Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks Chapter 308: The Doctor’s Dilemma

Turning back toward the entrance, I clenched my hand into a fist and delivered three sharp, intentional knocks. The reply was immediate, delivered in a smooth, accented voice: "Please come in."

I nudged the door open just wide enough to slip inside, my attention instantly captured by Dr. Anya Volkov. She was seated behind her desk with a regal posture, her long, platinum blonde hair flowing over her shoulder like shimmering liquid silver.

Flanking her were two nurses, whose professional composure shifted into high alert the moment they spotted me.

One nurse moved forward, her voice firm yet polite. "Sorry, sir, but this clinic is strictly for female patients. Male patients are seen next door." Her tone left no room for debate, and she glanced at Anya as if looking for backup.

Keeping my eyes locked on Anya, I allowed a flicker of hesitation to cross my face. "That... I’m sorry," I stammered, carefully making my voice sound desperate.

"But I can’t find anyone else. I have this... emergency. It’s urgent." I twisted my fingers together, letting my voice crack just enough to make the lie believable. "I don’t know where else to go."

At first, Anya didn't even look up. She reached for the desk phone, her long, manicured fingers dialing the numbers with practiced ease. "Hello, where is Doctor Robert?" she inquired, her cool, professional tone carrying a Russian accent that wrapped around every word like velvet.

A brief silence followed, and then her perfectly shaped eyebrows arched slightly. "What do you mean he’s not on duty today?" she snapped, her voice becoming sharp with irritation. "Then who the hell is covering for him?"

She listened for a few more seconds, her lips tightening into a thin line. "Unacceptable," she muttered before slamming the receiver back into its cradle. Her icy blue eyes finally fixed on me, her gaze piercing and analytical.

"Sir," she stated, her voice steady but firm, "you heard the nurse. This clinic is for female patients only. You need to leave and come back tomorrow when Doctor Robert is available."

I let my shoulders sag, my voice trembling as I feigned being on the verge of a breakdown. "Doctor, please," I pleaded, my fingers clutching the door frame as if I were struggling to remain standing.

"I can’t wait. It’s—it’s unbearable. I don’t know what to do." My eyes dropped to the floor and my breathing became intentionally ragged, making my entire demeanor scream desperation.

Anya’s eyes narrowed, her annoyance sparking in the dry air of the room. "You think you can just barge in here and demand my time?" she snapped, her voice as sharp as a scalpel, her Russian accent cutting through the tension.

"I have patients who actually follow the rules. I don’t have time for this." She dismissed me with a wave of her hand, her manicured nails catching the overhead light. "Out. Now."

I hesitated, lowering my voice to a faint whisper and slumping as if burdened by a great weight. "It’s not like that, Doctor," I murmured, my face flushing with what looked like genuine embarrassment.

"I swear to you, it’s an emergency. I don’t know who else to turn to. I’ve heard you’re the best, and I—" My voice broke, and I shook my head as if unable to finish, keeping my gaze firmly on the floor.

Anya let out a sharp, frustrated sigh, her shoulders relaxing slightly as she observed me. "Ok..." she said eventually, her voice reluctant but carrying a hint of curiosity. "Please, come in."

A stern-looking nurse with her hair in a tight bun stepped forward. "But Doctor—"

Anya cut her off with a single, authoritative lift of her hand. "It’s okay. It’s an emergency." Her tone allowed no further argument, and the nurse nodded, stepping back while looking concerned.

I moved into the room and took the patient chair next to Anya’s desk. The scent of her perfume—a rich, intoxicating mix of jasmine and a darker, musky undertone—hit my senses. It was distracting and nearly overwhelming, forcing me to concentrate on my act.

Anya turned toward me, her glacial blue eyes locking onto mine with an intensity that made my skin crawl. "So, what is your trouble, you... Mr.?" she asked coolly.

"Dexter," I answered, my voice soft and seemingly shy.

Anya typed the name into her computer, her fingers moving with precision. She turned back to me with an unreadable expression. "And your age, Mr. Dexter?"

"I’m 22," I said, keeping my voice steady despite the performance.

Anya continued typing, her brow furrowing slightly as she entered the data. Finally, she swiveled her chair to face me directly, crossing her legs with deliberate slowness.

"So, what is troubling you, Mr. Dexter?" she asked, her voice professional yet tinged with impatience.

I acted deeply embarrassed, my eyes darting between Anya and the nurses before settling on the floor. My cheeks turned red, and I shifted uncomfortably in the chair.

"That... Doctor..." I stammered in a whisper. "I don’t know what happened to me since I came to this world through that portal." I paused, my fingers twisting together in my lap. "I started feeling strange... down there."

Anya’s eyes flashed with surprise, though she kept her face composed. She leaned back in her chair, her gaze sharp and evaluating. "Go on," she urged, her voice calm but intrigued.

I took a deep breath, my voice shaking with faked shame. "And now it’s become unbearable." I kept my eyes on my hands, unable to look at her.

Anya cleared her throat, her professional mask slipping slightly as she masked her surprise. "Can you explain it in detail?" she asked, her voice clinical yet curious. "Are you having problems getting an erection? If so, I can prescribe a medicine to help with that."

I shook my head, my voice barely audible. "Doctor, that’s not it." I hesitated again, my face burning. "It’s the opposite. I just... I can’t get rid of my erection. No matter how many times I—" I trailed off, leaving the sentence unfinished, my embarrassment appearing palpable.

Anya’s eyes widened in clear surprise. "Sir, did you take any medicine? Or eat anything unusual?" she asked sharply, her fingers tapping the desk in concern.

I shook my head once more, my gaze remaining fixed on the floor. "No, Doctor. I haven’t taken anything."