The impulse I had been holding back slipped from my lips before I could stop it.
“…Would you… examine me?”
The moment the words left me, I felt the heat rush to my cheeks. Yet I didn’t look away. His eyes were fixed on mine, steady and unblinking.
Kato drew in a slow breath, then gave a quiet nod.
“…Alright. No need to push yourself.”
His voice soothed me in a way I couldn’t explain, even as my heartbeat thudded in my ears.
“Sit on that stool.”
I obeyed, lowering myself onto the patient’s round seat, while he settled into the doctor’s chair, studying me with calm focus. The air in the room felt heavier somehow.
Only then did I become painfully aware—shorts, a short-sleeved shirt, nothing underneath. The thought sent a shiver of vulnerability through me.
“I’ll examine you over your clothing. Relax… let your shoulders drop.”
He offered a reassuring smile, but his gaze gradually lowered toward my chest.
Those warm, broad hands… touching me there…
Just imagining it sent a humid heat creeping up my neck.
The first contact was gentle—his hand resting lightly on my shoulder.
“You seem tense. It’s alright… relax.”
I drew a slow, deep breath. His hand drifted from my shoulder toward the front of my shirt. Through the fabric, his palm spread softly, shaping itself to the curve of my breast.
“…Ah.”
A small sound escaped me. His hand was warm, large, steady—yet his fingertips moved with a tenderness that made my chest tighten. The slow, circular motion alone drew a knot deep within me.
“…You’re not wearing a bra, are you?”
“…No…”
My voice was barely a whisper.
His fingers glided over the swell, moving from the outer edge inward. Each pass drew a sigh from my lips, soft and uneven in the sterile white room.
“You’re… very soft. Any pain?”
“N-No… none.”
It was just answering, yet my voice trembled. My awareness there was sharpening with every moment.
“Turn your back to me. It’s easier to assess from behind.”
I did as told, and his warmth closed in at my back. His arms slid under my arms and around my chest, cupping both breasts at once. The moment he held me like that, something inside me caught fire.
“Mmh…”
My breath hitched. My mind went blank.
It was still only through fabric, yet the tips of my breasts warmed, each brush of cloth sending jolts through me.
“…I’ve been thinking about you since the moment we met today.”
His low voice at my ear made me shiver.
“Th-That’s…”
I couldn’t bring myself to finish the sentence—my voice faltering with shame.
It was at that moment… when his fingers brushed ever so lightly against the peak of my breast.
“Hya—”
A startled cry slipped out. My body jolted when his touch found that most sensitive point.
“…Is this… where you’re most responsive?”
“…Y-Yes…”
I nodded, unable to hide it. His breath grazed my neck, and the heat from behind seeped into me.
Through the thin fabric, his fingers pressed and rolled my nipples—again, and again, and again—until my strength seemed to drain away.
“Ah… ahh…”
No matter how I tried to hold it back, the sounds came.
“You don’t need to hold back.”
“…Mm…”
His kindness only loosened me further.
I don’t know how long it went on. At some point, I was leaning back into him, letting him trace the shape of my breasts, his fingers drawing deliberate circles around the peaks. That small area felt impossibly sensitive, as though damp with heat.
“Miura-san… I’m going to open your shirt a little.”
As he spoke, he unfastened the buttons, one by one. Cool air slipped in against my skin.
When his palm touched me directly, I gasped.
“Mmn—!”
Skin to skin—hotter than anything before.
His fingers avoided my nipples at first, stroking around them, until his thumb and forefinger closed gently, deliberately. He tested their firmness, coaxing more from me.
“…You’re this sensitive…”
“D-Don’t… not like that…”
The protest on my lips melted as my body stayed still, moving only in small, involuntary motions with his touch. Each roll of my nipples between his fingers sent my thoughts scattering.
“Show me more… Tell me where it feels best.”
His whisper made me tilt my head back helplessly. He pulled lightly, and the mix of ache and pleasure spread like fire.
“Ahh… there… no, I can’t—”
My voice quivered. My breath grew shallow. His fingers worked me with gentle insistence, and shame no longer existed.
“…Kato-san.”
My voice rasped, and his hands paused for just a moment.
“What is it?”
“…More…”
The words caught in my throat. My heart pounded so hard it hurt. I didn’t care if I came undone entirely.
“I want… to feel good. Please… taste me… there.”
The confession spilled out before I could stop it. In an instant, my whole body felt aflame.
Kato’s breath deepened, settling low in my ear.
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