The doctor's confession

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Usually, confessions like this begin with a self-introduction, but I have to introduce someone else first—it's because of this person that I thought of writing this article. Those who have read "The Fragrance of Red Apricots: The Eunuch's Wife" might remember a man named Wei An who claimed to be a close confidant of the Party Secretary—that's the person I'm talking about.
He changed his alias to "The Flower-Loving Gentleman," thinking I wouldn't recognize him?
Originally, his exposing the dark side of officialdom was a good thing for society and the people, and I enjoyed reading it. But when I saw his writing outline in the preface, one of the pieces was about me, and I was furious! So what if I seduced his girlfriend's sister-in-law? Why vilify me like that?
Actually, although we weren't close, we admired each other. He's a figure who's half in officialdom and half in business, highly regarded by the deputy secretary of the municipal Party committee, and runs his business with ease, yet he's low-key, steady, and most admirable is his ability to remain untainted by corruption and not abuse his power.
One time, we drank until late at night. We started by talking about corruption in politics, but then the conversation turned to women. His tastes and views on women were remarkably similar to mine! The only difference was his somewhat disdainful attitude towards my methods of dealing with women, but I wasn't angry. I even jokingly called him and me "one righteous, one wicked in the world of sex." If it weren't for his girlfriend's sister-in-law, I think we would have become close friends—but God knows, I really didn't know that the lovely young woman was Xiaoxue's (Wei An's girlfriend) sister-in-law!
I'll leave the details for you to discover, but anyway, after he sternly warned me "Don't touch my sister-in-law again," we broke off our friendship.
Now, before he writes that article about how I seduced respectable women, I've decided to preemptively expose myself and steal his thunder!
My name is Xu Bowen, and I'm 45 years old. Born into a family of traditional Chinese medicine practitioners, my great-grandfather was a renowned doctor during the Qing Dynasty, famous for his acupuncture and massage skills in the Jiangnan region. These skills were passed down from my grandfather and father to me, making me a somewhat well-known "young TCM doctor" in the city (I'm 45 years old, still considered young? Well, that's what the medical community calls me!).
My mother studied Western medicine and was the former vice president of the hospital where I currently work. After retiring, she and my father opened a small clinic. With her expertise in gynecology and my father's superb acupuncture and massage skills, the clinic, though small, became very famous.
Five years ago, both my parents passed away, leaving the clinic to me. Before their deaths, they instructed me to carry on their medical ethics and skills.
I'm not particularly ambitious; I couldn't get into a good medical university before, and only managed to get into a TCM university through my parents' connections. Later, it was only because of my parents' reputation that I got a job as a doctor at my current hospital. Many of my colleagues from the same cohort are now chief physicians or attending physicians, while I'm still just coasting along. At one point, the hospital even considered closing down the Traditional Chinese Medicine department, but it was only thanks to the blessings of my parents and the appeals of senior medical professionals to "protect national treasures and promote Traditional Chinese Medicine" that I managed to keep my job. Therefore, it's a bit of a stretch for my parents to expect me to "carry forward" their medical skills.
However, I do have some talent for the family's acupuncture and massage techniques. While I'm not a "one-size-fits-all" doctor, I've cured quite a few difficult cases, and the clinic's reputation hasn't diminished at all since my parents were alive—in that respect, I haven't disappointed them, haha.
As for what they call "medical ethics"... well, that depends on... In what way? When it comes to treating and saving lives, I'm not bragging, but I'm truly impeccable. My fees for acupuncture, massage, and prescriptions are always lower than other clinics and pharmacies; I've never overcharged patients by a single penny. The newspapers even reported on how I cured two laid-off workers of hemiplegia for free!
However, I have a flaw (actually, it should be considered a virtue, hehe)—I'm a womanizer! Women who come to see me, once I've set my sights on them, rarely escape my "clutches." Especially married women; in the four years since I took over the clinic, I've slept with over 20 of them, and countless others have only had physical intimacy, but it's always been consensual, without any coercion—whether this counts as "moral depravity" or not, please enlighten me, my parents in heaven!
Speaking of my womanizing, I need to elaborate on that. Now, let's talk about male doctors, and please don't think I'm being long-winded!
It's in a man's nature to be lustful, and male doctors have the convenient means to act on their desires, so why not? Unless you're one of three types: the foolish, homosexuals (purely heterosexual), or those who have lost their sexual ability. As far as I know, at least 95% of the male doctors I know have sexually harassed female patients. Of course, there are differences in degree, and I roughly divide them into three categories.
The first category is the more orthodox type, the so-called "upright and ethical" male doctors. They usually have a gentlemanly face, are meticulous in their work, have a strong sense of career, and are focused on medical research or promotion. But don't forget, they are also men. Imagine, when a beautiful woman undresses... Lying on the examination bed, her clothes shy and helpless, allowing him to manipulate her, how could she not feel lust?
Of course, these men are very rational, often prioritizing their careers over their sexual desires. If they truly couldn't resist the temptation, at most they would only "quench their thirst" by touching beautiful women, indulging in some physical pleasure—and even then, it was all under a facade of seriousness or kindness. Therefore, I call this type the "disguised type." Dr. Hao from our hospital's internal medicine department belongs to this category. In his fifties, a chief physician, he's quite well-known in the city's medical community, treating both male and female patients with kindness and friendliness, seemingly the image of an upright doctor. But once, I caught him secretly reaching his hand between a female patient's legs, hehe.
This kind of occasional lewd "disguised type" makes up the majority of male doctors, 6 Around 50-70%.
The second type is the "lewd type." These male doctors will have their eyes light up and their faces all smiles when a woman with even a little bit of attractiveness comes to see them, displaying a lewd demeanor! After a few minutes of necessary "transition" on the examination table, their lewd hands will be on her, always touching sensitive areas, leaving the women unable to curse or avoid him, only able to shyly endure his harassment (generally, doctors in mainland China are quite "intimidating" to patients). This type of lewd doctor is relatively more common in outpatient departments such as internal medicine, proctology, and gynecology, where direct physical contact with female patients is required. Li Meng from our hospital's proctology department and I get along quite well; we often drink and talk about women—a kind of "wine-and-woman friendship." Amidst the clinking of glasses, he vividly describes how to... Shy women, naked, with their buttocks sticking out, lie face down on the examination table. How to spread their plump, tender buttocks, revealing their tense, writhing anuses, how to insert fingers coated with lubricant (sometimes even reluctant to wear gloves!) into their little anuses, how to make them drip with lust… Just hearing about it makes my dick hard! Imagine if your wife unfortunately fell into his hands, hehe…
And then there's my former colleague, Lu Jian, who now runs his own private cosmetic surgery hospital, as well as Liu Dahai, the deputy chief physician of internal medicine at our hospital, and Kong Bianda from the anesthesiology department (we privately call him "Pervert Kong"), they all belong to this type; I'll mention them later if I have the chance.
In short, this type of "lewd" doctor can be summarized in 16 characters—"If there's an opportunity, touch it; if you touch it, it's always private; beauty is not enough." Let it go, even if it's ugly, I'll still try it.
A friend asked, "If you encounter a woman who's 'dinosaur-like,' would you dare to touch her?"
I've asked that question before, and here's how my friend Dr. Li Meng, who's also a womanizer, answered—"Unless she looks particularly disgusting, I usually want to touch her. Don't be fooled by some women's ugly faces; some have very beautiful vaginas and anuses! Besides, what man doesn't want to see, touch, and taste all kinds of vaginas? Those are private places that only their husbands can see and taste; it would be such a pity to miss them! In my opinion, a man who hasn't seen or tasted a hundred vaginas in his life isn't a real man; he's lived in vain! That's why I became a doctor, hehehe..."
Isn't that kind of perverted?
However, this kind of male doctor is a minority, probably only about 5-10%.
The third type falls between the two above. They are more lustful and bolder than the "disguised type," but not as blatant and direct as the "lewd type." They are courageous yet resourceful, proceeding gradually, adept at reading people's expressions, and able to accurately capture the mixed feelings of fear and anticipation in young women seeking infidelity. They primarily use seduction, supplemented by tenderness, often managing to "capture" both the body and the heart of a young woman seeking love.
To be honest, I belong to this category, so I've given my type a nice name—"Seducer" ("Hunter" is also good, I'm considering it...hehe). This "Seducer" type is generally quite secretive and difficult to quantify, but based on my knowledge and conservative estimates, they probably make up about 10-15%. However, there are experts and novices among them. There probably aren't many "Seducer Masters" as successful as me, hehe.
I've rambled on for a while, mainly to set the stage for what's to come, and also out of good intentions, to remind fellow men to be wary of male doctors when taking their wives to the doctor (or, if your wife is going alone, remind her).
If you encounter a "pretender," you're lucky. Even if your wife is exceptionally attractive or happens to be "sexually active" on the doctor's day, don't worry, at most you'll only experience a few superficial encounters; you won't end up being cuckolded.
If you encounter a "lewd" doctor, it's not too bad. As mentioned before, these doctors' eyes light up and they drool the moment they see a woman, behaving extremely "attentively"—their lewd behavior is usually obvious to anyone with eyes to see. If your wife avoids him like the plague, then congratulations—your wife is a "lady" unlikely to stray (of course, she hasn't met me yet, haha); if your wife, under his lecherous gaze and slightly flirtatious questions, still awkwardly gets onto the examination bed, shyly letting him grope her (there are quite a few women like this), then congratulations again—you've found an excellent "litmus test"—a lecherous doctor has tested your wife's "fidelity." In other words, given the right conditions, your wife will eventually stray, which is better than you being secretly cuckolded later, right? As the saying goes, "a short pain is better than a long one," it's better to know early and prepare early!
The most unfortunate is encountering a "tempting" doctor, like the best of the best—myself, Dr. Xu.
But meeting me, for your wife (of course, she at least has to be attractive enough to catch my eye), is truly hard to say whether it's unfortunate or fortunate! But for you, well… hey, see that green mist rising above your head?
If you don't believe me, keep a close eye on the updates of the "Dr. Xu Series"! Maybe your wife is even in the story, hehe (lewd laugh)...
Some brothers might be a little unconvinced: Anyway, the keyboard is in your own hands, keep bragging!
Hey—you've really met your match!
Are you trying to provoke me? Are you trying to goad me? Fine! If I don't show you my secrets today, you really won't know how many fingers "Master of Seduction" Dr. Xu has!
Someone asked: Fingers? What does fingers have to do with anything?
Brother, I have to tell you this—be kind in your dealings with people, and be kind in your reading too!
That person is even more confused: ...
I mean, you have to read carefully, with your heart and brain, to do justice to the author! Okay, okay, seeing you still looking confused, I'll explain in more detail, sigh…
didn't I say before that my secret techniques are acupuncture and massage? Acupuncture emphasizes stability, accuracy, and speed, while massage emphasizes techniques such as "moving Qi between the fingers and palms, recognizing acupoints with eyes closed, varying the intensity and speed of treatment." Can you do without nimble fingers?
Of course, by nimble, I mean another layer of meaning: if the patient is a beautiful and alluring young woman, after the acupuncture and massage have achieved their therapeutic effect (I have strong medical ethics and know the principle of treating illness first, then lust), my fingers will become even more "nimble," hey…
You all want to hear about it, right? Okay, Dr. Xu is in the mood today, so let's talk about it!
Hmm—so many young women and wives, which one should I start with… Oh right, I just had a tryst with Pei Yuxin, the beautiful woman I've been hooking up with for two years, last night, so let's start with her.
It was an afternoon two years ago, and I was leisurely reading a magazine in my TCM clinic.
My TCM clinic is the quietest in the entire hospital. Those who genuinely want to see a traditional Chinese medicine doctor go to well-known private clinics; those who come to this state-run hospital are all seeking Western medicine. So, aside from referrals from internal medical staff who know my specialty, and some who originally booked appointments at other clinics but couldn't wait the long lines and were "recommended" to come to me as a "second choice," I barely see any people a day, maybe a dozen or twenty on the busiest days. No wonder the hospital administration once considered cutting back on the traditional Chinese medicine clinic, haha.
I'm not one for fame or fortune, and I'm happy with my leisure.
But being idle, I can't help but feel a little bored—why isn't there a single pretty woman coming to see me today? A fleeting thought of lust comes to mind, and I remember the incident this morning.
An acquaintance's elderly father needs surgery at our hospital. He's already given the surgeon a bribe, but he can't find the anesthesiologist. He heard that the anesthesiologist is crucial, so he asked me to find out who the anesthesiologist is that day and then give him the bribe. I checked yesterday and it was "Dr. Kong the Pervert," but I couldn't find him for a while, and then I forgot about it. When I remembered, it was already late at night, so I rushed to the operating room early the next morning. I asked the nurse on duty, and she said Dr. Kong was still in operating room number 1, administering anesthesia to a patient. I asked again, and it turned out my acquaintance's elderly father had already been wheeled into operating room number 3, lying on that cold stretcher waiting for anesthesia!
Many hospitals in China these days are so damn inhumane! Even though the surgeon isn't supposed to arrive until 9 a.m., they insist on bringing patients to the operating room before 7 a.m. to wait. Many timid patients lie in empty operating rooms, their blood pressure rising from fear. The anesthesiologist comes over, takes their blood pressure, and says they're not suitable for surgery today—and—they're sent back! Is that humane?
Filled with indignation for the poor Chinese patients, I gently pushed open the glass door of operating room number 1.
What was that "whooshing, hissing" sound? It was a bit like that…
Peeking through the gap in the screen, guess what?—In the huge operating room, there was only one female patient, seemingly already anesthetized, lying unconscious on a stretcher. Someone asked: "Where's Dr. Kong?" Don't worry, I saw his head; it was buried between the female patient's legs!
Everyone knows that patients waiting for surgery can only wear a surgical gown, and underneath they must be completely naked. At this moment, the female patient was like a lamb to the slaughter, her surgical gown pulled up to her waist, her legs spread open, her vulva and pubic hair being licked until wet, yet she was completely unaware—it looked like an abdominal surgery, under general anesthesia.
I glanced at the female patient's face; she was quite pretty, a young woman around 30 years old. Her family had helped the laborers bring her from the ward to the operating area early that morning, and they were probably still waiting outside the gate.
If they knew their wife (or daughter, sister) was being molested like this, they'd be furious!
It seems the rumors about this "perverted Kong" being caught by a nurse molesting a female patient under anesthesia were true!
Only someone like "perverted Kong" would do something so despicable—reaching out with his hands and tongue to an unconscious female patient! I despise him!
But despite my contempt, my penis was obediently erect. To avoid a confrontation, I quietly slipped out and deliberately asked the nurse loudly outside the door, "Which operating room is Dr. Kong in?"
"Didn't I tell you? Number 1!"
"Look at my memory! Hey? Xiao Tao, new hairstyle? Looks much better!"
"Really? Dr. Liu recommended it, I got it done at 'Feisi Hair Salon,' it cost 380!"
"You get what you pay for... Okay, I'll go in and look!"
Having given that pervert so much time to prepare, he should be ready by now, right? Sure enough, as soon as I pushed open the door, he was walking out nonchalantly. I told him about the acquaintance, quietly slipped him a red envelope, and quickly left.
Now, with nothing to do, thinking about what happened this morning, I cursed that pervert Kong in my heart, but my penis was already erect again.
Just as I was feeling uncomfortable, I heard a soft, pleasant voice: "Hello, is Dr. Xu here?"
I looked up, and wow, what a beautiful young woman—around 30 years old, oval face, delicate arched eyebrows, watery eyes, a straight nose, a pert nose tip, and labia minora (sorry, I mistyped, it should be "cherry lips"! My mind was filled with the image of those two young woman's labia that pervert Kong had been licking this morning, damn it!) with fair, pinkish skin. A white, tight-fitting sleeveless dress accentuated her full breasts, slender waist, and shapely buttocks, making her incredibly alluring. Seeing this, my penis was erect, and my penis was even more erect!
"Oh, it's me! What's up?"
I quickly recovered from my momentary lapse in composure, my mind immediately rehearsing how to "treat" the young woman.
"Guo Juan from your finance office recommended me to you. Please take a look at my son; his persistent cough just won't go away. We've seen many doctors, but it's not getting better..."
"Oh—is this the little handsome boy? Come, let Uncle take a look..."
I quickly concealed my disappointment and began to ingratiate myself with the four or five-year-old boy the young woman was leading—treating the family of the woman I'd chosen, especially her child, with friendliness and kindness was one of the secrets to winning her over.
The little boy actually didn't have any serious ailments. In traditional Chinese medicine terms, he was prone to dryness and easily got inflamed, resulting in coughs and sore throats. A few mild herbal remedies would be enough, and it would be even better if he could drink stewed frog soup regularly. But I spent over 20 minutes examining her son—that's my record for treating patients! Not for any other reason than to talk to the young woman a bit more, to subtly learn about her situation so I could "prescribe the right medicine," hehe...
The young woman was quiet and slightly shy, but spoke frankly, seemingly without any reservations. With my skillful questioning, starting with the child's diet and hygiene habits, I managed to subtly gather about 70-80% of her family's situation. She and her husband used to be colleagues at a public institution. A few years ago, her husband resigned to start his own business and made a lot of money; last year, to focus on raising their son, she also resigned to become a full-time housewife. Her son was in kindergarten, and she was quite relaxed at home alone during the day, but also a little bored.
Good information! "Success rate of seduction" 60-70%!
While writing the prescription for the child, I was mentally calculating how to lure the young woman onto my examination bed. I looked up at her face seriously, deliberately hesitating, and then asked her to place her right hand on the table so I could take her pulse.
Perhaps my seriousness aroused her curiosity, because she obediently handed me her hand. Wow! What soft little hands, what smooth wrists!
After enjoying the smooth feeling for half a minute, I released her hand, frowned, and asked her if she often had pain in her lower back.
"More than that! My neck also often hurts... Dr. Xu, you're really amazing, you can tell just by taking my pulse!"
The young woman's voice was as sweet as a nightingale's song, making my heart itch.
"Oh, not at all, that's my job!"
I said modestly, while secretly laughing to myself—what does taking a pulse have to do with the lower back! Actually, spinal problems are quite common in cities these days. Besides, she'd been working in a public institution for several years, and these past two years she'd been idle at home, probably spending a lot of time on the computer and surfing the internet—it's all "sitting" work, lacking exercise, no wonder she has spinal problems! Whenever someone like this comes to see me, I just say spinal problems, and I'm almost always right! Hehe.
“However, spinal problems vary in severity, so don’t worry. Young people in their early twenties like you can usually be cured if you start treatment early.”
I deliberately made her sound a few years younger, and seeing her worried yet slightly pleased expression (vanity and women really are synonymous!), I pressed my advantage, “Our family’s traditional acupuncture and massage are quite effective, curing many patients with spinal problems. Come visit me sometime; here’s the clinic’s business card…”
“Thank you so much! But won’t acupuncture be very painful…”
she asked hesitantly, taking the business card.
“It’s less painful than a mosquito bite, don’t worry. However, our hospital doesn’t currently offer this service, so you’ll have to come to my small clinic. How about… come here, lie down on the bed, and I’ll examine your condition first, so I can devise a treatment plan…”
I looked at her with a serious yet kind expression, noticing her slight hesitation, a barely perceptible blush rising on her face, followed by a soft “Mmm,” before turning and walking towards the examination bed.
I was incredibly excited! But her face showed no joy. She bent down and took out an animated book from a drawer, which some child had left there before going to the doctor. She handed it to the little boy: "Little Ming, be good. Mommy needs to go to the doctor. Can you read this book here by yourself?"
"Okay, I won't bother Mommy."
The little boy happily took the book and started reading. Then he turned back and innocently said to his mother, "Mommy, be good too. Don't be afraid of the shot, don't cry."
"Hehe... Mommy knows. Just be good and read your book. This child..."
A sweet laugh came from behind me. I turned around and saw that she had already taken off her high heels and was lying on the examination bed—it seems Mommy is very good too! Hehe.
Looking at the young woman lying on the bed, I swallowed hard. A white tight-fitting dress tightly wrapped her delicate body, her slender waist was deeply sunken, her round buttocks were high and up, her bare arms were white and tender like lotus roots, and the hem of the dress reached her knees, where the light blue veins on her knees and calves were faintly visible. The white dress was thin and sheer, with a slip underneath, but it couldn't conceal the round, plump buttocks. The alluring shape of her apricot-yellow panties was also vaguely visible through the slip.
The young woman's face was turned inwards, only a small patch of pink cheek was visible in front of her ears, but her delicate ears and a few strands of hair at her temples already stirred my heart.
"Does it hurt here? Does it hurt when I press like this? What about here…"
I asked as I pressed along her spine, all standard examination procedures, but as my palms touched the young woman's soft, boneless body, wicked thoughts arose within me. I desperately wanted to find the source of her ailment so I could begin my "after-sales service." Finally, I discovered she only had slight strain in her cervical and lumbar vertebrae, nothing serious. But just to be on the safe side, I still suggested she get an X-ray to rule out mild bone spurs.
My doctor's duty was complete; now it was time to begin my "apricot exploration journey."
I had her raise her arms and cross them above her head, explaining that this would straighten her spine and make further examination easier. Of course, it was all nonsense, but I wanted to see her armpits (it's a particular fetish of mine!). Unaware of what was going on, she raised her arm, revealing a dozen or so soft, delicate armpit hairs on her smooth, alabaster-like backside. They seemed to flutter slightly, but they tickled my heart.
In this day and age where shaving is so common, seeing such beautiful, exquisite armpit hair is truly rare! This shows she's a naturally pure and unadorned young woman, exactly my type!
My hands began to "move" across her entire back, and I gently told her that this was a traditional massage technique that was very helpful in relieving spinal pain. Note that when performing these "after-sales services," I usually use a gentle (not effeminate, but a masculine gentleness!) tone, because I've studied female psychology (due to my own interests, haha), and it says that women are particularly sensitive to a gentle, magnetic male voice during foreplay, no less so than their desire to be caressed.
I then "moved" to the young woman's waist, my hands in a V-shape, the heels of my palms pressing on the painful areas of her lumbar spine, kneading with varying pressure, while my fingertips lightly touched her soft waist. Whether it was comfort or a ticklish sensation, her body trembled almost imperceptibly. I noticed her small ears were a little red, and from the slight undulation of her back, she seemed to be having some difficulty breathing—she was feeling it! I was secretly delighted.
Slowly, I placed my palms on her shoulder blades and began massaging them, but my target wasn't the shoulder blades—hehe, it was her armpits! My hands were still in a V-shape, my index, middle, and ring fingers lightly touching the soft skin of her armpits, occasionally tickling the fine armpit hairs—ah, so refreshing!
The young woman seemed particularly ticklish; her body trembled and twitched, as if trying to escape but not daring to speak. Finally, she couldn't bear it any longer, letting out a soft "Mmm—"
as she pulled her arms together, trapping my fingertips.
"What's wrong? Oh—you're ticklish, aren't you? I'm sorry. But there's an acupoint under your armpit related to the spine, hmm, I'll massage it for you next time. But don't trap my hands again because you're ticklish, hehe..."
I joked with her, trying to help her relax.
Then, I moved my hands down and pressed down hard on her back a few times, as if grabbing her. I felt the soft skin of her back with my palms, imagining her full breasts being pressed into a pancake shape. My penis involuntarily jerked up. I went a step further, using my fingertips to encircle her ribs, secretly feeling the tender flesh at the base of her breasts, squeezed out of her bra. Of course, all of this had to be done in a light touch, pretending it was unintentional, otherwise all my efforts would be wasted—I, Dr. Xu, am not that kind of low-class "perverted doctor"!
I glanced back at the little boy; he was really well-behaved, so engrossed in his animated book. He'll definitely be successful when he grows up! I like quiet children, especially those who quietly read while their mothers are being "massaged" by Dr. Xu!
As I massaged her, I patiently explained the "medical principles" of unblocking meridians to the young woman in a gentle tone. The lovely woman was already dizzy from my kneading of her sensitive areas on her back and waist. She absentmindedly responded with "uh-huh, uh-huh" to my fabricated theories, her body trembling with each press as if obeying my commands.
To better "unblock meridians," I moved my hands to her feet. Her jade-like toes, smooth soles, shallow ankles, and delicate calves were all massaged by me. Especially those ten round and translucent toes, so adorable that I had the urge to suck them. When my hands moved to her thighs, I noticed that the woman's thigh muscles suddenly tensed up, her body twisted uncomfortably, and her head lifted slightly, but she hesitated to speak (probably considering the doctor's medical principles of "unblocking meridians"? Hehe). Then she lowered her head and lay back on the pillow, letting me do as I pleased.
I gently massaged her legs, rarely touching the sensitive inner thighs, but her trembling became increasingly frequent. I thought this was mainly psychological. Female psychology says women are emotional beings; different environments, different partners, and different moods can all affect their perception of sexual desire—that makes sense. If her husband were massaging her like this at home, as an old married couple, she might not feel anything at all!
After a while, I naturally lifted her skirt to her buttocks, revealing her smooth, white legs.
She softly hummed in response, her right hand twitching as if trying to cover herself, but then she stopped moving. I began to alternately massage the young woman's bare legs. This time, I wouldn't neglect the sensitive inner thighs, sometimes lightly, sometimes heavily, sometimes gently sweeping, making the young woman pant heavily, sometimes tightening her waist, sometimes clenching her legs—she seemed extremely comfortable, yet also incredibly shy and anxious!
Although her skirt covered her buttocks, I could see a small patch of her apricot-yellow panties at the base of her thighs, right over her bulging vulva, if I just lowered my head slightly. The panties were tight yet elastic, clearly showing the shape of the young woman's labia, the deep cleft in the middle, and a small, damp patch the size of a fingertip—what a sensitive young woman!
My hand casually moved towards her inner thighs, finding the flesh increasingly smooth and tender to the touch. Now came the most crucial part of the "seduction process": should I touch the young woman's most private area—her vulva? Should I make intimate contact or just give it a try? This is a very tricky strategic and technical problem for any doctor specializing in "seduction," ultimately stemming from the importance of timing and degree. Letting it slip by too easily might mean the married woman won't come for her appointment later (which happens quite often), wasting the only opportunity to taste the pleasures of a married woman's vagina (every woman's vagina has its own unique charm and feel!), not to mention missing the chance to test her "cheating index," which is the most regrettable thing. Being too hasty, on the other hand, could easily ruin everything and scare the woman away, or, if she has a strong sense of feudal chastity (feudal thinking is truly harmful!), it could even lead to unnecessary trouble.
Don't worry, Dr. Xu is a master of "seduction"!
Glancing at the apricot-yellow panties beneath the young woman's skirt, I instantly devised my "Apricot Exploration Plan." I'm superstitious about colors and like to tailor my "battle plan" based on the color of a young woman's panties. With wives wearing conservative colors like white, gray, or flesh-colored panties, I'm usually very patient, only making a move after five or six tries. With wives whose panties are soft yet youthful and vibrant, like yellow, green, or blue, I usually just play around with the "edge" the first time, mainly testing the waters, stopping short of a full-on, then gradually transitioning from "testing" to "seduction." With young women wearing red, black, purple, or particularly trendy and sexy panties (such as thongs, mesh, transparent, or open-crotch styles), I get incredibly excited and go all out during the first attempt, not stopping until her panties are wet! It
sounds verbose, but it was concise back then. I pinched her tender thighs near her hips, occasionally lightly touching her bulging vulva with the side of my palm. Thank goodness for those thin cotton panties! Although it was just a light touch, the feel was exquisite, like gently touching the tender skin of a young woman's vulva.
The young woman's legs tensed with nervousness, she held her breath impatiently, and after a long while, she finally let out a long exhale, her ears and the base of her ears already bright red. Looking closer, the wet patch on her apricot-yellow panties had expanded considerably, now the size of an olive. Taking advantage of the force of my sudden squeeze (to distract her), I pressed hard on the young woman's vulva with the side of my palm—wow! Plump, soft, and warm, perfect!
At the same time, my sensitive palm felt the obvious stickiness of that small wet patch—it seemed the young woman was ovulating, and these few days were the perfect opportunity for me to strike; I couldn't miss it!
"That's enough for today. Next time, come to my clinic for acupuncture and massage!"
I said, patting her tender leg a few minutes later. Anticipating more "fun" with the young woman, I decided to stop here for today and play the long game!
“Today’s massage will only temporarily relieve the pain; the key is still acupuncture. Tomorrow and the day after are Saturday and Sunday, and I’ll be seeing patients at the clinic. You can come anytime.”
Watching the young woman blush as she climbed off the bed to straighten her skirt, I felt a surge of satisfaction. “By the way, my phone number isn’t on the business card. I’ll give it to you. If you or your son have any further questions, you can call me anytime.”
“Thank you…”
The young woman didn’t dare look me in the eye.
“Huh? Where’s my pen… Here, give me your phone, and I’ll dial my number directly…”
I didn’t give her time to think, extending my hand in front of her as I spoke.
The young woman hesitated for a few seconds before handing me her phone. Don't underestimate those few seconds of hesitation; it meant she vaguely realized I was subtly asking for her number, but she still gave it to me—I had a chance! My "success rate" for seducing her had risen to 77%!
Everything was settled. When I said goodbye to the little boy, I gave him the animated book as well. I resumed my lukewarm attitude towards the young woman, only saying that it would be best if she got her son's medicine from my clinic, because some of the ingredients were unique to my family's secret recipe, and other pharmacies might not have them.
The next day was Saturday, and I waited all morning but the young woman didn't come. I was so anxious and disappointed! I wanted to call her several times, but in the end, the third of my "Ten Taboos for Seducing Her"—"Don't alert her"—made me reluctantly give up the idea. I
asked Xiao Lu, the only sales clerk in the clinic, and she said that no woman had come to get medicine with my prescription yesterday afternoon. So even if she didn't come to see me, she still had to come to get medicine for her child today? Had I scared her away by being a little too forward yesterday? No way, with my years of experience in seduction, it shouldn't be like this, right?
Even I, Dr. Xu, who prides myself on being a "master of seduction," have been made insecure by a young woman, spending the entire morning lost in thought.
Quite a few patients this morning, but they were mostly elderly men and women. No wonder, what beautiful woman would get up this early on a weekend morning? None of the young women I've had intimate relationships with came for "treatment"...
In the afternoon, Xiao Lu went home after work (I give her a day and a half off each week, ostensibly to be considerate of my employees, but secretly to make things easier for myself...). I was alone in the clinic, seeing patients, and whenever I had a spare moment, I continued to feel depressed and indulge in lewd thoughts...
After a while, I dejectedly saw off my neighbor "Hunchback Zhang" (I don't have the ability to cure hunchbacks, I treat athlete's foot, it smells awful...). Afterwards, I idly picked up the newspaper and started reading.
"Dr. Xu, hello..."
Good heavens, the voice I'd been longing for finally appeared! Like heavenly music, it lingered in my ears, soothing my soul!
"You are... Oh—the one who came to the hospital yesterday to see the child, look how busy I am! Please sit down, please sit down!"
I tried my best to hide my deep surprise and pretend I didn't remember her at all—being a "seduction doctor" must be tiring, right? But then I saw the little tagalong behind her, and my heart sank a quarter of the way down.
But I was already satisfied that she came at all—who can blame me when she's a beauty! Difficulty makes it challenging, and conquering her brings a sense of accomplishment! Besides, she came after yesterday's "playing it close to the edge," which means she likes (at least subconsciously) this thrilling feeling of "secret infidelity"! The "seduction success rate" rose to 81%!
She said the X-ray wouldn't be available until Monday, and she'd bring it to the clinic to see me then. She also said she felt much better after my massage yesterday. So, I decided to come today for further acupuncture treatment… I responded with “uh-huh,” my face serious, but my heart was already captivated by her elegant and charming demeanor.
Today, she wore a white, tight-fitting CK brand t-shirt with a pink heart and light blue English lettering embroidered on the chest, subtly revealing her pink bra beneath the semi-transparent fabric. She paired it with light blue thin jeans that accentuated her long legs and round, pert bottom. Beautiful women are truly different; simple clothes looked so elegant and graceful on her, exuding a mature charm while radiating youthful vitality. After moving
a whole bunch of toys and comic books (all for the children who came with their mothers—you know how hard it is to be a “seductive doctor”!), I settled the little boy in the corner of the clinic. After settling her onto the sofa, I had the young woman lie on the examination bed as she had yesterday, while I prepared for the acupuncture treatment, mentally weighing the limits of today's probing.
As mentioned before, Dr. Xu is very ethical, so what followed was a very formal acupuncture and massage treatment… (597 words, 47 punctuation marks omitted here). During our skillful conversation, I learned more about her: her name is Pei Yuxin, she's 29 years old, married for 6 years, and a close friend of Guo Juan from our hospital, having been classmates in middle school. Her husband has many business engagements (this is crucial! It raises the "index" by another 3 percentage points). She's usually quite idle at home, reading Hong Kong and Taiwanese romance novels and chatting on QQ, but she never dares to meet online friends in person… Wait.
I forgot to mention, at this point, she was only wearing a bra (it's acupuncture, after all; many acupoints on the neck, back, and waist require needles, so there's no impropriety involved; even elderly people would do the same). Her snow-white back was only secured by a thin bra strap. Her jeans had already been pulled down to her hips, and her pink panties were half-down, the elastic waistband taut at the fullest part of her buttocks, revealing a deep, alluring cleft and two cute little dimples near her waist.
When I was pulling down her panties, the young woman was so nervous she wanted to grab them, but after hearing my gentle explanation, "How old are you? Still shy? We'll be getting needles in your butt too..." she
blushed and let me pull them down. But my words attracted a curious little boy, who excitedly called out, "Mommy!" "Shot in the butt, Mommy, shot in the butt!" The young woman was so embarrassed that she scolded him, "Go play over there!" So young and already excited about women's butts, what a promising child! He takes after me! Hmm… if I had met his mother five or six years earlier, maybe he really would have been my son, hehe—what are you thinking about? Get back to work!
Of course I have to get back to work! The little boy was watching, so I could only pretend to prick the young woman's buttocks a few times—I had originally planned to just prick her a few times after coaxing her down her underwear, but now… Luckily, there weren't any vital acupoints on her buttocks, and luckily, the little boy didn't have much patience; he watched for less than two minutes before running off to play. I quickly and quietly pulled out the silver needles from the young woman's buttocks, feeling both amused and exasperated.
Even more interesting was that after I finished pricking the young woman's… When I removed all the acupuncture needles and told her it was time to start the massage, she eagerly reached for her underwear. I deliberately pinched her arm and began the "massage," making it difficult for her to reach her underwear several times. She dared not utter a sound, but her face flushed red. Finally, she managed to reach it, and just as she pulled it up a little, her hand slipped off the elastic band of her underwear due to the pressure I applied to her shoulder—she probably thought it was up, but actually, a small portion of her snow-white buttocks and narrow cleft were still alluringly exposed! Hehe…
After the formal acupuncture and massage were finished (of course, she wouldn't know the real treatment was over), my "seduction operation" began.
I first helped her take off her jeans—pulling a tight pair of pants down the young woman's legs, slowly revealing her fair thighs like peeling a banana. My hands patted her calves, and with the young woman trembling with shyness, the feeling was truly...
I want to be a doctor again in my next life! Then, I patiently "massaged" her neck, collarbone, armpits, ribs, waist, ankles, soles of feet, toes, calves, thighs, and other sensitive areas for nearly half an hour... (435 words and 38 punctuation marks are omitted here because it is somewhat similar to yesterday's massage). Next, I prepared to focus my attack on her plump buttocks.
I almost cupped her hip bones with both hands, first using my two thumbs to rub her lower back, then moving down while rubbing, passing her buttocks, the peak of her buttocks, and finally stopping at her tailbone. During this process, the young woman trembled and twisted as I massaged her, moaning "Mmm, hum" in pleasure, not even noticing that I had secretly "rubbed" down most of her panties with my palms.
At this moment, because the elastic band of the panties was positioned even lower than before, the crotch area that had been covering the vulva slowly slipped away. I lowered my head slightly, and wow, I finally caught a glimpse of the young woman's mysterious labia! Although the light was a bit dim (inspired by this, I later installed four fluorescent lights on the ceiling above the examination bed, haha), it didn't have that dark brown look from excessive sexual activity; instead, it had a youthful pinkish hue, and the hair seemed sparse. The vulva was tight, and the rosy labia minora peeked out a little, glistening with moisture. Looking
at the thickened area of the crotch of the panties, it was already a wet patch, covered with whitish mucus!
Huh? Oh—guess what I saw? A silver thread! Stretching from the labia minora to the crotch of the panties, it was about an inch long! Gleaming with a white, luminous light!
Next came what I had set for today's "testing the limits." I first pressed and kneaded her two plump, round buttocks, then playfully spread them apart and squeezed them inwards. Through the gap between her panties and buttocks, the young woman's pale brown anus peeked out from the cleft, making my heart itch unbearably and my mouth water! My desire surged, and I seized the opportunity, forcefully spreading her buttocks apart and pressing down hard.
The young woman, unaware of what was happening, thought it was part of the massage and endured the slight pain. Little did she know, her mysterious anus was completely exposed to the lecherous eye of me!
This continued for a full minute, her anus contracting and relaxing in the cool air (the clinic was air-conditioned) and under my lustful gaze, looking utterly pitiful!
Seeing that she didn't object, I slowly moved my two thumbs to her anus and perineum, massaging them with varying pressure, and softly asked from time to time, "Does it hurt? If it does, just say so, and I'll massage it less. But it's only effective if it hurts a little, so it's best to bear with it..."
Actually, it didn't hurt at all. This area is a woman's most sensitive spot, second only to the clitoris and the G-spot of the vaginal vestibule. Sure enough, after a while, the young woman started moaning, her waist and legs tensing, her buttocks clenching, and her entire body trembling slightly, glowing with an alluring pink hue. Suddenly, she arched her body backward and then thrust it forward, burying her face deep in the pillow, still making a
soft, sobbing sound, her buttocks clenching tightly, her leg and hip muscles instantly becoming one, gripping my thumbs tightly.
To avoid prematurely breaking through that barrier, I decisively pulled my finger away (though with a touch of reluctance, of course). Looking closer, I saw the young woman's buttocks and thighs clenched into a single line, her labia barely visible, and a milky-white fluid slowly seeping from between her tightly pressed thighs…
“Mommy’s shy, Mommy’s afraid of pain…”
Damn it! The young woman’s moan attracted my little tagalong!
I quickly shielded her with my body, then cleverly used a massage motion from her legs and buttocks to her waist to restore her panties to their original position—the young woman, still basking in the afterglow of her orgasm, seemed completely oblivious!
Slightly disappointed, I was also pleasantly surprised at how easily I had “massaged” her to orgasm—I hadn’t even really used my special skills, Dr. Xu, yet! "What if next time... wouldn't that be... hehe..."
"Alright, that's enough for today. Little Ming is such a good boy. Tell Uncle, what stories did you read just now? Can you tell me?"
I picked up the little boy and sat down at my desk, my eyes constantly glancing at the shy expression of the young woman as she got up to put on her clothes and tuck her pants. I also noticed that when she pulled up her jeans, perhaps because her labia were swollen from the orgasm, or perhaps because the sticky vaginal fluid was uncomfortable on her underwear, she secretly glanced at me. Seeing that I wasn't paying attention, she quickly turned around and tugged at her crotch a few times.
Then, I continued to hold the little boy affectionately, explaining to her that a course of treatment required seven acupuncture and massage sessions, that she should exercise moderately, and not sit in the same position for more than an hour, etc. She responded with half-listening "uh-huh, oh," her blush never fading.
When I helped the child get his medicine and saw the mother and son out, I noticed that her gait seemed a little unnatural—was that sticky vaginal fluid still bothering her private parts? Hehe...
did she even realize she had just exposed herself? Did she realize that her embarrassing moment of squirting during an orgasm was completely exposed to me?
For the next few days, I kept thinking about this.
On Monday morning, she brought me the X-ray as promised. Actually, these kinds of films should be shown to an orthopedic doctor. I don't know if she genuinely didn't understand, or if she had already developed… hehe, at least some kind of dependence on me?
The moment I saw her, the image of that milky white fluid overflowing from her buttocks the afternoon before flashed through my mind. After that "deep probing," she seemed only ashamed, not at all angry, and even decided to continue with the entire "treatment"—her "index" had skyrocketed to 90%!
I then asked her to lift her shirt, expose her back, and lie face down on the examination table, while I pretended to compare the X-ray to her body—but with the film already there, what was the point of comparing it to her body! I saw her wearing a white-collar office lady suit today (a silk blouse with light purple lace trim from the collar to the front, and gray-black striped suit pants). Suddenly, the thought of humiliating her arose within me. (It's all those perverted articles and pictures on this site that corrupted me! Look at this gentle, innocent lady! How can you be so heartless?)
I compared her spine downwards, "thought" for a moment, then pressed again. Reaching the waistband, I said softly, "Um—excuse me, I'll have to trouble you to loosen your belt again… You need to carefully compare it all the way to the tailbone. Um, just pull it down a little bit."
My tone was very gentle and polite, but I deliberately emphasized the words "loosen… belt." These three words are very taboo for a self-proclaimed chaste married woman, but coming from a doctor… This made her both shy and helpless!
Having learned from her previous two experiences, the young woman, though embarrassed, obediently complied, slightly sticking out her buttocks and reaching to her waist to unbutton and unzip her pants. Just as she was about to continue pulling them down herself, I beat her to it, hooking my thumbs around the waistband and firmly but slowly pulling her pants down to her buttocks. During this time, she only
let out a shy "Mmm—".
I must reveal another of Dr. Xu's peculiar tastes—I especially like married women who come to the doctor wearing their pants!
My usual way of teasing them is: I don't tell them whether they need to take off their pants before getting on the examination bed (usually they are too embarrassed to ask anyway). After they're lying down, I'll do all sorts of things on their back and waist, then, under the pretext of checking their tailbone or massaging acupoints on their buttocks, I'll ask them to pull their pants down a little. She'll definitely find it very difficult to take them off while lying down. It was inconvenient (any wolves who don't believe me can try it themselves, hehe), so I naturally "did the job."
Helping someone else's wife take off her pants! Please close your eyes and imagine the scene: You hook your hands around the young woman's waistband and slowly pull down her pants, revealing a bit of her snow-white buttocks… Stuck? Don't worry, she'll cooperate by slightly arching her buttocks, albeit with a hint of shyness and helplessness… Keep pulling down, like peeling a banana, until finally revealing her round buttocks covered by her underwear… Nowadays, young women's underwear is generally not too conservative; the alluring round, tender flesh of her buttocks and the deep cleft are faintly visible… If you're lucky enough to encounter one wearing transparent, mesh, or even thong underwear, hehe… If your head "happens" to be very low at this moment, you might even smell the scent emanating from the young woman's private parts—a slightly fishy, but also… Feeling refreshed and invigorated…
How about that, got your dick sticking up? Envious of the doctor? Hehe…
After experiencing once again the greater pleasure of pulling down a married woman's pants compared to lifting her skirt, I "generously" stopped teasing her. While gently reassuring her that she "didn't have bone spurs," I also sternly warned her that if her condition wasn't treated promptly, the possibility of developing bone spurs was very high. As I spoke, I helped her pull up her pants.
This gesture, more considerate than her husband's, made her blush with gratitude. She hurriedly said, "I can do it myself…"
but her voice was so low that even a mosquito couldn't hear it, and her ears were already flushed.
When I saw her off at the door, I reminded her to give her child his medicine on time and not to forget to stew frog for him to drink regularly. The young woman turned around, smiled, and nodded, her pretty face filled with gratitude and shyness.
In that instant, my heart was captivated, and I was mesmerized…
"Good catch! Got her? Can I have some too..."
Suddenly, a lewd laugh rang in my ears. It was Li Meng from the proctology department, who had come to see me and happened to see my infatuated expression.
"No way! Mine, mine!"
I imitated the birds' calls of fighting for food in Finding Nemo.
"Hehe...hehe..."
The two lewd doctors in the clinic chuckled lewdly.
For the next month, the young woman came to the clinic every Saturday afternoon for treatment and "treatment." Gradually, our relationship evolved from initial acquaintance to familiarity, and then developed into a very subtle intimacy.
Why "subtle"?
Because until the fifth time, I hadn't broken through that veil (though it was already incredibly thin). That is to say, although my hands had touched many sensitive areas all over her body, I hadn't directly touched her mysterious three points; at most, I'd only lingered around her anus and perineum, just like last time. She, although her crotch was always wet with desire, no longer experienced the convulsions of orgasm from just a few rubs to her perineum—had she become "used" to my harassment? Heh.
One reason the veil hadn't been broken was, of course, her little tagalong. She didn't go to kindergarten on Saturdays (what kind of kindergarten is this? Children should experience more group life!), and with no one to look after her at home, she had to come every time. Although the little boy was mostly well-behaved and played quietly at a distance, for some reason, he would always come over to watch the excitement at crucial moments—already knowing how to protect his father from being cuckolded at such a young age?
But the main reason was that I myself "couldn't bear to." My original plan was to make my move on her on the third or fourth time, just like I usually did with other wives (and a few times the little boy fell asleep on the sofa, which was a good opportunity). But after a few weeks of contact, I discovered that she was a very different kind of young woman: simple and quiet, yet charming and alluring; introverted and shy, but with a burning passion hidden deep inside that even she herself couldn't perceive; deeply in love with her husband, but also seemingly harboring a subtle attachment to a capable and considerate middle-aged man like me; loyal in love, but also seemingly able to accept the thrill of "limited infidelity."
Such a seemingly calm but passionate and lovely young woman must be a special gift from heaven! So I changed my plan and decided to start with "emotion" to achieve the goal of having both "sex" and "emotion." I wanted to play hard to get. My nimble fingers not only wanted to explore the young woman's mysterious, private parts, but also to scratch the deepest part of her heart, where I would carve my name, Xu Bowen, into her heart!
So I dropped my pretense and launched a tender offensive. During the massage, I would often lean down and whisper sweet nothings in her ear, making her blush and laugh. At first, she seemed a little uncomfortable with the feeling of my "masculine scent" on her cheek, but later she not only got used to it, but her shy eyes would also reveal a warm and pleased expression. Every few days, I would call her, and the content of the calls gradually changed from asking about the children and her illness to simple greetings, chatting, and jokes. From her initial surprise (almost delighted) and hesitant responses to my calls, she gradually became relaxed, natural, and open with me. Once, she even playfully complained, "Why haven't you called these past few days?"—a delightful and slightly coquettish remark (I imagine she blushed with embarrassment at her lapse in composure). After each call, I felt our relationship deepen. I also noticed that when we met at the clinic, she became increasingly hesitant to meet my gaze, averting her eyes and blushing sweetly.
Gradually, I "naturally" took on a role closer to her than just a friend.
One Friday night, several colleagues and friends dragged me to a disco. The deafening music was getting irritating, and I was about to make an excuse to leave when my phone rang. Seeing the number instantly brightened my mood—it was her! This was the first time she had ever called me!
I quickly went to the only quiet place in the disco—the restroom—to answer it.
"What's wrong? Why did it take you so long to answer the phone—"
Her sweet voice, with its coquettish tone, made my heart melt.
"Oh, it's Yuxin! What a coincidence, I was just about to call you! ...Don't believe me? You can ask Guo Juan, she's here too... Hmm, we're at the disco, and as soon as I said I wanted you to come, she urged me to call right away. And here you are...it's like we're telepathically connected..."
I never dared to even think of asking her out, but this time, her deskmate Guo Juan happened to be there, so I thought it was the perfect opportunity and casually invited her. While on the phone, I stood in front of the urinal and pulled out my hard "Little Xu Doctor," recalling the silver thread connecting her labia minora to her panties last time, and started stroking it.
She stammered that it was nothing serious, just that she had been sitting online for too long today, and her lower back was a little sore, and she wanted to ask if I was alright. After going around in circles, I finally understood—her husband was away on a business trip, and her son had been taken away to play by his grandparents. She was bored at home alone, so she was looking for an excuse to chat with me.
What a perfect opportunity!
"What did you just say? A disco? Hmm… I never go to those places, they're too noisy… What? Guo Juan is here too? Hmm—well… okay, but…"
"No buts! Since you've never been before, come and see what's new. Chatting with an old classmate is better than staying cooped up at home! It's settled, I'll wait for you at the door!"
Then I gave her the address.
Fifteen minutes later, the young woman, Yu Xin, chatted intimately with Guo Juan while curiously looking around the disco—it seemed she really was a first-timer. Then, to the few slow waltzes playing that night, I embraced the half-willing young woman and we danced in the dimly lit dance floor.
This was the first time I had touched her body without being a doctor, and the feeling was completely different. Her supple, boneless waist, the occasional touch of her breasts against my chest, the wafting fragrance, her sweet breath, and the shy way she turned her face away when I looked at her—all these things gave me a fleeting illusion of first love.
The desire aroused by this romance was particularly persistent; my little brother remained erect for four dances without showing any signs of weakness, occasionally pressing against Yu Xin's soft belly, making her blush.
To quickly dispel the embarrassment, I leaned down and teased her in her ear, "I'm sorry, it's not my fault. You look so beautiful tonight, it wanted to stand up and take a look..."
"Hmm?...You're so annoying—"
After a moment, she realized what I meant, blushing and gently punching me with the hand on my shoulder.
I continued to tell her jokes about the hospital and about Guo Juan. She listened with great interest, seemingly forgetting the hard object still pressing against her belly, occasionally giggling and twitching, gently rubbing against my little brother—it felt so good! I almost ejaculated.
"...As a patient, you have to cooperate with the doctor. If you don't listen to me next time and sit for so long, affecting my treatment, I'll spank you..."
While saying some considerate words, I would occasionally tease her a little, and then admire the blush that would instantly appear on her face after she understood—it was priceless!
That day, since it was the first time I asked her out, I politely offered to take her home early, but in my heart I was thinking, "Isn't no one home? Is it...?"
Then I was immediately disappointed—she asked me to take her back to her parents' house, saying she needed to call her husband who was away on a business trip.
Damn it! I'm out having fun, while I'm keeping my wife under my "remote control"! It seems that the only time to make my move in the future is during the day.
The joke about "spanking" that I made while dancing actually came true the next day!
Of course, it was completely outside my plan.
That day, the little tagalong finally didn't come (it seems his grandfather and uncle took him out to play). When she arrived, it was almost five o'clock in the afternoon, and it was just the two of us in the clinic. As usual, she took off her top and lay on the examination bed waiting for me. Her jeans accentuated her round, shapely buttocks, making my throat dry again. She probably realized that wearing a dress for acupuncture would require taking it off completely, leaving her practically in a bikini, which would be embarrassing, so she's been wearing pants lately.
But she didn't know that the alluring sight of her pants half-down on her thighs, revealing her round buttocks, was actually more to my liking!
And each time, she would only unbutton the front and unzip the zipper before lying on the bed waiting for me—she'd probably gotten used to my considerate actions of half-undressing and then putting her pants back on. But I also noticed that every time I pulled down her pants, it was precisely when her ears were reddest.
That time, when I pulled her pants down to her buttocks, I discovered she was wearing the sexiest pair of underwear she'd ever worn: not only was it thin and sheer white, but it was also so narrow that it exposed most of her plump, white buttocks, only slightly wider than a thong. What was truly deadly was that the crotch area didn't seem to have a double layer; through the narrow gap between her buttocks and thighs, the pink and plump shape of her labia were vaguely visible! When I pulled down her jeans, her snow-white buttocks, suddenly exposed to the air, trembled, making my heart and hands tremble too.
Good heavens! Even if I'm handsome, don't tempt me like this!
Looking at the plump, round, and tender buttocks of this married woman, I had a sudden inspiration. I pressed on a few of her lumbar vertebrae and asked softly, "You said yesterday that it was a little sore again. Is it here?"
"A little higher... um, that's right..." "
Sigh, your spine isn't something to joke about. Repeated flare-ups will worsen your condition, you know? I told you not to sit for so long, but you wouldn't listen, like a child! You deserve a spanking!"
I said to her in a doting tone, like a parent scolding a child, and then "casually and naturally" slapped her bare, snowy buttocks with a "smack," my heart pounding with nervous excitement!
She probably didn't expect me to actually spank her. She paused for a moment, then scolded, "What are you doing...spanking me..."
Embarrassed, she couldn't continue, and tried to cover it up with an excuse: "I was just so bored at home! If I wasn't sitting and surfing the internet, was I supposed to stand?"
Seeing that she wasn't really angry, my heart fluttered. I pretended to continue scolding her, "Still arguing! Is your health more important than surfing the internet? I'll teach you to be disobedient! I'll teach you to argue!"
But my hand went a step further, slapping each of her two snow-white buttocks twice. These four slaps were slightly harder than before, and two faint red handprints immediately appeared on her snow-white skin. Seeing this, my already hard penis almost "spurted milk." This time, the young woman only let out an "oh" and stopped talking, burying her face in the pillow, her ears and the back of her neck already flushed red, her body trembling slightly. I took the opportunity to secretly lower my head, and a strong, fishy smell of female fluid wafted into my nostrils. Upon closer inspection, small damp patches had appeared on the young woman's crotch, slowly spreading like water droplets on rice paper, gradually revealing her previously indistinct labia. This was the first time I had spanked a married woman's buttocks during treatment, and the sensation was indescribable!
The young woman didn't get angry or reprimand me, which I think could be due to a few reasons: First, she was introverted and lacked experience in dealing with people, unsure how to handle this sexual harassment, and intimidated by the doctor's authority, could only remain shyly silent; second, perhaps she was still weighing the indecent act between having her private parts touched and being spanked, unsure of the relative severity, and thus kept quiet; third, she already had some... feelings for me, so she wasn't averse to my slightly suggestive intimate gestures; fourth, subconsciously, she might have a slight masochistic tendency to be spanked (especially by men other than her husband? Hehe)...
Judging from her shy, girlish expression these past few days, and the damp patches on her underwear, the third and fourth reasons are highly likely! I was immersed in the thrill and joy of a child's first misdeed, which they miraculously escaped, leaving them with no lingering worries.
Because, in my experience, as long as the young woman I harassed didn't get angry on the spot, she would never go home and become increasingly angry, telling her husband and causing trouble—I've diligently studied female psychology, you know! For example, would Yuxin go home and say to her husband, "Honey, today because I didn't follow the doctor's orders, the doctor got angry and pulled down my pants, spanking me hard… Waaah… I need you to get revenge…"
Hehe, wouldn't that make her like the silly girl in *The Legend of the Condor Heroes*?
During the subsequent "massage," I tried my best to control my impulses, managing to keep the "limits" at the original level. Even so, that day her vaginal fluids clearly exceeded the "historical level"—her crotch was soaked and transparent, and a few drops of vaginal fluid even dripped onto the mattress. When she got out of bed and discovered those "stains," she was so embarrassed she didn't know what to do, and hurriedly covered and wiped them with her hands when I wasn't "looking." Her flustered and embarrassed expression was so captivating that I couldn't bear to look (actually, I was stealing glances), haha.
It seems those few spanks really did have a "finishing touch" effect!
Having tasted the sweetness, in subsequent treatments, when I instructed her to inhale, exhale, raise her arms, or lift her legs, I would "naturally" pat or slap her half-naked buttocks, then thoroughly enjoy the alluring sight of her cute little bottom slowly turning red with each tremor, or the wet stains on her underwear gradually expanding.
Regarding this intimate act of spanking—which even her husband rarely did (I guess that's how it was)—the young woman went from initial panic to later resignation, and then gradually developed a shy acceptance, even seeming to enjoy it. Sometimes she would even coquettishly "protest" "Why are you spanking me again?" or "Why are you hitting me so hard?" It really made my heart itch!
Doesn't this signify that our relationship is heading towards the ambiguous state I "predicted"?
After successfully getting her to dance last time, I often chose evenings when her husband was away on business trips and her son was at her parents' house to invite her out for coffee. She would usually be a little hesitant at first, then gracefully arrive. And I could see that she had gradually started wearing light lipstick, eyeshadow, and eyebrow makeup.
Amidst the elegant saxophone music and the exotic aroma of cappuccino, my rambling thoughts often captivated her, and my witty humor frequently elicited smiles from her. I loved watching her pretty face flicker in the dim candlelight, poised yet alluring, playful yet shy. Whenever she met my tender gaze, her eyes would quickly look away, her almond-shaped face flushing slightly, and she would lower her head to stir her coffee, followed by a brief silence. But the silence was also romantic, even carrying a hint of ambiguity.
It was clear that the young woman was aware of the stirrings of certain feelings deep within her, yet was trying her best to suppress them. So sometimes she would say things in a rather cunning way, like, "It's so nice to have a close friend like you (deliberately emphasizing his words)," or "I wish I had a brother like you," or deliberately mention how capable her husband was, and so on.
Hey, does she think I'm some naive young boy? Just wait until she's under my thumb, then we'll see how she begs for mercy!
On the seventh Sunday after we met, I organized a picnic. The location was Baixing Mountain, about a two-hour drive from the city. There was an ancient village called "Xinghua Village" halfway up the mountain, and a long-abandoned reservoir at the summit. Surrounded by green mountains and bamboo groves, the scenery was delightful. This place was discovered by a few friends who love photography. Because it wasn't a scenic area and the mountain was high, few people came; only some fishermen would go to the trouble of climbing to the reservoir at the top.
My companions included my friend Chen Mengliang (whose wife, Han Ping, is also a virtuous and beautiful woman who will appear in the series "Playing with a Friend's Wife" and "Wife Swapping," so I'll skip that for now), his family of three, my colleagues Guo Juan and her husband, two photography enthusiasts, and of course, the leading lady, Pei Yuxin! And my adorable little tagalong. Since I'd already learned from the little tagalong last week that his father was going on another business trip this Sunday, I quickly planned this trip. When I told Yuxin, I even "specially" asked her to invite her husband to join us, haha…
Originally, I just considered this outing a lubricant step in my "seduction of Xinghua," but an unexpected surprise, like a pie falling from the sky, landed right on me.
We admired the ancient architecture and the simple folk customs of Xinghua Village halfway up the mountain, and everyone enthusiastically took many photos. Just as we were about to continue up the mountain, Yuxin secretly tugged at my sleeve and whispered, asking why there wasn't a toilet here. I casually pointed to the outhouse by the path: "Isn't that…"
I was immediately speechless. That wasn't a toilet at all—it had stone walls on the side, no door on the front, and besides the stench and flies, there wasn't even a place to put your feet. Several old men were squatting by the roadside eating and chatting, their faces turned towards the outhouse! Let alone a woman, even I wouldn't dare go there.
So I asked her if she could hold it in; there was a makeshift toilet at an old reservoir work station at the top of the mountain. She blushed and nodded, then followed the others up the mountain.
The little tagalong knew everyone immediately, and Chen Mengliang's daughter was about his age. As soon as they reached the top, they clung to each other, running and playing, having a wonderful time. When they couldn't run anymore, the two children took turns riding on the shoulders of several men, saying they wanted to have a race. In no time, the first few people disappeared into the winding mountain path, leaving only Yuxin and me lagging behind.
I thought she was too tired to walk anymore, so I turned around and encouraged her loudly, "Hang in there! Keep going, we'll be there in 20 more minutes!"
But then I saw something was wrong—she was leaning against the rock wall with one hand and covering her crotch with the other, her legs constantly crossing, her pretty face flushed.
"I...I...I can't hold it anymore, find me a place quickly..."
Turns out she needed to pee! I'd completely forgotten about that!
"Come with me!"
In this emergency, I grabbed her hand and ran into the nearby grove of trees.
After several twists and turns, we finally found a thicket of bushes beside a rock wall. Looking back, I couldn't see the path anymore, so I asked her, "Is this okay?"
"Yes! Yes! You go further away... Hey! Wait, can you get my bag?"
The young woman had just handed me her bag when she pushed me away from the bushes—she was really ungrateful!
"Go far away, watch the path over there, don't look back..."
I heard her unbuckling her belt after only a few steps; she really was in a hurry, hehe! I pretended not to hear and turned around to ask, "What?"
"Eek—I told you not to turn around... Hurry up..."
Seeing me turn around, she quickly pulled her pants, which had already fallen to her buttocks, back up, her snow-white bottom flashing between her pink t-shirt and blue jeans.
I turned and left politely, thinking, women are really strange. I've seen your bare bottom before, hehe...
I hadn't gone far when I heard a rapid, hissing sound behind me—poor little grass on the ground!
I leaned against a large locust tree and lit a cigarette. In the quiet woods, apart from the occasional birdsong, there was only the soft sound of the young woman urinating, making my heart itch and my throat dry. I really wanted to rush over and "take her right there and then." Suddenly, I remembered her bag was still in my hand. With my hands empty, what would I use to wipe myself after I finished urinating? I pulled a tissue from her bag, waiting for her to call me to bring it over, which would be...
Before I could even take a few puffs of my cigarette, I heard
a scream, followed by the sound of hurried footsteps and then a thud.
In the blink of an eye, the instant Yu Xin fell, I was there, quickly crouching down to help her up and holding her in my arms, asking with concern, "What happened?"
"Snake! Snake! There's a snake... Waaah..."
Yu Xin, her face pale, was still trembling with fear, sobbing uncontrollably in my arms.
"Don't be afraid, I'm here!..."
I comforted her, patting her back. But as I continued patting downwards, I touched her bare waist and—a bare bottom!
She must have been scared halfway through peeing by the snake, so panicked she ran out without even putting on her pants. She tripped over the pants wrapped around her knee and fell, hehe…
At that moment, I was squatting, and she was half-squatting, half-kneeling, leaning against me. I comforted her for a while before she gradually calmed down. Perhaps the fright was too intense, because she didn't realize her bare bottom was also being "comforted" by my caresses—maybe her bottom had gotten used to the intimate contact of my hand?
Touching the beautiful married woman's bare bottom, my little brother was also hard from being pressed against her knee. Suddenly realizing I still had a tissue in my hand, a bold and brilliant idea instantly formed in my mind.
"Okay, okay, I'll go get revenge on that snake later (thinking I'm too busy repaying a debt of gratitude). Look at you, you're so scared you've wet your bottom, aren't you ashamed… Here, let me wipe it for you…"
Before she could fully react, I slid my hand from the deep crease of her buttocks to her private parts, wiping her wet, tender vulva with the tissue a few times.
"Oh dear—you…"
She realized what was happening and tried to push me away in embarrassment. But in that struggle, the already damp tissue tore, allowing my index and middle fingers to directly touch the tender flesh inside her vulva—good heavens! It felt warm, delicate, soft, moist, and slippery, and was even pulsating!
For some reason, the young woman stopped struggling the moment the tissue tore. Her body trembled slightly, then she nestled softly into my arms, letting my two fingers slide inside her damp vulva. When my fingertips "inadvertently" brushed against her protruding clitoris, she trembled slightly twice.
Feeling the soft, shy trembling of my "prey" in my arms, I was satisfied. I took a tissue from her bag and softly asked, "It's still wet, do you want to wipe it again?"
"Um... oh no, no need... I haven't... finished peeing yet..."
She shyly pushed me away, but didn't pull up her pants. She half-squatted in front of me with her bare bottom, then glanced nervously at the bushes beside her. "You... don't go far... don't look! Turn around quickly..."
Hey, are all women like this, crossing the river and then turning away?
This time I didn't listen to her. Another extremely brilliant idea came to mind and I immediately put it into action: I walked behind her and squatted down.
When she said "Gan—", I had already hooked my hands around her knees; when she said "—Ma ya", I had already lifted her up, her feet off the ground, like I was helping a little girl pee. After a series of decisive and swift actions, I whispered in her ear, "This is the safest way! With your brother (Yinggege) here, Snake won't dare to bully you anymore... Now pee without worry, shh—shh..."
This time, the young woman was mortified. She kicked her legs and twisted her buttocks wildly, afraid that her cries would attract the attention of her friends in front, her pretty face turning bright red. But her knees were already firmly held by me, pressed tightly against her chest, so she couldn't muster any strength. Before long, the young woman went limp in my arms, lowered her head and whispered angrily, "You... are the most... vulgar doctor in the world... stinky... rogue! If others find out, how... can I face them?"
While cursing the rogue, she couldn't help but let out a stream of urine.
I pulled her knees back a little tighter and peeked over her shoulder, but I could only see her full, protruding mons pubis and glossy black pubic hair; I still couldn't see the beautiful sight of the young woman urinating from her private parts—if only there were a mirror in front of her, it would be such a pity!
I pressed my already rock-hard penis against her buttocks, kissing her near her ear while whispering intermittently, "Yuxin...you're so beautiful...you know...even your pee is...so fragrant and alluring...look at yourself down there...so much pee...why did it stop...let me feel if there's any left..."
I saw the stream of urine between the young woman's legs go from a gush to intermittent, and then disappeared, but I could still feel it dripping down her folds. So, I slid one hand down her leg into her wet folds, found her clitoris, and gently circled it a few times with the lubrication of the urine, then dotted it a little. The young woman shuddered, and several more thin, urgent streams of urine gushed out between her legs.
When I lowered her legs and wiped her urine with a tissue, she no longer resisted. Instead, she nestled softly in my arms, shyly letting me do as I pleased. This time, I inserted my fingers into her crotch from the front, so each time I wiped back along the fold, I would stop at her fully exposed clitoris, press and rub it in a circle, making her body tremble. Her head was no longer lowered in embarrassment, but instead rested on my shoulder, swaying slightly. Her hot, pink cheeks rubbed against my neck and chin like a kitten, her lips pursed and her breath sweet and fragrant…
I used tissue after tissue, but I couldn’t dry her. Finally, I “couldn’t stand it anymore” and held the tissue in front of the young woman, pointing to the white, sticky fluid on it. I whispered teasingly in her ear, “Baby, this doesn’t look like pee. Why is it sticky and white…”
She was so embarrassed that she stood up abruptly, kicking me as she pulled on her pants, “You pervert! You pervert! You got what you wanted and now you… I’ll never talk to you again… Ouch…”
One kick was too hard, and she almost fell again, but luckily I caught her in time.
Her tight-fitting pants clung to her hips, and I took the opportunity to pinch her fair and delicate bottom a few times, which provoked her little pink fists to pound me all over. ...
The rest of the story about our trip to the mountain is best left unsaid, since it doesn't involve any erotic content and I'm sure you guys wouldn't be interested. Anyway, from then on, "spanking" and "wiping her bottom" became our private "romantic tales" (I don't think even her husband gets this treatment, hehe). And every time we talked about it, I noticed that she would subconsciously twist her bottom or squeeze her legs together, and the tacit shyness that appeared on her pretty face at the same time seemed to indicate that the veil between us was getting thinner and thinner, more and more fragile, almost as if it could be broken with a breath...
Okay, that's enough about Yuxin's story for now.
This piece serves as a prelude to the entire series. Through the typical and intriguing "case" of the young woman Pei Yuxin, I aim to introduce my professional background and personality preferences, providing a basic understanding of Dr. Xu's "seduction" process and laying the groundwork for later chapters. Therefore, the narrative is not particularly strong and may seem somewhat drawn-out; I hope you will understand.
Of course, what you'll find most unforgivable is the lack of sex scenes in this piece. But wait, the story of Pei Yuxin isn't over yet—coffee, dancing, a spanking, her genitals touched, and even wiping her bottom after she urinated—do you think sex is far off?

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