He slept with a virgin internist

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Li is a young female internist I know. She's not exceptionally beautiful, but she's quite attractive. She's about 1.63 meters tall, with long, black hair always tied in a ponytail that falls down her back. She has long eyelashes, and her eyes aren't large; they're double-lidded, and when she smiles, her eyes squint, revealing two shallow dimples. If she laughs heartily, she reveals two very charming little tiger teeth. Her teeth are very white and clean.

She likes to wear skirts, and I started paying attention to her early on because of her sexy and frequently changing dresses. However, she's not very talkative and basically doesn't have the habit of chatting with people. After work, she usually goes straight to her rented apartment. I've always regretted not having a chance to get to know her better. Three years ago, one summer morning, she was seeing patients at her clinic. I went to see her to ask her a question because of a patient a friend had asked me to refer.

I remember that day; there weren't many patients, and they were all seeing specialists. She was the only one in the consultation room. She had her hair tied in a ponytail, wore a touch of light lipstick, and sat there reading. Underneath her white top was a blue and white striped dress, the hem of which was not visible, with flesh-colored stockings and red sandals. I coughed lightly, and she looked up, smiled politely, and asked, "Is there something you need?"

I explained what was wrong, and as I spoke, I pulled up a chair and sat down beside her. After she answered my question, I didn't want to leave, so I chatted casually, asking where she lived. She smiled and said, "In **Apartment." I said, "Then how can I contact you if I need your help?" She gave me the address very clearly, which I memorized. Later, I asked, "Where does your boyfriend work?"

"I don't have a boyfriend yet," she replied. On a whim, I asked, "Aren't you off work this afternoon? What are you doing?" She thought for a moment, then replied, "Reading in my room!" I continued, "I'm free, how about I come over to hang out?" She considered it for a second,

then said, "That's not a good idea, I don't have any hobbies! Forget it!" I persisted, then, shamelessly, said, "It's okay, I can come to your place, how about we chat?" Seeing my persistence, she politely replied, "Okay! Maybe another time!" I was about to say something more when a patient walked in, so I stood up, turned around, and said, "Wait for me at noon!" She didn't answer, so I left dejectedly.

After lunch, it was very hot. I washed myself thoroughly with shower gel, sprayed on some cologne, bought a large pineapple, and took a taxi to find her. The apartment she mentioned was very easy to find, and her place had a very prominent sign, so I easily found her dormitory. After climbing five flights of stairs, I reached the entrance and saw some underwear hanging on the wire mesh. Among them was a bright red bra and panties, very sexy. I thought to myself, if she were wearing that, judging from the style of the underwear, I could conclude that although she was a very introverted person, she was quite sexually frustrated.

And, based on my experience, women like that, once they unleash their passion, are incredibly powerful. Actually, I hesitated at the time. After all, everyone's impression of her was that she was cold and aloof; no one was her friend because she didn't like to communicate much. Therefore, many people weren't very familiar with her. Of course, this also meant there was very little negative news about her.

My understanding of introverted people is that, as long as they aren't lesbians, they also have emotions and desires, and they also crave passion. They just often fear a certain force, fear that their inner world will be understood by ordinary people. So, all it takes is the key to unlock their hearts. Their common weakness is that once you win their hearts, it's easy to win their bodies. And this is what we, as their confidants, crave. Thinking about this…

I cleared my throat and gently knocked on the door. "Who is it?" Her sweet voice came from inside. "It's me!" I answered instinctively, then felt silly. After all, we had only spoken once that morning; how could she possibly recognize my voice?

She didn't ask any more questions, opened the door, and, having probably just showered, changed into a peach-colored nightgown and red slippers. She wasn't wearing stockings, making her legs appear very white. Her hair was wet and disheveled, and her clothes were soaked. As she dried her hair with a towel, she looked at me with surprise. "It's you! Is something the matter?" It seemed she wasn't very welcoming of this unexpected guest.

This was a crucial moment. If we disagreed, I might not be allowed in and would be in a terrible mess. So, I coughed lightly and said with a smile in the softest voice I could muster, "It's nothing. I just remembered something while I was trying to sleep. I had a promise with you that I hadn't kept. I tossed and turned for ages, unable to fall asleep. I figured I'm a grown man, and I can't break my word, right?"

I was thinking to myself that the key to success or failure lay in whether she would let me in or not, so I had to go all out, saying the most cheesy and cheesy things that would really get to her. But she wasn't appreciative at all. She just smiled faintly and said, "Okay, now that you've come and done your job, you can go back and rest, right?"

I almost spat out blood when I heard that, but even though my blood was boiling inside, I kept a straight face and said in a kind and gentle voice, "No way! To show my sincerity, I walked a very, very long way here and climbed five flights of stairs. I'm so tired and thirsty now, and it's so hot. I'm already feeling a bit faint. You can't just leave me to die! Can I just rest for a bit and have some water before I leave?" When communicating with women, your wording is crucial. Here, I used "maybe" instead of the more common "isn't that right?", which makes a qualitative difference. This is something I learned from doing social surveys in college. I never thought I'd use it in picking up girls. Haha.

It seemed she couldn't refuse, so she reluctantly let me in. The room wasn't big: a living room, a kitchen, a bedroom, and a bathroom. Exactly as I imagined. I casually handed her the large pineapple, and she took it in her hand with a surprised look, staring at me. I addressed her seriously, "I'm sorry, the people in our neighborhood are all so indifferent, so all the flower shops around here have closed down. Only the fruit shop is still open, so this is the only pineapple I could find!" She chuckled, revealing her little tiger teeth. "You're so funny!" she laughed.

Seeing an opportunity, I continued seriously, "Hey, miss, you're not going to leave me standing here like this! At least give me a fan so I can cool off!" "Then please sit in the bedroom. The host's things are still in the living room, they haven't been moved yet!"

she said reluctantly. So I went to her bedroom, opened the door, and found the air conditioner on—perfect. The small room, only a few square meters, had pink paint on the walls; the owner seemed to have a good sense of style. A large double bed was covered with a straw mat and a thin pink towel blanket. Next to the bed was a dressing table with cosmetics on it. A tape recorder sat on a small table in the corner, next to several cassette tapes. In another corner was a clothes rack with her clothes hanging on it; they looked quite stylish.

Although the room wasn't large, it was relatively tidy. She went to get some water, and I sat on the bed, observing the room's layout, looking for a possible angle. She brought the water and placed it on the dressing table by the bedside. Afraid of an awkward silence, I asked, "Was my visit a bit sudden?" She pulled up a chair and sat opposite me, combing her hair as she replied, "Yes, I thought you were just saying it casually, I didn't expect you to actually come!"

I chuckled, "I always keep my promises! That's my motto. Even if it's this sweltering heat today, if it were to see you, I'd come even if it were raining knives! By the way, you have great taste! Your clothes are so fashionable. If I didn't know you were a doctor, I'd think you were a white-collar worker!"

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