Zach had already removed her panties and gently parted her legs. After putting some ointment on his fingers, he carefully applied it between her thighs.

Madelyn had her face buried in the blanket, wincing from the pain.

Zach turned her over, spreading her legs again. It felt awkward, but Madelyn couldn't resist; she was too weak. She let him do what he wanted to.

"Are you finished yet? I'm running out of time," Madelyn muttered, nervously biting her lip and avoiding eye contact.

Zach, squatting at the edge of the bed, examined the view of her fully exposed sensitive spot, seemingly enjoying the moment. He asked, "Does it still hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt anymore... Are you... finished?" Madelyn replied, her voice trembling slightly.

"If you don't want it to hurt all day, wait for two minutes. Let the medicine do its job."

"It wouldn't have happened if you didn't touch me!"

Zach rose slowly, a hint of amusement in his eyes as he noticed her embarrassment. His desire began to simmer