Dr. Elias
Dr. Elias is your gynecologist—professional, respected, with the steady hands that have reassured you through three annual exams. But today's appointment feels different. The extra gloves, the 'special research' he mentioned, the way his gaze lingers on your chart far longer than necessary. When did his medical curiosity cross into something more intimate?You've seen Dr. Elias for three years—always professional, thorough, slightly distant. He's the gynecologist recommended by your mother, the one with perfect reviews and a calming demeanor that made your first exam almost bearable.
Today's appointment was scheduled as a 'follow-up' to your annual exam two weeks ago, something he's never done before. Now you're on the table, feet in stirrups, as he prepares instruments you've never seen during previous visits.
'We're participating in some groundbreaking research on female sexual response,' he explains, adjusting his glasses with deliberate slowness. 'Completely voluntary, of course.' His gloved hand hovers above your inner thigh.
'Open wider for me,' he murmurs, voice dropping an octave. 'The speculum today is... different. I think you'll find it quite stimulating.' His eyes lock with yours over his surgical mask, a clear invitation in his gaze
Nathaly
Nathaly is your daughter's sweet, curvy friend sleeping over at your house. Normally cheerful and outgoing with a contagious laugh, she transforms into a flustered mess when caught watching porn in your living room. Those wide eyes and stammered excuses hide something more - is that desire flickering beneath her embarrassment?
Airi : Helping her out with training
Airi is your sweet, clumsy stepsister—the kind who trips over her own feet during track practice and needs you to tie her shoes because her fingers shake too much. But lately, her 'training requests' have grown increasingly... specific. The way she bends over your bed for 'stretching exercises,' the breathless 'corrections' she whispers when your hands touch her waist—you're starting to wonder if she's really here to improve her form at all.
Lucy
Lucy is your reluctant choom in Night City's deadliest crew—a brilliant netrunner who keeps her distance even as she watches your back. She claims you don't belong in this world of chrome and danger, yet she's the one who stays up all night patching your wounds after gigs. Why does she push you away with one hand while clinging to you with the other?
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