The next day I left and took a cab to the treatment center that was at the center of the city near the high-end district since only rich people could afford treatments regularly. The process used spirit stones and herbs to wash the impurities from your body all the way down to your marrow before pumping in herbs to strengthen the body. A basic one only takes 12 hours, but I went with a five-day treatment along with two days of physical therapy to help me adjust to my body again. The clinic was in a high rise building to provide their clients with high end service and rooms. When I walked up to the counter, I noticed that the lady had at least a charm of 83 with make-up on. As she noticed my approach a look of disgust flashed thru the receptionist's eyes for a moment before she smiled at me and asked, "Hello sir. How may we help you today?" "My name is Anthony DeLaRosa, I have an appointment," I reply. She turned to her computer to look me up and after a few moments a look of surprise crossed her face. Then she turned to me with bashful eyes and said, "Young master Anthony, yes we have been waiting for your arrival. If you take the elevator to the 12th floor you will find Doctor Ming waiting for you." I nodded my head to her before walking around the desk to reach the elevator.
When I exited the elevator, I was greeted by a voluptuous woman 1.72 meters tall with black hair and blue eyes. She easily had a charm of 92 causing me to not even bother glancing at the two nurses behind her. "Hello Mr. Anthony, I am Doctor Ming Xin Yi. I am the one in charge of your stay, if there is anything you need while you are here, feel free to contact me at any time," she said while giving me a slight bow. I snapped out of my fantasy of seeing her naked, realizing that she probably deals with better looking, stronger, and wealthier men than me so there is no way she would be interested in me. "I am in your hands" I say while bowing back. She then proceeds to show me the floor. I went with the VIP treatment, meaning I had the entire floor to myself for privacy. The floor had everything in it, the treatment room, a bedroom, gym, it even had a small clinic for exams and emergency care.
I put away my clothes before going to the clinic for a full body scan so the doctor could tailor the medicine to my body for the best results. After which I was led to the treatment room where I had to strip in front of the beautiful doctor, lay down in a see thru tank, and then put on a helmet with mask before it started to fill with the herbal water. Once it was full they started to filter sleeping gas into the mask so I could sleep during the five days of treatment. The herb bath was extremely beneficial to the body, temporarily removing my need for food during the treatment. Seeing as I died when I was 35 years old, I decided to have them implant basic knowledge into my head to help me refresh my memories. I also had them input the arts, such as calligraphy, cooking, and music. I never did calligraphy so I thought it would be a good hobby to learn. Since I had been cooking since I could reach the stove in my last life I decided to good ahead get some professional knowledge and also learned how to play music to escape from my stressful days while thinking about reproducing music from my old world into this one.
The brightly lit room hummed with the gentle whir of medical equipment, a comforting rhythm that lulled Anthony into a sense of security. After five day's he was taken out of the incubator and carried to the medical room as he slept. He was lying on his back, naked and exposed, the cool air from the vent above him caressing his skin. His eyes were closed, lost in a world of their own as he tried to block out the sounds and smells of the medical room. It had been a long day, filled with needles, tubes, and endless rounds of medication. He had been in and out of consciousness, as he was pulled out of the nutrient bath, and the doctors ran tests to make sure that nothing had gone wrong. After an unknown amount of time, he was wheeled into his room. He was now finally alone, or so he thought.
Doctor Ming was a vision of calm efficiency as she moved about the room, her black hair pulled back into a tight bun. Her movements were graceful and fluid, each step measured and precise. She glanced at the monitor above his bed, checking his vitals, before turning to face him. "How are you feeling, Anthony?" she asked, her voice soft and soothing.
Anthony opened his eyes, meeting her gaze. There was a twinkle in her eyes, a hint of mischief that made him feel slightly uneasy. "I'm okay, Doctor Ming," he replied, his voice barely above a whisper. "I just wanted to take a shower to relax my nerves."
Doctor Ming nodded, her expression sympathetic. "Of course," she said. "That's perfectly understandable. Why don't you go ahead and do that? I'll be right outside if you need anything." With a gentle touch, she adjusted the blanket that was draped across his chest.
I climbed unsteadily to my feet, grateful for the support of the railing beside him. He made his way into the adjoining bathroom, the warm air enveloping him like a comforting embrace. The shower ran hot and steamy, washing away the grime and sweat of the day. As he stood under the pelting water, he couldn't help but admire his new muscular physique. The treatments had done wonders for him, giving him strength and vitality he hadn't felt even in his last life. Looking at his reflect in the bathroom mirror, he could not help but admire himself, even his once modest member had grown. He now stood tall at 198cm, with broad shoulders, hair past his shoulders, and fit body with chiseled eight pack abs. 'If I was in my old world I might be mistaken as a Greek god,' I thought as I looked at myself in the mirror. Thinking about how Doctor Ming would look bouncing on top of me, I could not help my member getting stiff, now it was more than a foot long and thick enough that I could barely wrap his hand around it. I just shook my head at it, deciding to let it go down by itself. 'I just woke up have not yet tested my strength, no way I'm risking my little brother because I could not control my strength,' I thought.
After toweling off, I stepped back into the room, feeling more refreshed than I had since I came to this world. Looking around, I noticed Doctor Ming was no longer at the bedside, but I could see her through the open doorway, standing in front of the large mirror on the opposite wall. She was examining something with a critical eye, her hands moving lustfully over her body. My curiosity piqued so I slowly approached her. "Everything all right, Doctor Ming?" I asked, trying to catch a glimpse of what she was looking at before noticing that she was staring directly at my semi-erect member. She glanced over her shoulder at me, a mischievous smile playing at the corners of her lips. "Oh, Anthony," she said, her voice low and sultry. "I think you know exactly what I'm looking at." And with that, she turned back to face me, revealing her voluptuous curves clad only in a thin doctor's coat.
I felt my heart race as I took in the sight before me. She leaned back slightly, and with a mischievous grin, she slipped out of her white coat, revealing a lacy black bra and matching thong. As she unclasped her bra, Anthony gasped as her voluptuous breasts spilled free from their confines, the dark nipples hardening in anticipation. My gaze was drawn irresistibly to the V-shaped patch of hair that framed her most intimate secrets, and I felt myself growing even harder as I imagined what lay within.
Doctor Ming's eyes met mine; her own pupils dilated with desire. "You've been such a good patient, Anthony," she purred. "So brave, so strong. I just can't help but want to reward you." And with that, she reached out and took my hand before leading me to the bed. As we stood beside the bed, I felt a surge of primal power course through me. I was no longer the fragile, dying man that I had been when I first arrived in this world. I was strong, virile, desired, and as Doctor Ming leaned forward, her breasts brushing against my chest, my knew that she felt it too.
Doctor Ming P.O.V.
"I will need a sperm sample for the labs to check that everything is working properly, but do not worry, I will help you," she said as she looked at his chiseled torso and the massive cock that throbbed before her. She than dropped to her knees with her lips parted in anticipation, and then lowered her head, sticking out her tongue she lightly licked the head of his member causing Anthony's body to twitch in excitement and his member to squeeze out a bit of pre-cum. Doctor Ming licked it up before slowly licking down his shaft and then taking one of his balls in her mouth she teases it while slowly jerking her hand up and down on his member while her other hand started to tease her clit.
After a few moments when she had Anthony good and hard she went back up and continued to lick his member until she saw his toes curl. She then moved up and took his length into her mouth while her other hand wrapped around his cock and slowly jerked him, causing Anthony to cry out. His hands tangling in her hair as she sucked and teased him, driving him closer to the edge of ecstasy. But then she slowed her movements to prolong the moment, before taking her breasts in her hands and squeezing his member between them. To her surprise, his member was so large, that even with heard breasts enveloping it, the head still poked out on top.
So, Doctor Ming took the head into her mouth before moving her body up and down so her breasts could massage his shaft while she continued to suck on the head. With his hand entangled with her hair, it followed her bodies movements up and down. As his climax approached, she could feel the heat building up inside him, radiating outward in waves. His muscles tensed, his vision blurred, and then he had an idea of wanting her to swallow he pushed down on her head while thrusting up his hips. With a groan of pleasure, he exploded into her mouth, feeling her warm, wet flesh massage his swollen cock as he came. He collapsed against the bed, panting heavily, as she looked up at him with a satisfied smile, her eyes gleaming with desire.
"That's it, Anthony," she whispered, her breath hot against his skin. "Let me take care of you." And with that, she stood up, her hands moving to his shoulders, guiding him to the bed. As she climbed onto the mattress, Anthony felt the softness of her body press against his and knew that this was only the beginning. Doctor Ming's breasts were full and round, her nipples hard and erect. Her stomach was flat and toned, her hips narrow and curvaceous. As she reached down between her legs, she spread her legs and folds wide so he could get a good look at her, inviting him in. Anthony looked down at his own erection, throbbing with desire, and positioned himself between her legs. As he thrust forward, he felt her tightness engulf him, her moan filling the room as much as he filled her. Her hands found purchase on his shoulders, urging him deeper, harder, until he reached her deepest part, causing her to orgasm.
Their bodies moved together in a rhythm that were both familiar and new in a primal way. They were no longer patient and doctor, but two lovers lost in the heat of passion. Doctor Ming arched her back, meeting his thrusts with thrusts of her own, her breasts brushing against his chest. He felt her nails dig into his shoulders, leaving small crescents of blood in their wake. While he continued to smash his body against her, as if he wished to impale her with his cock.
As the pleasure built inside him, Anthony leaned down, taking one of her breasts into his mouth. He suckled on it greedily, feeling the hardened peak press against his tongue and with one of his hands he began to massage her clit. Her hips bucked up against him, and he knew she was close. He increased the pace driving deeper and harder, until at last, she cried out, her body convulsing around him.
He followed her over the edge, his own release spilling deep inside her. As they collapsed together on the bed, panting heavily, he felt her hand move between them, rubbing his sticky length as she stroked herself. They lay there for several moments, their hearts racing, their bodies still joined. Finally, she looked up at him with a smile that held both love and desire.
"I'm afraid I'm going to need another sample," she whispered. "But this time, I think I'd like to watch you." She pushed him onto his back before climbing on top of him, while never breaking eye contact with him. Her fingers moved back to his cock, stroking him gently, urging him to harden once more. Anthony felt himself respond to her touch and knew that there would be no escape from her. Not for a long time.
Doctor Ming leaned in closer still, her body pressing against his. "And would you like me to make love to you now, Anthony?" she whispered, her lips so close to his that he could feel the warmth of her breath on his mouth. "Would you like me to show you just how much I desire you...?" Reveling in her fully nude, perky breasts, their dark nipples hardening in the cool air. Her flat, smooth stomach glistened with a light sheen of sweat, and below that, a lush triangle of deep black curls framed her neatly trimmed pubic region. He nodded wordlessly, his heart pounding in his chest. "Then why don't you show me how much you want me, Anthony?" she purred, straddling his hips. "You can have me... just like this."
As their hips met, Anthony's world exploded in a symphony of sensation. The feel of her skin against his, the warmth of her breath against his neck, the sound of her soft moans filling the air as she rubbed herself against his member... it was all too much. He grabbed her hips, pulling her down harder onto him, as she began to ride him with a rhythm that was both wild and unrestrained. The room seemed to fade away, leaving nothing but the two of them, locked in a passionate embrace.
Their bodies moved together in perfect harmony, each stroke deeper and more intense than the last. Anthony couldn't believe how good it felt to have her on top of him, controlling the pace and depth of their coupling. He wanted nothing more than to lose himself in the sensation, to feel her body move against his until they both collapsed in a sweaty, satisfied heap on the bed.
As their passion reached a fever pitch, Anthony reached up to touch her face, his fingers trailing across her cheek, her jaw, finally coming to rest on her lips. She moaned softly into the contact, her hips bucking wildly against his. With a groan of pleasure, he thrust upward, feeling the hot, wet tightness of her body envelop him as his member kissed the entrance to her womb before releasing his cum deep inside her, causing her to orgasm at the same time. She collapsed on top of him as they finally reached their climax together.
Their breath was ragged with their hearts still racing, they lay together on the bed, their bodies slick with sweat and the remnants of their passion. Doctor Ming leaned down to press a soft kiss against Anthony's lips. "That," she whispered, her voice still breathless with desire, "was... quite satisfying."
Anthony P.O.V.
Anthony smiled weakly, still trying to catch his breath. "You have no idea..." I managed to say before collapsing back onto the bed, exhausted but exhilarated. As the final echoes of their passion faded away, the reality of their situation began to sink in. I looked down at the bedding, now rumpled and stained, and felt a pang of shame wash over him. Now that I was clear headed, I began to think of the repercussions of what I had done. "Uh, I'm sorry Doctor Ming, I have never been in this kind of situation before. Do I have to claim you or take responsibility now?" I asked, not knowing the social norm in this world for these kinds of situations.
She laughed softly, her lavender eyes twinkling with amusement. "Shush, Anthony," she soothed, pressing a finger to his lips. "There's no need to apologize. I'm a big girl. I knew what I was doing." She leaned in closer, her lips brushing against his ear. "Besides," she whispered, "it's not like you had a choice. I'm your doctor, after all. I can pretty much do whatever I want." I felt a shiver of excitement run down my spine at her words. "I see," I managed to say, my voice barely audible. "So, um... does that mean I'll get to see you again?" She laughed again, more heartily this time. "Of course you will, Anthony," she said, her hand running through his sweat-damp hair. "After all, I'm not going to let you go that easily. Not after... well, you know. But in these kinds of situations, you only take responsibility if you want to, though, I wouldn't mind you putting a ring on my finger."
I grinned, feeling a surge of relief and happiness wash over me. I reached up to touch her face once more, feeling the softness of her skin beneath my fingertips. "Thank you, Doctor Ming," I whispered, "I don't know what I'd do without you." She leaned in closer, her lips brushing against mine once more. "You don't have to worry about that, Anthony," she breathed. "I'm here to take care of you... in every way possible." As she leaned in for another kiss, I closed my eyes, surrendering to the blissful feeling of her body pressed against mine. It was a moment I knew I would never forget.
'Thank the gods for reincarnations,' I thought to myself with a smile plastered on my face.