parentshiftbook Chapter 503 No...don't come any closer!
Chapter 503 No...don't come any closer!
"Doctor~~~" the woman drawled, "I'm not feeling well~~~"
She closed the door and walked toward Toby.
Toby's gaze was fixed on her, like a fly stuck to honey.
"Sit down, sit down." He gestured to the chair in front of his desk. "Are you feeling unwell?"
The woman sat down and crossed her legs.
"Doctor," she whispered, "I keep feeling itchy, and... I feel something moving inside me."
Toby blinked.
Something is moving?
He instinctively thought in that direction, and some strange images flashed through his mind.
"Well, we need to check it out," he said, his voice carrying a hint of urgency he himself wasn't aware of. "You should lie down on the examination table."
The woman stood up and walked gracefully toward the examination bed.
Her back view was equally alluring; the velvet dress clung to her body, and every step she took exuded a languid, nonchalant sexiness.
Toby stood up from his chair and followed behind her.
His eyes were fixed on her back, and he even unconsciously swallowed.
The woman stopped and glanced back at him. "Um... do you really know about this? I'm not doubting you, it's just..."
He has watched the videos, many videos.
He had watched many inspection videos, not for professional purposes, but at least he was familiar with the procedures.
He felt he could handle it perfectly well.
"Don't worry." Toby flashed what he thought was a very professional smile, but on his rugged, bearded face, it looked more like a greasy, wicked grin. "I'm a professional."
The woman slowly and gracefully lay down on the examination bed.
She lifted her legs and placed her feet on the two raised metal legs.
The velvet skirt slid down her thighs.
That look, paired with that skirt, those long legs encased in black stockings, and that exquisite face…
Toby felt his heart was beating at least 120 beats per minute.
He walked to the foot of the examination bed; from this vantage point, he could see so much.
His gaze unconsciously drifted downwards for a moment.
Then... his smile froze.
In the shadow of that velvet skirt... something is moving.
Something is slowly, wriggling, trying to crawl out.
Toby's eyes widened, his mouth slightly open, but he hadn't uttered a word yet—
A head popped out.
It's not the baby's head.
It's a snake.
Dark green scales, a triangular head, and two amber-colored vertical pupils staring at Toby.
The slender tongue was protruding from its mouth, trembling rapidly in the air and emitting a faint hissing sound.
Toby's brain completely shut down at that moment.
His mouth was agape, his eyes were wide like saucers, and his body seemed to be nailed to the spot.
The woman's posture remained that languid, nonchalant sexiness, but her expression had changed.
It's no longer shyness or flirtation, it's laughter.
A laugh that rises from the bottom of one's heart, tinged with malice and made no attempt to hide it.
"What's wrong, doctor?" She tilted her head, the snake swaying gently with her movement. "Didn't you say you were going to examine me?"
Toby suddenly stepped back.
His heel kicked over the metal trash can behind him, causing him to lose his balance and fall to the ground with a thud.
The obese body slammed onto the ground with a dull thud, shaking even the floor of the examination room.
He braced himself with his hands behind him, scraping his buttocks against the ground as he desperately tried to pull himself back until his back slammed against the wall.
"You, you, you—" His voice trembled, his lips quivering as he couldn't utter a complete sentence.
[Rule 5: The most important one—you are playing the role of a doctor, not a patient. Don't show fear in front of patients; they can smell it.]
Now, every inch of his fat was trembling, and fear was seeping out of every pore like sweat, impossible to hide.
The woman sat up from the examination bed.
She sat up slowly and gracefully, like a cat stretching its body.
The snake slid off her leg from under her skirt, landed on the ground, and then quickly "swam" toward Toby.
The dark green scales rubbed against the floor, making a soft "rustling" sound.
"Didn't you say you were a professional?" The woman stood up, her bare feet touching the floor.
Her toes were fair and long, with nails painted the same dark red as her lips.
"No...don't come any closer..." Toby's voice was barely a whisper, as if squeezed from his throat.
The snake was already at his feet.
It wrapped around his ankle, the cool, slippery scales clinging to his skin and slowly tightening.
Toby screamed and frantically thrashed his legs, but the snake coiled even tighter—around his ankles, calves, and knees, like a rope that tightened more and more.
He was wrapped up.
The snake climbed up his body, coiling around his legs, waist, chest, arms, and neck, leaving only his face exposed.
The face was contorted with fear, tears and snot streaming down its face, and its mouth was agape, emitting a silent howl.
The woman walked up to him.
She squatted down.
"You think I didn't see it?" She laughed, a gentle yet cruel smile curving her lips. "I've been looking at my chest ever since I walked in."
She laughed out loud.
"You're not a doctor at all." Her gaze fell on his eyes. "You're just a lecherous, greasy, fat bastard who thinks he can get away with anything."
Toby's lips trembled. He wanted to say "I'm sorry," "I was wrong," and "Please let me go."
But his tongue seemed frozen, and he could only make muffled "ho, ho" sounds.
The woman opened her mouth.
Her mouth opened wider and wider, until the corners of her mouth stretched all the way to her ears, and her jaw drooped down as if dislocated. Her entire oral cavity resembled the esophagus of a giant snake, dark and bottomless.
The snake began to tighten.
Toby felt every joint in his body making a "crackling" sound, as if his bones were being squeezed, twisted, and broken.
He was dragged toward that mouth.
His head went in first, then his shoulders, then his body.
The whole process was surprisingly quiet; there were no screams or struggles.
The snake was coiled so tightly that he couldn't even move a finger; his chest was constricted, and he couldn't even squeeze out a breath.
The woman closed her mouth, her cheeks quickly returning to their normal shape, and then let out a soft burp.
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Studio:
"Holy crap, Toby, rest in peace... that was a fucking horrible death!"
"Let you see! Let you be envious! Now look what you've done, it's become her defense, isn't it?"
"To be honest, I wouldn't have escaped either. Anyone who sees a snake crawl out from below would die on the spot!"
"So the conclusion is: don't do the examination, just observe, listen, ask, and feel the pulse; the wisdom of our ancestors!"
"Hilarious! You think you had a choice? She came straight for you!"
Toby: I'm a professional. / Female Ghost: Hmm, a professional prey!
"Toby died from lust, while Feng lived by self-control. The difference is obvious, brothers."