For the sake of my happiness with my boyfriend, I decided to go to the hospital to treat my congenital narrowness.

But the attending physician turned out to be my boyfriend's friend—and the treatment plan itself made my face flush and my heart race.

"During the course of treatment, there will be a great deal of intimate physical contact. That's unavoidable," he said. "For example, kissing, touching, and…"

"Patient number thirty-four, Samantha Weasley, please proceed to Consultation Room One."

A few days earlier, I had discovered something by accident.

After years of being together, my intimacy life with my boyfriend, Josh Durant, was deeply incompatible.

I was born narrow—so much so that I couldn't even accommodate a man of normal size.

When I caught the fleeting look of disappointment in his eyes, guilt washed over me.

I hesitated for days before finally deciding to come to the hospital to get checked.

What I never anticipated was that the doctor seeing me would be Liam Calder. He was a friend of Josh's. We had even met just a few days ago.

"Miss Weasley, there are still many patients waiting behind you. Please come in first."

His pleasant voice pulled me back to my senses, and my first instinct was to run.

"Well, um… Doctor, I suddenly have something urgent to—"

"Miss Weasley, are you questioning my professional ethics?"

Seeing the displeasure on Liam's face, I fell silent and reluctantly stepped inside.

Every time we'd met before, he had been Josh's friend.

He had always been polite and gentle, always calling me by name.

Now, that identity had abruptly shifted—we were now doctor and patient.

The change made me unbearably awkward. I lowered my head, too embarrassed to look at him.

In the quiet consultation room, the only sound was the soft rustle of pages as he flipped through my medical file.

Liam studied it for a long time before speaking.

"The information in your file isn't detailed enough. I'll need to communicate directly with you about some more specific details."

I nodded with a flushed face, signaling my understanding.

"Then tell me carefully what happened that night, and the outcome."

His words startled me.

"Huh? Th-that too… has to be said?"

I was conservative by nature. Talking about my private life in front of someone I knew—

For me, it was mortifying beyond words.

But for the sake of treatment, for my future with Josh, I could only steel myself and speak.

"On the night of our engagement party, after all the guests had left, Josh and I had both been drinking. He carried me to the bed…"

I unconsciously bit my lip. When I met Liam's calm gaze, the unease in my chest eased slightly.

"Fueled by the alcohol, we took off our clothes. He… he pressed down on me, and when he was about to begin, we realized… it wouldn't go in."

As I spoke, images from that night resurfaced in my mind.

Throughout it all, Liam watched me intently.

The feeling was as if he had been standing beside the bed, witnessing everything between Josh and me firsthand.

My face burned, and I couldn't bring myself to meet his eyes.

Even though I was fully dressed and properly covered, I felt an overwhelming sense of nakedness, as though nothing shielded me at all.

"Did Josh engage in any foreplay during that time?"

"Yes, but not very much."

"Be specific."

Since I'd already said this much, there was no point holding back now.

As I recalled the details, I said, "He touched my chest and my waist, but because he'd been drinking, his movements were a bit rough."

After hearing this, Liam's gaze sharpened with certainty.

"In fact, you didn't feel much that night, did you?"

I froze for a moment, stunned by his perceptiveness.

I nodded honestly, admitting he was right.

Liam fell silent in thought.

He picked up his pen and wrote something down before lifting his head, his expression serious and focused.

"Based on a preliminary assessment, this may be a congenital abnormality of the reproductive organs. It's also possible that the development of your uterus isn't ideal. Of course, we'll need further detailed examinations to confirm."

The word abnormality sent panic flooding through me.

"Then what should I do? Can it be completely treated?"

Liam nodded.

I had just begun to relax when his next words left me in an impossible position.

"I'll design a dedicated treatment plan for you. But there's something important I need to tell you first. During treatment, there will be a lot of intimate physical contact. This cannot be avoided."

I stared at him, stunned, and asked softly, "How intimate?"

His expression remained calm, but his words were startlingly bold.

"For example, kissing, touching, and…"

I understood what he meant, and instantly fell into a vortex of hesitation.

It could cure my condition. But if I did this… wouldn't I be betraying Josh?

Seeing that I didn't answer for a long time, Liam lowered his gaze, clearly displeased.

"I assure you—if you walk out that door today, no one else will be able to cure your condition. Please do not question my medical expertise."

My heart jolted violently.

"I… I'll do the treatment…"

Hearing my answer, Liam nodded and stood up.

"Good. Then come with me for a preliminary examination."

He led me into a small partitioned room nearby. The space was cramped, furnished with nothing but an examination bed.

Liam gestured for me to get on.

I sat on the edge of the bed, about to take off my high heels before lying down, but he stopped me.

"No need to take them off. It creates more visual impact, which is beneficial for the treatment."

I didn't quite understand, but I obediently followed the doctor's instructions.

I lay flat on the examination bed.

Liam stood beside me, putting on gloves with deliberate, unhurried movements.

"Shall we begin, then?"

Liam lowered his gaze to me. The overhead light washed over the side of his face, outlining it with a soft, hazy glow that made him look especially striking.

His nose was straight and well-defined, with the faintest hint of a natural bridge. His lips were full and flushed, and his eyes seemed to twinkle with affection in them.

To be honest, the very first time we met, I had already been deeply stunned by Liam's looks.

Among a crowd of ordinary-looking men, he stood out like a thoroughbred in a field of donkeys.

His delicate features and tall, lean frame made him so exceptional that it felt as though he existed on a completely different layer from everyone else.

I nodded slightly.

Liam hummed in response, then lowered his head and pressed a gentle kiss to my forehead.

My eyes widened a little, my heartbeat skipping.

Up close, I caught the faint scent of citrus clinging to him.

He brushed a light kiss along my cheek, one hand reaching down to unzip the side of my dress.

A cool draft slipped across my waist, making me instinctively flinch.

Sensing my unease, he leaned close to my ear and soothed me in a low voice.

"Don't be afraid. I'll be gentle."

His tone was soft, yet carried a reassuring steadiness.

Under his quiet reassurance, my body slowly relaxed.

The bow at my collar and the zipper along the dress were both undone.

The fabric hung loosely from my body now, leaving far too much room for wandering hands.

A dry, warm palm slipped inside, wrapping around my waist.

He didn't rush or act carelessly—his hand merely lingered there, stroking and grazing with deliberate restraint.

My lips were captured. His tongue nudged past my teeth, slipping inside to entwine with mine.

I had very little experience with this kind of intimacy.

At this moment, the way Liam kissed me was unbearably gentle and lingering.

For a fleeting second, I even developed the illusion that we were lovers.

Compared to Josh's blunt roughness that night, Liam treated me as though I were something precious. Every step was careful, every movement guided by my reactions.

As the kiss deepened, he would occasionally pause to ask, "Does this feel okay?" or "How about this? Is it alright?"

How could I possibly withstand that kind of teasing?

My gaze had already gone unfocused, my body yielding to him without resistance.

Only after kissing me until I felt dizzy did Liam finally straighten up and let me go.

He removed my dress.

I looked at him through hazy eyes, only to realize that his expression was calm and composed. The way he looked at me was no different from how he might look at any other patient.

For reasons I couldn't explain, a trace of frustration and grievance welled up inside me. It felt as though I was the only one falling in too deep. To Liam, I was nothing more than an ordinary patient—nothing more.

I bit my lip, unable to stop my thoughts from wandering.

If only he could be as intoxicated as I was right now.

I wanted to see those beautiful eyes clouded with desire because of me. It would surely be breathtaking.

Lost in that thought, I couldn't help but begin silently evaluating myself.

My looks leaned toward the pure and delicate. I could be considered pretty. Plenty of boys had pursued me growing up.

My figure had developed well too: curves where they should be, slender where it mattered.

Only… there.

The word abnormal churned endlessly in my mind.

I'd never seen another woman's most private place.

Was mine uglier than theirs?

The thought made me lower my lashes, a wave of inferiority washing over me.

"The next step of the examination…"

Noticing my mood, Liam's voice softened. He gently pinched my cheek and asked quietly, "What's wrong? You look unhappy."

After hesitating for a moment, I finally voiced what was in my heart.

"Am I ugly down there?"

Liam frowned.

My heart sank, convinced that my fear had been confirmed.

But the next second, he said with certainty, "No. Samantha, I've never seen anyone more beautiful than you."

As soon as the words fell, Liam bent down.

He knelt at the foot of the bed, removed my high heels, and held my ankle in one hand.

Lowering his head, he pressed a careful, reverent kiss there.

My heart trembled slightly. At last, I saw a change in his eyes.

It wasn't the kind of desire I had imagined. But that look felt heavier than raw lust, far more startling. What filled his gaze now was absolute devotion.

I heard him say, "Samantha, don't underestimate your own allure."

As he spoke, his hands slid up to my calves and slowly guided them apart.

My most private place was fully exposed.

Liam lowered his gaze, his breathing hitching as fascination bloomed in his eyes.

As he leaned in, his long finger reached forward.

This sensation was completely different from that night with Josh. My entire body was relaxed.

Under Liam's gentle advances, enough desire had already been stirred within me. Rather than rejecting his intrusion, my body yearned for it.

And so, very smoothly, I accepted his finger.

Liam leaned in to kiss me again, tenderness spilling into his words.

"Take it slow. If it's too much, tell me. Don't endure it."

I breathed softly. "Mm… it doesn't hurt. I can do it."

"Good girl."

He caught my earlobe between his lips, lingering close.

"Then I'm going to add another finger now."