The Gentleness and Elegance Between the Crotches (Part 1)

I've admired Zhao Yazhi since I was a child. She was the dream girl of many men, captivating us with her classic drama "The Legend of the White Snake." I, regardless of age, dreamed of marrying her someday. Only later did I realize it was impossible. I might never even meet her in person, let alone marry her. But fate is unpredictable; perhaps everything is destiny.

I attended a prestigious medical university in mainland China and graduated in 2001. After graduation, I was hired by a top-three private hospital in Hong Kong. I frequently saw celebrities there, and some of my colleagues were even their personal doctors. Hong Kong's celebrity culture is just as strong as the mainland's, but since people see so many stars, becoming a celebrity's personal doctor isn't as appealing. Right after my internship ended and I became a full-time employee, I received a call from Director Chen of my department, asking if I would agree to become Zhao Yazhi's personal doctor! Good heavens! I couldn't believe it. I'd only ever seen her on TV, and now I was going to meet her in person! How could I refuse? But I was just a young doctor; why would she choose me?

The director noticed my confusion: "Your major is Traditional Chinese Medicine, and you also minored in psychology, kinesiology, and nutrition at school. You received systematic training as a general practitioner. Your school practically trained you to be a private doctor. We gave the information of several qualified people to Zhao Yazhi, and she chose you. You should cherish this opportunity. Being her family doctor is a great job. According to her previous doctors, she is approachable and easy to get along with, unlike some celebrities who are bossy."

Hearing the director say that, I finally stopped hating the school's seven-year system and instead thanked the school for cultivating such a well-rounded talent in me. I expressed my determination to the director: "Director, don't worry, I will definitely live up to your expectations and do this job well so as not to embarrass the hospital!"

The director was somewhat dissatisfied with my answer: "Not to embarrass is enough, you have to bring honor to the hospital!"

I stood at attention and almost habitually gave a military salute: "Yes, not only to bring honor to the hospital, but also to bring honor to the people of the mainland in front of Hong Kong stars!"

The director was also from the mainland, so he smiled, seemingly satisfied with my serious yet playful answer. He gave me a few more instructions and then turned and left. At that time, we had no idea that my ambition to bring honor to Zhao Yazhi would truly become a prophecy, implying that I would try to make her lose her single status.

Time seemed to slow down after that. I was eager to see my childhood idol, the beautiful Zhao Yazhi. Finally, two days later, someone found me and the director, saying they were Zhao Yazhi's driver. After the director gave me a few brief instructions, I got into the car and drove off with them. The road was winding, turning left and right, until it finally stopped in front of a large mansion. The car slowly entered after the gate opened. The courtyard was lush with green trees and fragrant grass. After getting out of the car, no longer separated by tinted glass, the vibrant spring scenery looked even more beautiful. The house was a two-story villa, and in Hong Kong, where land is incredibly expensive, only the wealthy and powerful own such a house.

I followed the driver up the steps and knocked on the door. To my surprise, Zhao Yazhi herself opened the door. She was about 46 years old, but still had a beautiful face and delicate skin, with only a few fine wrinkles at the corners of her eyes. Heaven seemed to favor this ageless woman. Happiness came unexpectedly, leaving me so excited that I didn't know what to say. Zhao Yazhi nodded slightly to me as a greeting, and I hurriedly nodded back several times. Then the driver left, and Zhao Yazhi and I went into the room. Watching her graceful figure and light steps, her hips swaying gently with each step, exuded the charm of a mature woman. The

spacious living room was also decorated in a European style, understated yet luxurious. A classic European palace-style chandelier hung in the center of the ceiling, and the floor was covered in black and white tiles. Opposite was an exquisitely designed fireplace. The room didn't have many warm colors, but it still gave a very warm visual feeling. An artistic staircase spiraled up to the right of the room; the second floor must have been their bedroom.

I involuntarily looked around, and realizing my lapse in composure, I quickly lowered my head. Zhao Yazhi asked me to sit on the sofa. The leather sofa felt incredibly comfortable; I sank into it, feeling as if my whole body was in a state of weightlessness. Realizing my posture was somewhat inappropriate, I quickly leaned forward to sit more upright.

But she didn't seem to mind, and with a smile on her face, she spoke to me first: "Dr. He, how's work going lately?"

I was flattered and replied, "Very well, um...very well." After that, I didn't know what to say. Actually, I had received language training before and was quite talkative, and I really wanted to say more, but in my panic, I didn't know how to start, and I blurted out, "Aunt Zhao, Aunt Zhao, I really like you, ah no, I like the TV dramas you act in."

Why did I suddenly say that? I hated my lack of composure and chaotic thinking, but Zhao Yazhi didn't seem surprised by my sudden change of topic: "Thank you for your appreciation. So, which character in the TV drama do you like the most?"

"Bai Suzhen from 'The Legend of the White Snake'." I blurted out without thinking; this answer had been in my mind for a long time and didn't require any thought.

She wasn't too surprised: "Well, among my fans from the 60s and 70s, it's all because of 'Shanghai Bund,' and from the 80s, it's all because of 'The Legend of the White Snake.' When I took on this role, I never imagined it would give me a second spring in my acting career."

Mentioning Bai Suzhen, I became quite talkative. There's always so much to say about a character who has been in my heart for so long: "I love her classical beauty, her gentle and generous personality, her unwavering loyalty in love, her indomitable spirit in the face of fate, and her compassion for the poor. Such a kind and beautiful classical woman is every man's dream girl."

Zhao Yazhi gently said, "Dr. He's liking this character is the greatest affirmation for me as an actress."

I continued, "So men have channeled their feelings for the fictional Bai Suzhen onto you."

She couldn't help but smile: "Fictional characters can be infinitely perfect, but I'm not that good in real life. I'm just an ordinary person." "Is it a flaw?"

I hurriedly corrected her, "No, I've heard many people say that you yourself are as gentle and kind as Bai Suzhen, and I feel that way when I meet you. Besides, in our hearts, you are Bai Suzhen, Bai Suzhen is your incarnation."

Seeing my eagerness and excitement, she didn't argue anymore, "Then I'm grateful for everyone's misunderstanding. I also really liked my look in that drama. After filming ended, I even asked the props department for that outfit as a souvenir. It's still at home now, but I haven't worn it since." She paused and said, "Let's get to the point. Has Dr. He already made a plan for me?"

Speaking of my job, I became much more clear-headed: "A plan can't be made in advance. We need to look at the previous doctor's records of your condition and then conduct a physical examination on your current body before we can make a plan."

She took out her medical records and the report from her comprehensive physical examination at the hospital a few days ago. I looked at them carefully:

"Aunt Zhao, all your physical indicators are really standard. You're very healthy." I almost blurted out, "Your measurements are so standard too." “I’ll make a detailed plan when I get back. Do you have any other requests?”

She thought for a moment, “I’m going to shoot an underwear ad soon. I’ve been too busy lately and haven’t been exercising enough, so I’ve gained some weight. Could you help me make a weight loss plan?”

I said, “This will definitely require a combination of diet and exercise. I’ll prepare well when I get back.”

Unexpectedly, Zhao Yazhi said, “Why don’t you talk to my nutritionist and fitness coach and make it together?”

I was a little surprised; I didn’t realize she had so many personal health assistants.

I didn’t want to be hindered or hindranced, so I said, “If you trust me, I’d like to create a diet plan for you using traditional Chinese medicine’s dietary theory. This is incompatible with the nutritionist’s methods, and the fitness plan will also change; it’s a plan based on the Five Animal Frolics.”

She was very happy to hear this, “Great! I trust traditional Chinese things. I chose you because of your major. I’ll leave everything to you.”

I asked for her address again, exchanged phone numbers, and then said goodbye and went home. It would be difficult for me to find her house on my own, but knowing the address meant I could take a taxi; I just needed to remember the house's features. Few people knew where her house was because she got into a car right outside her door, and the tinted windows of her car would isolate her from the outside world.

I began another agonizing wait. After seeing Zhao Yazhi, my mind and body were completely captivated by her. She was on my mind all day long. Her classically beautiful face, her exquisite figure, her elegant demeanor, and her noble, mature womanly charm completely conquered me. After seeing such a beauty, any other woman, even a young girl, seemed ordinary and unworthy of my attention. Her husband was so lucky to have such a beautiful woman; countless men envied him. How could I possibly penetrate her world?

When I went to her house again, I brought a prepared plan; I needed to call her beforehand to enter that secluded mansion.

"Hello Aunt Zhao, it's nice to see you again. Please give this recipe to your chef. And which gym do you usually go to?"

"Sure, I have a small gym at home. It's not big, but it's enough. Let me show you."

She even has a gym? That's good, it's convenient since it's near her home. Upon entering the gym, she saw a full range of equipment, even enough for professional workouts. As she walked, she said, "My husband used to work up a sweat here all the time, and my three sons and I would come here too. But then he got too busy with work and often didn't come home, and my sons all have their own things to do,

so this place has been left unused." I chimed in, "Oh, where do they go when they're not home?" She said with a touch of sadness, "After my husband stopped acting, he became a very successful lawyer, always getting big cases. He's always working day and night at his law firm, sometimes even traveling to other places to defend his clients. My eldest son works at a newspaper, and he's so busy he can only come home occasionally. My second son boards at school and comes home for two days a week. My youngest son is in middle school and still lives at home, but he also comes home very late every day. The maid, cook, and driver all live in the house next door. Sometimes I'm all alone in this big room, and I feel so empty and lost.

" No wonder she's always home alone, I thought with a surge of joy. Seeing that I'd stirred up some sadness in her, I quickly changed the subject: "But you seem to have a very full schedule, aren't you?" She nodded slightly: "My recent project is that lingerie ad. What's your weight loss plan?" "

I gave her a brief introduction: 'The Five Animal Frolics is a set of medical qigong exercises created by Hua Tuo, imitating the movements of five animals: bear, tiger, ape, deer, and bird. It's used to prevent and treat diseases and prolong life. In recent years, it has been modified to include the amazing effects of body shaping and slimming.'

She said, 'Okay, teach me quickly.'

So I demonstrated for her while explaining the key points: 'Stand naturally with your feet parallel and shoulder-width apart... Okay, like that.'

After teaching her the proper movements, I told her, 'The body shaping part is the same. First, stand naturally, then push your chest forward, push your shoulders back, tuck in your abdomen, bend forward at the waist, lift your buttocks, and return to the starting position. Repeat this movement.'

This is the body shaping and slimming part that I added for He Wen. It's not as magical as I described, but it is aerobic exercise after all. As long as you persist, it will definitely have a slimming effect. Most importantly, I can enjoy a good look at her and feast my eyes. Watching her wearing tight sportswear, her breasts and buttocks moving back and forth under my instructions, is incredibly pleasurable. I imagined her movements as the involuntary body movements of a woman during sex."

Not quite satisfied with just watching, I told her, "Then kneel on the mat with both knees on the ground, and repeat the motion of touching the ground with your shoulders, elbows, and palms, while looking straight ahead and tilting your head back as far as possible."

I imagined this movement as her anxious, shifting movements when being penetrated by a man, her neck tense from the stimulation of pleasure.

"After the upper body exercise, it's time for the lower body exercise. Sink your waist, raise your hips, and use your waist strength to sway your hips up and down five times, then sway left and right five times, then sway in circles to the left and right five times each, alternating."

She obediently began to sway her round buttocks, and I watched from behind, swallowing hard, my penis erect, wanting nothing more than to pull down her pants, grab her swaying buttocks, and insert my penis into her vagina. But reason told me I couldn't do that now.

"Stop when you feel a slight fatigue in your lower back, and repeat the upper body movements."

I hadn't had enough of watching her when she complained of being tired: "I can't go on anymore, I can't keep going, this set of movements is really tiring."

"Aunt Zhao, you'll only see results when you're tired. Lying in bed will only make you gain weight. As long as you persevere, you'll see results in a short time." "

Okay, Dr. He."

"Don't call me Dr. He anymore, can you call me Xiao Wen?"

"Okay, Xiao Wen." Although it was just a change in address, it made my heart flutter, and I felt that our relationship and affection had taken a step closer.

"Aunt Zhao, do you believe in Chinese Yin-Yang and Feng Shui?"

"Of course I do! I consulted a Feng Shui master before buying this house, and he said the Feng Shui is very good."

Hearing that she believed in it made me feel enlightened. "The placement of furniture and items can also affect Feng Shui. I know a little about it. Would you like me to take a look?"

Zhao Yazhi said yes and led me to see each room. Her house had many large rooms, with each of her sons having their own. As I walked around, I noticed that the houses where the chefs and drivers lived were built later. I muttered some Feng Shui terms she didn't understand: "The Feng Shui here was originally very good, but the building that was built there violated the White Tiger Sha, but it's not a big problem. The main lines of the two buildings don't overlap much. Hmm, the position of this mirror is a bit of a reflection Sha." Actually, I didn't understand either, but she understood even less than I did, so I didn't hold back.

My goal was to tire her out, and sure enough, she said, "I'm too tired. I'm going to take a shower to relax. You can take a look yourself."

I was secretly delighted. That was exactly what I wanted to hear. It seemed she completely trusted me.

After she went to the bathroom, I took out several pinhole cameras I had prepared beforehand and placed them in various rooms. In her bedroom, I put one in the decorative part of the wall lamp; in her second and youngest sons' rooms, I placed one in the potted plants on the windowsill; and I also placed one near the ventilation vent of the downstairs bathroom. These pinhole cameras were very sophisticated, with built-in high-energy lithium batteries. They were normally off, only turning on when the target was active, and most importantly, they transmitted wirelessly.

After doing all this, I stood not far from the bathroom, listening to the sound of Zhao Yazhi showering. I really wanted to break down the door and see her naked body emerging from the water, like a lotus flower. I could have just looked without doing anything, but I restrained myself and sat in the living room waiting for her to come out.

Finally, she emerged, draped in a bath towel, her hair loose, exuding a pleasant fragrance. Her smooth legs and arms were exposed; her hands were as soft as jade, her skin as smooth as cream. I felt an urge to pounce on her and caress her skin, but I knew it would be futile. So I chatted with her for a bit, telling her to give the recipes to the chef and to exercise daily. Thinking about all the rousing things she did every day that I couldn't see filled me with regret.

But it didn't matter; thankfully, I had a few "spies" planted in her house. From then on, every night after work, I would stay up late watching my computer, as it was the receiver for those pinhole cameras. But for two days in a row, she was alone in her room. I saw her toss and turn in bed for a while, letting out low moans, before falling asleep. Once her body was still, the cameras stopped working.

The Mid-Autumn Festival is approaching, and as the saying goes, "On festive occasions, one misses their loved ones even more." Unable to go home, I sat alone in my room, bored, exchanging holiday greetings with old friends and current colleagues. Just then, my phone rang. It was Zhao Yazhi calling! I quickly answered, "Xiaowen? Happy Mid-Autumn Festival!" Her gentle, maternal voice came through the receiver, thrilling me. She actually thought of me on this day of family reunion, sending me holiday wishes. I was almost moved to tears: "Thank you, thank you Aunt Zhao, Happy Mid-Autumn Festival to you too, thank you." Finally, she reminded me, "Don't forget to call home." I was overwhelmed with happiness, repeatedly promising, "Yes, yes, I know, I definitely will."

Hanging up, the feeling of happiness lingered. I even felt that because of her few words, this was the happiest Mid-Autumn Festival I'd ever had. Although I spent it alone, I wasn't lonely. She is truly a kind and thoughtful woman. I even installed a camera in her house to spy on her! Compared to her, I felt so insignificant and pathetic. I felt ashamed of my actions. So I immediately uninstalled the software from my computer and resolved to remove all the cameras the next time I went to her house.

But late at night, I couldn't sleep and couldn't stop thinking about it. It was the Mid-Autumn Festival, and her husband would definitely be home. What if they did something? I thought I could see her naked. I felt incredibly guilty about these thoughts. She was such a good woman; I couldn't do that to her. But the kinder and more beautiful a woman was, the more attractive she became to me. In the midst of this internal struggle, the evil thought won out, and I finally couldn't resist reinstalling the software.

As soon as I reinstalled it, I saw an exciting scene on the screen: Zhao Yazhi's husband, Huang Jinshen, had indeed returned home! Perhaps absence makes the heart grow fonder. As soon as he lay down on the bed, Zhao Yazhi placed one of her fair, delicate legs across him, making a coquettish sound, and gently rubbing her leg against Huang Jinshen's penis. Even through his underwear, I could see that his penis was somewhat erect.

He said apologetically, "Wife, I'm sorry. I've been so busy these past few days and have neglected you." Zhao Yazhi chided, "You know, I've been missing you so much lately. I get all wet down there at night, but you're not here. I haven't even touched it with my hands, just touched my breasts, all because I was waiting for you." No wonder I heard her moan softly in the video. As she hummed, she reached out to touch Huang Jinshen's penis. I had never seen Zhao Yazhi in a sex scene on TV. Once, I saw her about to be raped by a villain, and I was thrilled, but in the end, she escaped the clutches, leaving me feeling disappointed and a little guilty. Why did I want to see the woman I liked being raped?

But the Zhao Yazhi in front of me wasn't acting. At this moment, she was a real woman full of carnal desire. Her allure made my heart pound. When a normally dignified, mature woman begs for pleasure in bed, the temptation is simply irresistible. Even in middle age, she is still so charming.

Huang Jinshen, aroused by the touch, also reached out and touched Zhao Yazhi's genitals: "Oh, wife, you're so wet." Upon being touched, Zhao Yazhi let out a captivating moan: "Mmm...hmm...it's been flowing...for days, or even more, hmm...husband, deeper...it's so itchy inside."

Her intoxicated state not only captivated me watching on the screen, but also her husband. He got up and took Zhao Yazhi's breast into his mouth, his fingers moving rapidly in and out of her vagina. Zhao Yazhi's... The moans grew louder as her mouth opened wider, the frequency matching the rhythm of her finger movements. She held Huang Jinshen's head tightly to her chest, pressing against her breasts, and said unconsciously, "Husband...husband...I can't take it anymore, I want a thick one, it's so itchy inside, I can't stand it, waah..." She even made a sound like crying. The torment of lust and the torment of pain have something in common: both are unbearable, impacting the vocal cords and causing involuntary moans and cries.

Huang Jinshen suddenly stood up, knelt between Zhao Yazhi's legs, put her legs on his shoulders, looked down, and then thrust his hips forward, undoubtedly inserting his penis into her vagina. His body blocked my view—the camera angle—so I could only see their side and back. But from Zhao Yazhi's soft, unbearable cry, I knew she had been penetrated.

Her cry was beautiful; although she cried out forcefully, it wasn't a shrill, desperate scream, but rather a melodious and pleasant sound. I saw her furrow her brows, sometimes biting her lower lip, sometimes opening her mouth wide and crying out incessantly: "Ah... um... ah... husband, I'm going to die... I'm going to die... it feels so good, ah ah..."

Zhao Yazhi always played virtuous women on television, kind, traditional, and averse to lewdness. But now I truly heard her involuntarily utter such words. My penis was stimulated to its limit, but I had no time to caress it. I stared intently at the lewd scene on the screen. My initial guilt had long since vanished. I was probably the first person in the world to see Zhao Yazhi having sex.

Huang Jinshen pulled Zhao Yazhi up and turned her over. She lay face down on the bed as I had taught her. Her husband slapped her buttocks, and she anxiously twisted her hips, hoping to be penetrated. This wasn't the Five Animal Frolics I had taught her, but rather the husband's play. She was being teased by her husband, twisting haphazardly, her body movements completely driven by primal desire.

Huang Jinshen grasped Zhao Yazhi's buttocks with both hands, first spreading them apart to fully expose her anus and vagina, then closing them back to cover them with her buttocks. This woman was truly a beauty; the audience was deceived by her clothing. Even after removing all the coverings, her breasts and buttocks were still very attractive. Of course, given her height of 165 cm and weight of 103 kg, they couldn't be particularly large, but their size was just right, a typical characteristic of a classical beauty.

Huang Jinshen, supporting Zhao Yazhi's hips, suddenly inserted his penis into her vagina. Zhao Yazhi couldn't withstand such intense stimulation; her body, which had been lying prone, suddenly straightened up, her neck tilting back. "Isn't this the movement I taught her? She even practices it during sex!" she thought. "Actually, this is a modification I made based on sex positions." She gripped the sheets tightly, whimpering incessantly. Her husband, a strong man, pounded into her, making her body sway back and forth. The sheets were completely torn under her body, and the pillow was thrown to the floor. With nothing left to hold onto, she grabbed Huang Jinshen's arm, but he grabbed both of her arms in return, half-squatting and increasing the speed of his thrusts. Zhao Yazhi's vaginal muscles and her husband's penis rubbed together in her vaginal fluids, making a squelching sound.

But what stimulated my eardrums even more than the sound was Zhao Yazhi's almost pleading moans: "Ahhh, husband, I can't take it anymore... It feels so good... It feels so good..." She was, after all, a traditional and virtuous woman, and even when she moaned, she didn't use many lewd words, only saying things like "It feels so good."

Huang Jinshen's words were much rougher. With the sounds of his abdomen slamming against Zhao Yazhi's buttocks, Huang Jinshen growled, "You like it when I fuck you, don't you? You've only been gone a few days and you already want me to fuck you? Tonight I'll fuck you properly, ahhh..." Huang Jinshen's movements became faster and faster. Finally, he pulled out his penis, a stream of semen spilling onto the bed. Aside from his heavy breathing, his chest heaving, he remained motionless.

They were finally finished, and I finally breathed a sigh of relief. I could now watch the saved video and masturbate. I imagined myself in Huang Jinshen's position, and Zhao Yazhi being fucked like that, as if she were really moaning and writhing beneath me. Thinking this, I quickly ejaculated, then fell into a deep sleep, exhausted. I almost missed work the next day.

When will she call me again? For the past few days, I've been masturbating to that video every day. When I masturbate, I look at Zhao Yazhi and imagine my hand stroking my penis as her vagina. But my palm can't compare to the warmth and moisture inside her vagina. After ejaculating, I always feel a sense of loss. I really want to have sex with her, but I think watching her sex video is already immoral. To fantasize about having sex with her would be making things worse. But the power of morality is insignificant, while the power of desire is incredibly strong. I simply can't suppress my sexual fantasies and desires for her, and then I constantly condemn myself, telling myself that I'm still a good person.

One weekend, she called again, asking me to come to her house. As a private doctor, I'm expected to be available at any time. When I arrived, I found her in the yard, seemingly a little downcast. "Would you like to take a walk and chat with me in the yard?" she said. "A private doctor has a responsibility to provide psychological support, right?" Of course, I had no objection; it was both my duty and my wish. Seeing her now, fully dressed, and remembering that she was the woman I'd seen naked in bed making love just a few days earlier, I couldn't help but feel a surge of emotion, mixed with doubt. Were they the same person? The woman before me was so elegant; how could she have such a passionate moment?

It was Mid-Autumn Festival; the trees in the woods were still green, and the flowers and plants along the path, though no longer lush, were not yet faded. We strolled along the path.

“Mid-Autumn Festival has passed,” she sighed softly. “It’s been so long. The whole family only gets together once a year during Mid-Autumn Festival. Even when they’re home, they don’t know where I am, or when the next time will be.” She was a woman who deeply missed her family and loved ones. I said with a sense of empathy, “I feel the same way. We can only reunite once a year. Life is always full of helplessness. Only those who are content are truly happy. I have a fulfilling job, and you have a prestigious position in the film industry with countless fans. Let’s both think more about what makes us happy.”

She smiled bitterly, “That’s true, but the longing for separation can’t be eliminated. No one’s comfort can completely relieve anyone’s pain. Just talk to me more. It’s sad, I seem to have many friends in the entertainment industry, but when I have something on my mind, I don’t know who to confide in. Sigh.”

“It’s lonely at the top, isn’t it? As I’ve grown up, I’ve felt that I have fewer and fewer close friends, let alone a star of your stature. One or two close friends are enough.”

“Celebrities are people too, they need feelings and communication.”

Then, in silence, they walked slowly together. A gentle breeze blew, carrying the fresh scent of nature—the fragrance of pine trees and the sweet aroma of unknown flowers. I couldn't help but take a deep breath. “Aunt Zhao, life is still beautiful, isn't it?” She nodded and said, “I love life and nature. Also, I've been calling you Xiao Wen, so you can call me Sister Zhi too.”

I was overjoyed; I had always wanted to call her that. So I readily agreed, “Okay, Sister Zhi, that's a very affectionate way to address you.”

Zhao Yazhi smiled and was about to say something when she tripped over something and lost her balance. I quickly reached out to catch her, but I also tripped on a step and fell onto the low railing of the flower bed. A sharp pain shot through my back, but the next second I suddenly realized that Zhao Yazhi was in my arms. The soft, warm scent of a mature woman made me forget the pain and I didn't want to get up. Let this precious moment last forever.

She hurriedly got up: "Where are you hurt? Let me see, I'm so sorry, Xiaowen, I'm so sorry."

Seeing her concerned expression, I felt that even dying would be worth it.

I frowned: "My back seems to be injured." There was no need to pretend; it really hurt. She lifted my clothes from behind: "Oh, it's bleeding! A deep wound! What should we do? Let's go inside and get it treated." I tried to pretend it was nothing: "It's okay, I can just wash it and put some medicine on it when I get home."

She said anxiously: "Can you reach it yourself? How can you wash it and put on the medicine? Don't be stubborn, I'll help you wash it."

Just thinking about her treating my wound herself made me want to laugh out loud; I felt like I should be covered in wounds myself.

When we got to the bathroom, she first tested the water temperature with her hand. This small gesture touched me deeply. Then she carefully helped me remove my blood-stained shirt. I was shirtless, with my back to her. I wondered what she thought when she saw my fit physique. I was sure she wouldn't ignore it; a young man's physique was better than her husband's middle-aged, overweight one. She gently grasped my arm and rinsed the wound with the showerhead. Touched by her delicate hands, I felt completely relaxed, and the wound no longer hurt.

"Xiaowen, be prepared, I want to rinse inside the wound," she said. Then she gently pulled back the skin around the wound and rinsed inside with water. The soft fingers and warm water felt comfortable, without any pain. As she rinsed, she said, "This water is specially supplied purified water that has been strictly disinfected; it's very hygienic."

The blissful rinsing finally ended. She applied medicine and carefully bandaged it. Her movements were gentle and skillful, as if she had received nursing training. I thanked her profusely, saying, "I'm so sorry, as a doctor, I need you to bandage my wound." She scolded me slightly, "You silly child, even the best doctor can't reach their own back, and besides, you got hurt because of me. I should thank you."

She touched me once again, and my plans were put on hold, especially since I was also injured.

I received her call several days later: "Xiaowen, is your injury healed? Does it still hurt? I'm in Shanghai filming that commercial; I'll come back as soon as it's finished." Her concern for me despite being far away filled me with a surge of pride: "I...I was injured? I didn't feel anything!" Her voice came through the phone: "You're quite optimistic. We'll meet again in a few days." Her concern touched me, but the thought of her being thousands of miles away made me sad, and I felt a pang of longing. Even though we were in the same city, the feeling of not being able to meet was wonderful.

A while later, a message from Zhao Yazhi appeared on my phone: "Xiaowen, I've noticed my third son is acting a bit differently lately. He seems listless. I think it's because he's going through puberty. His father is busy with work, and I'm embarrassed to talk to him about these things. Could you talk to him about puberty, including sex education? I trust you, thank you."

I replied: "Don't worry, being a family doctor means paying attention to the physical and mental health of every family member. It's my duty."

Huang Guangye, what kind of teenage thoughts does he have? I can't understand kids these days. Luckily, I happened to have a camera in his room. Let's see what he does there. I opened the folder and found that he always goes out for half a day every night. I checked the bathroom video from the same time, but he didn't go to the bathroom. What was he doing? Especially one night, he was out for a long time and was restless for a long time after he came back. I checked the date, and that day was the Mid-Autumn Festival! Was he eavesdropping on his parents' lovemaking? I checked the time; the two matched perfectly. I also checked the times when Zhao Yazhi was moaning alone a few days prior, which also matched the times Huang Guangye left! I was certain he had gone to Zhao Yazhi's room to eavesdrop on his mother's moans. This kid is really bold; how embarrassing it would be if his parents found out! But his behavior also excited me a bit. It turns out that not only do I have impure thoughts about Zhao Yazhi, but even her own son can't resist her mature charm. Thinking of this, my guilt suddenly lessened a lot. It's not that I'm too lustful; it's just that she's too tempting.

I know Zhao Yazhi's house well. She hadn't returned yet. Her third son, Huang Guangye, was home for the weekend. He was 15, a handsome young man. I introduced myself: "Hello, I'm your family doctor." Huang Guangye politely said, "Hello, brother. I've heard my mother talk about you." His polite attitude showed he had a good upbringing.

“Can we chat? I just went through your age, maybe I can offer some advice.”

“Hmm, chatting is fine, but I haven’t been doing anything lately.” He said, his gaze somewhat unfocused.

I tried to close the distance between us and ease his wariness: “I didn’t say anything about you, Guangye. Don’t be so tense just because I’m a doctor. Can’t doctors just chat normally?”

“Are you stressed about your studies lately? When I was your age, the teachers were really pushing me. Maybe it’s different in mainland China and Hong Kong, but we were all terrified of teachers and doctors when we were kids.”

Huang Guangye relaxed a little: “It’s the same for everyone, I don’t like teachers and doctors either.” He looked up at me, realizing he might have thought it inappropriate: “Some are quite nice.”

I smiled. "Does that include me? People associate seeing a doctor with illness, so they don't like doctors. But you should see a doctor even when you're healthy." I paused. "Guangye, how's your sleep lately?"

He suddenly became uneasy. "Great, great, my sleep quality is very good."

I immediately asked, "Then why did your teacher say you doze off in class and can't concentrate? What time do you go to bed at night?"

He mumbled, "Around eleven."

I asked again, "Do you fall asleep immediately after lying down?"

He didn't speak, but nodded hesitantly. I said, "You're a good boy, you should tell the truth. "

He looked at me, opened his mouth as if to speak, but stopped, and remained silent for a long time. He was truly an honest boy, never lying. His expression and behavior already told others what was on his mind.

"Keeping it all inside will cause problems. Tell me, and I won't tell anyone."

"Including my mother?"

"Of course, anyone."

He remained silent and hesitant, clearly struggling with his thoughts.

"I promise I won't tell anyone, you can believe me."

"I, I, one night I happened to pass by my mother's room and heard low sounds coming from inside. It was my mother's voice. I'd never heard her make those sounds before. It sounded like she was in pain, but not quite. She's very strong; she never makes a sound when she's in pain. I felt a sense of comfort listening to it." "

So you went to listen every night?" The mother he was talking about was Zhao Yazhi, which excited me.

"No, no, not every night," he hurriedly protested.

"One day my father came home, and my mother's sounds got even louder. I thought my father was hitting my mother, but they have a very good relationship, so it's impossible. Then I suddenly remembered, they were, were, making love."

"Do you know what making love is?"

"Yes, it's what the teachers at school talk about—the mating of the sexes, the union of sperm and egg. But I don't know how to achieve that."

I thought to myself, Hong Kong's sex education isn't much more advanced than the mainland's. A middle school student who doesn't know how to make love. Right, he doesn't seem to know anything about masturbation either. In the video, he looked like he wanted to release but didn't know how.

“Let me tell you, sex is mysterious. Sperm and egg combine to produce offspring, but it’s also very simple. You can tell just by looking at it.”

“Some of my classmates have seen it, and I think they’re all bad people.” This is such an innocent child, he doesn’t understand anything yet.

I deliberately made my point a little harsher: “Then your dad and mom also have sex, are they bad people too?”

He was speechless for a moment. I continued, “Sex is a necessary behavior for procreation. Without sex, humanity would be extinct, and you wouldn’t be here. Similarly, what’s wrong with watching sex videos? They’re allowed to do it, but we’re not allowed to watch? You’re old enough to watch.”

His eyes shone with hope, but his expression was also a little timid: “Can you not tell anyone, including my mom?”

“Of course, it’s our secret, and you shouldn’t tell anyone else either.”

He nodded firmly, and then I used his computer to download the video from my email. I trembled a little while doing this, feeling both uneasy self-reproach and inexplicable excitement. I wanted to watch him enjoy the scene of his mother, Zhao Yazhi, and his father having sex!

As soon as the video started, he suddenly became breathless because he saw his parents lying naked on the bed. He stared at it for a while, then suddenly turned to me with a determined look and whispered, "You're a bad person."

I said to him, "I showed you what you wanted to see. How am I a bad person? Didn't you always want to hear your mother's moans and see her naked body? Look, how beautiful her breasts are! Don't you want to see them?" After I finished speaking, Huang Guangye couldn't help but turn his head back to stare at the screen, his chest heaving violently. He stopped looking at me and stopped talking to me.

I knew that his mother Zhao Yazhi's beautiful body had conquered his heart. On the screen, Huang Jinshen had already penetrated Zhao Yazhi, and Zhao Yazhi let out a long, soul-stirring moan. I said to Huang Guangye, "The sound you heard your mother make that day is exactly the same as this, right? You just couldn't see the picture then. She moaned because your father's penis was penetrating her vagina. That's sex, understand?" Huang Guangye didn't look at me and mechanically nodded slowly.

By this time, Zhao Yazhi had been turned over by Huang Jinshen and was kneeling on the bed. I deliberately said some provocative things to Huang Guangye: "Look at your mother's buttocks, aren't they beautiful? So white, so round, so full. They must feel so good to touch. It's just a pity that only your father can touch them." He bit his lip and didn't say anything, but who knows if he was secretly jealous of his father. Huang Jinshen was thrusting into Zhao Yazhi from behind, and Zhao Yazhi's melodious moans drifted into her son's room. Since we could only see their backs and sides, Huang Guangye tilted his head to one side, as if that would allow him to see their faces, looking both cute and funny.

"Your mother's moans sounded really good, didn't they? Did you hear them clearly that day?" He didn't understand masturbation yet, so I reached out and grabbed Huang Guangye's penis. He shuddered but didn't push me away. I gently unzipped his pants, and his penis sprang out instantly. His fair penis was already engorged and swollen from his mother's lewd behavior, the blood tinged with the vigor of youth. I gently held and rubbed it: "Look at the screen and imagine that your mother was moaning like that because your penis was inside her. Doesn't that excite you?"

I took my hand back. After all, I'm not gay. After my hand left, he quickly grabbed his own penis and started masturbating like me. His handsome face flushed red. Huang Jinshen was already half-squatting and thrusting violently into Zhao Yazhi from behind. Zhao Yazhi's moans were no longer coherent, but intermittent and short, each sound the highest note. Huang Guangye must have been imagining himself having sex with his mother, just as I had instructed. He stood up, his penis close to the screen, his hand moving faster, moaning, "Mom... Mom... Ah... Ah... Ah." As Huang Jinshen ejaculated onto Zhao Yazhi's buttocks, Zhao Yazhi collapsed onto the bed. Huang Guangye's penis also ejaculated white semen, all of it landing on the screen where Zhao Yazhi was. Zhao Yazhi could never have imagined that, several days later, she would be fantasized about in this way by her own son.

After ejaculating, Huang Guangye's body trembled a few times, then he slumped weakly into the chair. I waited for him to calm down and said to him, "It felt good, didn't it? As long as you don't tell anyone, I'll have more videos like this of your mother for you to watch. But you have to pay attention in class and not look listless in front of your teachers and parents." He stared at me blankly. I didn't know what he was thinking. Actually, I felt it was cruel to treat such an innocent child like this, but watching him masturbate in front of his mother's sex video was quite a stimulating thing.

That evening, when I got home, I turned on my computer as usual and watched the video in Huang Guangye's room for the first time. As I expected, he was still masturbating while staring at the video on the screen. I checked, and he had masturbated several more times after I left. It seemed the video of his mother having sex had a huge impact on him. I suddenly remembered Zhao Yazhi's request for me to tell Huang Guangye some sex education so he could get out of his confusion. But I had only made him sink deeper. For my own selfish desires, I had betrayed Sister Zhi's trust. I felt incredibly guilty, but what could I do? Wasn't my desire to have Zhao Yazhi under me wicked? I hadn't forgotten about it all along. So I told myself that this was a stage he would inevitably have to go through. Maybe he would get used to it after the novelty wore off, and that would be for the best. I hoped so. And so, I wavered between righteousness and wickedness, wanting her as my woman, yet fearing I would betray her. But these two things couldn't be satisfied at the same time.

For the first time, I proactively texted Zhao Yazhi: "When are you coming back, Sister Zhi? I talked to Guangye, and he's very understanding. He said he's been staying up late studying lately, but he'll manage his time better in the future. I've also confided in him about things during puberty, so don't worry."

Zhao Yazhi quickly replied: "I'm waiting at the airport now. I'll be home tomorrow morning. Come to my house tomorrow at noon; I've been so tired lately, could you help me recover?"

"Okay, see you tomorrow." My brief reply couldn't hide my excitement. I'd see her again tomorrow; a day apart feels like three autumns. I really missed her.

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