My father-in-law is a doctor.

(I)

Hmm, I'm quite hesitant... I don't know if I should say these things, anyway... anyway, no one will know who I am? I'll still share these beautiful memories with everyone.

I'm thirty-two years old this year, and my husband is three years older than me. My husband says what he likes most about me is my figure. My body is curvy in all the right places and toned in all the right places. My body in my thirties has almost no excess fat, and I often attract hot glances from the opposite sex when I walk on the street.

Logically speaking, I should be in my prime, but my husband is a dull and silent person, completely lacking in romantic understanding. Although he is very obedient to me, in the ten years since we got married, our relationship has become more and more like that of siblings. There has never been any passion in bed, so I thought that all couples in the world are like this, plain and uneventful. Apart from fulfilling our marital obligations, I have not even experienced the legendary so-called orgasm.

My husband is an overseas representative for a multinational trading company, and he's often away in foreign countries. Three years after our marriage, I gave birth to a daughter, who is now primarily cared for by my retired mother-in-law. My father-in-law is a doctor who left the public hospital early to open his own clinic; he's busy every day, but very energetic.

Since my husband is away most of the time and my mother-in-law manages the household, and because I haven't experienced much sexual pleasure, I haven't felt lonely or restless. Aside from work, my life has been quite comfortable.

However, something happened last summer that completely shattered my peaceful life…

Taking advantage of the company's expansion, my husband was given a month-long leave to return to China in early summer last year. After his leave ended and he went abroad again for several weeks, I suddenly felt an intense itching and discomfort in my genital area.

Perhaps because I rarely have sex, my genitals have always been dry, clean, and without any abnormalities, with minimal discharge and no odor. However, this time the symptoms are making me increasingly uncomfortable. The mild itching combined with the increased discharge is making me uneasy, and the discharge has an unpleasant smell. Before, I was lazy and would only change my underwear every two or three days without feeling any discomfort, but now I have to change my underwear every day and am even using panty liners, which I've never used before.

At first, I thought it was because my husband was tired after coming home recently, and the concentrated sexual activity caused physical discomfort. But as time went on, I felt increasingly uncomfortable in my genitals, and I couldn't help but worry and become afraid.
Fortunately, my father-in-law is a doctor, and although I was a little embarrassed, I still hesitantly told him about my discomfort. My father-in-law thought it was just a common inflammation, and since the clinic didn't have the equipment for testing, he told me to go to the hospital for a routine gynecological examination and tests first.

The next day, I went to the city's central hospital for a checkup. I rarely go to hospitals, but when I saw the female doctor, surrounded by noisy patients and male family members, impatiently answering patients' questions while hastily writing prescriptions, I handed over the lab results without asking any further questions. I only noticed the female doctor glanced at me after looking at the results, then lowered her head to write the prescription, and told me to make sure my husband also got checked.
Carrying a bag of oral and topical medications, I quickly fled the hospital, which I felt was full of germs.

(II)

After returning home, I took the medication and applied the ointment. Whether it was the medication or a placebo effect, I felt my symptoms had lessened considerably, so I put the illness out of my mind.

One evening after dinner, my mother-in-law went to the neighbor's to play mahjong, my daughter was doing her homework in the study, and my father-in-law and I were watching a TV series on the sofa in the living room. During the commercial break, it seemed like my father-in-law went to the bathroom. I felt like it took quite a while, and he didn't come back even after the commercial ended. Because the plot was so intense, I was afraid he would miss it, so I called out towards the bathroom, "Dad, it's starting!"

Still, he didn't come out. I was a little puzzled. Was he taking a dump? Having lived together for so long, I know that my father-in-law usually poops in the morning. Since I also poop in the morning, there are often awkward situations where my father-in-law and I have to fight over the bathroom.

When I got up to ask him if he had diarrhea or something was wrong, I saw him come out of the bathroom with a serious face, holding a pink wad of liquid in his hand. I immediately recognized it as my underwear that I had taken off in the shower and hadn't washed yet...

What was my father-in-law going to do? ... My face flushed red.

My family is from out of town, and I've lived with my in-laws ever since I got married. I'm not a particularly meticulous woman, and I often leave my worn underwear in the bathroom to wash the next day because I'm lazy. For years, this has been fine; my in-laws have never nagged me about it.

But what's this today? My heart pounded as I looked at the pink underwear my father-in-law was holding, wondering what he was up to…

My father-in-law sat down on the sofa next to me, still looking serious, but he didn't mention the underwear. Instead, he asked if I had gone to the hospital for a checkup and tests a few days ago.

I didn't know why my father-in-law suddenly asked about this, and what it had to do with the underwear he was holding. I didn't dare look at my father-in-law, and answered softly with my head down, "I...I went to the hospital..."

"Oh, what about the test results? Why didn't you show them to me when you got back? Did the doctor prescribe any medicine? Did you do any treatment?"

My father-in-law's barrage of questions, coupled with his serious tone, made me feel a little flustered. I still kept my head down, not daring to look at him, and told him intermittently about the results of that day's doctor's visit and the medication I had taken: "I felt better these past few days, so I didn't..."

"Linlin, did you think everything was alright?" As he spoke, my father-in-law unfolded the crumpled underwear he was holding. He flipped open the crotch of the underwear and pointed to the still damp and yellowish discharge: "Do you know? Just from this discharge and the smell, I know your illness is very troublesome..."

So that's how it is. Because my father-in-law is a doctor, I didn't doubt what he said at all. I didn't dare look at the underwear he was holding, and just asked nervously, "Dad...is it very serious?"

"It's still unclear. Let me see the test results."

I went into my room and found the test results from that day. When I came to the living room, I saw my father-in-law still looking at the marks on the crotch of my underwear, even bringing them close to his nose and smelling them from time to time.

"Dad...you?... " I exclaimed in surprise.

My father-in-law didn't seem to notice anything unusual. He looked at the diamond-shaped mark resembling my vulva, and without looking up, he muttered to himself, "Judging from the color and smell, I think it's genital warts, sigh..."

I didn't understand what my father-in-law was saying, and I didn't dare to ask any more questions. I handed him the test results. My father-in-law looked at the test results, nodded to confirm, and stared into my eyes: "How did the doctor treat it?"

"Well...he prescribed medicine, oral and topical. I felt much better after using the medicine. My lower body hasn't been too itchy these past few days, so I..." I lowered my head, avoiding my father-in-law's gaze.

"So you're not worried? You've been feeling better these past few days, which is probably the incubation period for the germs, so you can't be careless, you know?"

"Hmm...what? Is it still serious? Just from these...these secretions on my underwear, Dad can tell the problem is serious?"

"I won't confirm it, but it's pretty close. We'll confirm it by looking at the test results." As he spoke, my father-in-law gestured for me to sit down: "Linlin, looking at the results and these secretions and the smell, you need to take this illness seriously. You and Zhihang should be treated together, but that scoundrel has flown away. Putting him aside, have you finished the medication the hospital prescribed?"

Hearing my father-in-law mention my husband, I suddenly remembered that the doctor at the hospital also wanted me to bring my husband for a check-up. Could it be that my husband infected me with this disease? "Yes, the medication is gone, Dad, you mean...could it be some kind of 'dirty disease'?" I suddenly became nervous.

"Don't be too nervous. It's hard to say how you got the disease. Hmm... it's a serious illness, so the most important thing right now is to get treatment as soon as possible. Tell me how you're using the topical ointment?"

"This..." Thinking about the area where the medicine should be applied, I blushed slightly. "How...how can I apply it there? I can't see clearly, I just put some ointment on the itchy area down there..."

"How can that be? Looking at these traces of discharge, the lesion should be inside the vagina, and there are also signs of infection in the anus. The ointment needs to be applied directly to the lesion to be effective." My father-in-law rolled up my underwear and pointed to the marks on my crotch.

I was too embarrassed to look at the vulva-shaped marks on them, and with my father-in-law casually using words like "vagina" and "anus," he truly lived up to his reputation as a doctor, making me blush and not knowing how to respond.

Seeing that I didn't answer, my father-in-law looked up at my red face and realized what was going on. He softened his tone, "Linlin, there's nothing to be embarrassed about. I know that area is special, and it's very inconvenient to apply medicine yourself. How about this, starting tomorrow, you come to the clinic, and we'll start proper treatment. I think you'll be better in less than a month."
"Is...is Dad treating me?" I became even more nervous when I heard that.

"Yes, do you think our clinic has other doctors? Don't be afraid to see a doctor. I'm the doctor, you're the patient, don't overthink it, okay?"

"Yes, Dad... I understand."

(III)

The next day at noon, I felt the burning and itching in my lower body return. Remembering my father-in-law's instructions, I quickly called the clinic. He said the medicine was ready and told me to come over after work.
After work, instead of going home, I went to my father-in-law's clinic.

There were two other patients there. I sat quietly, like a patient seeking treatment. I used to occasionally bring my father-in-law meals, and I often came here. The clinic wasn't big, with three small rooms on the left, right, and left. The larger one in the middle was my father-in-law's main workspace, furnished with a desk and sofa. The main entrance faced the street. The left side, facing the sun, was the examination and treatment room, with a small bed, a curtain, and a sink. The right side, in the shade, was the pharmacy and storage room.

My mother-in-law told me that my father-in-law was a good doctor, but he was honest and didn't know how to flatter his superiors, so he wasn't valued or promoted at the hospital. He retired early and started his own practice. My father-in
-law was a skilled doctor, able to handle common ailments in internal medicine, surgery, gynecology, and pediatrics. He was also kind to his patients and charged reasonable fees, so his clinic always did well. About half an hour later, all the patients had left. My father-in-law got up, closed the door, and gestured for me to sit down in the chair opposite his examination table. I looked at him respectfully, just as I would in the hospital, as if he were a serious doctor at that moment.

My father-in-law looked at me very seriously: "Linlin, I didn't tell you last night, but based on the test results and your current symptoms, you have genital warts. It's a rather annoying reproductive system disease, commonly occurring on the male and female reproductive organs."

I don't know much about medicine, but I've heard of genital warts before; it should fall under the category of sexually transmitted diseases. Hearing my father-in-law's words, I felt a chill run down my spine. I never imagined that such a minor ailment could have such serious consequences. My mind went completely blank...

My father-in-law noticed my unease and quickly comforted me: "Child, don't be nervous. It's not a difficult disease. As long as you actively cooperate with the treatment, you should be fine in a month or two. Don't worry too much. Dad is a doctor, so you can rest assured..."

"Yes, I understand... Dad, but... how did I get this filthy disease?" I felt a little wronged. Besides work, I rarely interact with people in society, so... could there be any other reason besides my husband? My heart was suddenly filled with resentment!

"You wretched child..." My father-in-law uttered the same word he had used last night.

Now that I understood everything, a sudden emptiness filled my heart. Could that bastard really have been unfaithful outside? I lowered my head, anger and resentment welling up, and tears streamed down my face without my noticing…

My father-in-law got up and walked to my side, patting my shoulder: “Linlin…maybe it’s not like that. These germs can be contracted in many public places, like toilet seats, public baths, etc…I know Zhihang well; he wouldn’t do anything to betray you. Don’t overthink it, okay?”
A father always sides with his son, but deep down, I knew my husband was such a quiet and honest man; he wouldn’t do anything reckless. I hoped it was all an accident… I wiped away my tears with a tissue and nodded gently: “Dad, I won’t overthink it. I believe in Zhihang…”

“That’s good. Then…child, shall we begin treatment?”

“Yes, I’ll do whatever Dad says. I’ll cooperate fully…” I stood up and consciously walked towards the treatment room on the left.

My father-in-law came in a little while later. I noticed he was wearing a mask, which was good; it covered his familiar face, making him look more like a respected old doctor, which reassured me.

He turned and closed the door tightly, drew the curtains, and then turned on the floor lamp beside the bed. The room was naturally well-lit, and even with the curtains drawn, the snow-white sheets looked dazzling under the light. My father-in-law's clinic mainly performs routine checkups and treatments; it's not a specialized gynecology clinic. Therefore, the treatment room only has a single bed, not the kind of examination bed with legs spread out that's common in gynecology clinics.

My father-in-law took a sterilized tray from the glass cabinet against the wall. On it were sterilized gloves, cotton swabs, ointment, syringes, medicine, iodine, alcohol, and so on.

I sat on the edge of the bed, looking at the things on the tray with some surprise, and asked timidly, "Dad...aren't we just applying medicine? Do we need an injection?"

"Yes, the ointment only targets the lesions, and the inflammation is mainly treated with injections. What? Are you scared?" My father-in-law explained, shaking the glass medicine bottle in his hand, and smiling at me with narrowed eyes.

I'm a timid woman, and I'm especially afraid of injections, so I got nervous as soon as I saw the things on the tray. When my father-in-law asked me, I nodded somewhat embarrassedly, "Yes...I'm scared...it must hurt a lot, right?"

"Ha...it's okay, Dad's injections don't hurt at all, don't be afraid..." Although I couldn't see my father-in-law's smiling face under his mask, I could feel his loving comfort, like he was coaxing a little girl.

I felt ridiculous. I'm over thirty, and I'm not even as good at giving injections as my own daughter. I shook my head sheepishly, stood up, and started to unbuckle my belt… My father-in-law had already prepared the medicine, standing beside me with a syringe in one hand and an iodine swab in the other. The room was quiet except for the sound of our breathing. I glanced at him, then suddenly stopped, feeling a little shy.

He reacted quickly; he smiled again, gestured for me to walk to the foot of the bed, and then drew the bed curtains closed for me. I was grateful for my father-in-law's thoughtfulness and attentiveness. I quickly unbuttoned my jeans and pulled them down to my buttocks, revealing a pair of purple lace-trimmed underwear underneath. I moved to the head of the bed, noticing how high it was. I sat on one leg on the edge of the bed, my toes just touching the ground. I turned to the side and pulled the elastic of my underwear down to my crotch, exposing my white, tender buttocks to the light...

I turned my head to look at the white wall beside the bed, feeling a cool cotton swab being rubbed above my buttocks. My body tensed and I shivered involuntarily. Then, my father-in-law's warm fingers massaged and relaxed my muscles. I didn't feel the needle piercing my skin, but the swelling and pain from the injection was still somewhat unbearable. My father-in-law used two trembling fingers to relax me, saying, "Okay, okay, it's over..."

To be honest, my father-in-law's movements were gentle, and the injection was very steady. In particular, the kneading of his fingers made me less nervous, which was already quite good. However, the swelling and pain after the medicine entered my body was not easy to bear; the swelling and pain continued all the way to my thighs.

Seeing the fine beads of sweat on my forehead, my father-in-law tenderly helped me lie down on the bed with my head turned inward. He pressed the cotton swab against the injection site while comforting me, "Linlin, this injection will hurt a little while it's being absorbed, but it's very effective. You have to hang in there. I hope our Linlin gets better soon...

" "Yes, Dad... I will..."

After the injection, I lay down for a while. My father-in-law asked me from outside the curtain, "Linlin, are you feeling better? If it doesn't hurt anymore, shall we start applying the medicine?"

"Yes, it doesn't hurt anymore, Dad..."

My father-in-law came over and saw that I was still lying there without moving. He smiled, then went back outside the curtain and said hesitantly, "Linlin, this... this time you have to take off all your pants, otherwise..."

"Oh, I know..." I then realized that the medicine wasn't going to be applied to my buttocks where I got the injection, where I could just pull down a little bit of my pants. I now had to take off my underwear and face my father-in-law naked from the waist down. Thinking about this, my face burned with embarrassment. This torment of embarrassment quickly overshadowed the pain left on my buttocks from the injection. I was somewhat numb and at a loss.

My father-in-law probably thought I was ready. He lifted the curtain and saw me still standing there in my pants, lost in thought. He sat down on the chair by the bed, took my hand, and said kindly, "Child, genital warts are usually distributed around the vaginal opening and perineum, and some even grow deep inside the vagina, so it's difficult to apply the medicine yourself. You are my daughter-in-law, but now that you're sick, you are my patient. I'm treating you because I'm responsible for you, for this family, and for Linlin's speedy recovery, don't you think?"

"Yes... Dad, I understand, but... but why did I get this disease?" I angrily pounded the bed, and tears streamed down my face again.

"Child, don't be sad. Don't you have a doctor as your father? Think about how other patients not only have to go to the hospital to register and queue, but also have to undergo examinations and treatments by different doctors, and even have interns observe them. Wouldn't that be even more embarrassing? Don't you trust your father's medical skills? Trust me, with a positive and optimistic treatment, you'll get better soon." As he spoke, my father-in-law kindly brushed the hair from my cheek and squeezed my hand tightly: "Now let's work together to defeat this illness!"

My father-in-law's emotions infected me, and I sat up without hesitation: "Dad, let's start applying the medicine." As I spoke, I lifted my buttocks and quickly took off my jeans. My father-in-law saw that my lower body was naked except for a small purple pair of underwear, and knew that I should take off my underwear. To avoid embarrassment for both of us, my father-in-law turned around and went out to prepare the medicine.

(IV)

When my father-in-law came back in, my lower body was already naked. I crumpled the small purple underwear into a ball and put it on the corner of the bed. I lay on the bed with my lower body naked, nervously closing my eyes and not daring to look at my father-in-law, at a loss for what to do.

"Child, relax, this won't hurt, and it'll be quick..." My father-in-law said kindly, placing the tray beside the bed and gently nudging my toes.

Feeling his touch, I could only pull back my feet, clad in short stockings, and obediently curl my legs, my heart pounding. "Relax? How can I relax? I might not be this nervous facing a stranger in a hospital, but this is my own clinic, facing my father-in-law whom I see every day. I... sigh..." I muttered to myself, not daring to speak aloud. I quietly opened my eyes and watched my father-in-law pull over a chair and sit at the foot of the bed. He then moved the floor lamp beside him, adjusting the angle of the light to shine directly on my lower body. Only then did he put on his reading glasses, his voice still kind: "Come on, Linlin, move your bottom down a little..."

I lay down as instructed, and my father-in-law placed his hands on my knees and gently pushed them apart. Embarrassed, I reluctantly opened my legs.

The lights were very bright and the temperature was high. As soon as I spread my legs, I felt waves of heat emanating from my exposed genitals. The focused beam of light intensely illuminated my naked lower body, my entire genitals completely exposed to my father-in-law's view…

I felt incredibly awkward. Spreading my legs in such a shameful position… I could imagine the lewd and ambiguous scene my father-in-law was seeing. I hoped he was simply a doctor with high professional ethics. But the fact remained… Sigh! I really regretted letting him treat me. What was this all about?

What was the point of thinking about it now? I could only turn my face away, blushing furiously, too embarrassed to look at him.

The room fell completely silent instantly. I could clearly feel my own heartbeat and the uneven breathing coming from behind my father-in-law's mask. A rustling sound followed—it must have been him putting on the medical gloves on the tray. Then I felt a cool sensation on my groin; it must have been his hand touching there. I shuddered involuntarily. Because it wasn't an examination bed that restricted my ankles, my legs involuntarily closed in tension.
My father-in-law, still with his head down, said softly, "Child, don't be nervous, come on… separate them." He gently pushed my knees with the back of his hand.

"Yes…" I obediently separated my legs again.

This time, I could truly feel my father-in-law's hands moving around my lower body. First, he parted my pubic hair (I'm a little embarrassed to tell you all, but despite my fair complexion, I have very thick pubic hair, covering my round mons pubis and full labia majora. People often say that women with heavy pubic hair have a strong sex drive and are mostly sluts, but I rarely even experience a basic orgasm, so am I considered a slut?). Then he looked at my labia majora and minora. I could even feel my father-in-law peeling back my clitoral foreskin and touching that sensitive area a few times, whether intentionally or unintentionally. The series of movements made by my father-in-law's gloved

, cold fingers sent waves of tingling sensations through my genitals... "Mmm..." I couldn't help but groan. My father-in-law's hands continued to look at my clitoris from side to side, and then wiped my vaginal opening as if with a cotton ball.

"Damn it, I must be wet..." Embarrassed, I clenched my fists. "Oh, um..." I couldn't help but moan again, feeling my father-in-law part my labia and then try to widen my vaginal opening. Then it felt like a finger was inserted into my vagina.

While moving, my father-in-law said, "Look, besides some at the vaginal opening, the worst part is there are a few deep inside..."

"Ugh, um... Dad..." I could only respond numbly, not knowing how to respond to my father-in-law's words. I could only suppress my moans and dare not moan because of the tingling sensation inside my vagina. I don't know how long it was, maybe a few minutes, before I felt my father-in-law's finger withdraw from my vagina.

"Alright, we've already applied the medication to the vagina. Come on, child, let's do an anal exam to see if it's still spreading..."

My father-in-law's words left me stunned, unsure of what to do. Seeing my lack of reaction, he gently said, "Come on, turn over, knee-chest position, buttocks facing me."

I knew this was a shameful position, but hearing medical terms like "knee-chest position" and "buttocks" made me feel a little ridiculous. However, at that moment, I dared not show any emotion. I just numbly followed my father-in-law's instructions, obediently turning over, kneeling, and raising my buttocks. Throughout the entire process, I didn't dare to look at my father-in-law even once, only feeling my entire face burning.

After getting into position, I felt my father-in-law move the light towards my buttocks, and then his hand parted my buttocks. When his fingers probed my anus, the feeling of a foreign object being inserted and swelling made me involuntarily clench and contract my anal muscles, and I even let out a soft moan. My father-in-law probably felt resistance in his finger movements, so he used his other hand to gently massage my perineum between my vagina and anus, comforting me, "Relax, child, it'll be over soon..."

His massage of my perineum relaxed my tense nerves, but what followed was a different kind of excitement that embarrassed me. I felt as if my vagina was wriggling and secreting lubrication. Shyly, I buried my head, closed my eyes, and relaxed to experience that unprecedented pleasure...

My father-in-law seemed to notice my change, but he didn't stop. He continued to gently press and soothe my perineum, then inserted his finger into my anus, rotating it as he pressed and felt the subtle changes inside my rectum...

"It's alright, just some symptoms around the anus. There doesn't seem to be anything abnormal inside. We'll treat and observe it for the next few days, and it should get better soon..." A few minutes later, my father-in-law finally finished this embarrassing examination.

I slowly opened my eyes, peeking behind me through the gap under my armpit. I saw that my father-in-law had taken off his mask. I thought I could finally put my butt down, but instead, he held my buttocks and exaggeratedly sniffed my crotch with his nose. Then he took my underwear from the corner of the bed, flipped it open, and sniffed it just as intensely. Only then did he pat my buttocks: "Alright, that's the end of today's treatment." With that, my father-in-law packed up the tray and carried it out of the treatment room,

leaving me alone.

I remained in the treatment room, not knowing what to do. Perhaps it took me a while to come to my senses before I quickly got up and dressed.

I walked out of the treatment room and saw my father-in-law writing something in a notebook. When he saw me come out, he looked up, smiled at me, and gestured for me to sit down. I sat down opposite him somewhat awkwardly, composed myself, and asked in a low voice, "Dad, is my illness serious?"

"It's alright. It was caught in time, so the condition wasn't delayed. As long as we persist with the treatment, it shouldn't be a big problem."
"Then... how long will it take?"

"Well, the lesions will be under control soon, but the recurrence rate of genital warts is very high. So, in addition to oral medication and injections, applying topical medication twice a day is crucial. If you persist, you'll be cured in less than a month. So, Linlin, you must cooperate with Dad, let's fight this disease together."

My father-in-law's words seemed to give me confidence and courage, and the awkwardness from before quickly disappeared. I nodded, "I understand, Dad, I will persevere."

"By the way, Linlin, wear light-colored cotton underwear for a while. I noticed your underwear today isn't very breathable, which isn't good for the lesions. There might be some leakage after applying the medicine, so you can use a panty liner. Also, don't wear tight jeans anymore... It's getting hot, so wear a skirt instead."

My father-in-law gave me a lot of advice in one breath, just like a kind old doctor. I seemed to have forgotten that he was my father-in-law, and I could only nod and say "uh-huh. "

"Linlin, be careful when you get home. This disease is very contagious in the early stages, so don't let your wife find out. This is a secret between the two of us."

(V)

The next morning, my father-in-law had already left. I knew he must have gone to the clinic first, so I quickly ate breakfast and rushed to his clinic.

There was only my father-in-law in the clinic early in the morning. I saw that he was ready, so I smiled at him and then consciously walked into the treatment room.

I lay on the small bed, numbly taking off my underwear and lifting my skirt up to my navel. Seeing my father-in-law walk in, I still felt a little shy and kept my legs tightly closed.

He sat at my feet, and I realized he wasn't wearing a mask today. He first tore off the panty liner from my underwear, casually smelling it—something I was used to—until he reached out and nudged my knees, making me realize I should spread my legs for the medication.

He repeated the treatment from the previous night, then gave me an injection. Perhaps because he had spent so much time stroking my buttocks, the injection today was noticeably less painful than yesterday.
It was all over quickly. Just as I got up, put on my underwear, and walked out of the clinic, my father-in-law whispered behind me, "Linlin, for the sake of the treatment, we should probably shave your pubic hair."

I froze, stopped, and looked back at my father-in-law's calm expression. A little flustered, I asked, "Now?"

My father-in-law raised his hand to check the time. "No, you've just applied the medicine, and besides, it's time for work. Come back this afternoon."

I was distracted at work that day. The burning sensation from the ointment applied to my genitals and the thought of having my pubic hair shaved made me uneasy. As it approached the end of the workday, I suddenly felt awkward again, unsure of how to face my father-in-law.

I seemed to be deliberately dawdling, and by the time I arrived at my father-in-law's clinic it was already dark. Afraid of his scolding, I apologized as soon as I entered, "Dad, I just finished some work that had piled up. Am I late?"

My father-in-law put away the journal he had just finished writing in on the table

and smiled gently at me, "Not late at all. I just finished seeing my patients too. Linlin, let's begin..." "Okay..." I replied and walked into the treatment room. The room was very clean, with both the ceiling light and floor lamp on, making it appear clean and bright.

The white sheets on the small bed must have been newly changed, emitting a warm, sun-kissed scent. Remembering what my father-in-law had said that morning, I took off my skirt and underwear, wondering if it would be easier to shave my pubic hair this way. Thinking of this, my heart started pounding again.

My father-in-law locked the clinic door and came in. He saw me lying on the small bed with my legs spread apart, naked from the waist down. He turned around and brought a basin of hot water to the bedside, then closed the door to the treatment room. He then sat down and placed a warm, damp towel on my vulva.

"Linlin, let's apply this hot compress and then shave the pubic hair, okay?"

"Um... whatever Dad says..." My voice was as soft as a mosquito's buzz, and I could hardly hear myself. But my father-in-law ignored me. He casually picked up the skirt I had taken off at the foot of the bed, pulled out my underwear, tore off the pad stuck to my crotch, smelled it under his nose, and then examined it carefully under the light.

"Linlin, do you wipe after every time you pee?"

"Yes, Dad... what's wrong?"

"Son, actually, urine itself has a bactericidal function, so after you pee, just use toilet paper to wipe the urine off your vulva. Don't wipe repeatedly. This will make the local microenvironment healthier."
"Oh... Dad knows so much..." I didn't know how to answer, so I just said casually. The warm towel covering my vulva felt very comfortable. I seemed to have forgotten the embarrassment of facing my father-in-law with his lower body naked. I asked curiously, "Dad, how did you know I wiped after I urinated?" " Look

, there are basically no urine stains on the panty liner except for some ointment." "

And it doesn't smell like urine, does it? Hehe..."

"This child... it's normal for a woman's vulva to have a slight urine odor. Right now, because you have a lesion and we've applied ointment, it will mask the natural odor. Once the odor returns to normal, your illness should be cured, you know?"

"No wonder Dad always smells other people's underwear and panty liners. I thought..."

"Thought what? Was Dad a pervert? Haha... observation, auscultation, inquiry, and palpation are the basic methods doctors use to examine a patient's condition."

"Dad... I didn't mean that..." I was a little embarrassed.

"Alright, let's start with the prepuce."

"What's a prepuce?"

"It's shaving your pubic hair." As he spoke, my father-in-law pressed a small towel against my vulva, and the sensation suddenly aroused me...

In the midst of our casual conversation, my vulva unknowingly became a bald, split mound, the once lush pubic hair now crumpled and tossed into the tray.

During the shaving process, my father-in-law's hands inevitably touched my sensitive areas; I could even feel him carefully scraping my labia majora and minora. I didn't know if this so-called prepuce required such meticulous shaving, but thankfully, he kept talking about strange and unusual things while he was busy with his hands, which prevented me from feeling too embarrassed—or rather, prevented him from further arousing my desire.

The application of the medicine went smoothly. Whether it was at the vaginal opening, inside the vagina, or inside the anus, my father-in-law's hands were very gentle. After all this was done, he seemed to be talking to himself, "It's different after this shaving. The lesions are clearly visible..."

This made me blush again.

(VI)

My father-in-law and I got used to the rhythm of the morning and evening medicine and injections. We switched roles very easily. When we entered the clinic, he was the doctor and I was the patient. When we returned home, we were a harmonious father-in-law and daughter-in-law.

Although I was used to being naked in front of my father-in-law, there was still a father-in-law and daughter-in-law relationship. Every time I applied the medicine, I couldn't help but feel shy and uneasy. Fortunately, my father-in-law would always chat about anecdotes while applying the medicine, which made me feel less embarrassed.

As the condition gradually improved, I thought that our treatment would end soon. But who knew that I, a young woman who had been deprived for so long, would slowly develop unsatisfied desires under my father-in-law's fingers. Whenever my father-in-law touched my genitals, especially when he inserted his fingers into my vagina and anus to apply the ointment in a circular motion, I felt a strange pleasure spreading through me. This made me walk into the clinic each time with a mix of fear and anticipation.

It was an evening a week after treatment. Work kept me a little late, and by the time I arrived at the clinic, it was almost dark. My father-in-law, wearing reading glasses, was quietly reading the newspaper. Seeing me come in, he quickly got up to greet me, then drew the curtains and locked the door. I naturally put down my backpack and went into the treatment room.

Everything seemed perfectly in sync. My father-in-law prepared, while I lay on the bed, lifted my skirt, and took off my underwear. As I naturally spread my legs, my father-in-law moved the light to illuminate my lower body.

Strangely, my father-in-law didn't say anything today, so I didn't dare make a sound. We completed the entire process of vaginal application, turning over, and anal administration in this silent atmosphere.

When I heard my father-in-law tidying up the tray, I knew the day's treatment was over. I turned over, pulling down my skirt as I asked, "Dad, are my... symptoms much better?"

"Of course they're much milder, otherwise all our week of treatment would have been for nothing. Look, at least you look much better, and the smell of your discharge is much more normal now."

My father-in-law said, taking my underwear from the foot of the bed and smelling it exaggeratedly again, then tearing off the panty liner and examining it under the light.

I quickly grabbed my underwear and pulled it up over my legs. "Well... I remember you said the first time that my symptoms inside were quite subtle. Could it be... that the infection is spreading deeper?"

My father-in-law, holding the floor lamp which was being moved away, asked with some concern, "What's wrong? Are you feeling very uncomfortable inside?"

"I don't know, it's just... it doesn't feel as itchy outside, but when I apply the medicine, I feel a hot, itchy feeling inside. I don't know... if the infection is spreading deeper?"

"Oh, well... Linlin, let me examine you more carefully."

Hearing this, I had no choice but to pull down my underwear, which I had only half-pulled up, roll up my skirt to my waist, and then lie flat with my legs apart.

My father-in-law sat down, held my knees, looked at me, and then took a cushion. "Here, Linlin, put this on." I lifted my buttocks so my father-in-law could put the cushion under me, which naturally raised my vulva a little, and my buttocks were suspended above the cushion.

My father-in-law adjusted the light angle again, then reached out and parted my labia. I tried my best to open my legs so he could see more clearly.

Since the treatment was already over, he wasn't wearing gloves this time. The cool, slippery feeling turned into a warm, slightly rough friction. I could feel him first inserting one finger into my vagina and rotating it, then another. The two fingers stretched my vaginal opening, making it feel tight. Then he began to dilate the vaginal opening and carefully touch the vaginal walls.

As his fingers went deeper, I couldn't help but tremble. Then I felt him turn his hand over, and two fingers pressed deeply against the entrance of my cervix. With a gentle touch, as his fingers withdrew, whether intentionally or unintentionally, they pressed lightly and deeply against a spot above my vagina. I felt as if I had been struck by lightning and cried out, then my legs clamped tightly around his arm.

My father-in-law's other hand gently stroked from my knee down to my toes, which were clad in short stockings. Then, supporting my knee, he helped me spread my legs again before withdrawing his fingers.

"Hmm, uh..." I let out a long breath and wiped the fine sweat from my forehead.

My father-in-law asked with concern, "Child, does it hurt a little?"

"No... no, I don't know... just a little, um..." I couldn't describe the feeling, but it certainly wasn't pain, because I had never experienced that feeling before. Of course, I didn't know, because my father-in-law's fingers had just touched the most sensitive G-spot inside a woman's vagina.

My father-in-law wiped my vaginal opening with a cotton ball and then said kindly, "Child, just bear with it a little longer. You see, the medicine we just applied has already come out. Let me check again so we can reapply the medicine."

I knew that what came out must be vaginal discharge, because the feeling of the previous examination was completely different from the previous ones. It was absolutely impossible for it not to have given me physiological stimulation. My father-in-law must have said it was melted ointment to avoid embarrassing me.

At this moment, I just lay there limply, spreading my legs and letting my father-in-law examine me however he wanted.

This time, my father-in-law gripped my toes, which were clad in stockings, with one hand, and easily inserted two fingers deep into my vagina.

The insertion of his fingers made me groan again. Perhaps feeling it was too deep, he quickly withdrew his fingers, then hesitated at the entrance of my vagina: "Child, does it hurt?"
"Hoo..." I exhaled as his fingers withdrew. How could I answer his question? This wasn't pain; it was clearly another round of sexual stimulation.

Seeing that I had calmed down and my body was gradually relaxing, my father-in-law again parted my labia, seemingly trying hard to widen my vaginal opening. I obediently opened my thighs as wide as possible, allowing his fingers to enter my vagina and explore something from the outside in, circling around the vaginal walls.

Unbeknownst to me, my father-in-law's fingers were penetrating deeper and deeper. He explored the depths of my vagina with his fingertips for a long time, seemingly feeling he had reached the bottom, before slowly withdrawing them. Just as I felt his fingers were about to reach the vaginal opening and I was about to breathe a sigh of relief, he thrust them in even deeper, reaching directly to my cervix.
This was clearly no longer a simple examination or mere touching. As his fingers moved in and out more frequently, I gradually experienced the rhythm of intercourse. This force and frequency gave me an unprecedented feeling of comfort and stimulation.

This time, I couldn't help but moan. Suddenly, I felt my father-in-law's fingers stop moving inside my vagina, but they didn't withdraw either. I subconsciously twisted my waist, but the fingers inside my vagina remained still. I then consciously moved my hips down, my body language seemingly a signal to my father-in-law. So, those two fingers moved and pressed against that crucial spot on the upper part of my vaginal wall.

Stimulated by my father-in-law's fingers, an unprecedented pleasure surged from my lower body and spread throughout my entire being. My body trembled involuntarily, and I felt a surge of heat gushing out
of my vagina, as if trying to engulf those two fingers. I don't know how much time passed, but when I finally came to my senses from the spasms, I was alone, curled up on the bed in the treatment room, my body limp and powerless.

Recalling what had just happened, I asked myself: Was that the legendary orgasm?

A wave of shyness and sorrow washed over me. As a woman married for many years, my first orgasm was actually under my father-in-law's fingers... Sigh, how am I going to get out of here? How am I going to face my father-in-law?

Just as I was at a loss, my father-in-law's voice came from the outer room: "Linlin, are you up? I've reapplied the ointment to you..."

"Yes, I'm up, Dad..." I replied, quickly grabbing my underwear from the foot of the bed. I immediately noticed a new sanitary pad stuck to my crotch. My heart warmed. I put on my underwear, straightened my skirt, and quietly walked out.
My father-in-law had already finished getting ready. Seeing me come out, his eyes were full of affection as he looked at me and smiled, saying, "Child, your lesions are basically under control. Don't worry. Come on, let's go home."

(VII)

I followed my father-in-law silently, without saying a word. Fortunately, we were walking in the dark of night, so my father-in-law couldn't see my blushing cheeks.

When I got home, my mother-in-law had already prepared dinner. She was wondering why I had come home with my father-in-law that evening, so I had to say that something came up at work and I just happened to run into him at the entrance of the complex.

After dinner, I didn't sit in the living room with my father-in-law to watch TV. I locked myself in my bedroom early and lay on the bed, unable to stop reliving that blissful feeling. It was my father-in-law who gave me such intense pleasure. This double stimulation made me blush again, and I buried my burning cheeks in the soft pillow.
I woke up groggily the next morning and found that I had a pillow tightly clamped between my legs, and the panty liner on my underwear was already wet.

When I ate breakfast, I found that my father-in-law wasn't home. I knew he must be waiting for me at the clinic. After breakfast,

I took a shower and changed into a new set of underwear and clothes. For some reason, I, who rarely wears makeup, deliberately put on some light makeup before heading to my father-in-law's clinic.

My body felt light, but my heart was filled with trepidation. When I arrived at the clinic, my father-in-law had already finished cleaning, and everything seemed normal. I softly greeted, "Dad, good morning..." and then lowered my head as I entered the treatment room.

I was used to taking off my pants and getting into bed, but today it felt awkward. My first orgasm had actually come from my father-in-law's fingers on this very bed. The thought made me so ashamed that I didn't know how to face him.

As the outer door closed, I knew my father-in-law was about to come in. Because I was wearing a long skirt, I deliberately lifted the hem to cover my face.

He came in and asked, somewhat puzzled, "Linlin, what's wrong? Didn't you sleep well last night?"

I stammered under my skirt, "No, I... I'm fine..." As I spoke, I lifted my buttocks, pulled down my underwear, and consciously opened my legs towards where my father-in-law was sitting.

Seeing me embarrassedly covering my face, my father-in-law patted my leg. "Come on, turn over. We'll apply medicine to your anus first."

"Mmm..." I replied, still covering my head, I turned over and knelt on the treatment bed. I thought to myself that my father-in-law must have noticed my embarrassment, which was why he deliberately started from behind.

His hands were very light but cool. I felt him apply some ointment around my anus, then insert a finger and lightly rub it around twice before withdrawing it.

He patted my feet. "Okay, now for the front."

After turning over, my skirt was rolled up on my stomach. I was considering whether to pull it down or leave it as is when my father-in-law began his treatment.

I lay down properly. After the anal treatment, I was much calmer. However, although I didn't continue to cover my face with the skirt, facing my father-in-law, who had given me an orgasm yesterday, opening his legs again, I still didn't feel as relaxed as before. I couldn't help but close my eyes in embarrassment, my shy expression just like that of a newlywed bride.

My father-in-law nudged my knees, signaling me to spread my legs. This time, he barely touched my genitals; I only felt waves of heat emanating from me—it couldn't be the heat of the light. This strange sensation made my nerves unusually sensitive.

Then, he got straight to the point, skillfully operating the device. First, he parted my labia and applied ointment, then he opened my vaginal opening and inserted a finger. Although his movements were careful and gentle, they still gave me waves of intense stimulation. I tried hard to control myself from moaning.

It was all over quickly, and I felt sweat beading on my forehead again.

My father-in-law packed up the tray and told me I didn't need the injection anymore, which meant my condition was basically under control. The tension and shyness from before vanished, and I walked out of the clinic, overjoyed.

The injections stopped, but the medication couldn't be stopped. After work, I went to my father-in-law's clinic as usual. I arrived early today, and after all the patients had left, my father-in-law looked at me and joked, "Our Linlin looks great today."

"Hehe...of course! She'll get better soon without the injections!" I playfully made a face at my father-in-law, but deep down, I felt a strange tension and anticipation—something I dared not think about and couldn't understand.

Seeing my father-in-law turn on the lights, close the door, and draw the curtains, I walked towards the treatment room. My father-in-law quickly followed. I still pretended to be relaxed and casual, asking, "Dad, should we treat the front or the back first today?" My

father-in-law was clearly taken aback. He stared at me, and when I lowered my head to avoid eye contact, he said, "Let's treat the back first then." Even though it was a clinic, and even though I treated my father-in-law as a doctor, I was still embarrassed to directly use words like anus, buttocks, and vagina. My father-in-law followed my lead, saying "front" and "back."

I stood by the bed and, for the first time, took off my skirt in front of my father-in-law, then my underwear. Now, except for my flesh-colored stockings, I was completely naked from the waist down. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see that my father-in-law wasn't preparing a tray as usual, but was watching me intently as I undressed.

I felt a little amused, but mostly nervous. I calmed my racing heart and slowly climbed onto the small bed, kneeling down with my back to him, my white buttocks raised high.

I don't know why I was so bold and at ease doing all this. Perhaps it was because my father-in-law had given me a rare orgasm yesterday. At this moment, amidst my shyness and bashfulness, I felt a tacit, unspoken wantonness.
"Oh..." Just as my mind was racing with thoughts, my father-in-law's fingers were already inserted into my anus. There was no touching, no kneading, just a straight insertion, and I could feel that it was going in very, very deep today.

"Dad...it's so full, inside...it feels so full..."

"Hmm, child, relax, the anus is already flat, let me feel inside again to see if there's anything left."

My father-in-law said, his finger already stirring in my anus, gradually pushing deeper. I felt my anus was stretched so tight, and my anus felt swollen and uncomfortable, but this discomfort wasn't pain, but a kind of fullness and stimulation I'd never experienced before, even a feeling of wanting to defecate.

I nervously held my breath, gritting my teeth to suppress the oppressive urge to defecate, really worried that I wouldn't be able to control it and that an unexpected and embarrassing scene would occur.

Probing, applying medicine, my father-in-law's finger went in and out of my anus, several times it was obviously inserted very deep, but I had gradually gotten used to my father-in-law's magic finger. When my father-in-law withdrew his finger for the last time, the feeling of fullness in my intestines was gone, the swelling in my anus was gone, and I actually felt a sense of emptiness in my heart. I suddenly felt like farting, but in the end I held it in.

My father-in-law patted my bottom, wiping the yellowish-white sticky substance on his fingers with an alcohol swab, and said to me, "Okay, come on, turn over so we can treat the front."

I breathed a sigh of relief, obediently turned over, and felt a surge of anticipation for the upcoming treatment. An uncontrollable physical urge seemed to be surging within me.

I didn't know what awaited me—would it be a calm and uneventful treatment, or a thrilling and passionate experience? I didn't know what I was expecting…

(VIII)

My father-in-law, having thrown away the cotton ball, went to the sink to wash his hands carefully. I lay quietly, naked from the waist down. He told me that the lesions around my anus had basically healed, and that I just needed to observe them after applying the medicine today. As he spoke, he sat down on the chair by the bed.

My father-in-law looked at me lying flat on the bed. I noticed his gaze consciously fixed on my bare, swollen mons pubis, then he spread my legs and looked at my genitals. Next, he took an alcohol swab from a small bottle on the tray and held my feet up, saying, "Come on, lift your legs up first."

I didn't know what he was going to do, but I obediently hugged my knees and curled my legs up. He smiled and gestured for me to lift my legs higher, so I straightened them and bent them with my arms, making a motion that seemed like stretching my leg muscles.

I was wondering why he wanted me to do this today when suddenly, I felt a cool sensation around my anus. He was wiping it, then changed to another cotton ball and inserted it inside. The icy feeling made me hiss and gasp for breath.

I saw that the cotton ball he threw into the waste dish on the tray had some yellowish stuff on it. I wondered if he had just pulled out some feces from my anus. My face suddenly felt hot.

"Okay, spread your legs."

Since my father-in-law brought me to orgasm yesterday, I felt much more relaxed around him today, less shy and pretentious. When he asked me to spread my legs, I naturally opened them for him.

He moved his chair closer to my spread legs, which felt strange. He had never sat so close to my genitals before. This made my heart race, and I looked forward to the treatment to come.

The room was quiet, so quiet that we could almost hear each other's breathing. Suddenly, I felt a hand directly covering my vulva. Yes, instead of spreading my labia and applying the ointment as usual, he covered my vulva entirely with his palm, followed by gentle pressing and rubbing.

His thick, warm palm pressed tightly against my bare vulva. With increasing pressure, his hand parted my labia majora, then moved, seemingly finding its way to the top of my labia and stopping. His thumb pressed and prodded at the vaginal opening, then, as if unintentionally, lightly rubbed against my clitoris.

"Do you want it?" he asked softly.

I was incredibly tense, my clitoris pressed against his thumb. I couldn't discern his intentions, and could only clench my fists, unsure how to answer.

"Linlin, you leaked a lot yesterday, and the ointment you applied all came off, you know?"

His words made his meaning clear: if I wanted to feel good again today, it would have to wait until before the treatment.

Yes, I wanted it… I really wanted it! But… how could I say something so shameful? Moreover, my father-in-law was pressing his fingers against my vaginal opening, kneading my clitoris while asking if I wanted it—wasn't he just waiting to see me make a fool of myself?

He didn't stop what he was doing because I didn't answer his question; I could even feel his two fingers hovering around my vaginal opening, and his thumb pressing on my clitoris increased the pressure.

Under his constant stimulation, I couldn't control my rising lust. Finally, I couldn't help but suppress a few moans. The pleasure emanating from my lower body made me gradually abandon my restraint. My inner feelings told me that I really wanted to experience that unprecedented orgasm again, that feeling of convulsions, limpness, and fainting.

Although I didn't explicitly express my thoughts, my body told me otherwise. As my father-in-law's fingers tentatively hovered around my vaginal opening, my buttocks involuntarily moved forward to meet them, as if trying to devour the fingers that brought me pleasure.

My father-in-law didn't disappoint me. He easily inserted two fingers into my vagina. I cooperated by trying to spread my legs wider, though my thighs were already spread to their limit, almost in a split position.
He stood up and walked towards me, his fingers thrusting in and out of my vagina.

I had been enjoying the pleasure inside with my eyes closed when suddenly the bright light in front of me was blocked. I opened my eyes and saw my father-in-law standing beside me. Shyly, I quickly turned my head away, not wanting him to see my embarrassment.

He seemed to smile. He gradually increased the pace of his movements, which intensified the stimulation in my lower body. I involuntarily raised my hips to meet his thrusts. Just as I felt the trembling sensation from deep within my vagina, similar to yesterday's, about to return, he suddenly stopped thrusting and quickly withdrew his fingers.

The feeling of being suddenly thrown into mid-air made me involuntarily cry out "Ah!" the moment my father-in-law withdrew his finger . I opened my eyes abruptly and found him staring at me. In that moment of surprise, I didn't know how to hide my flustered state.

My father-in-law pulled up a chair and sat down beside me, gently stroking the stray hairs on my forehead with one hand, while the other hand tenderly caressed my already wet and warm vulva.

"It's been hard on you, child. Our family and Zhihang have given you too little. You are in the prime of your life, but yesterday I could sense that you hadn't even experienced a basic orgasm. Sigh... Dad has been through it all, and I know that a woman without sexual pleasure is incomplete, but... I feel like I'm committing a crime by doing this."

My father-in-law looked at me with kind eyes, and I felt both ashamed and wronged by his words. But I didn't know how to answer. I just shook my head, then reached out and pressed one hand down on his hand that was caressing my vulva, pressing down hard while my legs tightly clamped around his arm.

"Hmm... I know what you mean..." My father-in-law's hand, which I had been holding between my legs , began to move, searching for the entrance to my vagina. "Daddy will satisfy you one more time today, but we can't do this again, okay? Child, it's all Zhihang's fault, it's Daddy's fault..."

Looking at my father-in-law, whose temples were already quite gray, a wave of warmth and tenderness suddenly welled up in my heart. I seemed to force a stiff smile at him, nodded gently, and then shook my head hopelessly. I still held onto the arm that my father-in-law had extended into my lower body, squeezed my thighs together tightly, and then spread my legs wide.
My father-in-law, of course, sensed the message I was conveying. He no longer paid attention to my expression, but instead touched my already wet vulva a couple of times, and then easily inserted two fingers back into my vagina.
Unlike yesterday, my father-in-law's hand, which had been stroking my forehead, slipped inside the collar of my shirt, which was unbuttoned at the top. Without hesitation, his hand lifted my bra and touched my breast. I gasped again, instinctively grabbing his hand that was already pinching my nipple.

"Relax, child…satisfy yourself, relax, relax…" Under his soothing touch, I gradually released his grip, closing my eyes to focus on the pleasure he was giving me.

This time, the fingers inside my vagina thrust in and out intensely, repeatedly pressing against the upper part of the vaginal wall—the very spot that had given me such ecstasy yesterday. The hand kneading my breasts was also very forceful; I could feel my full breasts changing shape under his large hands, and my nipples, constantly being kneaded by his fingers, hardened.

As my father-in-law continued his double-handed stimulation, I felt waves of volcanic eruption surging through my lower body. The tingling, itchy, and numbing sensation deep within my vagina caused uncontrollable spasms. The intense contractions of my vagina made me feel an uncontrollable urge to urinate, as if this pressure was being released throughout my entire body.

Although I could hear my own increasingly loud moans, my body was completely numb except for the spasms brought on by intense pleasure.

When I regained consciousness and my mind gradually cleared, I felt, as if in a dream, my father-in-law wiping my genitals. I must have released a lot of fluid earlier… At that moment, I was so languid that I didn't want to move an inch.

After cleaning me, my father-in-law began applying medicine. I don't know how he managed to apply the medicine, because I was so limp that I couldn't even lift my legs. After

he finished, he took a blanket and covered me with it, gently saying, "Child, rest well for a while before we go home." He then turned off the glaring treatment light, closed the door, and went to the outer room.

I don't know how long I lay there, but when I tried to get up to find my underwear, I realized my father-in-law had already dressed me. I got up, straightened my clothes, and swayed out of the treatment room. I saw my father-in-law wearing reading glasses and reading the newspaper. Hearing me come out, he put down the newspaper and looked at me kindly.

My face flushed again. I picked up my bag, gently said to my father-in-law, "Dad, thank you!" and walked out of the clinic with my head down.

Yes, that thank you came from the bottom of my heart. I was truly grateful to my father-in-law. He brought joy and passion to my lonely life, and he allowed me to experience the orgasmic pleasure that a woman should enjoy time and time again.

(IX)

In the subsequent treatments, my father-in-law kept his promise. Each application of medicine was standardized and meticulous, and there were no more "accidents" between us.

After about another week of treatment, my father-in-law carefully examined my anus and vagina that day, and then told me, somewhat exaggeratedly, "Child, I can announce to you today that our Linlin has fully recovered, and our treatment is completely over."

This was certainly good news for me, but as I walked out of the clinic, a feeling of loss suddenly began to creep over me, and my mood instantly plummeted.

Time passed slowly like this. As a woman, it would be a lie to say I didn't want to think about that. It was fine before, but ever since I experienced the pleasure of orgasm, that feeling often kept me tossing and turning at night, especially around my period or after some sensory stimulation, when the desire in my heart was even stronger.

But I am a rather traditional housewife, with a simple life and simple emotions. I have neither the opportunity nor the thought of seeking any extramarital excitement. Coupled with this inexplicable illness, it made me have a natural resistance and fear towards other men.

My father-in-law is the closest person to me; he's the man I've interacted with the most in my life. Especially after this illness and treatment, my relationship with him has become much closer than before, and he's been even more caring towards me. But I never imagined that something like that would happen between us.

About a month after my treatment ended, on a sunny weekend, I woke up from my afternoon nap. My mother-in-law had taken my daughter to the amusement park, and I was bored at home alone. I was too lazy to go with them, so I put on a DVD. The movie contained many explicit sex scenes, and before I even finished watching it, I felt a restless rush of blood coursing through my body, and waves of desire churning in my lower abdomen.

I paced anxiously in the room, finally mustering the courage to call my father-in-law: "Dad...are you busy right now? Oh...I...I feel a little itchy, um...or down there...I don't know, it's nothing, um, I'll be right there..."

I could tell from the phone that my father-in-law was even more nervous than I was, because genital warts really can recur, and he anxiously urged me to go to the clinic for a checkup immediately.

After hanging up, my heart started pounding. I drank some warm water to calm myself down and then went out to the clinic.

There were no patients at the clinic, only an old man from a nearby shop chatting with my father-in-law. Seeing my flushed face, my father-in-law saw the old man out, asking if I had a fever.

I nodded hesitantly, then shook my head. My father-in-law reached out and touched my forehead. "There's no fever. Go to the inner room, we'll check you out first..."

I nodded and went into the treatment room. My father-in-law closed the door and came in. Seeing me still sitting on the bed, fully dressed, he looked at me strangely. "Come on, lie down."

I unzipped my jeans in front of him. He seemed to want to look away, but I didn't hesitate and took off my pants, along with my underwear.

When I lay on the treatment bed in that familiar position, my courage seemed to vanish instantly. I felt uncomfortable and silently berated myself: What am I doing? Can't stand being alone?

My father-in-law didn't notice my emotional fluctuation. He adjusted the lights, pulled up a chair, and sat between my spread legs.

From my lying position, I could still see my father-in-law's actions. He stared at my genitals for a while, then leaned down close to my vulva. A warm breath wafted over me as he almost pressed his nose against my genitals, sniffing.

I was so nervous I almost squeezed my legs together to trap his head, but I didn't dare move. I had a sudden feeling that he was about to kiss my vulva.

In the end, my premonition didn't come true. My father-in-law shook his head and sat up. "Linlin, when did the symptoms appear?"

"I... I think it was yesterday..." I answered somewhat panicked.

My father-in-law didn't ask anything more. He didn't check or apply medicine as usual, but instead took an alcohol swab and gently wiped my labia, perineum, and down to my anus. A cool, itchy sensation came over me, and I felt goosebumps rise on my skin. It felt incredibly stimulating.

Then I could feel my father-in-law examining me thoroughly: "Where does it itch?"

"It seems... a little further inside, um..."

He parted my labia, inserted a finger, but neither rotated nor pressed; he simply observed and touched the vaginal opening before quickly withdrawing it.

He stopped examining me, his tone somewhat serious: "Let me see your underwear."

I handed him my underwear from beside my pillow, guiltily lowering my head, not daring to look at him. I must have been quite wet after watching DVDs at home; the dampness on my underwear said it all.

He flipped open the underwear, smelled it, and then handed it back to me: "Okay, put it on. You seemed a little nervous. It should be fine. I have an appointment with a patient later; you should go home now." With that, he left.
My father-in-law must have read my mind. I awkwardly put on my pants, feeling a mix of disappointment, anger, and mostly shame and remorse.

On the way home, my mind was in turmoil. I didn't know if I had made a mistake, and whether I could still get along so harmoniously with my father-in-law in the future. Actually, all I wanted was for my father-in-law to help me, to help me experience that ecstatic pleasure again, to help me reach that longed-for climax.

Sigh, it's really not easy being a woman who's living like a widow while also having to uphold traditional virtues. My father-in-law didn't satisfy me, making me feel like I'd become a sexually frustrated, unfulfilled woman.

When my father-in-law came home that evening, it was as if nothing had happened. He didn't ask about my "condition" at all; instead, he did what he always did: played with his granddaughter, watched TV, and then everyone went to bed.

Although I didn't reach the climax I was hoping for, my father-in-law's routine check and touch did relieve some of my tension and anxiety. By the time I lay in bed, I felt much calmer.

From then on, I never dared to find any excuse to let my father-in-law provide me with stimulation and satisfaction again.

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