1 Hospital Emergency Room. My legs splayed, I lay on the examination bed, my "problem area" completely exposed. "Doctor, I… I accidentally got something stuck inside." Rubber-gloved fingers probed within… "I've developed a new massage technique that can be very soothing for patients with your level of... over-stimulation. Would you like to try it?" Looking up at the handsome face of the doctor under the surgical light, I shyly nodded. … My name is Sarah Miller, I'm 24 years old, and I recently got married. I was born into a wealthy family; my parents were prominent figures in the business world. I was pampered from birth, always had the best of everything, from clothes to creature comforts. My parents never really asked for much from me, as long as I stayed out of trouble with the law, I was free to do whatever made me happy. Luckily, not only did I enjoy such a luxurious life, but I also inherited my mother’s striking beauty. Tall, long-legged, with a full, well-proportioned figure. By sixteen, my bra size was already a C, firm and perfectly shaped. Now, at twenty-four, my figure has developed to its peak, even more enticing than in my adolescence. Ample breasts, full hips, and a waist so slender it could be spanned by a single hand. My features are beautiful and refined; even without makeup, I can captivate countless men. Over the years, I've never lacked suitors, but I have high standards; most men just didn't catch my eye. Eventually, my family thought I was getting older and arranged a blind date, which is how I met my current husband. We came from similarly suitable backgrounds, had a good initial impression, and after getting to know each other for a while, we got married. I was quite satisfied with the marriage. Aside from my husband being quite busy with work, everything else was perfect. Fortunately, I have many friends, so my days are always lively and fun. That day, it was a friend's birthday, and I drank a bit too much. By the time I got home, I was pleasantly tipsy. Under the influence of alcohol, I suddenly found myself in a mood. My husband was away on a business trip, so I decided to take matters into my own hands. But whether I used it for too long, or the quality of the product was subpar, I hadn't even started properly when the handle of my little toy snapped off. Realizing what happened, I sobered up considerably and frantically reached for it. The toy had already gone deep, and there was nothing outside to grasp. Even worse, the remote control had stopped working. I was completely terrified and immediately hailed a cab to the hospital. And that led to the current situation. I lay on the hospital bed. The surrounding curtains were drawn, creating a small, enclosed space. The young doctor stood by the bed, his gaze lowered to the medical chart in his hand. I felt awkward, my eyes darting around. I caught a glimpse of the name on his badge: Ethan Cole. "Please remove your pants." I froze, hesitated for a moment, then, blushing, slid off my jeans. A pair of beautiful legs were exposed under the lights. My skin was fair and translucent, with a faint blush around the knees, gleaming faintly in the light. My calves were straight and slender, my thighs full and shapely, without an ounce of excess fat. My female friends always envied my legs. They said I had "wine-glass legs," in short, exceptionally sexy. The moment I removed my pants, I noticed Dr. Cole's gaze lingering on my legs. I felt a surge of secret satisfaction. As expected, no man could resist my beauty. Even if he was a tall, handsome, high-caliber man himself. Ethan’s hands were remarkably attractive—large palms, defined knuckles. His fingers were long and slender, looking incredibly dextrous. If those hands were to… Yet, his demeanor was distinctly cool and detached. His handsome face was framed by black half-rimmed glasses, and his eyes behind the lenses held a cool, distant look. But the colder a man seemed, the more he ignited my competitive spirit. The device inside me was still vibrating uncontrollably. My breathing became uneven, my gaze unconsciously fixed on his face. I imagined his cold eyes blazing with desire. As if sensing my gaze, he subtly quirked the corner of his mouth. I snapped back to reality, abruptly averting my eyes. He reached out, his index finger hovering above my lower abdomen. I looked down at my pink lace, my cheeks slowly turning red, my voice barely a whisper. "This… this too?" Ethan nodded, his expression leaving no room for argument. I kept repeating in my mind, "It's nothing, it's nothing. To a doctor, a patient is just a patient." Hypnotizing myself, I steeled my resolve and pulled away the pink lace fabric. Ethan’s breathing visibly hitched for a moment. Even though I deliberately turned my head away, I could feel his scorching gaze locked on me. He slowly put on his gloves, then bent over, seizing one of my calves. The cold touch of the rubber glove sent a jolt through me, and my breathing quickened. He slowly pulled my calf open, folded it upwards, then did the same with the other leg. After placing both legs on the specially designed footrests of the hospital bed, he pressed a switch on the bed's control panel. With a slight whirring of machinery, my lower body was slowly raised, leaving my intimate area completely exposed. His hands moved up to my lower abdomen, gently stroking a few times before slowly venturing towards the affected area… The cold fingertips probed, their presence impossible to ignore. I could feel his fingers moving, sometimes a gentle caress, sometimes a teasing flick. The nerves there were incredibly sensitive; even such light, shallow movements could ignite intense sensations. Suddenly, he pushed further, sending the small device deeper inside. My brows furrowed, and I couldn't help but let out a soft moan. Just when I thought it was about to be removed, he pulled his hand out. His right fingertips were slick with moisture. Ethan spoke, his voice several shades hoarser. "The device is quite deep. It's not easy to retrieve. You'll need to bear with it." I bit my lip and nodded, "Dr. Cole, please be gentle." This time, I could distinctly feel the pressure of his hand increasing significantly. It was no longer a tentative exploration, but a deeper, more committed penetration. I bit down hard on my lip, refusing to let out any undignified sounds. After a long, protracted search, finally, Ethan touched the little device again. I could feel his long, slender fingers gripping it, slowly pulling it out. "Ugh!" During its extraction, intermittent vibrations swept through every inch of me. I really couldn't hold it in, and a few whimpers escaped my throat. Finally, the stubborn little device that had been stuck for so long was retrieved. Fluid was brought out with it, dampening a small patch of the bed sheet. Both Ethan and I simultaneously exhaled a breath of relief. It was dropped onto a tray beside us, still vibrating incessantly, emitting a faint buzzing sound. My face flushed, and I hung my head low, wishing I could just disappear into the floor. I sat up, about to pull on my pants, when Ethan spoke. "Wait a moment." I paused, looking at him with some confusion. "What is it, Dr. Cole?" He removed his wet gloves, tossing them into the trash can. His gaze, as it met mine, was dark and unreadable. "The hospital has developed a new massage technique that can be very soothing for patients who have experienced… intense stimulation. Would you be willing to try it?" As he asked this, his gaze lingered on the area between my legs, undeniably invasive. I hesitated. To be honest, at that moment, I was tempted. My mood was already quite heightened that night. But the accident had interrupted my self-satisfaction and landed me in the hospital, and then I'd been subjected to Ethan’s fingers, which had stirred me even further. After all that, the urge wasn't satisfied; it was even stronger. My body ached with an empty craving. If I had a massage, would it be more comfortable? So, I shyly nodded, accepting Ethan’s offer. "Alright, please lie back down." I lay back, feeling a strange annoyance at his detached, professional tone. He stood by the bed, looking down at me. Even from this awkward angle, he was undeniably handsome. "Because this is a full-body massage, you'll need to remove your clothes as well." I reached to unbutton my shirt, but he gently stopped my hand. "Allow me. You must be tired." I was wearing a silk blouse that day, with a bow tied at the neckline. He reached out and untied the bow of my collar. I felt like a gift, slowly being unwrapped. Then came the buttons, one by one. Halfway unbuttoned, a large expanse of fair skin was revealed, still wrapped in pink lace. Feeling Ethan’s breathing deepen, I silently chuckled. This guy, no matter how aloof he seemed on the surface, was still a man at heart. And no man could resist a bit of temptation. I felt a playful impulse and subtly pushed my chest forward. Full and voluptuous, quivering slightly. Ethan’s breathing hitched, and the movements of his hands quickened, betraying a hint of impatience. My blouse was pulled off. He reached behind my back to unhook my bra, and his movements were surprisingly clumsy. Seeing him struggle for a moment, I smiled and lent a helping hand. Freed from restraint, my eager breasts sprang out. Ethan's gaze lingered, and a faint blush touched his earlobes. I found his rare bashfulness intriguing and looked at him through languid, inviting eyes. "Dr. Cole, aren't you going to start?" Ethan collected himself, clearing his throat as if to cover his embarrassment. At that moment, I still had the energy to tease him, but it soon vanished. His hands pressed against my body. This time, he wasn’t wearing gloves, and I could clearly feel the warmth of his palms. Starting from my neck, his hands kneaded and pressed with varying pressure. To my surprise, his touch genuinely seemed to melt away some of my exhaustion. I involuntarily closed my eyes, sinking into the sensation of comfort. But gradually, that comfort took on a different quality. Starting, perhaps, with my eager breasts. His movements became less forceful, transforming into a subtle, almost teasing caress. His palms cupped them, gently kneading, his fingertips occasionally brushing the peaks. My breathing grew ragged, and the desire within me, which had momentarily calmed, began to churn again. I opened my eyes, meeting his eyes that now held a mischievous gleam. "I knew it," I thought. "This massage isn't that simple." Under his touch, the fire of desire within me grew more intense. My lips parted, and I softly gasped. In the confined space, a sensual aura permeated, occasionally accompanied by faint, liquid sounds. His fingers once again entered, moving deftly, doing as they pleased. I closed my eyes, gradually letting go of everything in my mind, my rationality vanishing. The moment I peaked, bursts of white light exploded behind my eyelids. I opened my eyes, still in the afterglow of pleasure. Only then did I notice that Ethan had, at some point, unbuckled his pants. He propped up one of my legs with his hand, climbed onto the bed, and gazed at me with the hungry eyes of a wolf. He said, his voice raspy, "The final step of the massage, and the most important one." Looking at his imposing form, my breathing trembled, and an intense craving welled up within me. I hesitated for only a second before intense desire completely consumed me. After all, my husband and I had an arranged marriage, and there wasn't much genuine affection between us. Ethan positioned himself between my legs.
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