I'm a campus belle who's addicted to carnal pleasures. The frequent triggers caused by my addiction have heavily affected my and Michael Buckley, my boyfriend's lives and studies.

Left without a choice, Michael and I can only head over to the campus clinic to undergo treatment that helps me cut down on my addiction.

The one administering treatment to me happens to be a well-built doctor. The way he treats me shocks me to no end.

Later on, he straps me to the examination table. I'm so frightened that I keep begging him to release me with tears running down my cheeks.

But he responds by lifting my legs roughly.

My name was Heidi McFarrell. On the way to the campus clinic with my boyfriend, Michael Buckley, the urges overwhelmed me again. It felt like countless snakes wriggling inside me. The itch was unbearable.

My eyes glazed over. I pressed my legs tightly together, searching Michael's face for help. "You little slut," he muttered under his breath.

Tears streamed down my cheeks. In the beginning, Michael had always indulged my impulses, but as time passed, he simply couldn't cope. He picked up a can from the ground and handed it to me. "Deal with it yourself."

The can, though, wasn't quite long enough. Speechless, Michael returned to the trash bin and dug out a bottle for me.

I stepped into a small grove. After slipping off my pants, I was ready. Suddenly, someone hugged me from behind. I thought it was Michael.

Panting, I spun around—only to find it wasn't him. I tried to push the man away and run, but his grip was tight. I screamed for Michael, but there was no answer.

In a grove this quiet and empty, there was no way he couldn't hear me. Suddenly, a memory struck me—a few days ago, he had talked about setting me up with another man. It seemed all too possible that he had sent this one on purpose.

The bottle was still inside me, and after all the frantic movement, my body had turned to jelly. I quickly lost the strength to resist.

The man took the chance to pin me down. In my fear and shock, I swung at him weakly.

Just as he was about to undo his pants, I grabbed a handful of dirt from the ground and smeared it across his face. I hadn't aimed carefully, and it landed straight in his eyes.

He slapped me hard and shouted at me for being a hypocrite. Hearing the commotion, Michael hurried over.

"Man, your girlfriend's a freaking whore. She almost blinded me. You should leave her and find someone better." The man threw 50 dollars on the ground before storming off in a fury.

Michael helped me to my feet and asked if I was okay. I felt a stab in my chest, and tears streamed down my face again.

"How can you even ask that? Isn't this your fault? What kind of boyfriend would do something like this? Not only did you let another man take advantage of me, but you even gave him money. You're such a jerk."

Michael didn't think he was in the wrong. "It's all because of that insatiable desire of yours!" he snapped. "You can't control yourself for even a second. Don't you spend every moment of the day begging me to satisfy you?

"Finals are just around the corner. Are you even planning to study? You might as well give up if you're failing every single exam!"

With that, Michael spun on his heel and stormed away. I wiped away my tears and hurried to follow him. I knew this was my fault. The fact that he hadn't ended things yet proved just how patient he was.

I silently hoped the campus doctor could treat me; if not, I'd have to grab a needle and stitch myself up. Before long, we reached the campus clinic, but to my shock, it was a man who came to meet me.

Even though I was no longer a virgin, there was no way I could let a male doctor examine something so private.

Just as I was about to step away, Michael held onto my hand. "If you don't take care of this, I might have to rethink our relationship."

I couldn't bear the thought of breaking up with him, so I stayed put.

I had been too stunned to pay attention at first, but now I found myself stealing glances at the doctor. Jerry Lambert looked handsome, and his physique was striking.

The white coat fit snugly over his muscular frame. At the same time, the gold-rimmed glasses on his nose lent him a disciplined, ascetic air.

I was so captivated by him that I barely registered the conversation between him and Michael. Then, Michael said, "Dr. Lambert, I'll head out for now. I'm entrusting my girlfriend to you."

What? Why wasn't Michael staying with me? The words "I'm entrusting my girlfriend to you" came out in a disturbingly suggestive way.

After Michael left, Jerry asked me what was wrong. Even though it was difficult to speak about, I forced myself to be honest. He didn't look the least bit surprised.

I asked if there was any medication for my condition, but he said he needed to examine me first. Feeling nervous, I pointed to the bed and asked if I should lie down.

"It's okay, I want to take a quick look first." With that, Jerry crouched down and started to undo my pants. Startled, I grabbed his hand without thinking. "What are you doing?"

Frowning slightly, he said, "How am I supposed to examine you without taking your pants off?" I felt my face flush instantly. This doctor was way too audacious.

Embarrassed, I stammered, "I-I'll do it myself." Suppressing my shame, I undid my pants, exposing my long, smooth thighs.

I could hear Jerry swallow. My heart skipped a beat. Could it be that he felt something for me?

Without warning, he lifted one of my legs and leaned underneath for a closer look. As his hair grazed me, a sharp, electric shiver ran from my head to my toes.

I lost all control, and fluid pooled between my thighs.

Jerry stood and picked up a tissue from the table. As I watched him wipe those familiar traces from his face and hands, I was completely mortified and furious.

I was such a slut. I hadn't been able to control myself for even a moment. My fluids were all over Jerry. His clean clothes were ruined. "S-sorry… I didn't mean it," I murmured.

"These reactions are normal. I only see you as a patient," Jerry said in a gentle voice. I felt my tension ease immediately. However, the moment I lowered my leg, he said, "Keep it up; the examination isn't over."

I had no choice but to obey.

After finishing the examination, he pulled out his phone and began taking pictures. Seeing me hesitate, he explained, "It's too dark down there; I can't see properly."

I was utterly mortified and wished I could disappear. I'd thought a little medication would be enough—who knew the checkup would be this thorough? I should have shaved in the dorm earlier.

After studying the photos for a while, Jerry finally identified the problem. "You're dealing with a fungal infection caused by an imbalance in your microbiome. You came to see me too late. Medication alone won't be enough."

I couldn't quite follow all of it, but it sounded serious. My heart pounded as I asked, "What should I do?"

"At this point, we'll have to rely on a device to help with desensitization. Lie down first. I need to see how many sensitive spots you have. If there are many, we'll have to increase the medication accordingly."

After hesitating for a moment, I did as he instructed.

"Open your legs slightly." Jerry knelt halfway by the bedside and began to inspect me closely. His hand was ice cold. The moment it touched my skin, a shiver ran through me. "Try to relax, or the examination won't be accurate."

I shut my eyes quickly, forcing myself to stay calm. I could feel his cold hands shifting back and forth. The rough tips of his fingers sparked waves of pleasure through every nerve.

My mind was flooded with panic. At this rate, it wouldn't take much for me to lose control again. I knew I should tell him to stop, yet my body seemed to silently urge him to go harder.

"Does it feel sensitive here?

"What about here?"

As Jerry applied pressure, he asked for my feedback on the sensation. Soon, my body went completely limp, as if it were on fire. The heat made my head swim, and my thoughts scattered into chaos.

Worried I might lose control, I tried to keep his hand from going further. However, before I could stop him, his fingers pressed a sensitive spot. That single touch was enough to send me over the edge.

It felt like every inch of my body and mind was screaming in ecstasy. I writhed uncontrollably, and my lips parted slightly. My legs spread wider without me realizing it.

Right when I was craving his touch, Jerry pulled his hand back without warning. Everything was over in the blink of an eye. A wave of disappointment washed over me.

Wiping his hands, Jerry said, "The examination is over. You're pretty sensitive in a lot of areas."

Even though his face stayed cold and indifferent, I couldn't miss the swelling at his groin. Could the seemingly distant, stoic Jerry actually have a wild side?

Tall and broad-shouldered, his entire body was corded with muscle. It was clear at a glance that he was well-built down there.

Good grief! What was I even thinking? I recoiled at my own thoughts. Lucky for me, he couldn't see inside my head, or I'd be in trouble for being so shameless.

"Dr. Lambert, are we finished?"

"Yes. Let me show you how to use this toy."

With that, Jerry pulled a box from below and opened it. Inside were toys in various lengths and girths, with veins that made them look strikingly real.

I felt my face heat up instantly. Keeping a perfectly serious expression, Jerry went on to explain everything in detail.

"These toys are designed to help with desensitization. After applying the medication, you can use a toy repeatedly to gradually reduce sensitivity. Many of your sensitive areas are located deep inside, so this tool is essential."

Feeling shy, I asked, "Which one do you think would be right for me?"

"Let me take a look and see which one fits best. Since this is an internal exam, do you want your boyfriend in the room?"

There was no way Michael could be here. If he saw another man touching me like this, he'd probably dump me on the spot.

Besides, the fact that he wasn't here made the experience unexpectedly thrilling. To my surprise, I told Jerry that Michael didn't need to be present.

"Alright, lie down." With that, Jerry put up a curtain between us. I bit my lip nervously. My hands were clenched around the sheets. I was caught between fear and anticipation.

Jerry's rough hand pressed against me, sending that familiar, electrifying tingle coursing through me once more. Each time, I nearly let out a moan. I dug my toes into the floor with all my strength.

"Many of your sensitive spots are situated deep within. I'll need a different tool."

The moment Jerry removed his hand, it felt like I'd plunged from the top of a mountain into a deep valley.

Seconds later, I heard the unmistakable sound of a zipper being undone. Without warning, something hot and hard pressed against me. I knew immediately that something was wrong.

I yanked the curtain aside and looked up. Oh my God…