"Ms. Lawson, you said earlier it's dry down below, and that it hurts when you do it. Did that start suddenly, or has it always been like this?" I asked.

The moment I finished my question, Ms. Lawson's heartbeat suddenly quickened, and the big melons on her chest began to rise and fall with her breathing.

I discreetly moved the stethoscope down an inch. The moment my fingers got caught between those melons, I nearly let out a muffled groan.

They were so soft and bouncy, even wrapping tightly around my fingers when they slipped in. What if…

My mind had started to wander with vivid thoughts when a dull, throbbing ache pulled me back from the fantasy.

I swallowed hard, pulled my hand back, and quietly adjusted my pants. Then, I urged Ms. Lawson to answer my question quickly.

Ms. Lawson turned to face the other side and said softly, "It wasn't like this before. It just… started happening recently."

I asked her whether she did it with the same person before and recently.

While Ms. Lawson was distracted, I pushed my hand another half inch into her collar. The warm sensation spread from the back of my hand through my whole body, and I felt the blood in my veins instantly boil.

I swallowed hard, trying to ease the dryness in my mouth, but there wasn't enough saliva.

I had heard that ripe melons were fresh, juicy, and the best for quenching thirst and relieving heat.

Upon realizing I had the urge to strip Ms. Lawson, I quickly bit my lip hard, trying to snap myself out of it. I couldn't let desire cloud my judgment.

"Ms. Lawson, tell me. Was it the same person or not?"

She suddenly turned her head to look at me and asked in confusion, "Liam, why did your voice suddenly get so hoarse?"

"Never mind that. Just answer my question first," I said somewhat anxiously.

She shook her head. "No."

"When those two people did it with you for the first time, did this problem happen?"

"Well, it was the first time, so…"

I asked tentatively, "Was the guy too big? Or was the foreplay not done well?"

A hint of resentment flashed across Ms. Lawson's face, and she mumbled, "It… wasn't that big. It also wasn't as long or thick as your middle finger…"

I suddenly held up my middle finger toward her, curling my lips into a mischievous smirk. "Ms. Lawson, do you like this size?"

She hurriedly explained, "That's not what I meant! I was just making a comparison."

I snickered internally and continued, "Oh… Tell me, Ms. Lawson. What size do you like?"

She answered without thinking, "Size doesn't really matter. What matters is hardness and stamina… Hey, why am I telling you this, you brat? Liam, just help me examine my body…"

Seeing that Ms. Lawson had turned her face away, I blurted out on impulse, "Ms. Lawson, take a look at mine!"

When Ms. Lawson turned her head, I yanked down my zipper and pulled out that already erect part. My movements caused it to sway slightly.

Ms. Lawson sucked in a sharp breath and stared in disbelief at the thing between my legs. After a long while, she came back to her senses and licked her lips.

Her eyes lit up slightly as she said, "I never expected a young man like you to have… something so impressive down there."

Then, she muttered quietly to herself, "I really envy your girlfriend. She's able to enjoy such a top-notch specimen…"

I felt extremely proud when I heard Ms. Lawson's compliment, but a slight frown appeared on my face.

"I had a girlfriend before, but when it came time to do it, she got scared off by my size," I explained.

As soon as Ms. Lawson heard that, her brows furrowed. "She doesn't know how to appreciate good things," she said indignantly.

I let out a soft hum in agreement and remarked, "If only I could meet a woman who knows how to appreciate things as you do…"

"If not, I would've gotten a chance to experience that kind of pleasure by now…" I muttered sadly.

Ms. Lawson looked at me in disbelief. "Liam, you… Are you still a…"

I sighed and nodded helplessly. "Yes."

Ms. Lawson fell silent after that. Seeing that she hadn't spoken for a while, my mind went blank, and I blurted out, "I really want to experience that kind of pleasure. Can you help me?"

She looked at me, surprised. "Liam, do you… Do you know what you're saying?"

I smiled and nodded, saying, "Yes, I do. Didn't you say I have a top-notch specimen? Don't you want to try it?"

Then, I pouted, looking hurt. "Or were you just comforting me just now and humoring me?"

"Everything I said is true! I'm not lying to you!" she quickly explained.

"Okay… I believe you. So…" I looked at Ms. Lawson expectantly. "Does that mean you agree?"

Ms. Lawson fell silent again. Her gaze was full of longing, but she wore a conflicted expression.

After a long moment, she sighed and said quietly, "Liam, your mother and I are good friends. I watched you grow up. I… Although I may want to, my conscience doesn't allow it. Now, be good, and pull your zipper back up. Let's… Let's continue…"

I nodded, looking disappointed. "Okay."

After pulling my zipper up, I asked Ms. Lawson where we had left off.

She paused for a moment, then said, "I don't remember…"

"Oh, wait. I remember—we were talking about size," I said calmly while pushing my glasses up. "Since it's not a size issue, it could also be that there's something inside you…

"Please undress so I can use an instrument to examine you."

This time, Ms. Lawson didn't refuse. She sat up, lifted her skirt to her waist, then lay back down on the bed.

Throughout the whole process, she kept her head turned completely to the other side, not looking at me.

I felt like laughing. Wasn't this just self-deception?

When I caught sight of the wet patch on Ms. Lawson's underwear, the smile at the corner of my mouth vanished instantly.

I stared deeply at her crotch and said in a hoarse voice, "Ms. Lawson, didn't you say you… couldn't get wet…"

I scraped it with my fingertip and held it up to her. "Then, what's this?"

She looked at the thin, glistening wetness between my fingers, and she blushed hard.

"Liam! You're… You're so mean!"

Ms. Lawson suddenly clamped her legs shut and said coyly, "Hmph! Now that you're teasing me like this, I don't want you to examine me anymore."

Upon hearing Ms. Lawson say she wanted a female doctor instead, I got anxious and quickly apologized in a soft voice.

Ms. Lawson huffed and turned her head away.

With trembling hands, I parted her legs and asked, "Can you feel anything?"

Two rapid gasps sounded in my ears. I suppressed the throbbing ache in my lower abdomen and asked the question again, but she didn't answer.

I pushed my hand a little further forward. In the next instant, a shaky cry echoed next to my ear.