Sucking Romance

My name is Amelia Holland, and I'm a college freshman.

Lately, I've been really stressed out. I've started producing breast milk for no reason, even though I'm not pregnant, and it's a lot of milk.

Every three hours, I have to sneak away to express the milk, otherwise my breasts get inflamed.

But during outdoor sports classes, with all the running and jumping, the material of my workout clothes chafes my chest, making it sore and itchy.

Feeling like I was at my wit's end, I had no choice but to see a doctor at the campus health center...

That day, during lunch break, I took a shower and secretly went to the only open medical office on the third floor of the campus health center. The entire floor was empty.

I took off my mask and, with a nervous heart, knocked on the door.

"Come in," a brief but firm voice came from inside.

It was a man.

Hearing the voice, I instinctively wanted to run, but the heavy pain in my chest couldn't wait.

Red-faced, I pushed open the door, entered with my head down, and silently sat across the desk.

"What brings you here?" The doctor's voice was cool and gentle, sounding relatively young.

Hearing his question, my cheeks burned even more. "H-hello, doctor. I'm not feeling well..."

"Where are you feeling discomfort?"

"My... my chest..."

After saying this, I couldn't help but glance up at the doctor to observe his reaction.

The man opposite me was handsome, with gold-rimmed glasses perched on his high nose bridge. Even while writing with his head down, he exuded an air of restraint - the kind of look most popular among female students.

He wore a white coat that accentuated his fair skin, with a name tag on his chest: Ian Dawson.

"Come over here and lie down. I'll examine you."

Ian stood up, pulling back the curtain behind him to reveal a small bed.

Trapped in the situation, I had no choice but to follow him behind the curtain and lie down on the bed.

"D-doctor, how... how will you examine me?"

Ian closed the curtain and said gently, "Remove your bra and pull up your shirt."

"What? You need to look?" I reflexively asked, my earlobes heating up.