I'm quite introverted and conservative. As someone who's been praised as a good girl all my life, although I've had many suitors, I've never dated, let alone let a man see my body.

For a moment, I hesitated in front of the handsome doctor. "Can... can I keep my bra on?"

Ian seemed to understand my concern and said softly, "Don't worry, in a doctor's eyes, there's no gender."

I couldn't argue and had to comply.

In the small, enclosed space, I could almost hear my own nervous breathing.

There it was again, that full, swollen feeling.

I didn't dare delay any longer. In a little while, my bra would be soaked through, leaving marks on my T-shirt.

That would be too embarrassing...

I reached behind, unhooked my bra, and with eyes shut tight, quickly yanked my shirt up to my collarbone.

I couldn't see Ian's movements, but I was hyper-aware of my exposed breasts, never before seen by others, gently swaying with each breath.

The thought of this handsome stranger discovering my milk-producing secret made my whole body tingle and flush with heat.

"Truly beautiful," Ian said appreciatively.

Then, a pair of warm hands cupped my breasts.

"Ah!" The direct touch of a man made me shudder and cry out, my eyes flying open.

"Everything okay?" Ian's eyes bore into mine, searching.

I stiffened, avoiding his gaze. "It's nothing!"

Ian nodded and began his questions. "Are you lactating?"

"N-no..."

"Sexually active?"

"No..."

"Virgin lactation, then?"

"Y-yes!"

As he questioned me, his hands moved, kneading and squeezing. The unfamiliar sensations made my voice quiver.

I squeezed my eyes shut, unable to look at him.

"Don't shake. I need to examine thoroughly..."

"O-okay."

He began to massage in different patterns.

Clockwise... counterclockwise... sometimes gentle, sometimes firm.

His technique seemed professional, occasionally using cool, smooth tools that sent shivers through me.

It left me feeling hot and weak all over.

"Doctor, be... be gentle," I bit my finger, turning my face away.

"Am I hurting you?"

"No, I'm just sensitive," I quickly explained, worried he'd misunderstand. Red-faced, I closed my eyes again, letting Ian continue.

But gradually, things took a strange turn.

My familiar body began to feel foreign.

Even after he finished and stepped away, I felt oddly empty.

Ian put away his tools and said seriously, "We can't determine the cause yet, but without proper drainage, it could worsen."