Patient... Exactly How Many Sexual Partners?
Gangnam, one OB-GYN clinic. On Saturday duty, the 30-something gynecologist Kim Min-jun glanced at the chart and called for the next patient.
"Send in Yeon-woo Lee."
"Yes, Doctor."
This patient stuck in his memory, even among the countless women he examined. She'd been coming every Saturday for the past three weeks—without fail. And every time, for a full 12-panel STD test.
Every single week? What kind of work demanded that? It was obvious. The clinic was surrounded by sex trade spots and tenpro joints, so he saw plenty of women in the same line of business.
Has to be a whore, right?
He'd sworn the Hippocratic Oath, but inside, he sneered at the cheap slut while practicing his blank expression. It was all about the paycheck anyway—no grand sense of duty since med school.
But she lingered in his mind for more than just the weekly tests. The real reason...
"Hello."
She opened the door to the exam room, bowed politely, and stepped in. Even after seeing her week after week, her face still drew a gasp of admiration first. A small head on a tall frame. Delicate egg-shaped face with compact, sharp features in perfect golden-ratio harmony. Poreless, baby-smooth porcelain skin without a single blemish. The kind of beauty that turned heads on the street—or at least made men fantasize wildly inside. You'd swear she was an aspiring idol.
And this was a gynecologist's office. Kim Min-jun hid his inner awe behind a professional mask, firing off questions mechanically. Male docs in this field were already shunned compared to female ones; one whiff of discomfort from his attitude, and his income tanked.
"Ms. Lee, come on in. Have a seat. What brings you in today?"
"Ah... yes. I'd like the 12-panel STD test. And... could I get a more comprehensive, detailed exam today?"
"Detailed exam...?"
"Oh, nothing major—just checking for any bleeding or issues around the cervix."
STD. Sexually transmitted diseases. Most women blushed even saying it, but this one—who came weekly like clockwork—dropped it casually, unfazed. Usually, she just did self-swabs for the basics. Today, though, she wanted a doctor's full check.
He'd fielded similar requests before. No flicker of judgment; he responded kindly.
"Of course. We can do a full workup. Before we start, a few standard questions. Any unusual discharge, itching, pain, or discomfort?"
"Um... no. Nothing like that."
A brief hesitation. From experience, that meant she was hiding something—or didn't want to talk.
Need to probe deeper.
A spark of interest. He pressed on.
"When was your most recent sexual activity?"
"...Yesterday."
"Yesterday? Best to abstain before testing."
"Yes..."
They went over this every week, and she never followed through.
Her job, I guess. Ugh... filthy slut, tsk tsk.
In any other setting, he'd fall for her at first sight. But knowing her line of work? Contempt won out.
He leaned in with overly probing questions.
"Since it was yesterday... any creampies?"
"Uh... yes..."
"No offense—this is just pre-exam history."
"Yes..."
Even a whore felt some shame at such bluntness; her cheeks flushed. Paired with that pretty face, though... it stirred a twisted sadism in him.
He wrapped up last menstrual period, contraception, and consent forms, then guided her to the exam area.
"Alright. Time for the full exam. Change into the gown and lie back on the table here."
"Okay..."
Guided by the nurse, Yeon-woo changed in the dressing room and awkwardly climbed onto the exam table. She lay back, scooting her hips to the edge, legs up in the stirrups—lithotomy position. Butt at the table's end, knees bent, feet in the supports, spreading wide. Perfect for peeking inside a woman's privates.
Unavoidable for the job, but it always ramped up the patient's humiliation. No wonder they called it the "shame chair."
Anyway, as Yeon-woo spread her legs on the table... even Kim Min-jun, who prided himself on professional detachment, felt a waver.
Pretty face, tall and leggy like a model—her gown rode up, baring those flawless stems. Snow-white inner thighs tempted the eye from the stirrups.
"Ahem... starting the exam."
"Yes..."
For a guy who inspected pussies daily, it was just a tremor. Sure, she was the hottest he'd seen, body ideal enough to stir lust—but he masked it like a pro. No hint he'd tap that.
"Examining the vulva."
"...Yes."
Gloved hands rubbed her mound lightly, then spread her with both thumbs.
Damn, what a pretty pussy.
From his big data of hundreds—no, thousands—this was top-tier. Rare for such beauty, figure, and perfect privates.
Waxed or naturally hairless? Immaculate groin. Between, untouched pink lips—symmetrical, unpigmented. Not that sex count correlated with color, but it fed virgin fantasies for the naive.
Plump outer labia, like full lips—doe-dohm-boji in crude terms. Even he thought it'd grip like heaven.
Spreading them wide revealed smooth inner folds and—unusually—hypertrophied clitoris.
Trouble. Getting hard.
Normally tense in exam stirrups, but she... no, this patient was aroused already? Slick lube leaked without much touch.
Fuck it.
No saint to begin with, he indulged "curiosity"—rubbing her clit.
"...Ngh!"
Hips bucked at the lightest graze—super sensitive. He played it off cool, moving on.
"Inserting speculum. Might feel pressure or cold."
"Pardon? Oh... yes."
Speculum. Metal tool to dilate the vagina for cervix view. Key: it went inside.
With consent signed, he legally shoved this cold invader into Yeon-woo and peered at will.
Usually routine—no thrill in routine cunts. Curiosity worn away by volume.
But today? This stunner—confirmed whore—reignited private interest, shattering boredom.
As he thrust the speculum in, arousal hit unlike any pro exam. Half-erect, even.
His dry professionalism hid it perfectly; no red flags for her.
"Spread your legs more... good. Sampling now. Inner walls might sting."
"...Yes."
Obscure gyno fact: he over-dilated slightly—for her twinge. Centered the cervix, then cytobrush-swabbed endocervical canal and ectocervix. Lingering extra, savoring.
Soft inner flesh—like organs. Each prod made her thighs quiver, leaking moans: "Hng..." or "Ah!" He savored it.
Subtle—peers might notice the time, but to her? Standard procedure.
"Hmm... good."
Exploiting info asymmetry, he sated his lust unnoticed, dark pleasure rising. Next, swab for posterior fornix secretions—deep pool behind cervix.
"Mm..."
"Uh... is something wrong...?"
Anxious, like she'd been caught.
"You had sex yesterday, right?"
"...Yes. Is there a problem?"
"No. Just... exactly how many partners?"
"...Pardon?"
"Don't worry—essential for the exam."
"Ah... that..."
"It's fine. All protected under medical privacy laws."
"Well..."
Why ask? Semen pooled in the posterior fornix—that deep pocket men mistake for "womb-deep." Angles trapped loads there post-creampie.
But this? Volume beyond one man's output. Plus, walls and cervix mildly swollen from repeated pounding.
Yeon-woo—steady till now—flushed, voice shaky.
"Do... do I have to say the number?"
"It's okay. Honesty helps."
"Four... four people."
"Four... people?"
"...Yes."
Actually, she'd fudged it. Five total, including the Manager—alternating 14 creampies. But Kim Min-jun couldn't know that.