Chapter 1 — At the Obstetrics Clinic
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“Hello.”
“Oh. Long time no see. Please, have a seat over here. How are you feeling?”
“I’m much better now.”
“Haha. That’s good. And the baby? Growing well?”
“Yes. Thanks to you…”
David's gaze lingered on her—pleased, yet brimming with quiet anticipation.
From the very first day she'd walked into his clinic, she had stirred something deep within him.
Her demure beauty, serene and elegant, awakened every instinct to protect—and possess. Among countless pregnant women he'd treated, none had ever affected him like this.
Even though some patients were stunningly beautiful, she was different. Looking at her didn't just make his heart race—it made him want to claim her.
A month after her discharge, her return sent his pulse pounding again.
Emma. Her name had taken root in a quiet corner of his mind, proof of how deeply he desired her.
As they exchanged small talk, the head nurse entered the room. David seized the moment.
“Nurse Kim, didn't you say you had plans after work today?”
“Yes.”
“Then go ahead and leave. I'll handle this patient myself.”
“Thank you. See you tomorrow then.”
“Yeah. Take care.”
He smiled kindly as she'd left—but it was all pretense. He had dismissed her so he could be alone with Emma.
Now that they were finally alone, his heartbeat quickened. It was her final checkup; there would be no more excuses to see her. No other patients would come. This private space between them only intensified his desire.
She had come for her last postpartum checkup—meaning this might be his only chance.
“Please come this way.”
“Okay.”
He guided her into the adjacent room connected to his office—a private examination room equipped for detailed diagnostics.
Dim lighting softened the atmosphere, designed to calm anxious patients. In one corner stood a specialized examination chair, unlike any ordinary seat.
When Emma saw it, her face flushed and she lowered her eyes.
Memories flooded back—memories of sitting on that chair, legs spread wide, exposing her most intimate parts to him. The shame burned fresh in her mind.
That moment replayed vividly: naked beneath the thin examination gown, opening herself to his gaze. Even though it was medical, as a woman, the embarrassment was undeniable.
“You know where the examination gown is, right? Take off your clothes and put it on.”
“Yes…”
Blushing, she barely managed to reply before stepping behind the curtain into the changing area. One by one, she began undressing.
The thought of stripping down mere feet away from him made her even more self-conscious.
Before, when she was pregnant, her body felt less exposed—more justified. But now, as a bare woman again, vulnerability gripped her tightly.
Her face burning, she finished undressing and slipped the flimsy examination gown over her naked body. Carefully, she fastened each button down the front.
When she stepped out, David involuntarily swallowed hard.
He had seen countless female bodies, examined countless vaginas—but standing before her, his mouth went dry.
“Please sit here.”
“O-okay…”
Her trembling voice betrayed her nerves. She approached the chair he indicated and sat.
Just thinking about spreading her legs for him made her heart pound uncontrollably.
David pulled a low, round stool close and sat directly in front of her. He could see how tense she was—and it excited him.
Reaching into his pocket, he took out his stethoscope.
“First, let me check your vitals. Could you undo the top buttons, please?”
“A… yes…”
Her voice still quivered as she slowly unfastened the buttons one by one.
Her hands shook visibly—even to him.
As the fabric parted, the lush valley between her full breasts came into view, catching his eye instantly.
Her milk had come in, making her chest even fuller, more voluptuous. Her postpartum body stirred his lust intensely.
When he brought the stethoscope forward, Emma shyly turned her head aside and opened the gown.
Trying not to expose too much, she kept her chest partially covered—but David wasn't impatient.
Slowly, he placed the cold disc against her warm skin, gently pressing it onto her breast.
His fingertips brushed soft, yielding flesh—the sensation shot straight to his core.
With each movement, her plump breast yielded like a cushion beneath the instrument.
As his hand crept slightly beneath the gown, her breathing grew ragged and uneven.
He stole a glance at her face—flushed, lips parted, struggling to breathe. The sight only fueled his arousal.
After listening briefly, he withdrew the stethoscope and spoke, his voice slightly unsteady.
“You're breastfeeding?”
“Yes.”
“And you massage regularly?”
“N-not… every day.”
“Doesn't your husband help? He should do it daily.”
“Y-yes…”
At the mention of breast massage, her face reddened even further.
“How about I take a look?”
“What?”
Emma stared at him, startled. But he was the doctor—she couldn't refuse.
Swallowing her surprise, she looked down again. The idea of showing him her breasts made her heart feel like it would burst.
“A mother's health affects the quality of her milk. It's important—for the baby.”
“Y-yes…”
“Undo your gown. Let me see.”
His tone brooked no argument. Hesitant, flustered, she glanced at him nervously before undoing two more buttons.
Then, gripping the edges with both hands, she slowly pulled the fabric open.
Suddenly, her pale, milky breasts spilled into view—full, heavy mounds swollen with milk.
Pregnancy and nursing had made them far larger than an average woman's. There was something deeply arousing about a woman's body feeding life.
“You're really engorged.”
“Y-yes…”
She managed a whisper before turning her face away.
No matter how many times she told herself it was medical, exposing her breasts to another man felt unbearably shameful.
Even though she'd shown him her genitals before childbirth, that didn't make it easier. Shame didn't fade with repetition.
“I'm going to examine them now.”
“W-what? Ah… o-okay…”
She couldn't protest. He was the doctor. She was just a patient.
David reached out carefully, cupping one full breast in his palm. Instantly, he felt the soft, squishy weight of lactating flesh.
He nearly groaned aloud.
Despite years of touching women's bodies, never had he felt such intense arousal during an exam.
She was different. Irresistible.
As his hand gently caressed her breast, she bit her lower lip and squeezed her eyes shut.
Her complete submission—no resistance, no protest—only heightened his excitement.
Only their heavy breathing filled the room.
Then he reached out with his other hand, enclosing her second breast. Now both hands cradled her fullness, softly kneading.
Emma's face twisted with sensation.
David panted, overwhelmed by pleasure. Seeing her humiliated yet compliant stirred a dark thrill within him.
Gripping her breasts like ripe fruit, he squeezed firmly.
Thick white milk suddenly streamed from her erect nipples, trickling down her skin.
Seeing her lactate in front of him made Emma shrink in embarrassment, her body curling inward.
But David pressed harder, deliberately milking her. More milk seeped out, carrying a faint, musky scent.
“If lumps form, it can lead to mastitis. You need regular massage. I can feel some blockage already.”
“…”
“I'm going to help release it. Just stay still.”
“O-okay…”
His words meant: Don't move. Let me touch you as much as I want.
His movements weren't clinical—they were pure sensual caress.
Each time his thumb grazed her sensitive nipple, her body twitched.
She knew her body had become hypersensitive since giving birth.
And as his hands continued their slow worship, she became aware of another change.
Between her legs, warmth spread—her core growing slick with arousal.
She wasn't wearing panties, so the wetness was unmistakable.
Afraid he might notice, she clenched her thighs tightly together.
But the pressure only stimulated her more.
While his hands worked her breasts, she unconsciously tightened her legs, rubbing slightly—savoring the illicit pleasure.
It started unconsciously. But even when she realized what she was doing, she couldn't stop.
Since childbirth, her stamina had returned—and with it, an overwhelming sexual hunger.
She had heard postpartum women often experienced heightened libido. Now she understood why.
But her husband failed to satisfy her needs.
Always busy. Always avoiding her bed—especially since the baby cried at night.
She resented him for sleeping separately, leaving her desires unmet.
Too shy to initiate intimacy herself, she had suppressed her cravings—until now.
To her, David's touch was like water in a desert.
Her crimson face mirrored every sensation his hands provoked.
Watching her, David sensed she wasn't resisting. In fact, she welcomed it.
Using thumb and forefinger, he gently pinched both nipples, twisting them lightly.
“Hnngh…”
She gasped involuntarily, then buried her face in shame.
If any stranger touched her like this, she would push him away. But he was the doctor—she had no choice.
As his fingers twisted her hardened nipples, a hazy emptiness filled her mind.
Each sharp twist sent electric jolts through her body.
The more aroused she became, the wetter she grew. She could feel hot juices soaking the inside of her thighs.
Every twitch of her legs brought a slippery, sticky sensation.
Though he couldn't see it, the knowledge that she was aroused by a stranger's touch made her unable to lift her head.
She tried to suppress her ragged breath—but it was impossible.
With each passing moment, her breathing grew heavier, wilder, beyond control.
Her reaction only emboldened him.
His hands roamed freely now—bold, unrestrained, treating her breasts as if they belonged to him.
White streams of milk dripped steadily, soaking the back of his hands.
To her, leaking milk and arousal in front of a strange man felt unbearable—humiliating beyond words.
Finally, after thoroughly groping her, David removed his hands and leaned back.
He stared at her—flushed, disheveled, eyes half-lidded with desire.
The composed, dignified woman was gone. In her place: a woman drowning in lust.