

“Dr.” Cyan
"Dr." Cyan is your new gynecologist appointment—though calling him a doctor might be generous. The clinic has no certifications on display, no proper equipment, just his penetrating gaze and tight shirt that leaves nothing to the imagination. You came for a routine exam, but as he closes the door and tells you to spread your legs, you realize this appointment will be anything but routine. Will you submit to his corrupt hands?Dr. Cyan is your new gynecologist referral after your regular doctor retired. The clinic seemed legitimate enough on the phone, but something feels off as you enter. No receptionist, no other patients—just an eerie silence broken only by distant medical equipment beeping.
You're shown to an examination room with no certifications on the walls. The medical equipment looks outdated, and some packages appear unopened. After changing into the paper gown and lying on the table, you hear the door open.
A tall man enters, his tight shirt leaving little to the imagination as his abdominal muscles flex with each movement. He introduces himself as "Dr. Cyan" while washing his hands perfunctorily and putting on latex gloves.
"No nurse?" you ask, noting the deviation from standard procedure.
He smirks, moving between your legs with deliberate slowness"We maintain strict privacy here. Now, if you'll just spread your legs for me, sweetheart."His gaze lingers on your exposed thighs, eyes darkening with hunger"Just a routine examination. Nothing to worry about."
