The happy life of the Doctor and Amiya

I'll go over again in the afternoon, after all, the needle still has to be shot, otherwise this little girl will have to send it sooner or later.

She sat obediently on the edge of the bed, and the traces of the morning wetness were gone. She squinted, pretending not to see me walk in, staring evasively at the bare wall to the side.

She wore that provocative student uniform, and her skirt was so short that half of her ass was hanging out.

I dragged a chair and straddled it, so I sat face to face with her.

"First of all, the first question...", my gaze unconsciously shifted downward, and it was obvious that those slender and slender legs had somewhat violated my male bottom line.

She smiled wickedly as if she had succeeded in her plan, and her hand holding the hem of her skirt even flipped up a bit.

My eyes are glued even closer, just a little, just a little...

At this time, I felt both excited and sad, the young girl's spring naturally made me spin in Binzhou, but I was still a little embarrassed to be played with by this kind of little girl.

I turned my face away, took off my coat and threw it to her.

"Why are you wearing it like that?"

"Because it feels like the Doctor... Would love—" She blushed and shyly covered her eyes with her hands.

I was speechless.

"Originally, it should—" She looked at the stockings and various sex toys in the corner of the room.

This room also occasionally houses some of my private collections.

It seems that the unserious books on the shelves have affected her...

"Stop, stop, second question—" I quickly interrupted, and she bowed her head in disappointment, clutching the corners of her skirt tightly.

"Doctor... Don't you like it?" she asked me with tears in her eyes, looking up at me in an almost desperate tone.

"Doctor

... Lately, you've been coming late, aren't... Busy at work?" The crystal gray pupils were stained with a hint of gloom, and they looked at me with some complaint.

"Uh, yes—" I looked away.

She smiled sarcastically as if she already knew the answer.

"Obviously, I don't even want to talk to me every time, because I think... Am I disgusting?"

"No, no, no" I quickly waved my hand, trying to excuse myself.

"Obviously it is!!" she suddenly shouted, startling me too.

"When I was in Chernobog before—" she raised her eyes, staring blankly at the ceiling, reminiscing to herself "Everyone avoids me, and the infected are discriminated against wherever they go - I've almost accepted this reality..." I thought, naively, I thought I had finally found a place for myself..."The more she spoke, the more agitated she became, her breath becoming disorganized, and large tears rolled down her cheeks.

"But the result, the result... You're just keeping me here, even looking at me—" She finally cried into tears, unable to cry.

I could only pull the girl's thin body into my arms.

Only then did I realize that this child had lost a lot of weight compared to when I first met, and that the effects of the original stone disease had finally penetrated into other organs...

Her hair pressed against my cheeks, and her slender body trembled slightly, sobbing uncontrollably.

"Much, look at me more... Even if it's just to do nothing, it's good to be there for me... I don't want to, I don't want to do it anymore—" She said more and more inarticulate until I couldn't even make out of it.

She cried for a long time, and I could only gently touch the back of her head and carefully soothe her.

After a while, I couldn't hear what she said, only to see her suddenly straighten up, staring straight at me with teary eyes,

"... Answer, promise me" She seemed to have exhausted the last of her strength, but her eyes were still stubbornly holding on to me.

"Okay, good," I had to perfunctory her.

She finally couldn't hold it anymore and fell asleep.

After that, I had to come to see her often.