My Husband Sold Me to His Stepdad’s Clinic - Chapter 4: Chapter 4
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I frowned, confused.
Vincent Lowell explained the restraints were just to keep me still during the exam—standard procedure. Reassured, I let him secure my arms and legs.
But my unease kept growing.
Now I felt like a fish on a cutting board, completely at his mercy—and this was Vincent Lowell himself!
"Relax, Evelyn."
I bit my lip as I caught sight of Vincent kneeling beside me, his tall frame looming close.
Then he rolled up his sleeves, revealing toned, muscular arms—like he was preparing for something intense.
His build was impressive—just as striking as my husband's.
My throat went dry. My head spun at what might come next.
Vincent gathered his tools. "Evelyn, you can close your eyes if you're nervous. This won't take long, I promise."
I nodded. I trusted him.
Before I could brace myself, rough but warm hands lifted the hem of my dress. Instinctively, I arched—
Vincent's voice, low and soothing, brushed my ear. "Evelyn, just relax..."
A cool touch grazed my skin. Shame burned through me as I clutched my clothes, my face flushing hot.
Even under just his gaze, I felt like I was burning up. The air between us grew thick, tense.
And knowing it was Vincent made it all worse.
A jolt of thrill, humiliation, and panic shot through me. I curled in on myself.
Vincent's voice turned rough. "Evelyn, it's confirmed—vaginal agenesis. But we'll need dilation. I'll have to use the medical dilator."
"This might take a while. Stay still—it'll be over soon."
At his words, I forced myself rigid, terrified even a tremble could mess things up.
My heart pounded. Part of me wanted to see how he'd handle this—another part wanted to vanish from embarrassment.
He was still a man!
Curiosity won. Slowly, I lifted my gaze—
And instantly regretted it.
Vincent held up the dilator. My stomach dropped. "W-What's that for?"
My voice shook. This couldn't be what I thought—right?
His warm breath ghosted over my skin.
His focus stayed locked on his task. "Evelyn, don't move. We're at the critical part—"
When he positioned the dilator, panic exploded in my chest. I jerked, trying to sit up. "No—!"
"You can't!"
But he was already leaning in, pushing my skirt higher—
The heat in his voice stunned me. Then came the sound of a zipper. I went rigid with horror.
I thrashed, but the restraints held me tight.
The next second, my legs were forced apart—
Vincent Lowell explained the restraints were just to keep me still during the exam—standard procedure. Reassured, I let him secure my arms and legs.
But my unease kept growing.
Now I felt like a fish on a cutting board, completely at his mercy—and this was Vincent Lowell himself!
"Relax, Evelyn."
I bit my lip as I caught sight of Vincent kneeling beside me, his tall frame looming close.
Then he rolled up his sleeves, revealing toned, muscular arms—like he was preparing for something intense.
His build was impressive—just as striking as my husband's.
My throat went dry. My head spun at what might come next.
Vincent gathered his tools. "Evelyn, you can close your eyes if you're nervous. This won't take long, I promise."
I nodded. I trusted him.
Before I could brace myself, rough but warm hands lifted the hem of my dress. Instinctively, I arched—
Vincent's voice, low and soothing, brushed my ear. "Evelyn, just relax..."
A cool touch grazed my skin. Shame burned through me as I clutched my clothes, my face flushing hot.
Even under just his gaze, I felt like I was burning up. The air between us grew thick, tense.
And knowing it was Vincent made it all worse.
A jolt of thrill, humiliation, and panic shot through me. I curled in on myself.
Vincent's voice turned rough. "Evelyn, it's confirmed—vaginal agenesis. But we'll need dilation. I'll have to use the medical dilator."
"This might take a while. Stay still—it'll be over soon."
At his words, I forced myself rigid, terrified even a tremble could mess things up.
My heart pounded. Part of me wanted to see how he'd handle this—another part wanted to vanish from embarrassment.
He was still a man!
Curiosity won. Slowly, I lifted my gaze—
And instantly regretted it.
Vincent held up the dilator. My stomach dropped. "W-What's that for?"
My voice shook. This couldn't be what I thought—right?
His warm breath ghosted over my skin.
His focus stayed locked on his task. "Evelyn, don't move. We're at the critical part—"
When he positioned the dilator, panic exploded in my chest. I jerked, trying to sit up. "No—!"
"You can't!"
But he was already leaning in, pushing my skirt higher—
The heat in his voice stunned me. Then came the sound of a zipper. I went rigid with horror.
I thrashed, but the restraints held me tight.
The next second, my legs were forced apart—
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