Chapter 2

Jerry stood and picked up a tissue from the table. As I watched him wipe those familiar traces from his face and hands, I was completely mortified and furious.

I was such a slut. I hadn't been able to control myself for even a moment. My fluids were all over Jerry. His clean clothes were ruined. "S-sorry… I didn't mean it," I murmured.

"These reactions are normal. I only see you as a patient," Jerry said in a gentle voice. I felt my tension ease immediately. However, the moment I lowered my leg, he said, "Keep it up; the examination isn't over."

I had no choice but to obey.

After finishing the examination, he pulled out his phone and began taking pictures. Seeing me hesitate, he explained, "It's too dark down there; I can't see properly."

I was utterly mortified and wished I could disappear. I'd thought a little medication would be enough—who knew the checkup would be this thorough? I should have shaved in the dorm earlier.

After studying the photos for a while, Jerry finally identified the problem. "You're dealing with a fungal infection caused by an imbalance in your microbiome. You came to see me too late. Medication alone won't be enough."

I couldn't quite follow all of it, but it sounded serious. My heart pounded as I asked, "What should I do?"

"At this point, we'll have to rely on a device to help with desensitization. Lie down first. I need to see how many sensitive spots you have. If there are many, we'll have to increase the medication accordingly."

After hesitating for a moment, I did as he instructed.

"Open your legs slightly." Jerry knelt halfway by the bedside and began to inspect me closely. His hand was ice cold. The moment it touched my skin, a shiver ran through me. "Try to relax, or the examination won't be accurate."

I shut my eyes quickly, forcing myself to stay calm. I could feel his cold hands shifting back and forth. The rough tips of his fingers sparked waves of pleasure through every nerve.

My mind was flooded with panic. At this rate, it wouldn't take much for me to lose control again. I knew I should tell him to stop, yet my body seemed to silently urge him to go harder.

"Does it feel sensitive here?

"What about here?"

As Jerry applied pressure, he asked for my feedback on the sensation. Soon, my body went completely limp, as if it were on fire. The heat made my head swim, and my thoughts scattered into chaos.

Worried I might lose control, I tried to keep his hand from going further. However, before I could stop him, his fingers pressed a sensitive spot. That single touch was enough to send me over the edge.

It felt like every inch of my body and mind was screaming in ecstasy. I writhed uncontrollably, and my lips parted slightly. My legs spread wider without me realizing it.

Right when I was craving his touch, Jerry pulled his hand back without warning. Everything was over in the blink of an eye. A wave of disappointment washed over me.

Wiping his hands, Jerry said, "The examination is over. You're pretty sensitive in a lot of areas."

Even though his face stayed cold and indifferent, I couldn't miss the swelling at his groin. Could the seemingly distant, stoic Jerry actually have a wild side?

Tall and broad-shouldered, his entire body was corded with muscle. It was clear at a glance that he was well-built down there.

Good grief! What was I even thinking? I recoiled at my own thoughts. Lucky for me, he couldn't see inside my head, or I'd be in trouble for being so shameless.

"Dr. Lambert, are we finished?"

"Yes. Let me show you how to use this toy."

With that, Jerry pulled a box from below and opened it. Inside were toys in various lengths and girths, with veins that made them look strikingly real.

I felt my face heat up instantly. Keeping a perfectly serious expression, Jerry went on to explain everything in detail.

"These toys are designed to help with desensitization. After applying the medication, you can use a toy repeatedly to gradually reduce sensitivity. Many of your sensitive areas are located deep inside, so this tool is essential."

Feeling shy, I asked, "Which one do you think would be right for me?"

"Let me take a look and see which one fits best. Since this is an internal exam, do you want your boyfriend in the room?"

There was no way Michael could be here. If he saw another man touching me like this, he'd probably dump me on the spot.

Besides, the fact that he wasn't here made the experience unexpectedly thrilling. To my surprise, I told Jerry that Michael didn't need to be present.

"Alright, lie down." With that, Jerry put up a curtain between us. I bit my lip nervously. My hands were clenched around the sheets. I was caught between fear and anticipation.

Jerry's rough hand pressed against me, sending that familiar, electrifying tingle coursing through me once more. Each time, I nearly let out a moan. I dug my toes into the floor with all my strength.

"Many of your sensitive spots are situated deep within. I'll need a different tool."

The moment Jerry removed his hand, it felt like I'd plunged from the top of a mountain into a deep valley.

Seconds later, I heard the unmistakable sound of a zipper being undone. Without warning, something hot and hard pressed against me. I knew immediately that something was wrong.

I yanked the curtain aside and looked up. Oh my God…