Chapter 240: Chapter 240: Do You Not Feel Anything?!

Mika felt a thrill of renewed determination. If one path didn’t work, another might. The fire of Fauna’s encouragement still warmed his chest, now mixed with a renewed, shameless mischief.

He looked down at her, a sly smile growing on his lips.

"Now, Patient Fauna." He said, his voice taking on a serious, professional tone. "Could you do me a favor and spread your legs out for me and hold them right there, so that I can see and check out what’s in between them?"

Fauna looked up, momentarily startled, her medical brain kicking in.

"But why, Mika? There really is no need to check there, right? It’s not like that place has a pulse or anything like that." She said with genuine medical concern.

But Mika simply shook his head, utterly grave.

"The doctor’s orders are always right, and a patient cannot deny what the doctor says. You better spread your legs, or else...you’ll get an injection!"

"Oh, you can’t say things like that, Mika!" Fauna giggled, swatting his shoulder playfully. "If you use threats like that, the patients will never come looking for you ever again and they’ll be terrified of you!" She smiled warmly. "But since I’m such an obedient patient, I’ll follow my dear doctor."

Just as he commanded, she spread her legs while sitting on his lap, a completely natural, trusting movement, as if she were offering herself to him for the simplest of tasks.

Since her underwear was already off, and her dress was bunched up near her belly, the area between her thighs was fully revealed.

Right in front of his eyes was Fauna’s pussy, which was, once again, a contradiction to her personality.

Even though she was so petite and had such a slender waist, her pussy was surprisingly puffy and large, almost as if it had been stung by a bunch of bees.

It looked completely swollen and full, giving the impression that just touching it would cause a rush of wetness.

Even from this distance, it looked alluring, and Mika immediately caught the glance of how pink the insides were, how tiny her little clit was beneath the large lips, and the opening that was silently flexing every time she took a breath.

It was almost impossible for him to hold back, his erection growing harder and harder—a rock-hard spear pressing against her butt.

Fauna felt it, but she simply thought it was his belt buckle and didn’t mind it, simply leaning into him without a second thought.

Mika then snapped himself out of his daze and moved slowly, as if he were afraid he would tear her delicate pussy apart if he were not careful.

He took the cold metal stethoscope piece and slowly placed it right on top of her clitoris, pushing it down gently.

Fauna instantly whimpered at the sudden coldness touching that extremely warm, sensitive place.

"Mika—don’t!" She protested, but he didn’t stop.

He pushed the cool metal down and began to rub it, up and down, up and down, until the surface of her clitoris was firmly pressed against the stethoscope.

She could feel the metal’s smoothness perfectly rubbing against the very tip of her most sensitive spot.

"Mika, why are you doing that?" She whimpered, her voice a mix of surprise and confusion. "There really is no need for you to be doing something like this since it’s there’s no pulse or anything there!"

"If any of my colleagues were to hear about this, they would start laughing so much!"

But Mika simply smiled. He then gently began to rub the entire slit as well, pushing the stethoscope down and up, down and up, across the pink, swollen labia.

"I don’t know about all of that." He said with utmost seriousness, his eyes fixed on her reacting flesh. "But I read in a certain medical book, published long ago, that a woman’s vagina was where a lot of blood circulation went."

"This book said that as long as you can get a reading of the flow of the blood over here, you’ll be able to determine the woman’s overall health."

He paused his motion momentarily.

"And that’s what I’m trying to do right now, Fauna. I’m trying to check if you’re healthy or not by checking your blood circulation here, and seeing if all the blood is moving correctly."

Fauna smiled at his ridiculous medical justification.

"Oh, Mika, you’re utterly ridiculous! Bring that book over to me! I have to read this funny book!"

"I don’t know about that right now." He replied, his voice dropping an octave. "But I do remember it said that I have to put this stethoscope much deeper inside to get an accurate reading."

With that, he pushed the stethoscope head deeper between her folds, rubbing it harder and harder against the clitoris and labia.

Her body also began to tremble instantly; the intense stimulation—while not yet sexual in her perception, was instinctively making her entire frame shudder and twitch.

Yet, her face remained utterly unflustered—the same calm, cheerful, and amused expression as usual.

Mika watched in awe and frustration. He was grinding cold metal against her most sensitive area, and she was simply smiling and shaking!

The lack of any genuine embarrassment, arousal, or resistance was both intoxicating and maddening.

"Mika, stop moving the apparatus so much! That’s not how you use a stethoscope." Fauna giggled, at how he was using the device like a to..

"It’s necessary to do, Patient Fauna." Mika ground out, his jaw clenched as his own boner hammered against his pants. "That’s how I check down or atleast that’s why the book told. I’m also detecting massive blood flow, which is excellent—but I think the reading is still incomplete."

He withdrew the stethoscope and then all of a sudden—replaced the cold metal with his two fingers, pushing them gently into the slick, swollen folds.

"Mika!" Fauna gasped, less from pleasure and more from the surprise of the change. "You can’t do that with your fingers! That’s not sterilized equipment! You’re going to infect your sweet mother!"

"Nonsense." Mika countered, his voice husky. "The book stated that for maximum accuracy, a quick internal check is necessary to gauge internal pressure. And besides..." He added, pushing his fingers slightly deeper, feeling the surprising warmth and thickness of her internal folds. "...my fingers are part of my emergency medical kit, so it’s know problem at all."

"Oh, you and your silly books!" Fauna simply surrendered to the ’examination,’ sighing contentedly. "Fine, but just make it quick, Doctor, or else I’m going to start charging you for my time."

Mika realized he was completely lost. His fingers were deep inside her, fingering her, stimulating her with an intensity that would send any other woman into a frenzy, and she was worried about billing him.

He needed to push the boundary past the point of any rational, motherly excuse.

"Patient Fauna." He whispered, his eyes locking onto hers, the last sliver of his plan forming. "The next stage of this procedure is critical. I need to check for internal muscle strength."

Before she could question him, he rapidly began to move his fingers, rubbing her interior walls, focusing on the ceiling of her slick entrance, while using his thumb outside to grind against her clitoris.

Fauna let out a long, drawn-out gasp.

"Oh! Oh, my!" She finally whimpered. "Mika...that is quite...thorough, Doctor. I’ve never had a check-up quite like this..."

Mika pressed his advantage, his voice heavy with forced professionalism.

"The best doctors are thorough, Fauna. Now, tell me, how does this deep check-up make you feel? Are you feeling any...tension?"

Fauna closed her eyes, a soft, blissful smile on her face, completely misinterpreting the sensation.

"No, darling. I feel incredibly relaxed. It’s almost as if you’re massaging out all the tension from my legs. Honestly, Mika, you’re the only person who can make a medical examination feel this nice!"

Mika wanted to scream.

She felt relaxed! He was practically fingering her and stimulating her clitoris into submission, and she felt like she was having a spa treatment.

This was utterly impossible. He had to stop seeing her as a son. He had to make her see him as a man.

So, he began to spread his fingers apart inside her slick entrance, pushing them against the interior walls, thoroughly peeling and examining every fold and curve. The sensation was intense, stretching her deeply.

"Patient Fauna." He pressed, his voice strained with desire and effort. "I’m now checking for any abnormal growths or lumps, as certain types of cancer are unfortunately prevalent in this specific region. I need some feedback."

He moved his fingers in a slow, brutal circuit, feeling the texture of her slick, warm flesh, deliberately trying to use the roughness and depth of his touch to elicit a response.

"Tell me, when I press here..." He drove his fingers deep toward her cervix. "...do you feel a sharp pang? Does it feel full, swollen, or overly sensitive right on the inside? It’s crucial you report any strong feelings."

"Hmm? Oh, when you press there?" Fauna let out a contented sigh, her hips swaying slightly as she leaned back against him. "No, Mika. It feels very...firm, but in a good way. Like a very deep stretch."

"You have such strong fingers, darling! Are you going to be a surgeon after all?"

Mika ground his teeth. He ignored the question and began to plunge his fingers deeper and faster, rotating his wrist to put pressure on the fleshy inner walls

"A-And how about this, Fauna?" He asked, pushing deeper than before, his thumb outside frantically grinding on her clitoris. "Does this feel like it’s too much pressure? Do you feel any heat, any sudden flush of blood, or anything that feels forbidden or naughty?"

Fauna blinked, opening her eyes to look at him with confusion.

"Forbidden or naughty? Why would it feel naughty? You’re my doctor, Mika. It feels...tingly, yes! And very full, which is not surprising since you have two fingers in there...But it’s not bad! It feels like you’re doing a very thorough, very important job. Just a bit intense, Doctor."

He gritted his teeth, the smell of her arousal and the heat of her slick interior driving him mad, yet her words of innocence were like a cold shower.

He pulled his fingers out slightly, then plunged them back in with a demanding thrust, his tone dark with desperate suggestion.

"And when I push in and out, steadily, like a piston? Does this pressure make you feel...possessed, Fauna? Does it make you feel like your whole body is being taken over by this feeling?"

Fauna threw her head back, moaning softly, but her eyes, when they fluttered open, were still gentle and amused.

"Oh, my sweet boy!" She cooed, petting his hair with her free hand. "That makes me feel a bit sleepy, actually! It’s so repetitive, it’s quite soothing."

"You have a very steady hand, Mika. I feel like I could drift off to sleep right here! You’re the best little doctor a mother could ask for!"

Mika stared at her, utterly defeated.

Soothing?

Sleepy?

He was trying to push her to an orgasm and she felt like she was in a cradle.

The last vestiges of his strategic patience snapped.

With a gasp of raw frustration, he yanked his fingers out of her, the slick sound echoing the collapse of his ego. He then leaned his head against her shoulder, breathing heavily.

"The test results...they are inconclusive." He muttered, the lie feeling heavy and bitter on his tongue.

Meanwhile, Fauna patted his head softly, mistaking his heavy breathing for exhaustion from the ’hard work.’

"Oh, poor Doctor Mika! You worked so hard on that check-up! You must be tired!..But see? I told you there was nothing wrong with me!"

"After all, I eat my veggies and go on a job every morning just like I advice my patients!"

But even as Fauna spoke, Mika remained pressed against her, utterly frustrated but utterly trapped, listening to her cheerful, maddeningly innocent words.