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Vivi's innocent voice broke through, her brow furrowed with curiosity.

"A suppo...what?" She asked, her tone bright but puzzled as she looked at Cassius. "What's a suppository? What's its purpose? How does it work?" Her hands fidgeted with an origami flower, her eyes wide with a childlike eagerness to understand.

Cassius's smile was gentle, his voice calm as he leaned forward.

"It's only natural you wouldn't know, Vivi." He said, his tone reassuring. "It's a recent method I introduced, not something you'd have heard of before."

"...And if you want to know more, just ask your mother—she's got all the details."

His eyes flicked to Diana, his fingers giving her hip a teasing squeeze that sent a shiver through her.

Vivi turned to her mother, her expression expectant, but her gaze faltered as she noticed Diana's flushed cheeks, her fingers twisting nervously in her lap, her usual composure replaced by a flustered unease.

"Mother?" Vivi prompted, her voice tinged with confusion. "Why are you blushing like that and what's a suppository? You look...embarrassed even thinking about it."

Diana's heart stopped, her face burning as she felt Vivi's eyes on her, the weight of her daughter's innocence pressing against her reluctance. She shot Cassius a quick, pleading glance, her voice a flustered whisper.

"Why should I be the one to explain this?" She asked, her tone edged with desperation. "You're the one who brought it up, Cassius—tell her yourself! I...I don't want to be the one saying all this."

Her hands fluttered, her embarrassment deepening as she imagined describing the intimate procedure to her daughter.

But Cassius's expression turned playfully stern, his voice low but sharp, his eyes locking onto hers.

"Diana, just a moment ago, you were talking about your pride as a doctor, insisting on tasting the medicine yourself, speaking of your responsibilities...And now you're hesitating?" He leaned closer with an inquisitive gaze. "It's your duty as a doctor to inform your patients about their treatments, to explain the protocols and procedures. So, why shy away now?"

His words struck like a hammer, her pride stinging as she realized he was right. She'd championed her role as a doctor, her commitment to science and healing, yet here she was, faltering because of personal embarrassment.

Her lips parted, but no retort came, her cheeks flaming as she grappled with her reluctance.

"Cassius, please." She whispered, her eyes pleading, her voice soft with a vulnerable edge. "Isn't there another method? Something else we can try? I just...I don't want to use this for Vivi. There has to be another way."

Cassius's gaze hardened, a sternness in his eyes that caught her off guard, his voice carrying a hint of surprise.

"Why are you so embarrassed, Diana? You're a doctor—you've seen things most people couldn't stomach, performed procedures that would make others flinch...And yet, you're hesitating now, just because it's your daughter?" His tone softened, but his words cut deep, laced with a quiet disappointment. "I'm a little surprised, to be honest. I thought you'd act in a more orderly manner and not like how hesitant you are now."

Shame flooded her, her head bowing as she felt the weight of her personal feelings spilling into her professional duty. Her cheeks burned, her heart heavy with the realization that her hesitation was unprofessional, driven by protectiveness and the intimate nature of the procedure. She was letting her emotions cloud her judgment, a lapse that felt mortifying in front of Cassius, whose knowledge she revered.

His frown deepened, his voice probing. "Or is it something else? Do you not trust the method I've given you? Are you thinking I'm trying to take advantage of you and Vivi, that this is some scheme?" His eyes searched hers, a flicker of hurt in their depths.

Panic surged, Diana's hands waving frantically as she rushed to correct him.

"No, no, not at all!" She exclaimed, her voice a breathless whisper, her eyes wide with sincerity. "I trust you, Cassius—I do! I've read the chapter on suppositories in the records you gave me. It was...fascinating, if a bit bizarre.

"I even cross-referenced it with other research, and I know it's a valid method, even superior in some cases for delivering medicine directly. I'm not doubting you or the science!"

Her voice softened, her gaze meeting his, raw and earnest.

"Even if I hadn't checked, I'd still trust you. You've never lied about something like this your knowledge, your skills, they're beyond mine. I believe in you, more than I believe in myself sometimes."

Her confession hung in the air, her sincerity piercing the tension, and Cassius's stern expression softened, a flicker of guilt crossing his face, though he masked it quickly. He knew he'd been playing games, and her trust made him pause, a rare moment of self-awareness in his playful manipulations.

But he kept his composure, his hand resuming its gentle pressure on her waist, grounding her.

Diana's lips then curved into a wry smile, her voice tinged with self-reproach. "I know I shouldn't be hesitating like this." She said, her tone quiet but resolute. "As a doctor, I should be objective, but this is the first time I'm Implementing a suppository protocol, and...it's for my own daughter."

"...It feels different, personal. That's why I'm struggling."

Her eyes dropped, her fingers twisting in her lap, her embarrassment raw and unguarded.

Seeing her struggle, Cassius's hand moved to her back, rubbing pulling her closer until her plush curves pressed deeper into his lap.

"Think of it this way, Diana." He said, his voice gentle but firm, his eyes holding hers with quiet conviction. "Would you rather Vivi go through a risky surgery, where one mistake could cost her dearly?"

"Or would you have her take this medicine through a different route, a method with a far higher chance of saving her, even if it's a bit...unconventional?"

His words were a revelation, cutting through her hesitation. Her eyes widened, clarity washing over her as she realized how foolish her reluctance had been.

The suppository, though embarrassing, was a proven, effective method, far safer than invasive alternatives. Her personal discomfort paled in comparison to Vivi's health, and her hesitation was a lapse in the professionalism she prided herself on.

"You're right." She murmured, her voice soft but resolute, her cheeks still flushed but her resolve firming. "I've been silly, letting my feelings get in the way. This is about Vivi's health, not my comfort."

"...We'll use the suppository—it's the best option."

But Vivi's patience snapped, her frustration bubbling over like a pot left too long on the flame.

"Mother, Young Master Cassius!" She huffed, her voice sharp with exasperation, her hands fisting the blanket as she leaned forward in her bed. "You're talking over me again! What's all this whispering? I'm right here, and I'm so confused!"

"Tell me what's going on—what's this 'suppository' thing, and why is Mother acting like it's some big secret? Is it dangerous? She looks so worried, it's freaking me out!" Her cheeks flushed, her eyes darting between them, a spark of irritation glinting in her gaze, tempered by the vulnerability of her confusion.

Cassius's lips curved into a gentle, teasing smile, as he tilted his head, his crimson eyes flicking to Diana.

"Well, Diana? Are you going to enlighten her, or shall I? I don't mind taking the lead if it's too much for you."

Diana shook her head, her blush deepening but her resolve hardening like steel under fire.

"No, it's my duty." She said, her voice firm despite the flush creeping down her neck. "I'll explain, Vivi. It's my responsibility as your mother and your doctor."

She turned to her daughter, her gaze sincere, professional, though her fingers fidgeted in her lap.

"It's not dangerous at all, darling—don't worry. The procedure is simple, safe, and it won't hurt, not even a little."

Vivi's tense shoulders relaxed, her eyes brightening with relief, a radiant smile breaking through her earlier frustration.

"Oh, thank goodness!" She exclaimed, her voice bubbling with joy as she clapped her hands. "I was so scared you were going to say they'd have to cut into my lungs or do some weird surgery! I'm so glad it's not like that."

Her curiosity surged, her head tilting as she leaned closer, her voice eager.

"So, what is it? What's a suppository? How does it work? Tell me everything!"

Diana's heart pounded, her cheeks burning as she braced herself, every ounce of her willpower focused on maintaining her composure. She met Vivi's expectant gaze, her voice steady but laced with a tremor of embarrassment.

"A suppository is...a way to deliver medicine when swallowing isn't an option." She began, her words careful, measured, as if stepping through a minefield. "If a pill would lose its strength in your stomach or intestines, or if you can't handle the taste, like with this medicine, it's inserted...rectally or vaginally. There, it's absorbed directly into your body."

Her voice wavered, the intimate nature of the explanation searing her with shame, her pussy clenching at the scandalous image, her body betraying her with a dark, exhilarating thrill as she spoke such private truths to her daughter.

And in response, Vivi's bright expression shattered, her eyes widening in stunned disbelief, her lips parting as if the air had been stolen from her lungs.

"Rectally...vaginally?" She echoed, her voice a hesitant whisper, her face flushing a vivid scarlet that matched her mother's. "You mean...the medicine goes inside me? Like...up my..."

She faltered, her hands clutching the blanket, her shock raw and unguarded as the implications sank in, her mind grappling with the idea of a pill being inserted into her anus or vagina.

Diana nodded, her own blush mirroring Vivi's, her voice soft but resolute. "Yes, Vivi. That's exactly what it means. It's a standard medical procedure, nothing to be ashamed of, and it's very effective."

Her heart ached at her daughter's discomfort, but her professional duty anchored her.

Vivi shook her head, as if trying to shake off the daze, her voice trembling with disbelief.

"I-Is this for real? You're not joking, Mother?" Her eyes searched Diana's face, pleading for reassurance, her embarrassment warring with her trust. "You wouldn't make this up, would you?"

Diana's lips curved into a wry, reassuring smile, her voice gentle but unwavering. "Vivi, you know I'd never joke about your health. I'm your mother, and I'm a doctor—this is serious, and it's the best way to help you." Her gaze held her daughter's, grounding her, though her cheeks burned, the scandalous weight of the conversation pressing against her composure.

Vivi's tension eased, her trust in her mother a lifeline, but her gaze shifted to Cassius, a nervous frustration flickering in her eyes. "Did you invent this method?" She asked, her tone sharp with suspicion, her blush deepening as she studied him. "I didn't think you'd come up with something so...weird. It feels kind of...perverted!"

But before Cassius could say anything back, Diana surged forward to his protection, her voice firm as she leapt to his defense.

"Vivi, that's not fair! Cassius didn't create this to be strange or inappropriate...It's a legitimate medical procedure, proven to work, so it's genuine science and not some twisted idea." Her cheeks flamed, her defense of Cassius fervent.

Seeing Diana defend him, Cassius's eyes sparkled with quiet delight, his voice a soft whisper against Diana's ear, his lips brushing her neck in a swift, teasing kiss that sent a jolt through her, hidden from Vivi by her frame.

"Thank you for defending my honor, my lady."

He murmured, his breath hot against her skin, the words laced with a playfulness that made her face burn and she fought to ignore the heat pooling down underneath, her focus clinging to the conversation.