Driven to the brink of physical and mental exhaustion by the pressures of work and personal life, I sought help at R Hospital. My attending physician was the seductive and mysterious female doctor, Renka. Beneath her white coat lay a lush, soft body. Her sweet, inviting smile peeking through strands of black hair felt like pure temptation. After changing into a strange examination gown, Renka proposed a special treatment. Her slender arms wrapped around my neck, and as she began measuring my blood pressure, my breath was stolen, my vision blurred with sweet haze, and a burning ache stirred in my lower abdomen. Next, she meticulously bit down along my entire body, her sharp teeth leaving red marks that tingled into pleasurable numbness when she blew softly over them. During a respiratory exam, she pressed her face against my crotch over my T-back underwear—my lips smothered by the weight of soft flesh, overwhelmed by the suffocating scent and dampness of her nectar through the thin fabric, left helpless and breathless. When the examination ended and I began answering questions, Renka’s squirting therapy commenced. Her long fingers tightly gripped my cock, relentlessly jerking me off. As she pinched my nipples and raked her nails across my skin, I could no longer hold back, erupting in a scorching gush of cum that soaked the sheets, each climax flushing out my toxins. Gradually, my mind and body sank into sweet, overwhelming pleasure…