The Lustful Time Lord's Revenge - Chapter 235 - The Charade
Chapter 235: Chapter 235 – The Charade
That white sheet was slowly pulled down, revealing what had been trying to stay hidden.
Mine stood erect, rigid, and very large. It was clearly visible beneath the thin patient pants that couldn’t even conceal its shape. Fine veins were visible on the surface, and the red tip was already slightly wet with clear fluid.
Charlotte swallowed hard. Her eyes were fixed on the sight before her, as if hypnotized. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, and I could see how her hard nipples pressed against the fabric of her nurse’s dress.
[Charlotte’s Sexual Arousal increased to 32 (+5)]
Her eyes glanced at me briefly, then returned downward. She bit her lip, her hands trembling at her sides.
“D-Doctor…” I whispered, pretending to be in pain. “It… hurts so much.”
Charlotte snapped out of her daze. “I-It hurts? How does it hurt?”
“Like… like it’s going to explode.” I winced, pretending. “Please examine it, Doctor.”
Charlotte took a deep breath. Her trembling hand reached out, touching the shaft of my cock hesitantly with her fingertips.
But the moment her skin touched mine, a strange vibration coursed through both our bodies.
She felt it slowly, from base to tip, with stiff movements as if she were genuinely performing a medical examination. Her soft, warm hand wrapped around my shaft, feeling my pulse there.
“This… this is because you’re too tense,” she said, her voice trembling but trying to sound professional. “All the blood is flowing there. That’s why… that’s why it’s like this. A normal physiological reaction.”
“Then… what should I do, Doctor?”
Charlotte fell silent. She knew this was all just a game. This perverted child of her good friend only wanted to roleplay as a naughty doctor and patient. She knew I wasn’t really sick. But she also knew she had no choice.
And without admitting it, Charlotte was indeed interested in this.
Slowly, she released her hand. She turned to the table beside her, picking up a small tool—a stethoscope.
As an SS-Rank healer Awakener, she shouldn’t need such a tool. She could feel my body’s condition just by touching my skin or even from a distance. But she was going along with this game. Maybe because she had no choice. Or maybe because she didn’t want to have a choice.
She returned, stethoscope in hand. Its cold metal tip touched the base of my cock.
I flinched. “That… that’s cold.”
“Sorry,” she whispered.
She moved the stethoscope slowly, pressing it against my skin, listening through the earpieces. Her expression tried to look normal, but the blush on her face and her increasingly heavy breathing betrayed her.
“What… what do you hear?” I asked.
“Your heartbeat,” she answered, her voice slightly unsteady. “Very… very fast. 120 beats per minute. Far above normal.”
“It’s because of your touch, Doctor.”
Charlotte flinched. The tool nearly fell from her hand.
“I-I’m not… this is a normal medical examination,” she said weakly, her eyes avoiding mine. “You need to calm down. Your anxiety is making it worse.”
“Oh, really? Then why is your face red? Why is your breathing heavy?”
“The room temperature… is quite warm,” she answered weakly, searching for an excuse. “And I… I’m worried about your condition.”
Charlotte continued her examination, moving the stethoscope along my shaft. But her movements grew slower. The stethoscope’s tip stopped at the head of my dick, right at the small slit there.
[Charlotte’s Sexual Arousal increased to 35 (+3)]
“This… this also needs to be examined,” she whispered, whether to herself or to me.
She pressed slightly. More clear fluid emerged.
“This is… normal,” she said, her voice barely audible. “This is… natural lubricating fluid. A sign that your body… is aroused. A reaction that can’t be consciously controlled.”
“Aroused by what, Doctor?”
Charlotte bit her lip. “By… by the healing process. Therapeutic touch sometimes… triggers unintended physiological responses.”
“The healing process?” I almost laughed. “Or by the touch of your soft hands? By your melodious voice? By your fragrant scent?”
She couldn’t answer. Her face flushed deeper. She just continued her examination, her hand now back around my shaft. Her hand moved up and down, still under the pretense of examination, but increasingly it felt like… something else.
“Doctor…” I whispered. “Is there anything you can do to make it… better?”
Charlotte looked at me with glistening eyes. She knew what I was asking. She knew what was about to happen.
“I… I shouldn’t…” she whispered weakly.
But she also knew her own body’s condition. How wet she was beneath that white skirt. How her hard nipples scratched against the fabric on her chest. How her heart pounded wildly in anticipation of what would happen next.
“I… I could try manual therapy,” she finally whispered, still trying to wrap it in medical terms. “With my hands. It’s… it’s a procedure that’s… sometimes necessary for cases like this. Releasing tension… manually.”
I smiled. “Please do, Doctor.”
Charlotte wrapped both her hands around me. Her soft, warm hands, which until now had only been used to heal fatal wounds, were now being used for a very different purpose.
She began moving her hands up and down. Slowly. Carefully. Still with remnants of professionalism trying to hold on.
“H-How does it feel?” she asked, her voice trembling.
“Incredible,” I answered honestly. “Your hands are so soft.”
“That’s… that’s good,” she said, trying to sound like a doctor satisfied with her therapy. “It means… blood flow is normal.”
Her delicate hands stroked my sensitive skin gently. Her slender fingers sometimes touched the tip, making me catch my breath. Her warm palms wrapped perfectly around my shaft.
I watched her. Her beautiful face, flushed by something she didn’t want to admit. Her half-closed eyes, focused on what she was doing. Her bitten lip. Her beautiful brownish-blonde hair cascading over her shoulders, some strands falling forward, touching her working hands.
“Doctor,” I called.
“Y-Yes?” Her voice was barely audible.
“Are you alright?”
“I… of course,” she answered quickly. “This… this is a normal procedure. I’m just… focused.”
But her breathing grew heavier. And beneath that white skirt, I was sure she was getting wetter.
[Charlotte’s Sexual Arousal increased to 40 (+5)]
“Is that all you can do, Doctor?” I asked again.
She blinked. “What do you mean?”
I looked at her large breasts, which were nearly bursting from her nurse’s dress. “Maybe… there’s another treatment method? A more… comprehensive one?”
Charlotte followed my gaze. Her expression changed—embarrassed, panicked, but also… curious. She shook her head slightly, as if trying to dispel the thought.
“That… that wouldn’t be proper,” she whispered. “I can’t… I shouldn’t…”
But her voice wasn’t convincing. Even she didn’t believe her own words.
“Only if it’s best for the patient, Doctor,” I said softly. “You yourself said that sometimes unconventional procedures are necessary for certain cases.”
She was silent for a long time. I could see the battle within her—between shame, between what was right and wrong… and something else she didn’t want to admit.
[Charlotte’s Sexual Arousal increased to 45 (+5)]
Slowly, without saying anything, her hand reached the third button of her dress. Undid it. The fourth button. Fifth.
“This… this is for therapeutic purposes,” she whispered, her voice trembling but trying to sound firm. “The… skin-to-skin contact method is sometimes necessary to… to stimulate healing.”
Charlotte couldn’t believe her own mouth was uttering such indecent words.
The dress opened, revealing what had been hidden.
Her breasts were large. Very large. Perfectly round, white as porcelain, with pink nipples already hard and prominent. The black lace bra she wore only covered a small portion.
She removed the bra with trembling hands. Her breasts swung free, swaying gently.
“This… this is the first time I’ve used this method,” she whispered, her voice shaking. “But for a patient… for your condition… I think it’s necessary.”
She climbed onto the bed. Knelt between my legs.
“Now… I’ll use… the chest area to provide stimulation,” she said, still trying to sound professional even though her voice cracked. “This… this is a method known as… breast therapy. Sometimes used for…”
She couldn’t finish her sentence. Then, with shy movements, she bent down, bringing her large breasts closer to my erect, tense cock.
The moment her soft breast skin touched my shaft, we both flinched.
Charlotte began moving her body. Her breasts moved up and down along my shaft, caressing, massaging, squeezing.
“D-Does this… help?” she asked, her breath catching.
“Very much,” I answered. “Continue, Doctor.”
She kept moving, faster. Her breasts moved up and down, caressing, squeezing, massaging. Sometimes she pressed harder, completely enveloping my shaft between the softness of her chest. Sometimes she moved faster.
“This… this is a… quite effective method,” she said between movements, still trying to sound professional even as her breathing grew heavier. “Multi-point stimulation… can help… relieve tension…”
“Are you sure this is only for my therapy, Doctor?”
She froze for a moment. Her face flushed deeper.
“What… what do you mean?”
“Your face is red. And…” I glanced downward. “I can smell how wet you are from here.”
Charlotte flinched. She wanted to deny it, but couldn’t find the words.
“I… this… side effects,” she said weakly. “Hormones… can be affected when… providing intensive care. That’s… that’s normal.”
“Normal?”
“Normal for… medical staff,” she continued, increasingly unconvincing. “Sometimes… our bodies also… react. But that… doesn’t mean anything. Just… physiological response.”
I almost laughed. But I let her continue her charade.
’Look at yourself secretly enjoying all this, aren’t you a little too eager explaining that obscene nonsense.’
“Of course, Doctor. I trust you.”
She kept moving, faster. Her breasts moved up and down with increasingly wild movements.
“Is there another method you could use, Doctor?”
She blinked. “Another… method?”
I looked at her wet lips. “Maybe… an oral method?”
Charlotte bit her lip. Her face flushed with a mixture of shame and something else.
“That… that’s a very… unusual procedure,” she whispered.
“But sometimes necessary, right?”
She was silent for a long time. Then, slowly, she nodded.
“For… extreme cases like this,” she whispered, “maybe… maybe it’s necessary.”
Slowly, Charlotte crawled up.
Her beautiful, flushed face was now directly in front of my wet, throbbing cock. She stared at it for a long time. Her eyes moved from base to tip, observing every vein, every pulse, every drop of clear fluid still dripping from the head.
Her breath was warm on my skin. I could feel the trembling throughout her body.
Then, slowly, she opened her mouth.
Her pink tongue emerged, touching the tip of my cock hesitantly. Just a light touch, like a butterfly landing briefly then flying away. But it was enough to make me flinch.
She licked again. Longer this time. Her soft tongue licked my tip, tasting the clear fluid that emerged. Her eyes were half-closed, as if trying to taste it.
“Continue,” I whispered. “You’re doing well, Doctor.”
She licked longer. Her tongue moved in circles around my tip, licking every corner, every crevice. Her trembling hand held my base, helping to guide.
Then, she put the tip in her mouth.
Her mouth was warm. Her soft, wet lips wrapped perfectly around my head, creating a tight seal. Her tongue moved inside, licking, exploring, examining every inch of sensitive skin there.
She looked up at me from below. Her wet, glistening eyes. Her flushed face. Her beautiful hair cascading over her shoulders and exposed chest.
But beneath all that shame, what she truly felt couldn’t be hidden. Arousal. Desire. Pleasure.
“H-How is it?” she asked after pulling away briefly, gasping for breath. Her mouth was still connected to my tip by a thin strand of saliva.
“Very helpful, Doctor,” I answered, my voice hoarse. “But maybe… deeper?”
Charlotte bit her lip. Her eyes moved to my long shaft, then back to her small mouth. Hesitant. “Deeper… could trigger the gag reflex,” she said, her voice trembling. “But… I’ll try.”
She took a deep breath. Then, with determination clear in her eyes, she opened her mouth wider. This time she went deeper.
Her mouth descended, taking in more of my shaft. Her soft lips slid along the shaft, creating incredible friction. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked, creating perfect pressure.
Her tongue moved actively inside, licking the most sensitive underside of my shaft. Sometimes she paused her movement, focusing on licking one spot, then continuing.
“Uh… hhmm…” The humming sound vibrated against my cock, adding to the pleasure.
I reached for her soft hair. My fingers slipped between those silky strands, caressing gently. Charlotte didn’t protest. She just kept working, her mouth moving up and down with increasingly steady rhythm.
Her eyes sometimes closed, enjoying it, sometimes opened looking at me, seeking approval, seeking praise.
[Charlotte’s Sexual Arousal increased to 60 (+8)]
“Does… does this make you feel good?” she asked between movements, her voice wet and broken.
“Very good, Doctor. You’re amazing.”
The praise energized her. She worked harder. Her mouth moved up and down faster, deeper. Her hands helped too, massaging the part of my shaft that couldn’t fit in her mouth, creating double stimulation.
Saliva began to drip, wetting my shaft, her hands, her chin. But she didn’t care.
“Doctor…” I moaned. “It feels… incredible.”
She nodded, not stopping. Instead, she sped up. Her mouth moved up and down at a speed that made my mind float.
The pressure in my stomach grew larger. Closer. I could feel the peak approaching. But I didn’t want to just receive. I wanted to control.
My hand that had been caressing her hair suddenly gripped tighter. Charlotte was surprised, her eyes widening. But before she could react, I started moving her head.
Slowly. Then faster.
My cock went deeper into her mouth. Past her lips, past her tongue, down her throat.
Charlotte gasped. A choking sound came from her throat. Her eyes widened, tears beginning to flow down her cheeks. But she didn’t fight. She didn’t try to pull away.
“You’re so… wild, Doctor,” I moaned, my voice hoarse with pleasure. “Your mouth… is incredible. Your throat… perfect.”
I kept moving her head up and down. Each thrust pushed my cock deeper into her throat. Each pull almost completely out, then back in again.
Charlotte couldn’t breathe. Her face was flushed not just from shame, but from lack of oxygen. Her tears flowed freely, wetting her cheeks. But she stayed there, accepting every thrust, enjoying every second even as her body trembled.
“Fuck… you’re amazing, Doctor,” I praised, my breathing growing heavier. “The best doctor… I’ve ever known.”
