"Be a good girl and raise your hips now. The supportive treatment isn't working anymore. I need to personally help you with it."

I'm a campus belle with a carnal addiction. After practically draining my boyfriend dry with my urges, he's worried that I might cheat on him when my addiction flares up, so he tells me to get my condition treated at the campus infirmary.

But little do I know that the doctor's method of treating is very unique. He even takes off his pants and nudges his hardened member against me…

"Babe, it's so itchy… Hurry up and help me…"

I felt another wave of heat surge through my body. The craving—the addiction—became unbearable when I touched Elijah Hawkes, my boyfriend from the varsity basketball team.

Very quickly, my panties were completely soaked.

The itching sensation drove me crazy. I could only look at Elijah with pleading eyes, begging him to go another round with me.

"You little slut, all you ever think about is this stuff."

Elijah shoved me hard and let out a heavy, panting breath.

"We've already done it twice. I can't go again. How about this? I'll use a toy to help you."

Toys didn't feel good, and they didn't really relieve the itch either. My target was still Elijah. Ignoring everything, I pressed myself against him.

The black skirt I was wearing was very short, and the fabric was thin. As I pressed myself against him, I kept twisting my body and grinding on him. I was trying to provoke a reaction.

However, from his expression, he didn't look like he was enjoying it. Instead, he looked a little strange.

"Babe, hang on. I've got a surprise for you. Quick, close your eyes."

After whispering in my ear, Elijah spun me around and gave my perky butt a firm squeeze.

While I waited in anticipation, he pushed open the bathroom stall door and left.

Elijah and I were currently in the basketball team's locker room.

He'd been playing earlier, and as I watched him in his team uniform, with sweat flying everywhere, my addiction flared up. After he finished his game, I couldn't wait anymore and dragged him straight into the bathroom, where we went at it.

One round wasn't enough, so I asked for another. I wanted to go again, but Elijah was running out of steam.

My addiction had been flaring up a lot these past few days, and he had likely already been drained. Even so, he still tried to keep up with me, which made me feel warm inside.

While these thoughts were running through my head, the door behind me suddenly opened with a loud bang.

Was Elijah ready with his surprise already? I wondered what it was. Would it make me feel so good that my toes would curl with pleasure?

Just as I was fantasizing, a large, warm hand landed on my back, groping and kneading my butt. Soon, a scorching-hot body pressed tightly against me, and I loved how hard he felt.

With my addiction in full force, the burning heat inside me could no longer be contained.

I kept twisting my hips, actively pushing back to meet that large hand.

The hand seemed impatient, too. It slid under my short black skirt and deftly grabbed my drenched panties.

"I never expected Phoebe Whelan, the campus belle, to be such a slut. Are your panties already this soaked? No wonder your boyfriend, Elijah, told me to take good care of you."

The man behind me wasn't Elijah!

As he continued to talk dirty, his hand, which was already under my skirt, yanked hard. I suddenly felt a draft below, and I whipped my head around in shock.

"You're… you're not Elijah? Marty Messer?"

I was utterly shocked to find that it was Marty behind me. His face was pressed right against mine just as I turned around.

"Stop pretending. Isn't this what you want? Didn't you want to scratch that itch? Your boyfriend can't do it, so I'll help you."

His other arm wrapped around my waist and held me in place, forcing me to arch my back toward him as he pulled my drenched panties halfway down.

My whole body felt hot all over, but the shock snapped me back to my senses, restoring a measure of rationality.

Marty was Elijah's teammate on the basketball team. If I really did anything with him, how could I ever face Elijah again?

Fighting down the desperate urges surging through my body, I hurriedly used one hand to hit Marty while I used the other to pull my panties back up. Then, I bit down hard on his arm.

Marty yelped in pain and let go of me. Seizing the chance, I bolted out of the stall. Only when I was outside did I finally let out a sigh of relief.

I shot Marty a furious glare. My face was flushed crimson. "You're supposed to be my boyfriend's buddy, and yet you do this to me. I-I'm going to tell Elijah."

Marty didn't flinch at all. Instead, his expression was filled with disdain, and his eyes were hungrily fixed on me as he stalked toward me again.

I hurriedly ran out of the locker room. My mind involuntarily flashed back to Marty's strong, muscular frame. I definitely felt the shape of him just now, and he was… massive.

If I could just…

I quickly shook my head. No, what was I even thinking?

After calming down, I started to feel puzzled. Why had Marty run in like that?

Then, it hit me—Elijah had mentioned giving me a surprise. Could it be that… he had sent Marty in?

Anger bubbled up inside me, and I decided to go find him. Unexpectedly, he appeared in front of me right then.

When he saw me, he let out a relieved breath and pulled me tightly into his arms.

"Elijah, what on earth is going on?" I asked. "You said you were going to give me a surprise. Why did Marty…"

"Yeah," Elijah sighed. "I sent Marty over. Babe, your addiction is just too intense, and you've drained me dry. I was afraid you'd cheat on me, so I let Marty go in… Please don't blame me, babe. I just wanted to test you."

So that was it. Elijah was worried that I wouldn't be able to control myself when my addiction hit, so he sent another guy to test me.

Thankfully, the last shred of reason in me had kept me from crossing the line.

However, deep down, I couldn't shake the worry. I was lucky enough to dodge the bullet this time, but if Elijah tested me like this a few more times, I was afraid I might not be able to resist.

"Babe, now I'm sure you truly love me. Let's go get you treated. I heard we have a new campus doctor, and that he's supposed to be amazing. I'm going to make sure you get better."

If Marty had succeeded earlier, Elijah probably wouldn't be acting this way right now. It was only because I hadn't crossed the line that he was determined to get me treated, regardless of how much it might cost.

He took my hand and led me away. Just holding his hand made me feel so warm that my palms started sweating. The maddening itch returned, and my legs became weak and shaky.

Combined with the intense encounter with Marty earlier, I could barely stop myself from taking Elijah right then and there and going a few rounds.

He must've sensed the state I was in because he started walking even faster, pulling me along.

A new doctor—skilled, young, and handsome—had recently started working at the college's health center. Due to that, lots of female students would find excuses to come in just to catch a glimpse of him.

I'd never seen him before, but I'd definitely heard about him.

When Elijah and I arrived at the health center, I saw the young doctor talking to a few female students.

They were all practically swooning, while his expression remained stoic and indifferent.

When I caught sight of his profile, my heart skipped a beat. The guy was ridiculously handsome. He looked just like a movie star. No wonder he attracted so much attention.

Elijah nudged me. "Perfect. Dr. Gavin Driscoll is here. You go on in. I'll wait for you at the door. This time, I'm sure you'll be cured."

Perhaps having heard us, Gavin glanced our way. Now that I was facing him straight on, he was even more striking. His white coat was stretched tight across his body, letting the faint outlines of his muscles peek through. He was definitely strong.

A man like that must be incredibly "strong" in that department, too.

As my imagination ran wild, the itching I felt grew even more unbearable, and I instinctively forced my thighs together tightly.

"I've got some things to take care of. You should leave," Gavin said to the female students.

They left reluctantly, even glancing back every few steps to look at him. Once they were gone, Elijah pushed me over to him.

"Dr. Driscoll, I'm counting on you to help my girlfriend," he said.

Gavin's gaze swept over me once before nodding. "No problem. Come in with me first. I'll start with a check-up."

There was no doubt that Elijah had already explained the whole situation to him beforehand. My face instantly burned red with embarrassment. My condition was simply too humiliating.

Faced with such a handsome doctor, I had the urge to turn around and run. However, my body seemed to move on its own. I followed him inside.

Once I sat down on the chair, Gavin closed the door behind us and slowly walked up to me.

I was too shy to lift my head. My gaze drifted downward, and what I saw left me dazed. Even in a relaxed state, the front of Gavin's pants displayed a very prominent bulge.

Sure enough, my earlier guess was correct—a person like him was definitely well-endowed and naturally gifted.

I couldn't help but start fantasizing. I pressed my thighs together so tightly that my body became a locked door.

Gavin stopped right in front of me.

"Your face is so flushed. Are you itching unbearably right now? All you can think about is having a man take you?"

He said it so bluntly that I froze for a moment, then I nodded almost reflexively.

"Yes, you're right. Just earlier, I wanted my boyfriend to…"

I caught myself mid-sentence and flushed bright red. How could Gavin ask me something like that?

Unexpectedly, he continued, "That's completely normal. Don't worry. Alright, now stand up."

I obediently got to my feet, but my eyes couldn't help drifting down to the front of his pants.

"Wh-what now?"

"Take off your skirt."

My head snapped up to look at him.

"Right… Right here?"

Gavin's eyes casually scanned the lower half of my body.

"You have a particular kind of addiction. Medically, it's called a sexual addiction, or a form of hypersexuality. To cure you, we first have to desensitize you.

"As long as you no longer feel anticipation for it, the addiction will naturally fade. Now, take off your skirt. I'm going to use instruments to test your current sensitivity level and decide how best to desensitize you."

The thought of Gavin using some tools to… desensitize me, with Elijah right outside the door, made me feel so embarrassed that my addiction nearly went into overdrive.

I'd already been struggling to hold back all day. Just imagining Gavin doing those things to me made me unconsciously lift my short skirt slightly.

He stepped closer, stared at my panties, and clicked his tongue.

"Your panties are already completely drenched, which means you've been in an unbearable state for a while now. So why are you still pretending to be shy? From now on, you will do exactly as I say. Be good. I'm a doctor, after all."

He reached into a nearby drawer and took out a huge toy.

Before I could take a good look at it, Gavin was already standing in front of me again. With a crisp smack, he slapped the toy against my butt.

A muffled groan escaped my throat, and my legs became so weak I could barely stand upright.

Gavin wrapped an arm around my waist. With the hand holding the toy, he slid my panties down, then slowly inserted it.

"Your sensitivity is off the charts. Even a regular model already makes you this excited. Look—the current wetness reading is maxed out. It seems we'll need a special instrument."

He pulled the toy out, and I saw that the display read "100%". Inside, I felt utterly mortified, but my body was enjoying it a lot. I even wished he had left it in a bit longer.

While I was still dazed, I saw Gavin take off his white coat.

Underneath was a tight tank top that perfectly outlined his powerful, muscular build.

I felt even warmer.

Then, I realized he had taken off his pants, too. His impressive bulge made my mouth fall open, and my breathing turned rapid and shallow.

"Dr. Driscoll, you… you…"

He stepped closer.

"We need something this huge to properly test how deep your need really goes. After a few sessions like this, you'll be fully satisfied, and you won't crave men anymore."

A tingling numbness shot straight to the top of my head. Wave after wave of heat surged through me.

He pressed me back down onto the chair.

"Be good. Lift your hips. Supportive treatment isn't enough. I'll have to help you personally."

His hard, scorching length pressed right up against me from behind.