a voice came from a small side room: "Shaomin?" We said yes, and the voice told Xiaomin to lie down on the bed. Then a middle-aged male doctor came out of the small room. I helped Xiaomin lie down on the bed, and the doctor glanced at Xiaomin's brightly decorated jeans and said, "This won't do; they're all metal pieces. Take them off!" We both knew a little about fashion and knew we had to take them off. Xiaomin, being a dancer, wasn't as sensitive as ordinary girls; except for me, my heart started racing. I hadn't managed to put on her pants earlier, but now it was my turn to take them off. After Xiaomin lay down, because of the pain, she had to lie on her back so I could help her take them off. I pretended to be calm as I unbuckled her belt—this was the first time I'd ever unbuckled a woman's belt—and then unzipped her pants. Didn't I remember reading in pornographic books that women's zippers were on the side? This was in the front, wasn't it? Then I started trying to take them off, but because Xiaomin's thighs were slightly open, they couldn't be completely closed. These tight jeans had to be closed at the buttocks to be taken off, so it took me a lot of effort to pull them down. At first, I was embarrassed and only dared to touch the pants, but then I saw the doctor getting more and more impatient, so he held Xiaomin's buttocks—that is, her buttocks—and pulled them down, pulling one side and then the other, touching them.The text appears to be a jumbled collection of phrases and sentences, seemingly from different sources. A coherent translation isn't possible without context or a clear understanding of the intended meaning. It includes fragments about: "uncensored pornographic films that can be directly uploaded; touching the back; touching the front; the most difficult part of removing tight pants; the back; Xiaomin's wide hips; the difficulty of removing tight pants; Xiaomin's pain; the difficulty of removing tight pants; and a mention of her crotch. The overall meaning is unclear without further context or clarification." Seeing that Xiaomin's pants were already off, the doctor had her lie on her back, lowered the instrument to her buttocks, and walked away. He quickly returned and asked, "What's that on this garment?" The doctor and I carefully examined the tassels at the hem of Xiaomin's exercise clothes and unanimously concluded there was metal thread inside. The doctor said, "No! It has to be taken off." But this time he didn't leave; he stood there watching us. Xiaomin blushed even more upon hearing this, her mouth trembling. I was initially planning to suggest waiting for my third brother to return, but seeing Xiaomin's expression, a surge of heat rushed to my head, and I said, "Okay then, otherwise I'll be off work." Then, without waiting for Xiaomin to say anything, I immediately started working. The garment was a one-piece, with buttons at the back, which were removed from the bottom. I had Xiaomin turn over, and surprisingly, she didn't object at all. With my help, she obediently turned over, and I unbuttoned the back and loosened the shoulder straps, allowing the top of the garment to fall down completely. I pulled down a bit, then flipped Xiaomin over and pulled her clothes down further. Sure enough, as expected, there was no bra under her top. After the clothes were pulled down from her chest, a pair of adorable little breasts popped out, white and incredibly cute! Without hesitation, I continued pulling down, grabbing Xiaomin's waist and giving her a quick tug, then ripped the clothes off her buttocks. The clothes were elastic, so they came off easily, exposing Xiaomin's private parts to me and the doctor! My new hypothesis was confirmed: Xiaomin really didn't have any hair there. No wonder we couldn't see any stray hairs even in her workout clothes! Xiaomin's private parts were clean and smooth, with a thin pink slit exactly like in the yellow picture, and because Xiaomin's thighs were open, we could see it even more clearly. The stretchy workout clothes were easily removed, and Xiaomin was now lying naked on the bed. The doctor adjusted Xiaomin a few times before returning to the operating room, taking a picture, and then came back to position Xiaomin on her side. He went back to take another picture and said, "You can get off now." The doctor then suggested, "Your clothes are so difficult to put on, and you'll have to take your pants off for the examination later, so don't wear them. I'll give you an examination gown! You can return the gown to the emergency examination room after you're done." Xiaomin was nervous about me helping her put on pants, so she readily agreed. The doctor took out a set of blue, seemingly plastic-like clothing from a cabinet. The doctor told us that this was sterilized after each use, so we shouldn't worry about hygiene. I took the gown and unfolded it; it was a sleeveless apron, the kind chefs wear. It was somewhat smooth, but didn't feel like plastic; it was thick and quite heavy. Then I noticed that the area below the waist, corresponding to the genitals, was open, with a hole about 20 centimeters square, connected to the clothing at the bottom; the sides were also open, with two snaps at the top, so that if it were opened, the genitals would be exposed. The doctor explained that this was a gown used for examinations of pregnant women, to minimize the exposure of other areas to radiation, especially the abdomen, where the fetus is located. The two of us, grown men, stood next to a beautiful young woman who was completely naked with her legs spread, discussing these issues, our expressions somewhat ambiguous. The doctor probably thought I was Xiaomin's boyfriend and didn't dare to be too lewd; and to maintain this delicate atmosphere, I pretended to be serious, as if I were taking my girlfriend to the doctor. But thinking about it afterwards, if it really were my girlfriend, lying naked in front of a male doctor, I couldn't guarantee I wouldn't feel comfortable either. I helped Xiaomin sit up against the bed, draped the examination gown over her, and once again ran my hand over Xiaomin's waist and buttocks. The only area untouched was her breasts. Because I was so nervous taking off her workout clothes, I ripped them off without carefully removing them from her breasts, and I secretly regretted it. I had originally planned to get a good feel for her while dressing her, but now she has to wear the examination gown, and judging by the style, I guess I won't have that chance for now. Just as I was about to help Xiaomin put on the clothes, she suddenly whispered to me, "Why don't you put on your bra first?" I knew Xiaomin would be embarrassed if she went out naked in the examination gown, so I opened her gym bag. I had placed her gym bag on a table near the door when I came in. Next to the table was a trash can labeled "Medical Waste Only," and it seemed to contain some discarded cotton wool or something similar. While rummaging through Xiaomin's underwear, an idea suddenly struck me. I pretended to accidentally knock over her bag, causing the underwear I had placed on top to fall into the trash can. When I reached for it, I wiped the underwear on a cotton swab, getting some bloodstains on it, and showed it to Xiaomin, apologizing profusely and saying it was probably unwearable. Xiaomin glanced at it, a little angry but helpless. I then took out Xiaomin's bra from the bag and went to her to put it on her. I had originally intended to take advantage of the situation, but there wasn't much of an opportunity, as I only fastened it from the front. Actually, Xiaomin could wear a bra herself, since her arms were fine, but when I helped her down, I used some tricks to make her lean against the bed, requiring her to hold onto the equipment and the bed with her hands, otherwise her legs would bear the weight. So, Xiaomin's hands were thus secured. Then, an unexpected incident occurred. The examination room door suddenly opened, and a male doctor entered with several people, shouting, "There's a car accident victim here. The equipment in the emergency room can't handle it, so we'll do it here." Several people followed, pushing a portable gurney. Everyone froze. This included me, Xiaomin, the male doctor inside, the three people pushing the gurney, the blood-soaked injured person on the gurney, and the people outside the door. Because, except for Xiaomin, everyone's eyes were fixed on the naked Xiaomin—no, half-naked, because she was wearing a bra. However, generally speaking, a girl's nudity mainly refers to her genitals. Even if she's fully dressed, if her buttocks or genitals are exposed, it can be considered nudity. I reacted quickly, grabbing the examination gown and pulling it onto Xiaomin. Then, angrily, I said, "Why did you suddenly come in?" The wounded and those who brought them all looked at the male doctor in charge, who said慌张地, "I'm so sorry! I'm so sorry!" Then he waved them out, and the door closed again. To my surprise, the examining doctor also went out! But as he left, he said, "Hurry up, the patient is waiting!" I breathed a sigh of relief and stole a glance at Xiaomin. I noticed that she was looking away, her face flushed crimson. I suddenly realized that I had pressed the gown onto Xiaomin's body, one hand around her shoulder and pressing against one side of the gown, the other covering her chest; Xiaomin was leaning against the edge of the bed, her hands supporting her back on the bed. I said awkwardly, "These people are really inappropriate!" Xiaomin murmured, "Yeah! I encountered something like that when I was little, swimming. A plumber suddenly walked into the shower room, and I was terrified." We both laughed awkwardly. I didn't know what to say, so I casually asked, "And then?" Xiaomin's face suddenly turned even redder, her mouth opened, but she didn't say anything. Seeing this, I didn't press her for details, but I was very curious. I helped Xiaomin put on her clothes, and then had her turn to the side to tie the back straps for her. At this moment, I realized that this garment was indeed like an apron; the back wasn't closed, but rather open. But for Xiaomin now, an open back meant an open bottom. What to do? No wonder the doctor recommended this garment to us; now he's running out like a thief. Just then, we heard shouts outside the door, "Hurry up, hurry up," along with a dialect-accented "Someone's going to die!" Xiaomin was getting restless and didn't notice what was happening behind her. I steeled myself and gritted my teeth: "What's there to be afraid of?! If Third Brother comes looking for me, I'll just say I wasn't looking!" But when I went to get my bag, I still kept it a secret. I took a piece of clothing out of Xiaomin's bag. It turned out to be a yellow short trench coat. Although it was called a trench coat, it was actually more like a summer coat because the fabric was thin and breathable. The hem of the coat was about 10 centimeters above the knee, similar to a short skirt, and should have covered Xiaomin's exposed bottom. When I draped it over Xiaomin's shoulders, she was stunned for a moment. I couldn't explain that her back was already extremely exposed, so I just mumbled, "It's cool outside, it'll be better with this on." This was a completely flimsy lie, because...When we came in, the examination room was noticeably colder. But we were all in a hurry to leave, and Xiaomin didn't have time to think about what I said. Since I had already draped it over her shoulders, she didn't say anything more. Then I slung my bag over my shoulder, supported Xiaomin, and pushed open the door and went out. The people outside were looking at Xiaomin with expectant eyes. Seeing the naked angel earlier was too sudden, and they didn't really have any memorable impressions. Now, their eyes were brazenly scanning Xiaomin's charming face and proud figure. Unfortunately, her clothes—an apron in the front and a trench coat in the back—covered her figure up completely, so they could only satisfy themselves by looking and relying on their imagination and memories. When we passed the examining doctor and the male doctor, I saw obvious disappointment on their faces. I knew they must have communicated beforehand and were definitely hoping for Xiaomin's bare back and exposed buttocks, but my plan had disappointed them. I helped Xiaomin to the sports medicine specialist clinic on the third floor (the regular clinic is on the second floor). We had taken the elevator up, but when we got there, one of the elevators was out of power, and a sign outside one door said "Under Maintenance, Thank You." This meant I had to carry Xiaomin up to the third floor, and she immediately looked distressed. I cursed, "This lousy hospital! They put internal medicine on the first floor, but patients with mobility issues have to go up to the third floor! Isn't that ridiculous?" But despite my rant, the problem still needed to be solved. Reaching the stairwell, we looked at the seemingly insignificant steps and were speechless. After some consideration, the only solution was to carry Xiaomin up. Supporting her made it difficult to exert force, and carrying her on my back made it impossible to put my hands on her. It wasn't that I was worried about her buttocks being too sensitive to support, but her injured hip couldn't close completely, nor could it open fully, and I couldn't put my hands on her buttocks because it would hurt too much. So I slung my bag across my back and picked up Xiaomin at an angle. I supported her back first, tilting her slightly before supporting her bottom. As the coat tilted, it naturally billowed off my body, allowing my hands to unobstructedly support Xiaomin's bare bottom. Although the coat had fallen, the examination gown had also drooped down, obscuring Xiaomin's beautiful bare bottom and my hands. I started carrying Xiaomin upstairs like this. Although Xiaomin was very slender, she was quite tall, and as a dancer, she had a lot of muscle and a relatively large weight, so no one could tell that she actually weighed around 110 pounds. If it were my 180-pound brother, it would be no problem, but for me, who only weighs 130 pounds, carrying Xiaomin was quite strenuous. Therefore, after only a few steps, I felt the person in my arms swaying and sliding down, so I had to constantly shift my center of gravity, lifting her up again and again. My hands naturally wandered over her bottom, but only on her buttocks, without any strength to move between her thighs. But when we got to the second floor, I found a relatively stable way to hold her. I supported Xiaomin's left buttock, the side furthest from mine, and placed my thumb between her legs, pressing it against her left thigh. The inside and pad of my thumb were against her genitals. This position was relatively stable, and I could apply more pressure. Xiaomin stopped swaying. With each step, I would rub my fingers against Xiaomin's genitals, feeling the warmth and moisture of the beautiful girl's private parts. Moist? Why is it a little damp? Is Xiaomin sweating? Or...? My heart started pounding! Could this be the "arousal" described in erotic books? I glanced at Xiaomin, but she just kept her head down, looking to one side, expressionless. Apart from a slight blush on her face, I couldn't tell anything was wrong. In this situation, I couldn't make conversation, so I continued on in silence. It felt like ages before we reached the third floor, but actually it wasn't that long. It's just that not everyone experiences this kind of mental journey—carrying your naked brother's girlfriend upstairs, your hand still on her genitals! When we got to the specialist clinic entrance, only two of us were still waiting. This place was like a crossroads; one side was the stairwell, another led to the restrooms, specialist consultation rooms, and physiotherapy rooms, yet another led to other departments. The third side was a short, dead-end alley, seemingly leading to the adjacent ward building, but separated by a wall. I put Xiaomin on a chair at the end of the dead-end alley so her legs wouldn't get in anyone's way even if they stretched out. When I put her down, I carefully placed the hem of her trench coat under the chair so her delicate bottom wouldn't sit directly on the dirty chair, but this meant Xiaomin still didn't realize her back was exposed. We waited in silence for a long time. Then suddenly, Lao Si arrived, carrying a bag. Lao Si was currently minoring in film photography and spent his days taking pictures of beautiful girls at school. The fourth brother said he'd been looking for us for ages. He'd gone to the orthopedics department first, but something was wrong. He'd gone to the X-ray room, but still nothing. Finally, he found us here, and then he gave Xiaomin a good talking-to. The fourth brother is a big mouth; he never stops talking. His constant chatter actually eased the awkwardness between Xiaomin and me. Finally, it was our turn. I went to the restroom, and when I came out, I saw the fourth brother supporting Xiaomin as they walked towards the examination room. The fourth brother loudly told me it was Xiaomin's turn, and he took the bag he was carrying, putting his own bag inside Xiaomin's. Xiaomin's bag was a long sports bag, the kind that could hold a tennis racket, but it didn't have much inside. So, since I hadn't been there, it was inconvenient for the fourth brother to carry two bags, so he put his bag inside Xiaomin's. At this point, I saw that the corridor on the examination room side was empty, and the dead end was also empty; only a few people were still waiting on the other departments side. I took the bag and suddenly realized that Xiaomin wasn't wearing her coat. I looked up sharply at Lao Si and Xiaomin, who had already walked past, and saw Xiaomin's naked back, only wearing an examination coat. Because Lao Si was relatively short, only 1.6 meters tall, it was quite difficult for him to support the 1.7-meter-tall Xiaomin. He couldn't half-carry her like I could; instead, he was fully supporting one of Xiaomin's arms, so he didn't seem to realize that Xiaomin's back was exposed. I subconsciously followed, my eyes following Xiaomin's swaying, bare buttocks—dancing girls always sway their buttocks when they walk, even when they're being supported. At that moment, I heard footsteps coming upstairs behind me, followed by panting. I turned around and saw a man in a white coat, about our age, running up. He stopped abruptly when he reached me, staring incredulously at Xiaomin's back, but Xiaomin had already reached the door of the examination room and turned left into it. The man seemed incredulous, looking around before glancing at me. I gave him a knowing smile, a few words barely escaping my lips: "Nonsense." The man's eyes widened, then he immediately understood, laughing as he asked, "That guy?" I said, "Yes, my classmate." We stopped talking and went into the examination room together. Inside, I saw Xiaomin sitting on the examination bed against the wall, the doctor writing something at the table, and Lao Si standing next to the doctor. The doctor, seeing the man who had come in with me, said, "Xiao Zhao, let me see the test results." The man handed over the results, which the doctor glanced at, saying there were no serious injuries and that we could proceed as before. Then he stood up and said to us, "You two, get out." Lao Si turned and left without a word. The man and I were greatly disappointed, but there was nothing we could do, so we left, and then we heard the door close. After the fourth brother came out, he said to me, "Seventh brother, you keep an eye on things here. I need to go to the bathroom, it's a big one. Damn it! I got dragged here halfway to the toilet, I didn't have time to go." He then hurriedly went to the bathroom. Just then, the door suddenly opened, and the doctor said, "Who's going to get the results? Hurry up!" I turned and ran. The man was still hesitating there. I casually pointed to the small window on the door and walked away, secretly laughing to myself. Without Xiaomin as a burden, going down three floors to get the results and then back up three floors was a piece of cake. I was back in less than five minutes. When I got back, I found no one at the door. I wondered where that guy had gone. But I didn't have time to look for him. I took a deep breath at the door and pretended to be in a hurry, then pushed the door open and went in. Sure enough, Xiaomin was lying naked on the bed again. I knew that this doctor, who looked to be no more than forty years old, would definitely not be satisfied with just lifting the hem of his examination gown. Moreover, Xiaomin's thighs were spread even wider, now her legs were spread open like an "M" on the bed, and the doctor's palm was pressed against Xiaomin's genitals—yes, her genitals, a little distance from her hip bone. I suddenly barged in, startling the doctor, who immediately removed his hand from Xiaomin's genitals, his fingers trailing a thin strand of saliva. I pretended to be out of breath and handed him the results. The doctor looked at them casually, forgetting to kick me out. I glanced at Xiaomin and noticed that her eyes were closed and her face was flushed. After examining her, the doctor said, "It looks like there's nothing wrong with her bones." Then he began pressing on Xiaomin's groin and outer thighs, comparing her reactions from side to side. After a while, the doctor said, "It's basically confirmed to be a hamstring strain. It shouldn't be a serious problem, but it's best to do physiotherapy, which involves using some kind of instrument for irradiation. It will take about two courses of treatment, about four weeks, one hour each day, in the physiotherapy room inside the treatment room.""Afterwards, you'll need to use a medicated ointment, developed and manufactured by Peking University Third Hospital. It needs to be applied twice a day, to the inner thighs and upper groin, once in the morning and once in the evening. Each time, apply it evenly and then massage it for 20 to 30 minutes, ideally until it's red and warm." Then, the doctor quickly wrote down the diagnosis, wrote a prescription, and that was it. Next, the doctor asked if we knew how to apply it. If not, he could demonstrate, but Xiaomin politely declined. I secretly despised this doctor; what was there to know about applying this medicine? I had sprained my ankle playing soccer before, and Peking University Third Hospital prescribed the same medicine. It has a strong minty smell, feels cool when applied, and warms up after a while. It's quite effective and very cheap. Next, I had to help Xiaomin put on her clothes, but she couldn't in her current position. With the doctor's help, I slowly straightened and straightened her legs. The doctor's methods were indeed different; her legs, which had been difficult to close, were finally together. Xiaomin remained silent throughout this process. I put the examination gown back on Xiaomin, gently helped her out of the examination room, and chatted with her casually while Lao Si finished using the restroom. A little while later, the man from before came out of the next room, his eyes darting around furtively. He winked at me and subtly gestured with his phone. It dawned on me – this guy was quite clever. Apparently, there was a door between the two rooms with a small window, and since no one was in the next room, he naturally had a key to that room, making it easier for him to spy. He had seen everything. Not only that, he might have even taken photos or recorded videos. Soon, there would be videos or pornographic images online with titles like "Hospital Adventure." A few minutes later, Lao Si came out. I sent him to get the medication, and I carried Xiaomin back to the emergency room to return the examination gown. The emergency examination room was just a short walk away on the first floor. As we went downstairs, Xiaomin complained, "It would have been better if I had just put on my clothes! Now, at the emergency room, we have to take off our gowns and put them back on—it's so troublesome!" I said, "Yeah, yeah! But it's too late to say that now." When we got to the emergency room, I noticed the conditions were noticeably more basic. The room was larger than the other one, with several examination beds and an operating room on one side, one entire wall of which was a large window. The examination room was very dark, while the operating room was brightly lit. There were several doctors inside, all men, around twenty years old. I overheard them saying that the lights in the examination room seemed to be malfunctioning, and they were only able to get light from the operating room, so they had turned on the lights in the operating room. I told them I was there to return my gown, and they said, "Then don't stand here. Don't delay other people's examinations. Come inside!" Then they called for the people outside to come in for their examinations. Immediately, about ten people rushed in, all dressed in security guard uniforms or the kind of suits used by property management staff. Half of them were ushered out by the doctors, and a few others were frantically trying to get rid of one of the people in the security guard uniform. I helped Xiaomin to the control room and leaned her against a table. Looking through the large glass window at the examination room outside, it was very dark, and I couldn't see anything clearly. I started to undress Xiaomin, quickly stripping her naked and leaning her against the window. Then I started to put a trench coat on her. Since her underwear was gone, and her jeans were obviously unwearable, she only had the trench coat. If the buttons were fastened, it wouldn't be noticeable. Because Xiaomin was wearing a bra, although her lower body was actually completely naked, no one could tell unless they squatted down to look, as Xiaomin's trench coat wasn't transparent. Then we returned the examination gowns and left, leaving behind a group of drooling men. It was about 5:30 when we got outside. We called Third Brother; he hadn't finished class yet. He whispered a few words to Xiaomin, who answered softly, seemingly a little unwilling, but in the end, she seemed to be persuaded. After hanging up the phone, Xiaomin said that her third brother thought it would be best to have the doctor teach her how to use the medication for the first time, and it would be even better to have the doctor demonstrate it. Then she said that her third brother's teacher had finally agreed to let her third brother and the eldest brother treat them to a meal, which was a rare opportunity that they had to seize, so he probably wouldn't be back before 10 o'clock, and asked me to take her to the doctor and take her back to the dormitory. I didn't object, but her fourth brother said he had to leave first, as a fellow villager had introduced him to a girlfriend, and he had to go on a date. We let him go, and I secretly laughed at him for missing such a good opportunity. I helped Xiaomin back to the third floor again and found that the examination room was empty, but there seemed to be someone in the next room. I put Xiaomin on a chair and went to the next room. It turned out to be the man, the one called Xiao Zhao, who was staring at his phone, lost in thought. When he saw me, I gestured with my eyes and said in an exaggerated manner, "Doctor, hello! It's like this..." I said loudly as I walked in. I said loudly, "We just saw the old doctor next door. He said he'd demonstrate how to apply the medicine, but when we came back, she wasn't there anymore. Could you please teach us?" Then I quickly whispered, "Her boyfriend left and entrusted her to me, specifically instructing me to apply the medicine properly. See?" He understood and loudly replied, essentially saying, "Helping is the right thing to do; doctors have a compassionate heart." I casually asked, "What do you do?" He smiled mysteriously, "A caregiver," adding, "Just started." Oh, I see. Hospitals now employ caregivers, usually uneducated migrant workers. This guy looked shifty-eyed, and he certainly looked like that. He pressed further, "How do you apply the medicine?" I said, "Just apply it to all the painful areas and massage it in for an hour!" I easily doubled the doctor's advice. Then I went out to meet Xiaomin, who was waiting inside. Xiaomin, unsuspecting, let me help her into the room. Although this guy had just seen Xiaomin's naked body, Xiaomin was unaware of it. The old doctor called him Xiao Zhao, and he was also wearing blue clothes (some doctors wear blue too), so Xiaomin didn't realize he was just a temporary worker. Without his blue uniform, he was no different from the migrant workers on the street. Xiaomin grew up in the city and had a natural sense of superiority over migrant workers. If she knew she would fall into the hands of someone like this, what would she think? After going inside, I deliberately said, "I'm her boyfriend's friend. Her boyfriend asked the doctor to apply the medicine properly and demonstrate for me. Right, Xiaomin?" This sentence was full of traps; Xiaomin had no way to answer and could only say yes. My intentions were threefold: First, the guy assumed Lao Si was Xiaomin's boyfriend, and this sentence didn't explicitly state who Xiaomin's boyfriend was. Since Lao Si had been there, he assumed Xiaomin's "boyfriend" approved of the situation, thus reassuring the guy. Second, it was a fact that San Ge asked the doctor to apply the medicine; Xiaomin couldn't object, as she had personally relayed this. Third, the old doctor's original words were "demonstrate," but I wasn't originally mentioned. When Xiaomin mentioned it to me, it meant she should demonstrate for herself. However, I asked two questions together, and she didn't realize it, so she assumed I was the one being demonstrated to, which further convinced the man. I then put Xiaomin on the bed next to me. The bed was very dirty, probably hadn't been used in a long time. In fact, the whole room wasn't very clean; it probably wasn't a frequently used room. This guy must have come back to relive the thrill of voyeurism and look at his own pornographic pictures, but the room's layout and arrangement were exactly the same as the one next door. However, because the room wasn't lit, and it was already quite dark outside, the nearsighted Xiaomin didn't notice. She thought it was a regular consultation room, and Xiao Zhao was the doctor in this room! After Xiaomin lay down on the bed, I handed the medicine to Xiao Zhao. Xiao Zhao took out the medicine, glanced at the instructions, saw the words "massage," and was secretly pleased. Then he asked Xiaomin to take off her clothes. Xiaomin was still awake, looking uneasy at the open door. I walked to the door and casually closed it, the door slamming shut with a "click." Xiaomin seemed relieved and reached down to undo the belt of her trench coat. Although a few buttons were still fastened at the chest, the hem had slipped open, revealing her bare private parts. Perhaps Xiaomin was a little tired today, as she didn't seem to feel anything. Instead, she continued to unbutton her coat and open it further, exposing her upper body. Then she lay down naturally, waiting for the ointment to be applied. Xiao Zhao was shocked by the scene before him, somewhat at a loss. His unruly penis was also starting to stir. I nudged him, and he finally reacted, opening the ointment and asking Xiaomin where it hurt. I pointed out the main areas for her. Xiao Zhao, his hands trembling, began applying the medicine to Xiao Min. At first, he was very obedient, focusing mainly on her thighs. After a while, Xiao Min couldn't hold back any longer and said, "Doctor, it doesn't hurt that much there, apply a little more, a little more inside." Xiao Zhao was naturally delighted with this imperial decree, and his hands finally began applying the medicine to the crucial areas. Soon, the medicine was applied to her groin, groin, one side of her vulva, and a small area on her back. Then came the rubbing. At this point, Xiao Zhao thought of me and began speaking to me in a teaching tone, even instructing me to start rubbing Xiao Min's private parts as well. As I mentioned before...The medicine felt cool when first applied, but quickly warmed up, like being stung. Our four hands roamed over the naked girl's private parts, rubbing and getting hotter. Xiaomin's private parts and groin began to sweat; at the same time, the room seemed to get warmer too. It turned out that with the door closed, the room had no ventilation, so it was becoming stuffy. It was getting late, and before we knew it, we'd been at it for about half an hour. Xiaomin's thighs, private parts, and buttocks (we even made her turn over and took off her coat) were all red, and she was only wearing a bra. The room was getting increasingly dark; even my famously good night vision was blurry. Xiao Zhao said the light was broken and he'd go get a floor lamp. He went out and returned a minute or two with a floor lamp. We plugged it in, pointed it at Xiaomin, and turned it on. Bright light shone on Xiaomin's face. Even nearsighted people are sensitive to light, and she unconsciously closed her eyes, asking, "Could we move a little further away?" Xiao Zhao was about to move, but I, standing in the shadows, quickly waved him away. Then I pulled a headband belonging to Xiaomin from my pocket and said to her, "Wear this to cover your eyes, and you'll be fine." Xiaomin was already embarrassed by being touched by two men, so, like an ostrich burying its head in the sand, she didn't object. I wrapped the headband around Xiaomin's eyes. As soon as her eyes were covered, we both seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, exchanged a glance, and smiled lewdly. Then Xiao Zhao continued the massage, while I stepped aside. Xiao Zhao looked puzzled. I took out Lao Si's camera equipment from my bag, and he immediately understood. I set up the tripod, positioned the camera, pointed the lens at Xiaomin, and then returned to her side to massage her as well. I remembered the doctor's method of relaxing and changing Xiaomin's position, and I began to repeatedly massage and shift her position. Soon, Xiaomin's legs were in the same position as before, wide open in an "M" shape. Because her thighs were spread too wide, her labia were also slightly open, and it looked like there was some moisture inside Xiaomin's vagina, and her clitoris was a little red. However, being inexperienced, I couldn't judge the extent of the problem and could only infer it based on my experience watching porn. Then Xiao Zhao and I took turns massaging and filming, changing many different angles. The hand movements became more and more frequent. I had been stroking Xiaomin's clitoris with my fingers many times, while Xiao Zhao's fingers often brushed between her labia. Throughout the process, Xiaomin and I chatted idly, mostly about her and her third brother, and about her classmates. Then we talked about the differences between men and women. I said I envied women, that men weren't as comfortable as women, to which Xiaomin disagreed. We both gave some examples, and finally, Xiaomin mentioned that she had menstrual cramps, and every time the pain came, she felt like she could faint, while men didn't have this problem. At this moment, Xiao Zhao suddenly interjected, "Menstrual cramps are no small matter; if they get severe, they might affect your ability to have children." He then mentioned knowing a gynecologist who was on duty in the gynecological emergency room that night, and suggested we go see her after our check-up. I said, "If possible, you could have her come here! Ideally, without the registration fee." Then I winked at Xiao Zhao. Xiao Zhao didn't understand what I meant, so I led him outside and said, "We could have that doctor come up for a check-up, and while we're at it, we could..." Xiao Zhao said that the doctor was a woman, from his hometown, and she was the one who introduced him to this hospital as a caregiver. He absolutely couldn't let her know we were doing something inappropriate here. I gave him a disdainful look and said, "Don't you have one or two friends here? A casual check-up is fine; it doesn't necessarily have to be cured! Just make it better." Then I gave him a lewd laugh, and Xiao Zhao immediately understood. We had already decided on our plan. He called two fellow villagers who worked as laborers on a nearby construction site. They both loved reading pornography, and he had shared the pornographic books he found online with them. Therefore, they were very familiar with topics like humiliating girlfriends, exposing wives, and hospital humiliation. Then we went back. I spoke in a flattering tone, and he spoke in a reluctant tone, saying he wouldn't have helped us if it weren't for our poverty. Less than ten minutes later, Xiao Zhao's two fellow villagers arrived. They didn't disappoint me. One was a lame man, less than 1.5 meters tall, named Lao Jiao, with a wrinkled face, looking to be in his forties. The other was a tall, dark-skinned, over 1.8 meters tall man named Hei Zi. To be honest, he didn't quite look like a doctor, but Xiao Min was still blindfolded, so we weren't worried about being exposed. I only asked the two laborers to wash their hands to avoid actually infecting Xiao Min's private parts. Throughout the process, we pretended to have a normal conversation. I said, "Welcome, doctor," and the doctor responded with "humphs and haws." I even had Xiao Min greet them in a flattering tone. Because we hadn't completely removed Xiaomin's trench coat, her hands were still bound, and she didn't seem inclined to remove the blindfold. So, for Xiaomin, who couldn't see anything, the scene she perceived was simply that I had asked Dr. Zhao to bring two gynecologists to examine her. Through the camera lens, I saw this cramped room: four lecherous men standing around a narrow bed, all staring at a naked girl wearing nothing but a bra; her legs were spread, her arms bound by the trench coat beneath her, and she wore a blindfold—what a lewd sight! Xiao Zhao announced that the medicine was applied and that the gynecological examination would begin. Old Jiao looked pathetic, but he was quite shrewd. Based on our account and the few minutes of observation, he already knew how to play this game. He said, "We need to do some in-depth examinations." Then his rough, dark hands reached directly towards Xiaomin's private parts, his fingers attempting to probe inside. Xiaomin groaned, and the old man immediately said, "Oh? Are you a virgin?" Xiaomin nodded shyly, and our group was overjoyed—we'd found a treasure! Then the old man said, "It's difficult to examine like this; we can only examine from the outside first." He then immediately began massaging Xiaomin's abdomen, spouting some dubious nonsense as he did so. Xiao Zhao secretly told me that this old Jiao was a part-time veterinarian back in his hometown—so that explained it! Old Jiao also told Xiaomin, "Your menstrual cramps are also related to breast development." Then he made me open my bra. Xiao Zhao and I had long disliked it, and finally, we could legitimately take it off. But Old Jiao had Hei Zi examine her breasts, so we could only secretly drool and wait for our chance. We saw Hei Zi's large, dark hands caressing Xiaomin's delicate little breasts—they weren't very big; the breasts for dancing couldn't be too large. Below, Old Jiao caressed Xiaomin's smooth mons pubis with one hand and her labia minora with the other. Under this four-pronged attack, Xiaomin finally became aroused, letting out soft moans, and her lower body began to flow more fluid. Xiao Zhao and I gradually spread Xiaomin's legs wider; after all, she was a dancer, and she could easily do the splits. I gestured to them that I wanted to go first, and they both agreed. Then Lao Jiao said, "Okay, now we need to examine the inside of her vagina; we'll need an instrument." He then had me stand between Xiaomin's legs. I quickly pulled down my pants, and my penis, which had been waiting all afternoon, sprang out, standing tall before Xiaomin's private parts. Then I held my penis and began to slowly insert it into Xiaomin's vagina... Xiaomin had already been aroused several times today, and her vaginal fluids had already flowed quite a bit, but Xiao Zhao and I didn't know that, while Lao Jiao, being an experienced man, naturally knew the extent. Xiaomin's current position made her vaginal opening even wider, so although this was Xiaomin's first time experiencing intercourse, my penis entered relatively smoothly at first. The scene unfolded exactly as described in the pornographic book. First, the warm, moist vaginal walls enveloped the head of my penis, deepening the grip until it was fully inside, and my vaginal muscles opened up. But just as I was about to start thrusting, Xiaomin's vagina suddenly tightened, causing me a sharp pain. A virgin's vagina was truly extraordinary! It gripped so tightly that I almost ejaculated! Xiaomin moaned softly in pain, asking the doctor to slow down, saying, "Doctor... doctor, it hurts a bit... be gentle, that thing is a bit big..." This only fueled our desire. Hei Zi's hands began to knead Xiaomin's breasts even faster, while I continued to penetrate deeper. Now the head of my penis felt resistance, but at this point, I was no longer cautious. My sexual urges made me even more aggressive. I gritted my teeth and thrust my entire penis in at once, my legs colliding with Xiaomin's. Although Xiaomin's legs were already open to their limit, it was impossible not to be touched when the entire penis was inside during intercourse. With a scream from Xiaomin, I began thrusting. After the scream, Xiaomin didn't react as we feared; she didn't struggle, but instead slowly responded to my piston-like movements, even letting out moans. I thrust in and out less than a few dozen times before surrendering, ejaculating for the first time where my semen should have gone, not into the toilet. Then I pulled out and went to the side to act as the cameraman. Xiao Zhao was defeated in less than a minute, while Lao Jiao, though still vigorous, fought for about four minutes before ejaculating. But when it was Hei Zi's turn, problems arose. It turned out that Hei Zi struggled a lot to penetrate, and even after penetration, he didn't ejaculate for a full half hour.During that time, Xiaomin's orgasms came and went, and Heizi finally didn't ejaculate; his penis was still fully withdrawn—I had pulled it out because I was going to go again. This time I performed a little better, lasting six minutes, during which Xiaomin orgasmed once. Then it was Xiao Zhao's turn, and he withdrew again after a minute. Lao Jiao finally stopped, continuing to massage Xiaomin's breasts from the front. Heizi thrust in again, and after about ten minutes, Xiaomin fainted after a long, low moan; this was already her umpteenth orgasm. Heizi then finally released his hot semen, and as he pulled his penis out, the semen and vaginal fluid from all of them dripped from Xiaomin's vagina. After we four finished, we were all exhausted, sitting or leaning back. Xiaomin was still lying naked on the bed; somehow, her hands were free, but she didn't try to take off her hairband. I glanced at my watch and suddenly realized it was almost 9 o'clock. I immediately said, "We have to go back." Then the four of us started cleaning up the mess, gently dressing Xiaomin, straightening her legs, and then sending Lao Jiao and Hei Zi away. After everything was cleaned up, I gently shook Xiaomin awake. Once she was awake, I said to her, "The checkup is done. The doctor said it's not a big problem. I can come back for the medicine tomorrow. Shall we go back now?" Xiaomin looked at me blankly and nodded obediently. I helped Xiaomin out of the examination room and outside. Xiaomin was still only wearing a trench coat, but this time she was completely naked underneath, not even a bra. Lao Jiao took it as a souvenir; Hei Zi took her underwear; Xiao Zhao wanted the videotape, but I refused and gave her Xiaomin's socks instead. I helped Xiaomin hail a taxi back to school. Xiaomin remained blank the whole way, occasionally glancing at me, but didn't say much. When I escorted Xiaomin to her dorm, she suddenly asked me, "I might have been a little out of line during the checkup. Don't tell Jiali, or he'll think I'm lewd. I never imagined I'd act like that; it's just a checkup, how could I have such feelings!" I was stunned. I didn't know if Xiaomin was deceiving herself, or if she really was just a silly girl. [The End]

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