"Sir, do I need to take off my pants just to go through the bone-setting therapy?"

With flushed cheeks, I lie on the massaging bed. Henry Irwin, a therapist with an eight-pack, is tugging down my yoga pants as we speak.

"If you want to have the best effects, you can't wear pants at all."

Henry grips the hem of my pants before tugging them downward slightly.

I quickly grab his hand. "I don't think that's a good idea!"

The truth is, I'm already flooding down there. I'm worried that he might see how wet I am when he takes off my pants.

My name was Lindsay Larson, and I had this addiction since I was a kid. Whenever the urge kicked in, I would feel unbearably uncomfortable all over.

Ever since I started college, it became harder to endure. Every day, I found myself wanting to hook up with different guys.

As time went by, my condition only worsened. It began to seriously affect my daily life.

One day, my best friend, Gabby Kemp, brought her boyfriend over to my place. As soon as I saw his flawless face, I immediately lost control. I could only press my legs tightly together to suppress the unbearable sensation.

Sensing my distress, Gabby came up with a solution. "I heard there's a way to treat your condition in Bisea. They use bone-setting therapy that can help reduce your urges."

I took Gabby's suggestion and hopped on a plane to Bisea.

The streets were packed with hot guys. As I walked, my body trembled uncontrollably. A tingling sensation coursed through me, reaching deep into my core.

Tension built in my lower abdomen until it felt like it might burst. I was desperate for release. But since I was in a foreign country, I could only force myself to remain calm.

I searched for the address and eventually found the bone-setting clinic. I was curious about whether this place could really cure my condition.

I hurried inside and was greeted politely by the receptionist. "Hello. Do you have an appointment?"

I handed over the appointment details Gabby had set up for me.

After checking the details, the receptionist said, "It's all in order. Please go to Room 204 on the second floor. A therapist will be with you shortly."

The urge kept pulsing through me, and I felt like I was about to explode. After getting the number, I hurried to the room.

I opened the door and saw a clean room with a massage table in the center. An odd fragrance hung in the air.

The tension in my lower abdomen grew more intense. I quickly sat on the bed and slipped my hand into my pants.

"Ah!" I let out a sigh of relief as the pressure in my body finally eased. I no longer felt as tense.

I had been on the plane all day, and my body was desperate for release. Under my fingers, I was finally able to find some relief.

Before long, I was lost in the sensation, letting out soft, enticing moans.

At that very moment, the door opened, and I was sitting facing it. A therapist entered the room, staring at me blankly. Then a faint smile tugged at the corner of his lips.

I quickly pulled my hand out in embarrassment and found my fingers wet. I wished I could disappear into the ground. It was my own fault for not holding back, and I didn't even think to cover myself.

The therapist was wearing a uniform. I noticed that he had a perfect figure—broad shoulders and a narrow waist.

My heart raced as I took him in, and the sensation coursed through me again.

The therapist lit a candle in the room. I immediately began to relax under the alluring scent.

"Hello. Please take off your shoes and lie on the bed."

I did as I was told and lay comfortably on the bed. My inner thighs grew warm, but I could only clamp my legs tightly together.

The therapist took out a bottle of essential oil from his bag, poured some into his palm, and began rubbing his hands together.

He suddenly lifted my clothes, exposing my flat stomach. He clicked his tongue in admiration. "What a perfect body."

The therapist placed his hands on my lower abdomen and began massaging it gently.

Under the therapist's hands, a warm sensation spread through my lower abdomen. The urge within me grew more intense.

The sensation surged through me in waves. I could only shift my legs a little and rub them together to ease it.

His hands traced slowly down my waist, sending a strong tingling sensation through me. My body instantly became hypersensitive.

"Ah… That feels good… Hahaha! No… No more…" I squirmed uncontrollably. I never expected it to feel so good.

The therapist continued massaging my lower abdomen without easing the pressure. I could feel my body growing hotter, as if I were trapped in a sauna.

As he massaged my waist, he suddenly gripped the waistband of my yoga pants and yanked them down.

Taken aback, I quickly reached out and grabbed his hands.

"Do I have to take off my pants for bone-setting therapy?" I looked at him anxiously.

He explained patiently, "I'll need to massage your core. It works better if you take off your pants."

I looked at the therapist anxiously. I was already dripping wet. If he saw that, I would die of embarrassment.

"Relax." He moved my hand away and gently slid my yoga pants down.

My heart was racing. I felt completely exposed as he removed my pants, exposing my flawless legs. The spot between my legs was faintly visible beneath the white underwear.

He kept his eyes on me, his throat bobbing as he swallowed. I could clearly make out the bulge in his pants.

I looked down and realized that I was soaking wet. The dampness on my underwear was visible.

The therapist never took his gaze off me. I suddenly grew embarrassed and quickly covered my sex.

"No. You can't look there."

The therapist shot me a faint smile. With one hand on my right leg, he gently lifted it.

"Are you ready? I'll begin your therapy."

My legs were still tightly pressed together. As he pushed my legs apart, I felt even more exposed than ever. A sudden heat surged through me.

The therapist used his body to pin my leg down, guiding it down slowly. I lay on the bed, with one leg spread apart.

That position was clearly…

The therapist lowered himself toward me, his muscular body almost touching mine. I could clearly feel the warmth of his breath.

An intense sensation spread through my body, reaching deep into my core.

Most importantly, he was actually aroused by me. As he pinned my leg down, he brushed against my core.

The subtle touch made me stiffen, sending a jolt of sensation through me. Blushing, I gritted my teeth to keep myself from moaning.

He pushed my leg down slightly before lifting it. Then he did the same with the other leg.

After he worked on both sides, I felt like I was on cloud nine. I was growing wetter than ever.

I had clearly signed up for a treatment, so why was I getting more aroused?

No way. If he kept this up, I might climax on the spot.

Seeing my flushed cheeks and how warm I was getting, he asked, "Is it getting more intense?"

I met his gaze and nodded vigorously. "Yes. I can't take it anymore. I really want to get off."

Smiling faintly, he placed his hand on my sex. "Relax. It's normal to feel that way. You need to let it all go. That way, you can cure your condition."

With that, he pressed his palm down on my core repeatedly, rubbing it from time to time.

At that moment, a rush of intense warmth swept through me. I felt like my nerves were on fire as I trembled under his touch.

The tingling sensation had reached my very core.

The therapist was really good at his job. He applied just the right amount of pressure at the right angle, pressing his hand at my most sensitive spot.

"Oh!" I could no longer hold myself back, and soft, alluring moans escaped my mouth. My body began shaking uncontrollably. The heat between my legs continued to build.

"Why… Why does… Why does this feel so good? I really… I really can't take it anymore."

I was in so much pleasure that tears threatened to spill from my eyes. All my life, I had never felt anything like that before.

The therapist continued to apply pressure with his palm. As he lifted one of my legs onto his shoulder, he began playing with my sweet spot.

The pleasure was too much for me. My stomach kept heaving slightly.

The therapist kept comforting me. "Yes. That's right. Release everything, and you'll be back to normal."

I was so close to exploding that I felt my self-control slipping away.

"Sir, when will this be over? I really can't take it any longer."

"Hang in there. It'll be over soon." He repositioned me so I was lying on my side. He lifted one of my legs up high and bent it, holding it against him.

With his other hand, he kept massaging my plump bottom, rubbing and squeezing it repeatedly. This man was clearly being inappropriate.

What kind of bone-setting therapy was this?

Still, the massage made me feel like I was on cloud nine. A rich warmth seemed to flow through my body. Under his strong hands, I felt like I could come apart any moment.

I was getting more soaked with every second. A pleasant shiver ran down my spine.

Seeing that I was on the edge, he had me get down on all fours on the bed, my bottom raised high in the air.

My rear was right in his face. This position was deeply humiliating.

With his hands on my bottom, he brushed his face along my skin. "This is a special treatment. I can use my breath to draw out the negative energy from your body."

The therapist buried his head in my butt, greedily taking in the scent of my body. From time to time, he would compliment me, saying, "You smell amazing. You don't stink at all."

This level of intimacy made the tingling sensation almost unbearable. I was completely soaked.

The therapist sensed something was off. He hooked his fingers into the waistband of my underwear and gently pulled it down.

In a split second, my round, firm cheeks were on full display before him. Even my slick folds were completely exposed to him.

"The therapy is working very well. Almost all of the toxins have been flushed out."

With that, he buried his head in my rear and licked me. He ran his tongue along my slit, and I almost reached my peak. I thought I might even explode from that pleasure.

I bet no one used their tongue during bone-setting therapy. His mouth was even on…

"Oh… What are you doing? That feels… That feels so good." My legs went weak, trembling from the tingling sensation.

Even my bottom was jiggling. My soft skin was slick with wetness.

The therapist suddenly grabbed my waist, and I felt something hard press against my bottom. That touch was unmistakable. He actually took off his pants!

His arousal was burning hot—hard and thick. He felt so powerful as he pressed against my butt. He kept rubbing himself against me, as if he was inviting me to ride him.

I lay face down on the bed, my hands clenched into fists. Beads of sweat formed on my temples. The pleasure was building inside me.

"Please… I'm begging you. Help me recover. I can't take this anymore."

Hearing my alluring voice, he lifted my cheeks, exposing them completely. "We're reaching the last step of the treatment. Once this is over, your condition will be cured."

With that, he lifted his hips and thrust into me.