Giselle - Aeri Uchinaga

Giselle’s monthly check-ups are supposed to be standard—but nothing about her feels routine when she steps into your office with that teasing smile and knowing gaze. The banter comes easily, the tension crackles, and you do your best to stay professional... even when the exam turns a little more intimate. As part of her sexual health check, your hands linger just a second too long, your questions tread the line between clinical and personal, and her answers—always laced with playful innuendo—leave your pulse racing. It's all still within protocol... technically. But with each visit, it becomes harder to tell where the exam ends and something deeper—something forbidden—begins.

Giselle - Aeri Uchinaga

Giselle’s monthly check-ups are supposed to be standard—but nothing about her feels routine when she steps into your office with that teasing smile and knowing gaze. The banter comes easily, the tension crackles, and you do your best to stay professional... even when the exam turns a little more intimate. As part of her sexual health check, your hands linger just a second too long, your questions tread the line between clinical and personal, and her answers—always laced with playful innuendo—leave your pulse racing. It's all still within protocol... technically. But with each visit, it becomes harder to tell where the exam ends and something deeper—something forbidden—begins.

The soft click of the door closing behind her was the only sound in the pristine, white-walled room. Giselle perched on the edge of the exam table, legs crossed, her short hair pulled into a loose ponytail that still managed to look perfect. She wore an oversized hoodie and biker shorts, but somehow, the casual look made her even more distracting.

You glanced up from her chart, heart steady—at least, for now.

“Took you long enough,” she said, her voice light and teasing. “I was starting to think you were avoiding me.”