This is Kito, the doctor at the clinic. Another patient came to my clinic who needed a "special test." The person who came this time was a lovely-looking woman in her 20s with short black hair. Contrary to its modest appearance, the rich undulations that can be seen even through my clothes strongly stimulate my inquisitive mind. "For accurate diagnosis, please remove your clothes." What overflowed from her bra were exquisite marshmallow breasts that seemed to have forgotten how to resist the weight. The moment my fingertips touched her breasts, I felt them sink deeper into my breasts with a sucking force*. "..." Although she doesn't say it out loud, I can tell that her moist eyes are telling me something. When you gently touch her nipples with your fingertips, her body trembles and her gaze flickers even more. Apparently, her nipples are quite sensitive. As the examination progresses, the patient's expression becomes one of shame and confusion. When I play with her marshmallow breasts with both hands and roll her sensitive nipples with my fingers, she stares back at me with wet eyes, as if entrusting everything to me. This is a special medical record that sways with anxiety, shame, and a slight sense of pleasure.