Health check-up by a beautiful doctor

On the first day of school when I turned sixteen, our homeroom teacher assigned us something rather troublesome. "Health checkup," 　　she

said, adjusting her glasses. "Our school has arranged with a nearby public clinic, and a doctor will be giving us health checks this week. It's roughly like this from the school..."

Watching her draw a rough map on the blackboard, I frowned, thinking, "A health checkup..."

Health checks weren't usually anything to worry about, but I'd heard this year's would be a little different. Besides the physical examination, we also had to prove we were fully developed. That meant we'd have to proudly stand before a doctor we'd never met. How embarrassing! Especially since I didn't have a single hair down there. I knew from listening to my friends' lewd remarks that I was a bit slow to develop; not only was my Adam's apple not very prominent, but I was also completely bald. But I didn't want to be seen as a slut, so I always changed alone in the toilet stall during PE class. Exposing my private parts to a stranger, even a doctor, made me feel incredibly embarrassed. "Remember! You absolutely have to go!" My

homeroom teacher, turning around and probably seeing everyone's impatient expressions, slammed those words down. I couldn't help but sigh. Hoping for a quicker death, I took advantage of the free afternoon on the first day of school to go for a health checkup. Public clinics always have long lines of elderly people waiting to be seen. I waited in the long queue for half an hour before finally being able to explain my purpose to the nurse at the counter. The nurse smiled and pointed to a sign across the street indicating the room number. I smiled awkwardly; apparently, I didn't need to queue. All that waiting time was for nothing. My initial determination had vanished, and thinking about what I was about to face, my hand hesitated to knock. I knocked lightly, and a frail voice invited me in. Pushing open the door, I saw an elderly doctor with gray hair, probably in his fifties. He looked up and said, "You went to XX Middle School, right? Come, please sit over there." He then pointed to a wooden chair in the corner.

"Are you wearing glasses?"

I asked, shaking my head as the doctor got up and walked to the projector in front of me. "Okay. Let's begin then,"

the old doctor said with a smile, appearing very kind and approachable, which immediately put me at ease. With such a kind old man around, the matter that was about to happen wouldn't seem so awkward. The old doctor then turned on the projector, turned off the lights, and asked me to read the various English letters and numbers on the slide. I read through all the words on the slide, sometimes with my left eye closed, sometimes with my right. Finally, he asked me to tell him which line looked thicker within a circle made up of many straight lines. The whole process took about twenty minutes. The lights came back on, and the old doctor directed me to sit in his writing chair, while also asking for my student ID. "You don't have much nearsightedness."

The old doctor copied my name, student ID, and other information onto the medical record, smiling as he said, "But your astigmatism is quite severe, remember not to look in the eye."

"Okay."

I nodded in response, thinking the real show was about to begin, but I wasn't nervous at all. After all, this old doctor was older than my father. "Alright, take this form to room 208 for your physical exam."

He said, returning my medical record and student ID to me. "Huh?"

I was taken aback, thinking that the eye exam and physical exam were done together. "It's the fifth room on the right after you go out."

Perhaps seeing my confused look, the old doctor assumed I didn't know the way, his voice still as kind and friendly as ever. I walked to another door not far away with the medical record, thinking that if this doctor was younger, he would laugh at me for not having a hair on my face, and I couldn't help but feel like it was raining heavily. I knocked on the door in my wild thoughts, and after vaguely hearing the response, I pushed the door open and went in. "Are you here for a health check? Please sit down."

The doctor in front of me stood up politely and waved his hand to the wooden chair in front of him, gesturing for me to sit down. But I was stunned, holding the doorknob and opening my mouth, completely stunned. Because the person in front of me was not only a young doctor, but also a young "female" doctor. Thinking of the situation that I would face later, my mood was suddenly filled with thunder and lightning under the heavy rain, and my heart kept pounding, thinking about whether I should say that I knocked on the wrong door, and then run away to go home and check again next time. "Here for a health check? Come on, don't be embarrassed, I'm a doctor!"

The young female doctor smiled at me and kindly pulled me into the room. She probably sensed my apprehension from my flustered expression. "Don't be afraid, I'm a doctor,"

I said, half-heartedly sitting down in the chair. The doctor took my medical record from my hand, smiling and repeating her professional manner, hoping to allay my concerns. But I had a feeling that her professional smile was a bit too much; it was getting a little funny

. "Are you Yuan, classmate? I'm Dr. Huang."

The doctor sat in another chair in front of me, looking at my medical record, and I responded hesitantly. This Dr. Huang wasn't exactly beautiful, but she was definitely not ugly either. She had a pointed face and wore silver-rimmed glasses, giving her a professional look. She wore light makeup, but some crow's feet were still visible around her eyes. Considering university and internships, becoming a licensed doctor meant at least twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, and studying medicine was more demanding than other fields, so some crow's feet weren't surprising. Perhaps because the room was air-conditioned, on this hot day, she wore a light blue, wide-necked sweater under her white doctor's coat, which looked warm and cozy. "Okay, please take off your clothes,"

Dr. Huang said, looking up after putting down the medical record. "Huh? Take off my clothes!?"

Were they getting to the point so quickly? Lost in thought, I was startled by this sudden statement. "You don't think I can do a stethoscope through my clothes, do you?"

Dr. Huang joked, his smile widening, probably finding my expression amusing. I lowered my head, using the unbuttoning of my shirt to avoid Dr. Huang's gaze, inwardly cursing myself for being too sensitive. At the same time, I was filled with anxiety, the thought of having to raise my bald flag in front of this strange woman made my heart pound in my chest, uneasy and unsure of what to do. After all, apart from my mother and sister seeing me when I was little, I had never let anyone else see me, let alone raise a flag in front of me! My heart was pounding so hard I could hear it pounding

, and I just hoped that Dr. Huang would get embarrassed and we could all get by. A sudden, cold touch brought me back to reality; the icy stethoscope pulled me back to the present. Dr. Huang pressed the stethoscope against my left chest while glancing at his watch, counting down the seconds. After a while, he moved it elsewhere and told me to take a few deep breaths. This was repeated several times, and finally, as usual, he shone a flashlight into my throat and felt my barely noticeable Adam's apple. "All done,"

Dr. Huang said, picking up a pen to write on the medical record. But just as I was about to button my shirt, he stopped me, pointing to another door across the room and saying, "Please take off your shoes and lie down on the bed in that room and wait for me."

"Finally,"

I sighed inwardly, walking step by step towards the room, feeling a bit like I was going to my execution. I opened the door, took off my shoes, climbed onto the pure white hospital bed, and quietly waited for the executioner to arrive. The waiting time seemed to pass especially slowly. I looked at the white ceiling and felt the same

emotions Jing Ke felt when he attempted to assassinate the King of Qin: "The wind howls, the Yi River is cold, the hero departs, never to return." Suddenly, the sound of footsteps

rang out, instantly extinguishing any sense of despair I felt. A chill ran down my spine, and my body stiffened: "It's...it's really coming!!"

Dr. Huang's white figure appeared beside the bed, smiling before speaking. He casually placed the medical record on the chair beside the bed and said to my stiffened body, "Don't be afraid, it's just some simple examination."

I gave a wry smile, thinking, "I know, but there's one place I don't really want to be examined."

At the same time, I hoped again that Dr. Huang would be embarrassed and that we could just gloss over it. Dr. Huang pressed rhythmically on my right abdomen and then asked if it hurt. I shook my head. He then pressed on several different places on my stomach with the same technique and asked again if it hurt. I shook my head in response. "Okay, get up, that's about it."

When Dr. Huang told me to get up, I could hardly believe my ears. My worst fear hadn't come true. My mood instantly brightened, like fireworks exploding in my heart. I sat up happily, thinking that Dr. Huang was, after all, a young woman, and of course she would be shy about this kind of examination. It was best to gloss over it so no one would feel awkward. "Finally…"

Just as I was about to get out of bed, Dr. Huang, who had been sitting in the chair writing the medical record, looked up and said those two words with a smile. "Finally…finally?"

I murmured, repeating myself, a sudden feeling of unease washing over me. I looked at Dr. Huang's faint smile, but a chill ran down my spine. "Uneasy? Why am I uneasy?"

I wondered. Was it because Dr. Huang's smile seemed so familiar? When did I see that smile before? Right! Right!! Didn't that girl in my class give me the same smile before she threw my wallet downstairs?! "Please take off your pants one last time, it's the final check."

Sure enough... Looking at Dr. Huang's radiant smile, I felt a darkness descend upon my future. "What's meant to happen will happen."

This phrase suddenly popped into my mind, and I thought, "Is this what they call fate?"

I couldn't help but sigh. "Don't be afraid, I'm a doctor. Hurry up and take them off, just halfway."

Dr. Huang urged me, a mischievous glint in his eyes. Sitting on the edge of the bed, my hand reached for the belt at his urging, but untying it felt like putting a noose around my neck. Overwhelmed by shame, I exposed my featherless virginity to a strange woman. "Huh!? No feathers?"

The words struck me like a hammer blow. I lowered my head, unable to meet Dr. Huang's slightly surprised expression, my right hand clenching involuntarily. At that moment, I wanted to cry. "It's alright. Not having hair doesn't mean you're not fully developed."

Perhaps realizing her unintentional remark had hurt my pride, Dr. Huang spoke while stroking my head, comforting me like a child. But I felt all the blood rushing to my face. "Do you usually get erections?"

Dr. Huang asked gently, nodding helplessly. I imagine my face was probably glowing red. "Then please give me a demonstration."

Dr. Huang gently patted my burning face with his cool hands, speaking casually, "Come on, close your eyes, imagine, and show the doctor your masculinity."

I closed my eyes as instructed. Actually, I had wanted to close my eyes and crawl into a hole for a long time, but demonstrating masculinity was proving difficult. Although I tried hard to recall the porn I saw at my friend's house, imagining various AV actresses dancing naked in front of me, my little brother remained as still as a mountain, refusing to show its face. "Impotent." These two words

suddenly flashed through my mind. Raising one's penis in front of a woman is merely impolite, but if one cannot get an erection in front of a woman, it is a lifelong mark of shame, especially when she asks you to demonstrate your masculinity. Now I was even more anxious, trying my best to imagine all sorts of obscene scenes. The more anxious I became, the more fragmented the images became, and eventually, I really couldn't get an erection. "How is it? Is it not working?"

After what seemed like an eternity, Dr. Huang finally spoke. But I was too ashamed to reply, feeling like a defeated chick

. "You're too tense. Relax a little."

Dr. Huang stood up, patted my head, and his tone sounded quite cheerful: "The examination won't be finished until we're sure you're not lying."

This is what they mean by kicking someone when they're down. "Wait a minute, I have some good stuff for you."

Dr. Huang patted my head, which was drooping as low as it could go, and walked out leisurely, followed by the sound of a drawer opening. When she returned, I saw Dr. Huang had a magazine in her hand. She handed it to me, saying, "Here, this should be alright, right?"

It was Playboy!! The legendary number one pornographic magazine, popular worldwide. I'd only ever glimpsed its cover at newsstands before, and now it was in my hands. Holding Playboy in my hands, I felt a surge of excitement. Suddenly, I felt Dr. Huang watching me with a knowing smile. There wasn't a hint of lewdness, but I felt her gaze held a certain malice, which made me very embarrassed. My excitement at getting Playboy instantly cooled, and Dr. Huang sat back down on the wooden chair by the bed, gesturing for me to leave

, but her lewd gaze remained fixed on me. I held the magazine up to block Dr. Huang's embarrassing gaze and turned to the first page. A stunning blonde beauty with a perfect figure, wearing a fishnet outfit that revealed her alluring curves. Long golden hair, seductive green eyes, and her full, rounded breasts, with two fingers spreading her pink pubic area, were enough to make any man's blood boil. But I wasn't; my mind wasn't on that fiery woman at all. I felt like Dr. Huang's gaze was piercing through the thick magazine and staring at me, making me incredibly uncomfortable. I turned the pages one by one; every woman in the book was a sexy bombshell, but I felt that gaze fixed on me growing increasingly intense. I quickly peeked at Dr. Huang from the side of the book, and sure enough, he was staring straight at me. That malicious gaze lingered in my mind, and the alluring bodies of those Playboys flashed before my eyes like a fleeting glance. Before I knew it, I'd turned to the last page, but my little bird was still nestled between my legs. "How is it? Still not working?"

Dr. Huang asked, taking the magazine from my hands. But now I couldn't even manage a bitter smile. "You're not lying to the doctor?"

Dr. Huang stood up and asked gently. My face flushed, my head bowed, wishing I could just have a stroke and die. "I really can't do anything with you~"

Dr. Huang laughed, and a sense of crisis suddenly surged through me. I remembered! I remembered!! That look, that smile—the girls in my class would always have a similar expression when they wanted to bully me. "Wait a minute."

Dr. Huang rushed out like a whirlwind, her long, black hair tracing a semicircle in the air, but she instantly returned, now holding a pair of milky-white disposable rubber gloves. Watching Dr. Huang put on the gloves, I felt a chill. Every time I saw that expression, it was accompanied by misfortune. The milky-white gloves, slightly transparent from the stretching, clung tightly to Dr. Huang's slender, nimble fingers. Then she took a small bottle of lotion from her pocket and applied it evenly to her hands. I wondered suspiciously, "Is...is she going to do a palpation?"

But being unable to get an erection has nothing to do with getting anal sex, right? Could it be the legendary prostate massage?! Watching Dr. Huang move her fingers in front of me, I thought, "Dr. Huang's fingers are so delicate, it won't hurt too much when I insert them, will it?" My mind was racing with random thoughts, and my buttocks involuntarily clenched. "Are you ready?"

Dr. Huang leaned down, almost face-to-face, and asked. But I was completely oblivious; my previous random thoughts vanished without a trace, my entire being captivated by one thing… "Cleavage!!!"

Those three words were all that remained in my mind. Dr. Huang's snow-white breasts, supported by her black lace bra, formed a deep cleavage. Through the wide neckline of her sweater, I saw a breathtakingly beautiful snow-capped mountain. Seeing a woman's full, snow-white breasts for the first time, I was completely mesmerized, losing track of time, my gaze fixed greedily on Dr. Huang's beautiful cleavage. It wasn't until the doctor straightened up that I realized my rudeness. My eyes darted awkwardly upwards, wondering if she'd noticed me peeking at her cleavage. The doctor smiled at me and said, "I'm tired. Can we begin?"

Her mischievous eyes and playful voice made it sound like she was asking, "Pretty?"

"Um...um,"

I mumbled. Seeing the doctor applying lotion to her hands again—the previous lotion had probably dried—I realized I'd been staring at her chest for who knows how long, even the lotion had dried, and my ears started to burn. How embarrassing!! "Let's begin."

Dr. Huang sat down beside me, her soft body pressing against me. Her fluffy sweater clung to my arm, a soft, bouncy sensation spreading with its warmth. I reflexively flinched, but the doctor pulled me closer, wrapping her arms around my waist and pressing her chest against my arm. Then, she whispered in my ear, "Have you ever tried masturbation?"

I dared not answer, nor could I utter a sound. I only felt a ticklish sensation in my ear as she whispered, a strange feeling that made me involuntarily tilt my head away. But the doctor insisted on speaking close to my ear, her hot breath enveloping it as she said, "Yes? No? This is related to the examination!"

I nodded reluctantly, feeling my neck burning, but Dr. Huang went on to ask an even more embarrassing question: "So, how do you usually do it?"

I bit my lip, my face flushed, and shook my head resolutely. I couldn't see the doctor's face because she was too close to me, but I felt she seemed to be secretly laughing, saying, "You're so stubborn~ Come on! Tell the doctor, do you usually do it like this?"

A cold finger touched my chest, then drew circles around my nipples. The areas where his fingers touched felt cool because of the lotion, but a fire ignited in my chest, and the blood on my face seemed to gather in my chest. "Hmm, there's a reaction now,"

Dr. Huang said, almost whispering in my ear, but I didn't react to the warm, moist sensation. I kept my eyes tightly closed, enduring the tingling and itching in my chest, while a strong doubt lingered in my mind: "Is this really how examinations are done?"

But I didn't have the courage to ask, nor did I have the chance. Because the doctor's fingers suddenly swept across my abdomen, hovering over my penis. The slippery fingers first moved back and forth from the base to the glans, then the palm of his hand grasped the scrotum and rubbed it, while not forgetting to lightly brush the inside of my thighs with his fingertips. My little bird writhed unconsciously, struggling to stand up little by little in the doctor's hands. Ignoring my own willpower, it heated up and hardened until I felt as if I were holding a red-hot steel rod. "Oh~~! Isn't it hard now?"

The doctor's mischievous voice rang in my ears, and I couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. Just when I thought this humiliating health examination would end with my brother's triumphant sigh, the doctor grabbed my penis and began to stroke it up and down. "You could have gotten really hard and hot, but you wouldn't get it up just now. Tell me—were you pretending to be stupid, trying to fool the doctor into being nice to you?"

A wave of pleasure surged from my lower body. The white rubber gloves, lubricated by the lotion, moved effortlessly back and forth along my shaft. The inorganic plastic left waves of pleasure on my sensitive glans. The doctor's nimble hands moved up and down with a slight twisting motion, applying more pressure at the coronal phallus. Under this skillful manipulation, my upper body involuntarily leaned back, my erection rising in search of even greater pleasure. I braced my elbows against the hospital bed for protection, and seeing the doctor's slight smile, I managed to utter, "I...I didn't..."

"Stubborn indeed. Come on~ tell the doctor, is this comfortable?"

The doctor's hand moved faster, the intense pleasure almost making me close my eyes. But a sliver of reason and shame made me grit my teeth and turn my head away, unable to answer her humiliating question. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Dr. Huang frown, saying with a hint of reproach, "I really can't do anything with you! I don't like disobedient patients!"

She then pinched my penis hard. "Ouch!!! So...so comfortable!"

I cried out in pain. "Hmm! That's a good girl."

The doctor's touch instantly softened into a gentle rubbing, the stinging sensation transforming into a warm current spreading through the gun, reigniting the interrupted pleasure. The doctor moved closer, almost nose to nose with me, and said, "Here's a reward for you, only good boys get!"

Then she sealed my lips with hers. My eyes widened in surprise. "This...this is also part of the examination!?"

But that thought quickly faded. The doctor's tongue seemed to secrete an intoxicating saliva, and my tongue passively followed hers, a slightly sweet sensation spreading in my mouth. The doctor's hand also changed from stroking to applying pressure to the glans, but the pleasure only intensified. "Ahhh..."

Overwhelmed by pleasure, I couldn't help but let out a long breath, my eyes closed, as the doctor's deep, suffocating kiss faded. Everything seemed a little unreal. The doctor's lips moved from my neck to my chest, and then his soft, warm tongue began to lick between my left breasts. The electric-like numbness didn't reach my brain, but instead flowed to the base of the penis, mixing with the pent-up tingling and creating an irresistible wave. Then, under the doctor's skillful guidance, it burst forth like a dam breaking through the barrier between my urethra... "Ahhhhhh!"

I let out a long sigh, my legs involuntarily trembling. My consciousness went blank for a moment, completely immersed in the pleasure of ejaculation. When I came to my senses, I saw the doctor produce a bottle from somewhere, containing all the semen I had ejaculated, and he was massaging my penis from bottom to top, seemingly trying to squeeze out all the semen. "Oh dear, so fast. The palpation will have to wait until next time,"

the doctor said with a hint of regret, watching the remaining semen drip from my glans. "Next time?"

I thought about it doubtfully, but quickly became lost in the lingering sensation of the doctor massaging my penis. Finally, Dr. Huang stood up, straightened his clothes slightly, twisted the small bottle containing my semen shut, and said in the same tone he had used when I entered the room: "The examination is complete. Please get dressed."

Then he left. At this point, my rationality returned, and a strong sense of doubt immediately welled up in my mind: "This...a normal checkup shouldn't be done like this, right?"

But I wasn't sure; I didn't know if this was done for other people who couldn't get an erection. Looking at the hickey the doctor had left on my chest, I dressed, full of questions. When I went outside, the doctor was writing something, so I sat down on the wooden chair in front of him and waited quietly. "This...this...Dr. Huang, is this how a regular health checkup is done?"

After waiting for a while, almost suffocating from the questions, I finally mustered the courage to ask. The doctor looked up, adjusted his glasses, and said to me in a very serious tone, "When people come for examinations and have difficulties in this area, we usually offer them some assistance, everything is done according to the rules."

His eyes, however, gleamed with a strange light. "This… could that kiss be one too?"

I wondered to myself, unconsciously touching my lips, as if the soft, warm sensation still lingered. But I was bothered by the doctor's look just now; it was very similar to the look my female classmate next to me gave me when she was trying to trick me. I snapped out of my thoughts and saw the doctor give me a meaningful look, then smile and say, "Alright, that concludes today's examination. Please come to my private clinic for a follow-up appointment on Sunday morning."

He then handed me a business card. "A follow-up appointment!?"

I asked, puzzled. Didn't this prove my development was normal? "That's right. I noticed your heartbeat was irregular. It's best to come to my clinic for a detailed examination, and also to pick up the fertility report I'll prepare for you."

Dr. Huang said, shaking the bottle containing my semen. Irregular heartbeat!? I was just nervous!! Also, so a semen sample isn't required? Perhaps noticing my doubtful look, Dr. Huang frowned and said, "Just listen to me, I'm a doctor!"

His tone was slightly reproachful, but then he took my hand and saw me out. As he closed the door, he smiled and reminded me, "Remember your follow-up appointment on Sunday~ I'm looking forward to it~"

Then he disappeared behind the door. I looked at the business card in my hand. Dr. Huang's clinic was in the city center. I wondered, is this really how health checkups are done? Should I go to my follow-up appointment on Sunday, or not? On

the first day of school when I was sixteen, our homeroom teacher assigned us something rather troublesome. "Health checkup,"

the teacher said, adjusting her glasses. "Our school has arranged with a nearby public clinic; a doctor will be doing health checkups for us this week. It's about a walk from the school..."

Watching my homeroom teacher draw a rudimentary map on the blackboard, I frowned, thinking, "A health checkup..."

Health checks weren't usually anything to worry about, but I'd heard this year's would be a little different. Besides the physical exam, I'd also have to prove I was fully developed. That meant I'd have to proudly stand before a doctor I'd never met. How embarrassing! Especially since I hadn't grown a single hair down there. I knew from the lewd things my friends said that I was developing slowly; my Adam's apple wasn't very prominent, and I was completely bald. But I didn't want to look like a slut, so during PE class, I always changed alone in the toilet stall. Asking me to reveal my private information in front of a stranger, even if he was a doctor, made me feel incredibly embarrassed. "Remember! You absolutely must go!"

Turning around, the homeroom teacher, probably seeing everyone's impatient expressions, harshly uttered these words. I couldn't help but sigh inwardly. With the thought that the sooner the better, I took advantage of the afternoon I had no classes on the first day of school to go for a health checkup. Public clinics always have long lines of elderly people waiting to be seen. I waited in the long queue for half an hour before finally being able to explain my purpose to the nurse at the counter. The nurse smiled and pointed to a sign across the street, telling me to go to the room written on it. I smiled awkwardly; it turned out I didn't need to wait in line after all. That half hour of waiting was for nothing. My initial resolve to fight to the death had vanished after a bad start. Thinking about the situation I was about to face, my hand hesitated, unable to bring itself to knock. I knocked lightly, and a frail voice invited me in. Pushing open the door, I saw an elderly doctor with gray hair, who looked to be in his fifties. He looked up and said, "You went to XX Middle School, right? Come, please sit over there."

He then pointed to a wooden chair in the corner. "Are you wearing glasses?"

I asked, shaking my head as the doctor got up and walked to the projector in front of me. "Yes. Let's begin,"

the doctor said with a smile, his kind and approachable manner immediately putting me at ease. With such a kind old man around, the matter that was about to unfold wouldn't seem so awkward. Then the old doctor turned on the projector, turned off the lights, and asked me to read the various English letters and numbers on the slide. I read through all the words on the slide, sometimes with my left eye closed, sometimes with my right. Finally, he asked me to tell him which line looked thicker within a circle made up of many straight lines. The whole process took about twenty minutes. When the lights came back on, the old doctor directed me to sit in his writing chair and asked for my student ID. "Not much nearsightedness,"

the old doctor said with a smile as he copied my name, student ID, and other information onto the medical record, "but the astigmatism is quite severe, remember not to close your eyes."

"Okay,"

I nodded, thinking the real show was about to begin, but I wasn't nervous at all. After all, this old doctor was older than my father. "Alright, take this form to room 208 for your physical exam."

He handed me back my medical record and student ID. "Huh?"

I was taken aback, thinking that the eye exam and physical exam were done together. "It's the fifth room on the right after you go out."

Seeing my confused expression, the older doctor assumed I didn't know the way, his voice still as kind as ever. I took the medical record and walked to another door a short distance away, wondering if a younger doctor would secretly laugh at my lack of medical qualifications. My mood plummeted. Lost in thought, I knocked on the door, and after vaguely hearing a response, I pushed it open and went in. "You're here for a health check, right? Please have a seat."

The doctor politely stood up, gesturing for me to sit down on the wooden chair in front of him. But I was stunned, holding the doorknob and opening my mouth, completely stunned. Because the person in front of me was not only a young doctor, but also a young "female" doctor. Thinking of the situation that I would face later, my mood was suddenly filled with thunder and lightning under the heavy rain, and my heart kept pounding, thinking about whether I should say that I knocked on the wrong door, and then run away to go home and check again next time. "Are you here for a health checkup? Come on, don't be embarrassed, I'm a doctor!"

The young female doctor said to me with a smile, and kindly walked over and pulled me into the room. You may have guessed my concerns from my panicked expression. "Don't be afraid, I'm a doctor."

I half pushed and half sat down on the chair. The female doctor took the medical record from my hand and repeated her profession with a smile, hoping to eliminate my worries. But I always felt a

sense of unease beneath her professional smile, like, "This is going to be interesting." "Are you Yuan, classmate? I'm Dr. Huang."

The female doctor sat in the chair in front of me, looking at my medical record, and I responded hesitantly. This Dr. Huang wasn't pretty, but she was definitely not ugly. She had a pointed face and wore silver-rimmed glasses, looking quite professional. She wore light makeup, but I could still see some crow's feet at the corners of her eyes. Considering university and internships, becoming a licensed doctor would take at least 27 or 28 years old, and studying medicine is more demanding than other fields, so some crow's feet weren't surprising. Perhaps the air conditioning was on in the room; even on a hot day, the doctor was wearing a light blue, wide-necked sweater under his white coat, which looked warm and cozy. "Okay, please take off your clothes,"

Dr. Huang said, looking up after putting down the medical record. "Huh? Take off my clothes!?"

Were they getting to the point so quickly? Lost in thought, I was startled by this. "You don't think I can do a stethoscope through clothes, do you?"

Dr. Huang joked, his smile widening, probably finding my expression amusing. I lowered my head, using the unbuttoning of my shirt to avoid Dr. Huang's gaze, inwardly cursing myself for being overly sensitive. At the same time, I was filled with anxiety. The thought of having to raise my bald spot as a salute to this strange woman made my heart pound in my chest. I felt incredibly uneasy and didn't know what to do. After all, apart from my mother and sister when I was little, I had never been seen by outsiders, let alone raised a salute! My heart was pounding so hard I could hear it pounding

. I just hoped that Dr. Huang would feel embarrassed and we could all get by. Suddenly, a cold touch came, and the cold stethoscope pulled me back to reality. Dr. Huang pressed the stethoscope against my left chest while counting down the seconds on her watch. After a while, she moved it elsewhere and told me to take a few deep breaths. This was repeated several times, and finally, as was customary, Dr. Huang shone a flashlight on my throat and felt my barely noticeable Adam's apple. "All done."

Dr. Huang picked up a pen to write on the medical record, but just as I was about to button my shirt, he stopped me again, pointing to another door in the room and saying, "Please take off your shoes and lie down on the bed in that room and wait for me."

"Finally,"

I sighed inwardly, walking step by step towards the room, feeling somewhat like I was going to my execution. I opened the door, took off my shoes, climbed onto the pure white hospital bed, and quietly waited for the executioner to arrive. The waiting time seemed to drag on endlessly. Staring at the white ceiling, I felt the same way

Jing Ke felt during his assassination attempt on the Qin emperor: "The wind howls, the Yi River is cold, the hero departs, never to return."

Suddenly, the sound of footsteps echoed, instantly extinguishing my sense of grim determination. A chill ran down my spine, and my body stiffened: "It's...it's really coming!!"

Dr. Huang's white figure appeared beside the bed, smiling before speaking. He casually placed the medical record on the chair beside the bed and said to my stiffened body, "Don't be afraid, it's just some simple checks."

I gave a wry smile, thinking, "I know, but there's one place I don't really want to be checked."

At the same time, I hoped Dr. Huang would be embarrassed and we could just gloss over it. Dr. Huang pressed rhythmically on my right abdomen and asked if it hurt. I shook my head. She then pressed on several different spots on my stomach using the same technique, asking again if it hurt. I shook my head again. "Hmm, get up, that's about it."

Hearing Dr. Huang tell me to get up, I could hardly believe my ears. My worst fear hadn't come true. My mood instantly brightened, like fireworks exploding in my heart. I happily sat up, thinking that Dr. Huang was, after all, a young woman, and of course she would be shy about this kind of examination. It was best to gloss over it so that neither of us felt awkward. "Finally…"

Just as I was about to get out of bed, Dr. Huang, who had been sitting in the chair writing the medical record, looked up and smiled, uttering those two words. "The...finally?"

I murmured, repeating myself, a sudden feeling of unease washing over me. I looked at Dr. Huang's faint smile, a chill running down my spine. "Uneasy? Why am I uneasy?"

I wondered. Was it because Dr. Huang's smile seemed so familiar? When had I seen that smile before? Yes! That's right!! Didn't that girl in my class give me the same smile before she threw my wallet downstairs?! "Please take off your pants one last time; it's the final checkup."

Sure enough... I looked at Dr. Huang's radiant smile, yet felt a darkness descend upon my future. "What's meant to happen, can't be avoided."

This phrase suddenly popped into my head, and I thought, "Is this what they call fate?"

A sigh escaped my lips. "Don't be afraid, I'm a doctor. Hurry up and take it off, just halfway."

Dr. Huang urged me, a mischievous glint in his eyes. Sitting on the edge of the bed, my hand reached for the belt at his urging, but untying it felt like putting a noose around my neck. Overwhelmed by shame, I exposed my featherless genitals to a strange woman. "Huh!? No feathers?"

The words struck me like a hammer blow. I lowered my head, unable to look at Dr. Huang's slightly surprised expression, my right hand clenching involuntarily. At that moment, I wanted to cry. "It's alright. Not having hair doesn't mean you're not fully developed."

Perhaps realizing he'd unintentionally hurt my pride, Dr. Huang spoke while stroking my head, coaxing me like a child. But I felt all the blood rushing to my face. "Do you usually get erections normally?"

Dr. Huang asked gently, and I nodded helplessly. I imagine my face was probably glowing red. "Then please give us a demonstration."

Dr. Huang gently patted my burning face with his cool hand, speaking casually, "Come on, close your eyes, imagine, and show the doctor your masculinity."

I closed my eyes as instructed. Actually, I'd long wanted to close my eyes and crawl into a hole, but demonstrating masculinity was proving difficult. Although I tried hard to recall the porn I'd seen at my friend's house, fantasizing about various AV actresses dancing naked in front of me, my little brother remained as still as a mountain, refusing to show its face. "Impotent."

The word suddenly flashed through my mind. Raising one's penis in front of a woman is merely impolite, but failing to achieve an erection in front of a woman is a lifelong stain of shame, especially when she asks you to demonstrate your masculinity. Now I was even more anxious, trying to imagine all sorts of obscene scenes. But the more anxious I became, the more fragmented those images became, and finally, I really couldn't get an erection. "What's wrong? Can't it work?"

After what seemed like an eternity, Dr. Huang finally spoke. But I was too ashamed to reply, feeling like a defeated "little chicken

. " "You're too nervous, relax a bit."

Dr. Huang stood up, patted my head, and her tone sounded quite cheerful: "The examination won't be finished until we're sure you're not lying."

This is exactly the kind of situation where someone kicks someone when they're down. "Wait a minute, I have something nice for you."

Dr. Huang patted my head, which was drooping lower than ever, and walked out leisurely, followed by the sound of a drawer opening. When she returned, I saw Dr. Huang holding a magazine. She handed it to me, saying, "Here, is everything alright now?"

It was Playboy!! The legendary number one pornographic magazine, popular worldwide. I had only ever glimpsed its cover at newsstands before, and now it was in my hands. Holding Playboy in my hands, I felt a surge of excitement. Suddenly, I felt Dr. Huang watching me with a smile. There wasn't a hint of lewdness in her gaze, but I felt there was something unsettling about it, which made me feel awkward. My excitement at getting the Playboy instantly cooled down. Dr. Huang sat back down on the wooden chair by the bed, waved her hand in a "please"

gesture, but her unsettling gaze remained fixed on me. I raised the magazine to block Dr. Huang's awkward gaze and turned to the first page. A stunning blonde woman with a perfect figure, wearing a fishnet outfit that showcased her alluring body. Long golden hair, seductive green eyes, and beneath her full, rounded breasts, two fingers parted her pink genitals—enough to make any man's blood boil. But I wasn't. My mind wasn't on that fiery woman at all. I felt Dr. Huang's gaze piercing through the thick magazine, staring at me, making me incredibly uncomfortable. As I turned the pages, every woman in the book was a sexy bombshell, but I felt that gaze fixed on me growing increasingly intense. I quickly peeked at Dr. Huang from the side of the book, and sure enough, he was staring straight at me. That malicious gaze lingered in my mind; the alluring bodies of the Playboys were just fleeting glimpses in my eyes. Before I knew it, I'd reached the last page, but my little bird was still nestled between my legs. "How is it? Still not working?"

Dr. Huang asked, taking the magazine from my hands. But now, I couldn't even manage a wry smile. "You didn't lie to the doctor?"

Dr. Huang stood up and asked me gently. My face flushed, and I lowered my head, wishing I could just have a stroke and die right now. "I really can't do anything with you~"

Dr. Huang smiled, and a sense of crisis suddenly surged into my heart. I remembered! I remembered!! That look, that smile—the girls in my class would always have a similar expression when they wanted to bully me. "Wait for me."

Dr. Huang whirled out, her long, black hair drawing a semicircle in the air, but she came back in an instant, now holding a pair of milky-white disposable rubber gloves. Watching Dr. Huang put on the gloves, I was afraid. Every time I saw that expression, it was always accompanied by misfortune. The milky-white rubber gloves, slightly transparent from being stretched, clung tightly to Dr. Huang's slender, nimble fingers. Then she took a small bottle of lotion from her pocket and applied it evenly to her hands. I wondered suspiciously, "Is...is she going to do a palpation?"

But being unable to get an erection has nothing to do with getting an erection, right? Could it be the legendary prostate massage?! Watching Dr. Huang move her fingers in front of me, I thought that since her fingers were so delicate, it wouldn't hurt too much when it went in. My mind wandered, and my buttocks involuntarily clenched. "Are you ready?"

Dr. Huang leaned down, almost face to face, and said to me. But at that moment, I was completely oblivious to everything else. My previous random thoughts vanished without a trace, and I was completely captivated by one thing… “Cleavage!!!”

Those three words were all that remained in my mind. Dr. Huang’s snow-white breasts, supported by her black lace bra, formed a deep cleavage. Through the wide neckline of her sweater, I saw a breathtakingly beautiful sight. Seeing a woman’s full, snow-white breasts for the first time, I was completely mesmerized, losing track of time, my eyes glued to Dr. Huang’s beautiful cleavage. It wasn’t until the doctor straightened up that I realized my lapse in judgment. My eyes darted upwards awkwardly, wondering if she had noticed me peeking at her cleavage. The doctor smiled at me and said, "I'm tired, can we begin?"

Her mischievous eyes and playful voice made it sound like she was asking, "Am I pretty?"

"Um...um,"

I mumbled in response. Seeing Dr. Huang applying lotion to my hands again—the previous lotion had probably dried—I realized I'd been staring at her chest for who knows how long, even the lotion had dried, and my ears started to burn. How embarrassing!! "Let's begin."

Dr. Huang sat down beside me, her soft body pressing against me. Her fluffy sweater clung to my arm, a soft, elastic touch accompanied by warmth. I reflexively flinched, but the doctor pulled me closer, hugging my waist and pressing her entire chest against my arm. Then, as if whispering in my ear, she asked, "Have you ever tried masturbation?"

I dared not answer, nor could I utter a word. I only felt the doctor's warm breath tickling my ear as he whispered, a strange sensation that made me involuntarily tilt my head. But the doctor persisted in speaking into my ear, enveloping it with his hot breath, saying, "Yes? No? This is related to the examination!"

I nodded reluctantly, feeling my neck burning, but Dr. Huang went on to ask me an even more embarrassing question: "So, how do you usually handle it?"

I bit my lip, my face flushed, and resolutely shook my head. I couldn't see the doctor's face because she was too close to me, but I sensed she was secretly laughing and said, "You're so stubborn! Come on! Tell me, is this how you usually do it?"

A cool finger touched my chest, then circled around my nipples. The areas her finger touched felt cool because of the lotion, but instead, a fire ignited in my chest, and the blood on my face seemed to gather in my chest. "Hmm, you're starting to react,"

Dr. Huang said, almost whispering in my ear, but I didn't react to the warm, moist sensation. I kept my eyes tightly closed, enduring the tingling and itching in my chest, while strongly doubting, "Is this really how examinations are done?"

But I didn't have the courage to ask, nor did I have the chance. The doctor's fingers suddenly swept across my abdomen, hovering over my penis. His slippery fingers first moved back and forth from the base to the glans, then his entire palm grasped my scrotum and rubbed it, while his fingertips lightly brushed against my inner thighs. My penis unconsciously writhed, struggling to stand up little by little in the doctor's hands. Ignoring my own willpower, it heated up and hardened until I felt as if I were holding a red-hot steel rod. "Oh! It's hard now, isn't it?"

the doctor's mischievous voice rang in my ears, and I couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. Just when I thought this humiliating health check would end with my brother's triumphant sigh, the doctor grabbed my penis and began stroking it. "You could have gotten really hard and hot, but you wouldn't get it up. Tell me—were you pretending to be stupid, trying to trick the doctor into being nice to you?" A

wave of pleasure surged from my lower body. The white rubber gloves, lubricated with lotion, moved effortlessly along the barrel of my penis. The inorganic plastic left waves of pleasure on my sensitive glans. The doctor's hands moved up and down with a slight twisting motion, applying more pressure on the coronal fossa. Under this skillful manipulation, my upper body involuntarily leaned back, my erection rising in search of greater pleasure. My elbows braced against the bed for self-protection, and seeing the doctor's slight smile, I managed to utter, "I...I didn't..."

"So stubborn. Come on~ tell the doctor, is this comfortable?"

The doctor's hands moved faster, the intense pleasure almost making me close my eyes. But a sliver of reason and shame made me grit my teeth and turn my head away, unable to answer her humiliating question. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Dr. Huang frown, saying with a hint of reproach, "I really can't do anything with you! I don't like disobedient patients!"

He then pinched my penis hard. "Ouch!!! That feels so good!"

I cried out in pain. "Hmm! That's a good boy."

The doctor's touch instantly softened into a gentle rubbing, the stinging sensation transforming into a warm current spreading through the shaft, reigniting the interrupted pleasure. The doctor leaned closer, almost nose to nose with me, and said, "Here's a reward for you, only good boys get!"

Then he sealed my lips with his. My eyes widened in surprise. "This...this is also part of the examination!?"

But that thought quickly faded. The doctor's tongue seemed to secrete an intoxicating saliva, and my tongue passively followed its movements, a slightly sweet sensation spreading in my mouth. The doctor's hand changed from stroking to applying pressure to the glans, but the pleasure only intensified. "Ahhh..." Overwhelmed

by the pleasure, I couldn't help but let out a long breath, my eyes closed, as the doctor's deep, breathtaking kiss faded. Everything seemed a little unreal. The doctor's lips moved from my neck to my chest, and then his soft, warm tongue began to lick between my left breasts. The electric shock-like numbness didn't travel to my brain, but instead flowed towards the base of the penis, mixing with the pent-up tingling and itching, forming an irresistible surge. Then, under the doctor's skillful guidance, it burst forth like a dam breaking through the barrier between my urethra… "Ughhhhhh,"

I let out a long sigh, my legs involuntarily trembling. My consciousness went blank for a moment, completely immersed in the pleasure of ejaculation. When I came to my senses, I saw the doctor produce a bottle from somewhere, containing all the semen I had ejaculated, and was kneading my penis from bottom to top, seemingly trying to squeeze out all the semen inside. "Oh dear, so fast. We'll have to postpone the palpation until next time."

The doctor said with a hint of regret, watching the remaining semen drip from my glans. "Next time?"

I thought about it doubtfully, but quickly became engrossed in the lingering sensation of the doctor rubbing my penis. Finally, Dr. Huang stood up, straightened his clothes slightly, twisted the small bottle containing my semen shut, and said in the same tone he had when I entered the room, "The examination is complete. Please get dressed."

Then he left. My rationality returned, and a strong question immediately welled up in my mind: "This… a normal examination shouldn't be done like this, right?"

But I wasn't sure; I didn't know if this was done for other people who couldn't get an erection. Looking at the hickeys the doctor had left on my chest, I dressed, full of questions. When I went outside, the doctor was writing something, so I sat down on the wooden chair in front of him and waited quietly. "This...this...Dr. Huang, is this how regular health checkups are done?"

After waiting for a while, almost suffocating from the questions, I finally mustered up the courage to ask. The doctor looked up, adjusted his glasses, and said to me in a very serious tone, "When people come for checkups and have difficulties in this area, we usually provide them with some assistance, everything is done according to the book."

His eyes, however, shone with a strange light. "This...could it be that kiss too?"

I muttered to myself, unconsciously reaching up to touch my lips, as if the soft, warm touch still lingered. But I was bothered by the doctor's look just now; it was so similar to the look my female classmate next to me gave me when she was trying to trick me. I snapped out of my thoughts and saw the doctor give me a meaningful look, then smile and say, "Alright, that concludes today's examination. Please come to my private clinic for a follow-up appointment on Sunday morning."

He handed me a business card. "A follow-up appointment!?"

I asked, puzzled. Didn't this prove my development was normal? "That's right. I noticed your heartbeat was irregular. It's best to come to my clinic for a detailed examination, and also to pick up the fertility report I'll prepare for you."

Dr. Huang said, shaking the bottle containing my semen. Irregular heartbeat!? I was just nervous!! "So, it turns out we don't need to collect semen samples?" Perhaps noticing my doubtful look, Dr. Huang frowned and said, "Just listen to me, I'm a doctor!"

Her tone was slightly reproachful, but then she took my hand and saw me out the door. As she closed the door, she smiled and reminded me, "Remember to come for your follow-up appointment on Sunday~ I'm looking forward to it~"

Then she disappeared behind the door. I looked at the business card in my hand; Dr. Huang's clinic was in the city center. I wondered, is this really how health checkups are done? Should I go for my follow-up appointment on Sunday, or not?

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