Recently, whenever I get physically intimate with my wife, Alara Golding, I can never get it up no matter how hard I try.

Alara recommends me to get a massage at a men's wellness center in order to regain my ability to do so.

Unexpectedly, when I visit the wellness center, I find out that my cousin-in-law, Hannah Rivers, is actually working as a masseuse there.

What I don't expect even more is that the way she massages me is seemingly going down the erotic route…

My name was Stefan Smith. I was a married man with a modestly successful career.

They said that women thrived in their thirties, while men started to fall apart. After all, we were faced with endless workdays and constant drinking at business dinners. It didn't take long before my performance in bed took a sharp decline. My body was nothing like it had been in my twenties.

Every time it came to doing my "duty", I felt dread. The next day, I'd inevitably have to drag myself to work or on a business trip, completely exhausted.

It was that time of the night again. My wife slipped into a set of sexy lingerie and climbed into bed. Her soft hands wandered all over my body.

Alara Golding was 26 years old this year. She was right in her prime. She had smooth, fair skin and incredible curves. That lace outfit only made it worse. Her long legs alone were enough to drive any man crazy.

When we first met, I used to lift those legs every night. We were so loud that the neighbors upstairs and downstairs couldn't sleep.

Now, all I could do was stare. I didn't have the strength anymore. Alara was just a few minutes in when I turned limp. There was no enjoyment in our sex life at all.

I lit a cigarette, looking at her frustrated, unsatisfied expression, and sighed to myself. She lay on top of me. Her body was still burning with desire.

We tried all kinds of methods, but nothing worked. I couldn't satisfy my own wife.

Alara complained softly in an almost pleading voice. "Baby, why don't you go see a good holistic doctor? I don't want to live like a widow for the rest of my life."

As a grown man, it would be humiliating if anyone found out I went to see a doctor for that kind of issue. So, I had always resisted the idea.

However, this time, she insisted. Her face flushed as she leaned close to my ear and whispered, "Baby, please, just do it for me. There's this famous men's physiotherapy clinic that just opened down the street. I heard their results are amazing."

As soon as she finished speaking, her warm tongue traced circles around my ear. The sensation made my body react again, but I'd already finished once earlier. When the stimulation continued, a faint sting followed.

I was only 30 years old. I didn't want to go the rest of my life without a happy sex life.

Since she was so insistent, I had no choice but to bite the bullet and go.

Early Saturday morning, Alara dropped me off at that well-known men's physiotherapy clinic at the end of the street.

I looked up at the flashing neon sign, feeling a little uneasy. Something about it didn't seem legitimate.

The receptionist was a man with a chubby face. His arms and neck were covered in tattoos. He didn't look like a good guy at all.

I felt a bit resistant. Everything about this man seemed sleazy.

He walked over with a wide grin and chuckled. "Here for some rehabilitation therapy, sir? Right this way."

Looking at me with that sly, somewhat even malicious smile, he added, "We do everything here. Whatever you can think of, we can do it."

I had been around long enough to understand exactly what he meant.

Alara had chosen this place herself. Could it be that they had fooled her with false advertising? However, since she had personally brought me here, the suppressed desire deep in my instincts quickly took over my thoughts.

The energetic young man led me further inside to a row of rooms with the doors all tightly shut. From behind them came waves of rising and falling moans.

The sounds stirred something inside me. Before I knew it, I was already getting restless.

The guy brought me into an empty room. It was dim inside. When the lights came on, a hazy and suggestive purple glow filled the space.

I sat down on the bed covered with a white sheet. He naturally left, closing the door behind him. I gulped, wondering what kind of therapist I'd get.

Two minutes later, the door opened, and a woman walked in. She was wearing high heels and sheer stockings. Her white uniform couldn't hide her full chest. With a slim frame and striking curves, she was a knockout.

I was instantly captivated. Then, when I looked at her face, something about it felt familiar.

My eyes widened. "You… You're Hannah!"

It was Alara's cousin, Hannah Rivers.

Hannah froze too. "Ste-Stefan? I… Uh…" She looked completely flustered.

After all, we'd thought she was working a white-collar job in the city this whole time, making a solid income. I'd never imagined she was doing this.

Every time I saw her during the holidays, I'd be drawn to her innocent yet seductive looks. It made my heart feel restless. However, because of who she was, I could only look, never daring to act on it.

And now, I'd ended up choosing her as my therapist.

Flustered, Hannah offered to switch me to another therapist. But I jumped up and grabbed her wrist. "We're already here. It must be fate. No one else has to know. It's fine."

After some coaxing, she finally lowered her guard and agreed to service me. "Then, Stefan, you can't tell my family about this. They have no idea I work here."

I patted my chest. "Don't worry. There's no way I'd tell them something like this."

Hannah let out a soft laugh and hit me playfully. "Since it's you, Stefan, I'll put my trust in you."

I didn't waste any more time. Even if my ability had declined, when faced with a beautiful woman like her, a man's instincts were impossible to suppress.

She told me to take off my clothes and helped me change into the shop's thin blue underwear. The fabric was so sheer it barely hid anything…

I lay back on the bed as she took out a bottle of oil and poured some onto my body. Her hands were gliding smoothly over my skin. Almost instantly, a warmth ignited in my lower body. Under her skillful touch, I felt like I was floating.

Hannah glanced at my abs and couldn't help but praise me. "Stefan, I had no idea you were in such good shape."

Her compliment hit me right away. My hand slid onto her thigh as I returned the compliment. "You've got a great figure too; one of the best I've seen."

She giggled. "If it weren't for Alara, I would've wanted to try something with you a long time ago."

My excitement suddenly spiked. "You've thought about it too? I've actually had my eye on you for a while."

The thought that Hannah felt the same, and that I could have her more in the future, sent a thrill through me.

Her soft and delicate hands pressed, kneaded, and moved across my body. It left me burning, like I was wrapped in something soft and weightless.

When her hands reached my waist, my whole body reacted. That spot was the most sensitive. However, she didn't stop. Her hands kept moving lower.

I stared at her hands. Were they going there?

Hannah knew exactly how to tease a man. Her hands paused just below my abs, pressing lightly. At that moment, it felt like part of my masculine strength had returned.

At home, Alara would have to try everything before I could even get hard. However, now, with just a little massaging from Hannah, I was already reacting.

Seeing the change in me, a faint smile played at the corner of Hannah's lips.

Hannah's cherry red lips looked inviting. She wore a slightly sheer lip gloss, which made them even more enticing. I wondered what they would feel like on my…

She picked up the oil and, through the thin fabric of my underwear, let a drop fall there. Then, she began to move her fingers gently.

A sharp current shot up my spine. The sensation was overwhelming. I couldn't even speak. My mind was completely lost in the pleasurable feeling. I was unable to think at all.

Hannah was touching my most sensitive spot. She pinched lightly with three fingers, almost like she was playing with a marble, flicking it one moment, and rolling it in her palm the next.

Waves of electrifying sensation pulsed through my lower abdomen, rising and falling.

Hannah watched intently. There was a hint of envy and desire in her gaze. That focused look somehow gave her an unexpected, refined charm.

She smiled faintly. "It looks like the treatment is working. You've already recovered about 80%."

I couldn't care less about that. My instincts had already completely taken over. My voice grew hoarse as I groaned, "Hurry. Help me finish."

She stayed calm and smiled. She really understood men. "There's no rush. We're here to help you recover properly. Going too fast might backfire."

I nodded repeatedly, though the heat in my body felt like it was about to consume me.

Suddenly, she stood up and returned with a glass of herbal tea. "Stefan, drink this first. Then, we can continue the treatment."

The bitter smell of the tea hit my nostrils. I had no idea what was in it, but I wasn't in any state to think. I grabbed the glass and downed it in one go.

The bitter tea slid down my throat and settled in my stomach. Afterward, the heat in my lower abdomen grew even stronger. With just a little more stimulation, I would definitely be able to finish.

Then, Hannah took off her heels, followed by her stockings. She climbed onto me, placing the stockings over my face.

Looking at her through the thin fabric only made her seem more alluring. Her scent lingered in the stockings, enough to drive a man wild.

Sitting on my belly, she began rubbing against me. Each motion made my whole body tense. My toes were already curled tightly.

I felt like a volcano on the verge of eruption, just one spark away from blowing.

Then, Hannah leaned down and pressed her red lips against mine. Sexy and heated, her kissing was incredibly skilled. In an instant, I was under her spell.

She shifted again, turning so her back faced me. There was nothing beneath her skirt. Everything was laid bare in front of me.

I buried my face between her legs. Her voice was intoxicating, rising and falling like waves.

Meanwhile, her hands moved with practiced precision, alternating between slow and teasing touches, occasionally brushing me with the tip of her tongue.

It felt like every pore in my body had opened up, and every cell was surging with energy.

Hannah was younger than Alara. Her curves were firm and full. I wanted to lose myself in her completely.

After my eyes had feasted enough, I couldn't hold back anymore. I practically pleaded, "I think I've recovered enough. Let me test the results."

She seemed to understand immediately. Supporting my waist, she lay back on the bed. I braced my hands on either side of her head, like a hungry tiger closing in on its prey.

She wrapped her arms around my neck, and her lips brushed near my ear. In a soft, seductive whisper, she said, "Don't let Alara find out."

I had been holding back for far too long. Finally, the moment had come.

I lifted her legs onto my shoulders.

She shyly covered her eyes.