The Fragrance of My Hot Patients

The photos weren’t the only explicit part; the chat logs were also incredibly direct and raunchy.

After Angie, posing as the boyfriend, sent a photo of a muscular chest, Anna replied with a suggestive emoji, followed by, "Babe, your pecs are so defined. I really want to squeeze them."

Angie immediately replied below: If you squeeze mine, then I have to squeeze yours too!

Anna: Babe, you can do more than just squeeze. You can eat them, too. But... then you have to let me eat your cock.

Angie: ?? You sure?

Anna: Of course. Today, when my sister wasn’t looking, I snuck a peek at a porn flick. The actress looked so blissful eating it, I want to try and see what it actually tastes like.

Angie: Okay, but don’t get scared and cry when the time comes.

Anna: Then babe, send me a picture of your cock first, so I can mentally prepare myself.

Reading this, Chenyang scrolled down. Based on the timestamps, Angie must have gone online, found a photo, and sent it to her.

Anna quickly replied: Babe, why does yours look kinda small?

Angie: You have a problem with it?

Anna: No, no! It just seems a little smaller than the ones in the movies.

Angie: The ones in movies are fake. It’s just the photo. I promise it’ll blow your mind when you see it in person.

Anna: I won’t be scared. I heard... putting it inside my "little sister" feels really good. Babe... let’s find a time to meet up. I want to know what it feels like to be a woman.

The chat log was filled with content of this nature.

Nearly every day they chatted, the conversations were more or less the same.

And as time went on, the messages became more and more daring.

As Chenyang scrolled further, the dialogue had devolved into things like, Anna: Babe, I’m so itchy down there. I want you to fuck me so bad. Babe, let’s meet. I really, really want it.

Angie: Just wait a little longer. I have some things to take care of. I promise I’ll come find you when I’m done. Seeing that picture of your gorgeous chest you sent is making me incredibly pent-up too.

Anna: Babe, do you jerk off looking at my tits?

Angie: Of course I have. I want to fuck you so bad.

Anna: Yesterday, I saw my sister take a curved cucumber into her room. A little while later, I heard her moaning. It was really short, though, and she didn’t look happy when she came out. It seems like she wasn’t satisfied.

Angie: Uh... you were eavesdropping on your sister?

Anna: So what? We’re twins. She was only born five minutes before me. Besides, the other day when I was playing with myself, she barged in and helped me.

Angie: ...

Anna: Don’t be surprised. My sister really wants a man too, she just doesn’t dare look for one because she’s stuck with me holding her back. Her sex drive is huge. The other day, I saw her in a nurse uniform, legs spread on the bed, getting off to a video on her laptop. After she left for work, I snuck into her room and found over a hundred of those videos on her computer.

"Ahem!"

Just as Chenyang was getting absorbed in the text, a cough laden with embarrassment sounded from beside him.

Chenyang followed the sound with his eyes. Angie’s face was flushed, her gaze was averted, and her expression was filled with a sense of shame so deep she looked like she wanted the ground to swallow her whole.

He cracked a grin. "You and your sister... are quite a pair."

Angie explained, her face red, "Nana’s personality has always been the opposite of mine. Her thought process is erratic, and she’s very brazen with her words. Although she was traumatized by something in this area before, she’s never rejected topics about sex. In fact, she’s always very interested and curious whenever it’s brought up.

The reason the chats are so risqué is that I’m trying to cater to her, to make her as happy as possible..."

"I understand." Chenyang put his phone down and looked over at the sofa.

Anna wasn’t causing a scene like before, but her expression remained dazed, and her eyes were unfocused.

After a moment of consideration, he said, "First, I’ll figure out a way to snap her out of this. Then, while providing psychological counseling, I’ll also begin treating her neurological disorder. As long as she believes I’m the fake boyfriend you invented, this two-pronged approach should help her return to normal fairly quickly."

"You’re an almost perfect match for the fake boyfriend I described to her, so she should believe you."

"Let’s hope so." Chenyang had plenty of experience treating illnesses, but his experience with deceiving people and playing the part of a fake boyfriend was virtually zero. He didn’t feel very confident about it.

Angie, however, felt it wouldn’t be a big problem. Pinning all her hopes on Chenyang, she was filled with excitement and anticipation.

But her excitement lasted barely two seconds before a practical problem she had to face suddenly surfaced in her mind.

That question was like a bucket of ice water, instantly extinguishing her excitement. Her smile froze, and she asked with deep trepidation, "My sister’s illness is so complex, and the treatment will be difficult. The fees... they must be very high, right?"

Chenyang nodded. "It will certainly be higher than for a common illness."

"So... how much will it cost, approximately?"

Seeing Angie’s troubled expression, Chenyang guessed she probably didn’t have much in savings after all these years of caring for her sister. He thought for a moment before asking, "How much do you have?"

"I... I only have a little over a thousand right now..." Angie pursed her lips, too embarrassed to look Chenyang in the eye.

In this day and age, a little over a thousand yuan wouldn’t even be enough for the most basic minor surgery, let alone a cure for Anna’s strange condition.

Seeing this, Chenyang said casually, "That number is a bit on the low side, but it’s fine. My requirements aren’t that high. If it’s more convenient, you can compensate me with something else."

’Something else?’

Angie frowned, looking even more distressed.

’The place we live in is rented. Most of my sister’s clothes and mine were bought years ago.’

’The most valuable thing in the house is that second-hand laptop.’

’But how could I possibly offer any of that as compensation?’

’Not enough money, and nothing of value...’

As Angie racked her brain, she concluded that the only thing she had left that was of any value—the only thing she could use to compensate Chenyang—was her own body.