Hearing Hannah's words, I felt a sharp pain shoot through my cock, spreading through my bloodstream and making me shiver all over.
I swallowed and uttered, "That's a bit cruel, isn't it? Are those cocks you dissected from live creatures?"
"Kind of," Hannah said, thinking back. "Some are models, some are bodies donated by donors. But mostly, they're models. Once I started working at the hospital, it was all live creatures."
"How does it feel? Is mine good?"
"Honestly, your cock is the biggest, thickest, hardest, and most perfect one I've seen since I started studying this field. If I had met you in college, you would've been a great subject for me to study."
Study subject; dissection. Those words alone weren't scary, but coming from the same person at the same time, they sent chills down my spine.
"No way! When you were in college, I was still in elementary school. I'm just a kid, spare me."
My words made Hannah laugh. "I'm kidding. I wouldn't go that far for my studies. Besides, your cock is too good to use for experiments. At most, just a touch to get familiar with it." She gently rubbed my cock as she spoke.
Her touch was light and delicate, like a massage, and that familiar feeling spread through my body again. My soft cock instantly hardened under her touch.
Noticing the change, Hannah gently tapped my cock and said, "It's good to have a sensitive cock, but it shouldn't be this sensitive, right?"
"I don't know why it's like this. It seems like my cock is the only one with this ability around me. No one else has it."
"Yeah, since I started working as a doctor, you're the first patient I've seen with such a special condition. For your future health, I think you should come to see me for regular check-ups to avoid any issues."
"Are you worried about my health, or can't you bear to part with my big cock?" I teased, pinching Hannah's clit.
"As a doctor, I definitely consider your health first!" Hannah rolled her eyes at me.
"What about from a woman's perspective? Can't bear to part with my cock?" I flicked her clit with my middle finger.
"A little bit, but not much," Hannah admitted, nodding but quickly turning her head to avoid eye contact.
To me, this was a beautiful gesture. Being able to face and express one's feelings clearly was commendable.
"Just hearing that from you is enough. Don't worry, I'll come see you often and only make appointments with you." I comforted.
"You sound so devoted. With such a good cock, you must not be content with just one woman, right?"
"Yeah, actually, every time I ejaculate in a day, except for the three times with you, it's with different women."
"You're quite the player. Young man, be more restrained before becoming a father, or your cock won't work by the time you do."
Talking about this reminded me of something.
Ryan's fertility seemed to be lacking, and maybe Hannah could help with that. But if Ryan's sexual ability got better and his fertility improved, would that mean Scarlett and I wouldn't have a chance?
Ryan had always been good to me. Even though we weren't biological brothers, he treated me like one. Now that I had a way to help his marriage and family, keeping it a secret felt unfair.
On one side was Ryan, who grew up with me, and on the other was the woman I liked. No matter what I chose, it felt like a tough spot.
Hannah noticed I was lost in thought and asked, "What's up? Did we hit a nerve?"
"No, it's just that I have a brother who seems to have some issues with his sexual ability, and his fertility is pretty poor. He's been married for seven years and still has no kids. I was wondering if you could help with that."
Feeling Hannah's energy restored, I let her down.
Luckily, all the semen in her pussy had been squeezed out by me, and now she just needed to stand and let the water rinse off the shower gel from her body.
"Yeah, I can help with that kind of problem. I've treated a lot of men with this issue, and almost all of them were successful."
Why did that sound like good news for patients and their families, but felt a bit painful to me?
"That's great, but are your treatment methods all like the one you used on me? Helping them ejaculate by hand, and if they can't, using your mouth and pussy to assist?"
"Do you think everyone is like you? Only you got that treatment. Other men masturbate themselves, I just apply the medication."
I breathed a sigh of relief hearing that Hannah didn't treat others like me.
Especially with Ryan. Hannah had just had sex with me today, and in a few days, when Ryan came for a check-up if he was treated the same way, it was hard to accept.
"Why? Do you mind me treating other men the same way?" Hannah stared at my face.
"Of course, you've had sex with me, so you're already my woman. I can't control you having sex with your husband, but if it's with other men, I would mind."
"You have quite a few women." After complaining, Hannah grabbed a towel from the shelf, wrapped it around herself, and walked out of the shower area.
Why did it feel like Hannah was still a bit concerned about my relationships with other women?
I quickly tied a towel around my waist and followed her out.
Hannah stopped in front of the sink and took out a hairdryer from the cabinet below to blow-dry her hair.
I stood behind her, holding her waist, and lightly nibbled on her earlobe, "Feeling jealous?"
"Why would I be jealous? We're not in any kind of romantic relationship." Hannah shrugged indifferently.
I knew that what women said and what they thought were often different, and in Hannah's case, she probably needed some reassurance.
"Don't worry, since we had sex, I've been addicted to you. You're in the top three of all my women."
"Do you say that to every woman?"