"It didn't fit.."
A smooth, womanly voice—sweet yet disturbingly emotionless—rolled through the room.
Across from her sat a man whose expression barely held together, lips twitching in amusement.
The woman was beauty incarnate.
Mauvia, the former Goddess of Felines, a divine creature made flesh.
Long, black hair spilled down her back like midnight silk. Her eyes were twin amber-gold slits that shimmered like the sun reflecting off a predator's gaze. Every motion she made felt deliberate, like a cat stretching before the kill.
Her tight black dress clung to every curve, her chest and hips accentuated just enough to turn confidence into a weapon. High heels clicked softly on the marble floor, each step echoing a lazy dominance.
And yet, when she spoke..it wasn't arrogance. It was frustration.
Across from her sat Doctor Idris.
Well, "Doctor" by choice. He wasn't a real doctor just when he was working.
Tall. Six-foot-three. Muscular in that effortless, sculpted way. His skin gleamed with a soft peach-brown tone that caught the warm light, his eyes heterochromatic..hazel mixed with faint lavender. He wore a half-open doctor's coat over a black shirt and blue trousers, looking more like a model pretending to be a therapist than the other way around.
"Wait..hold on," Idris said, struggling not to laugh. "You said it didn't fit?"
Mauvia's gaze sharpened, then softened into the faintest smirk. "You can laugh if you want, Doctor Idris. I mean, how comical, right? Seven feet tall..and a shrimp dick. You should've seen my horrified expression."
That did it. Idris burst out laughing—loud, genuine, and tears-in-his-eyes hard.
Even Mauvia's lips curved into a playful giggle.
When the laughter faded, she crossed her legs, eyes gleaming. "What do you recommend I do? He's perfect otherwise. Provides, cares for me, spoils me—"
Idris raised a hand, silencing her mid-sentence. His voice dipped into smooth confidence.
"Let me ask you something. Do you want a man who does all that and has a micropenis..or one who does all that and breaks your walls down every night?"
Mauvia blinked. The thought painted a faint blush across her sharp cheeks. A man who could actually satisfy her..a dream she'd given up centuries ago.
"Definitely the latter." she admitted with a nod.
A grin split Idris' face. "Then I recommend you break up with him, and attend my new upcoming course. I guarantee your wishes will be granted."
Her golden eyes narrowed in amusement. "Oh? Is that right, Doctor—"
"Call me Idris." His voice lowered a register, calm but commanding.
"Idris…" she purred, leaning in so close their breaths mingled. "How about you give me a sample of what it's like?"
DING. DING. DING.
The therapy clock rang like the cruelest kind of divine interruption.
Idris sighed. "How inconvenient our session just ended."
Mauvia smirked, standing with feline grace. "Hmph. It's fine. I'll definitely join your course. I want to see if your mouth speaks the same tone as your..performance. If not—this would've been a complete waste of time. And I hate wasting time."
She turned, hips swaying hypnotically.
Idris rose too, unable to help the small, amused grin that crept up his lips.
Mauvia's eyes flicked down, and froze. Something sizable strained against the fabric of his pants.
"Eyes up here, Mauvia." Idris teased, circling behind her before wrapping an arm around her waist. His voice brushed her ear like velvet. "And for your concerns…" His hand gripped her ass firmly. "There's a reason I'm the Doctor."
A soft moan escaped her throat, quiet but sharp. "Mmm, right..I'll see you soon then, Idris."
He watched her leave with a lazy grin, muttering, "Damn, her ass was too fine…"
Business was booming—and this was only month one. Turns out, even gods had bedroom problems. His therapy and massage programs were taking off faster than expected.
Next client on the list?
He glanced at the chart.
Aviar. Former God of Birds.
Most of his clients were divine women, but Idris wasn't picky. Fallen gods, men, beasts—everyone needed fixing after The Fall.
A knock sounded.
"Yeah, come i—"
The door slammed open.
"Doc! You won't believe what happened to me!"
A tall man stumbled in, white hair glowing faintly under the ceiling lights. His sea-blue eyes darted around in panic. He wore a blue kimono and simple black shoes.
"Whoa, relax, Aviar," Idris said, hands up. "Sit. Breathe. Start from the top."
Aviar took a deep breath. "Alright..so after my date with that woman I've liked forever, I bring her back to my place. Everything was perfect. Candles, roses, the works! We get to the room, she's all over me—and then… it happened."
Idris folded his arms. "I'm guessing it didn't happen?"
"Exactly!" Aviar groaned. "She went down on me, Doc. And nothing! Not even a twitch!"
Idris leaned back, nodding knowingly. "Been there. Happened to me in college once. Turned out it was from me being a porn addict."
Aviar's eyes widened. "Wait..you too? What could be my cause?"
"Overstimulation. Could be that. Could be nerves. Could be drinking or blood flow. Tell me, Ave—anything unusual about your habits?"
Aviar scratched his head, sheepish. "Well… I'm actually a virgin."
Idris blinked. "Really?"
"Yeah. Is that..bad?"
"Of course not." Idris smiled. "But you've got to make sure the woman's worth it. Don't give your first time to someone temporary. Still…" He reached beneath his desk, retrieving something unseen. "I've got something that'll help your nerves. Free of charge."
"Free? Doc, that's amazing!"
"Of course. Here." Idris placed a white bottle with an angry bull logo on the desk. Something he called 'Brickmode Forever.'
"Just one drop, and you'll be harder than titer oil. Also full of natural herbs for health. Trust me."
Aviar stared at it like it was divine salvation. "Doc, how can I ever repay you—"
"Don't. Just go please your woman." Idris smirked.
Aviar uncorked the bottle, took a drop, and stood tall. A gust of wind blew through the office as his divine aura flared.
"I'm ready!"
Then—he vanished.
Idris chuckled to himself. "I feel sorry for that woman…"
A soft feminine voice echoed in his head, smooth as silk.
[Wow, you're actually very good at this, Idris.]
He leaned back in his chair, smiling faintly. "Comes with experience..and a little common sense."
[Mhm. I'll be watching, Doctor. Your next course looks quite..promising. Until then—here are your rewards for the day~]