’I hate these fucking rules.’ I think as I remove my blouse and skirt, leaving in just my underwear and bra. I know it’s mandatory for a physical examination and dical check-up, but the fact that my psychologist does this with lust is simply uncomfortable.
"Are you ready, Setsuna?" Mizuki asks as she approaches cautiously, coming from behind first, probably to avoid seeing the perverted look on her face when she gropes young girls.
"Yes...I’m ready." If it weren’t for this mandatory check-up, everything would be better, but at least after she does the physical check-up, the rest will be done by machines, and I won’t have to have contact with anyone.
"Okay, take a deep breath, I’ll try to touch you gently," she says as she places her hands on my breasts, sliding them under my bra to touch my breasts directly while squeezing them firmly.
This makes my body tremble with disgust. I feel sick, it’s uncomfortable. I’ve never felt disgusted before in my life, as I only have feelings for my sister, and disgusting things have never affected .
After all, it’s impossible for to feel disgust towards my sister, so feelings like this are sothing I’ve never experienced as a normal person should.
That’s why I’ve never known the feeling of disgust, but now I feel disgust at being touched. It’s as if insects are crawling on my chest, and I really want to get out of here.
It’s so strange. If it were my sister, it would be great, I would love it and even be moaning with pleasure, but when touched by Mizuki, all I feel is disgust and revulsion. I hate how she squeezes and shapes my breasts as if they were her toys.
Mizuki continues to explore my breasts, pressing them in various places in a truly clinical manner as if looking for problems or abnormalities, but of course, her touch seems dubious, and her grip is a bit too strong for a routine dical check-up.
"How do you feel, Setsuna?" Mizuki asks as she feels my body trembling with disgust at her contact with , even though I try to avoid it, it’s simply impossible to hide the disgust.
"...Disgusting," I say with a colder tone than usual. This is all so disgusting, and I really want to get away while my body trembles with disgust at being touched.
"...Your body reacts sensitively to my touch, but...your reaction is not quite what I expected," she says as she circles my nipples with her fingers, pressing them into my breasts.
This clearly isn’t necessary. This bitch is just crossing the line, but I try to restrain myself. I feel like I really want to hit her. I hate this feeling of disgust and want to get her away from , even if it’s with violence.
It’s the complete opposite of what I feel for my sister normally, so I don’t like it. I just want to get this over with before I do sothing stupid. I’m only restraining myself because she’s an authority figure.
Plus, at the mont, I shouldn’t know the truth about her, so I technically wouldn’t have a reason to hit a doctor who’s just "trying to help," aning I’d have problems while she’d get away unscathed.
"Aren’t you done yet?" I question her to make her get her hands off my breasts. This is taking too long. She doesn’t stop squeezing them under my bra, and I start to hear her heavy breathing, showing that she’s sexually excited by my body.
"..." She’s silent for a mont, probably to control her perversion. Soon, she starts to move her hands down, pressing and squeezing my abdon, back, and then back up to my arms.
"You...have impressive muscles. Your skin is smooth and soft, and in general, you appear weak, and your muscles aren’t visible, but if you press hard, you can feel that you have a strong constitution."
"Do you exercise regularly? Your overall health seems very good," she says professionally, but her touch is annoyingly intrusive and exploratory, which clearly fuels my discomfort.
I don’t like this. This new problem I’ve acquired is annoying. It’s great that my body recognizes that only my sister can touch freely, but in the current situation where I have to let myself be touched, it just gets in the way.
And it’s not like I can just turn it off. I’d even like it if the demon had skipped this test for , but the price probably wouldn’t be worth it. He charges a lot.
Mizuki starts to carefully squeeze and press my thighs, moving down to my legs with a pretend professionalism, and thus completing the physical examination.
She really reduced the amount of contact with my body, which is a true blessing. A little more contact and I might have resorted to violence. Normally, I’m not a violent person, but I hated the discomfort and disgust, and I can’t wait to stop feeling it.
"Okay, Setsuna, your body seems perfect. Aside from your problem with direct physical contact, I believe everything is in perfect condition, no notable physical illnesses or anything like that."
"However, based on the reaction your body has shown, your aversion to touch from others is much greater than expected. Your body reacts sensitively to contact, but the response to the contact is poor."
"Do you have any idea what might have caused this...personal defense?" Mizuki asks, avoiding calling it a disease, as technically, there is no other word for it. It’s basically a disease that makes contact disgusting and that is limited to excluding only my sister, who is the only one who can touch .
"...I don’t know," I say as I start to put my clothes back on and adjust them. Fortunately, it was really faster than a normal check-up, due to the ti on the clock, because clearly, I was too disgusted and uncomfortable to continue.
And she’s still trying to maintain an air of professionalism, so it would be strange for her to keep groping or touching , given that she knows this causes problems.
"Could you give a brief description of what you thought of my touch?" Mizuki asks so she can take notes on what I say.
"Bad, disgusting, uncomfortable, revolting. I felt like thousands of worms were crawling all over my body. Repulsive, truly one of the worst things I’ve ever felt," I fill her with insults. That’s exactly what I felt.
Of course, I’m using the opportunity to insult her, but truly, that’s what I felt. My whole body was trembling at the slightest contact, and I could barely stand still for her to touch .
The disgust was so intense that for a mont, killing her seed like a viable option to escape the discomfort, which surprised even , since killing soone is sothing I would only do for my sister and generally not for myself, showing that this disgust is extre.
"And how do you feel now?" Mizuki asks another standard question, at least I know I’ll be released soon.
"...Normal." After she moved away and I put my skirt and blouse back on, all the disgust passed as if it were a lie or a mory too distant to affect . It’s really strange.
"That’s good. It ans it passed quickly. There are cases of people where the contact causes such excessive disgust that it lasts for so ti, which can lead to problems like excessive bathing."
’She’s staring at my breasts again...tsk.’ Even speaking professionally, her gaze is so lustful.
"..." She extends her hand to , and I shake it. I know she’s just testing, and I clearly don’t feel anything with the handshake. It’s not excessive contact, even if it cos from a nymphomaniac.
"You don’t feel anything?" Mizuki asks as she releases my hand and makes notes in her notebook.
"No." I simply respond with "no." At least this is useful for to know about my own problems. If it weren’t for this, I might have taken a while to discover that I have extre disgust towards contact.
Although I know I don’t feel disgust towards contact with my sister, it’s a bit strange to explain. Unfortunately, this kind of leaves affectionate displays restricted to my sister, which prevents from forming long-lasting friendships with girls.
Since, honestly, I don’t feel like I can try to hug soone in public or private. I could barely let the psychologist touch and needed all my ntal strength to allow it. If I have to do this again, I’ll really freak out from the disgust. It’s a feeling I don’t like. I wonder how people seem not to care about having such a bad feeling and sensation.
I didn’t need to know what disgust is like. I could have lived without knowing such a thing, but that’s life. It’s never fair. So people don’t have problems, and others have a ton of them.
There’s no way I can just be cured of sothing I’m not even sure how I acquired, but I can see this positively. This feeling is another proof of my great love for my sister. Seeing it this way, I feel more comfortable having this problem.
"Setsuna, the exam with the machines can be done now. Do you want to do it...or do you want to rest a bit first?" Mizuki asks, waiting for my response.
"Let’s do it now." I want to finish this and prepare for the school day. Finally, I’ll be able to get close to my sister.
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