My Campus Doctor's Forbidden Cure - Chapter 2: Chapter 2

A jolt of electricity shot through me as the man's fingers made contact. My breath hitched, eyes flying open in surprise.
"Something wrong?" Ethan Roscente's piercing gaze locked onto me, curiosity flickering in his dark eyes.
I tensed, my face burning as I stared anywhere but at him. "It's nothing!"
He gave a slight nod before resuming his examination. "Are you currently breastfeeding?"
"N-no..."
"Sexually active?"
"N-no."
"So this is virginal lactation?"
"Y-yes."
His hands moved with practiced precision, shifting, pressing—each touch sending waves of unfamiliar sensation through me. My voice wavered as I fought to keep steady.
I squeezed my eyes shut, too mortified to watch.
"Try to relax," he murmured. "A thorough examination is necessary."
"O-okay."
His touch was unpredictable—soft, almost playful at times, then suddenly firm, bordering on rough.
Yet his movements were undeniably professional. The occasional chill of a medical instrument against my skin sent heat rushing to my cheeks.
"Doctor... please, be gentle." I bit my lip, turning my face away.
"Did I hurt you?"
"No, I'm just... sensitive." The words tumbled out in a rush, my face on fire. I shut my eyes again, surrendering to his ministrations.
But something in the air shifted.
My own body felt alien beneath his hands.
When he finally withdrew, an unexpected hollowness settled over me.
Ethan set his tools aside, expression grave. "I can't pinpoint the exact cause yet, but leaving this untreated will only make it worse. It requires proper care."
That lined up with what I'd secretly dug up online. But how?
Before I could ask, a sharp rap at the door startled me. I scrambled to pull my clothes back into place.