[SVDVD-317] Embarrassing First-Year Physical Exam 2: Autumn Puberty Checkup

The school gymnasium reeks of antiseptic and adolescent fear. I watch as the four of them—Ikeda, Yoshimi, Mashiro, Fujimiya—shuffle in their regulation sailor uniforms, clutching the paper gowns they’ve been ordered to wear. The nurse’s voice is clinical, but her eyes are hungry. ‘Strip from the waist down. Bend over the table. We need to check your secondary sexual characteristics.’ The girls hesitate, but the male assistants step forward, hands firm on their shoulders. I see Yoshimi’s knuckles go white as she’s guided to the vinyl-covered bench. The mosaic that usually hides their most intimate parts is reduced to a faint shimmer—just enough to tease, not enough to conceal. I can almost taste their shame as the cold speculum slides in, the wet click of latex gloves, the involuntary gasp as their virgin bodies are invaded. Fujimiya’s legs tremble, and I know she’s close to coming undone.

The examination continues. One by one, they’re laid out on the tables, legs spread, feet in stirrups. The assistants don’t bother with gentleness. They prod, measure, comment on the ‘development’ of their labia, the ‘maturity’ of their clitorises. Mashiro’s face is buried in her hands, but I can see the flush spreading down her neck. Ikeda, the boldest, tries to protest, but a sharp slap to her inner thigh silences her. The nurse laughs, a brittle sound. ‘This is for your own good. How else will we know if you’re ready for reproduction?’ The girls’ moans are stifled, but the squelch of their arousal betrays them. The assistants exchange knowing glances. They’ve seen this before—the body betraying the mind.

By the end, they’re all crying, but their cunts are soaked. The final humiliation: a group photo, still bent over, still exposed, the reduced mosaic doing nothing to hide the glistening evidence of their shame. The nurse pats each one on the head like a good pet. ‘You’ve passed. Now go clean yourselves up.’ But we all know the real examination is just beginning. I watch them shuffle out, thighs sticky, minds broken, and I can’t wait for the next session.