Culture & Lifestyle

Part of the original article from Jitsuwa Knuckles (March).

Due to a serious medical error, Sanae (a pseudonym), an attractive 30-year-old female physician, wound up being banished from the big city and sent to head a small hospital in a rural district.

"Most people would probably envy me because I'm a doctor," she confesses morosely to Jitsuwa Knuckles (March). "But my life has become a living hell."

Sanae's troubles began when she met her husband, a medical school classmate. They married two years after their graduation, and thanks to her husband's family connections, the couple landed cushy positions at a major urban hospital owned by her father-in-law.

Groomed, through a series of elite schools, to become a physician, Sanae had few opportunities in life for any real fun, and the exhausting medical school regimen and internship took a further toll. Then tragedy struck.

"Through an erroneous procedure during treatment, I caused a patient, a close friend, to die," she murmurs.

Well, that's the official account anyway.

"Actually, it was my husband who made the mistake," she confides. "But since his father owned the hospital and was determined to protect the family's reputation, it was covered up and I had to shoulder the blame. So my husband remained at his job and I wound up getting transferred to this small hospital out in the sticks."

"I wanted to save people's lives, and threw myself into my work totally," she remarks. "I do receive a high salary here, but it's really just hush money to keep me quiet."

But after Risa, a lovely 24-year-old nurse, started work at the hospital, things began to change. Oh-la-la did they change!

"One day after work, I'd been drowning my sorrows in alcohol and Risa walked up and kissed me on the mouth," Sanae recalls. "The next thing I knew we were both wet with lust."

"That was when I realized that the clinic was a good place as any to get it on. And I figured that by giving my patients exemplary care, this would ameliorate my guilt for having let my friend die."

From this sense of deep remorse, Sanae's solution was to seek salvation by serving up sex.

"First, it began by learning not to lose my temper," she relates. "Being sexually harassed by male patients was a common occurrence -- I was used to that -- but by not responding when patients only harassed me verbally, I allowed things to escalate to the next stage, which was asking me for sex."

"Naturally I couldn't refuse them. Of course this bothered me in the beginning, but I gradually learned to tolerate it -- as the way to make up for my wrongdoing, of causing the death of my friend."

Certainly Sanae could not be faulted for her impeccable "bedside manners."

Soon, word got around that the lovely young doctor suffered from feverish lust, and the locals began exchanging sniggering whispers that her clinic was "a whorehouse that took health insurance."

For male patients admitted to the wards, Risa -- who provided perky pink oral pacifiers by never wearing a bra under her nurse's uniform -- and the Doc would make the rounds, working day and night "shifts" and getting patients off any time they requested it.

Jitsuwa Knuckles (March)

It finally came to the point that Dr. Sanae would make the late-evening rounds accompanied by Nurse Risa, and, when the opportunity arose, pounce playfully on male patients to perform therapeutic threesomes.

"When I pulled back the sheets, the scent their male body odors made me want to get down from my high horse as a doctor and beg them to do it," Sanae sighs to Jitsuwa Knuckles. "It was still better than going back to my dark, lonely room.

"I just wanted to feel the warmth of a body -- any body." (By Masuo Kamiyama, contributing writer.)