Medical Examination Under the Hot Sun of Ascana
Copyright© 2026 by Asmodeus_de_Valle
Chapter 1
Young Adult Sex Story: Chapter 1 - High school graduates are rehearsing their play, but they are unexpectedly interrupted by a delegation of doctors who have arrived to conduct a medical examination.
Caution: This Young Adult Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Ma/Ma Reluctant Gay Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual Rough Orgy Anal Sex Analingus Cream Pie Double Penetration Fisting Oral Sex Pegging Sex Toys Doctor/Nurse Public Sex
Looking for a New Princess While I was re-reading my script, Yulia — my classmate — was pacing back and forth, talking emotionally on the phone. She was supposed to play the role of Morbora, the Third Princess of Ascana, and right now she was speaking with Khrystyna, who played her niece. Holding the phone with one hand, the girl gestured animatedly with the other, occasionally tossing her long, light-brown hair back with a sharp movement.
I found listening to her emotional conversation uncomfortable, so I buried my eyes in the printed text, trying to tune out Yulia’s words, but she was talking too loudly.
“What do you mean we can’t just pay a fine?! ... Are you kidding? We have a performance in four days! ... You’re setting us all up, do you realize that?! ... Pay that damn fine and drag your ass to this damn country! ... Fuck off, you piece of trash, don’t ever speak to me again, and stay out of my sight.”
The girl hung up and angrily stamped her foot on the floor. I finally looked up from the script and silently glanced at her.
“Unbelievable, how can anyone be like that?” the girl posed a rhetorical question.
“What happened?” I asked quietly.
“That idiot went to Italy with friends, got drunk, and smashed up some flowerbed. Now she has to spend 15 days in jail because she doesn’t want to pay the fine, of all things.”
“So, we need to rewrite the script a bit...”
“No, we need to find a new princess,” Yulia interrupted me.
“And where are we going to find one in four days?”
“Right here — sitting with the script in her hands,” the girl answered immediately.
“Y-you mean me?” I asked, bewildered.
“Who else?”
“But you kn-know that when I get nervous, I start stuttering.”
“So what’s the problem? Everyone will just think it’s part of the act.”
I imagined standing in front of the stage and immediately felt my legs start to tremble. I shook my head no.
“Stop making excuses, Tanya. Nobody else can play this role except you.”
“What kind of actress am I? You know I have stage fright.”
“You have to face your fears.”
The girl pushed relentlessly, and despite all my reluctance, I was almost ready to give in when the hall door slowly swung open. Yulia and I turned our heads — it was Sasha. He crossed the threshold, clutching his backpack in front of him with both hands like a shield, looking around as if assessing the danger level in the room. He was wearing his usual baggy pants and a loose, visibly oversized T-shirt.
“We don’t bite,” Yulia called out to him, “and there are no tripwires here. The war ended 80 years ago — you don’t have to worry about someone mining the floor.”
“Is anyone else here besides you?” the guy asked.
“Nope,” the girl replied, “and some people won’t be here at all,” she added angrily.
Yulia’s aggressive tone flustered the guy a bit. Mumbling barely audibly that he’d be right back, he was about to leave the hall, but the girl called after him.
“Hold on, get over here.”
Confused, the guy froze in place, a hint of fear and the question “What do you want?” written all over his face.
“Come here,” The girl repeated, “I’m not gonna hit you.”
After standing still for a couple more seconds, the guy slowly walked over to Yulia.
“Tanya,” the girl turned to me, “stand up.”
“What for?” I asked softly, rising from my chair.
“Stand next to him,” the blonde commanded.
I took a few hesitant steps forward and, stopping beside Sasha, turned back to the girl. The guy noticeably tensed up and held his backpack in front of him again. Yulia scanned the two of us with a keen eye.
“Is something wrong?” I mumbled.
“Listen,” the girl drew out thoughtfully, “are you two brother and sister by any chance? You’re like two drops of water, except for a 15-centimeter height difference. Hell, you even have the same chest.”