I'm a senior white-collar professional. But I don't know when exactly it is that I've gotten infected with that… shameful ailment.

It's so bad that I have to duck into the washroom during work hours just to alleviate my carnal urges.

Needless to say, that ailment has completely screwed me over. That's when my husband takes me to a famous private doctor named Caleb Walden, who apparently has a unique treatment method that only he himself possesses.

But during the treatment, I can feel Caleb's scorching manhood pressing against my slit…

"Honey, I... I can't take it anymore. I'm burning up."

We were stuck in traffic on the way to see the doctor, the red light ahead bringing everything to a standstill. I sat in the passenger seat, my legs crossing unconsciously. My face was flushed, my breathing ragged.

I looked at my husband, Derek Sutton, beside me with pleading eyes, my chest heaving.

I had no idea when this condition started, but whenever it hit, the need became unbearable. I'd even had to slip away to the restroom during work hours just to get some relief.

It got to the point where Derek dreaded seeing me like this.

"Christ, not again. I'm driving, for God's sake," Derek muttered, his eyes flashing with disgust when he glanced at me.

I felt a pang of hurt, but I knew he couldn't help me right now. I started rummaging desperately through the glove compartment. My fingers finally closed around a small vibrator.

I pulled it out like I'd found treasure, my eyes lighting up with relief. I brought it to my lips and moistened it with my tongue.

We'd decided to see the doctor on short notice that day, so I was still in my work attire. I was wearing a black pencil skirt, blazer, and black stockings.

I hiked up my skirt with trembling, eager hands. My fingers fumbled with the waistband of my stockings, shaking too much to pull them down properly. In desperation, I just tore a hole through the middle.

The vibrator hummed to life in my hand, and the immediate relief made my face flush even deeper.

"Honey... oh God... Derek..."

I reached for his hand instinctively, but he jerked away.

"I said I'm driving! Leave me alone!"

Rejected, I felt a sting of hurt, but waves of sensation washed over me, drowning out every other thought until they converged into a single desperate need. I needed more.

My hand moved urgently, the soft sounds making my heart race even faster. The sensation felt like floating on clouds.

"Jesus Christ, you can't even wait ten minutes," Derek snapped.

The scent filling the cramped car must have grown too strong, so he cracked the window. He was completely unconcerned that his wife was falling apart right beside him.

I kept going, unsatisfied, and fumbled with the buttons of my blouse. I tugged hard enough that the fabric strained, creating a perfect arch.

The sharp sensation made everything more intense. My head tipped back against the seat, and my unfocused gaze drifted toward the window.

Then I went completely still. In the car next to ours, I saw a pair of eyes behind glasses looking directly at me.

Our gazes locked. He saw me. Shock rippled through me like a lightning bolt, and I froze in place.

Those eyes were so calm, betraying no emotion whatsoever. He just watched me.

But somehow, my hand didn't stop. Instead, a strange thrill shot through me. It was a forbidden excitement at being watched by a stranger while Derek sat right there, oblivious.

It made everything more intense. The pleasure spiked. His gaze felt like invisible hands sliding from my face down to my collarbone, touching every part of me.

I couldn't look away from him.

Those eyes stayed fixed on me, completely emotionless. My mind had been completely overtaken. Every nerve in my body seemed to gather in my lower abdomen.

"Derek... Please... Help me… Please help me..."

Maybe it was being watched by a stranger that made everything more intense. I kept begging Derek for help, but my gaze stayed locked on those eyes in the car beside us.

"Christ, can't you just sit still?" Derek snapped. He honked the horn impatiently, but the cars ahead were completely gridlocked. There was nowhere to go.

Derek irritably grabbed the vibrator from my hand and shoved it in hard.

"Ah!"

The sudden intensity made me cry out. My body arched sharply, and my toes curled.

I didn't care that we were still on a public street or that someone was watching.

In that moment, some dark part of me almost wished the stranger would get out of his car and walk over—that he would open my door, pull me out, and take me right there in front of everyone.

More. I needed more.

My body trembled uncontrollably. Under the weight of that stranger's gaze, my toes clenched, and my release came in a shuddering wave.

My body shook, my mind completely blank. A bit of drool had escaped the corner of my mouth.

Derek cursed at me again and carelessly tossed the vibrator aside. I gasped for breath, trying to recover.

After a long moment, I finally came back to myself. My legs felt weak. My hands shook as I grabbed tissues to wipe down the windshield.

Just then, traffic started moving again. Derek drove forward, his expression cold. I glanced instinctively at the car beside us.

Those eyes were gone.

For some reason, I felt a pang of disappointment.

We arrived at a private clinic. Derek parked, and I climbed out of the car on unsteady legs. The recent release had left me weak, and my work heels weren't helping. I stumbled a little as I walked.

Inside, the clinic was tastefully decorated and well-maintained. At least they seemed to value privacy.

But I hadn't expected this to be a therapist's office.

"Honey, I thought you were taking me to see a doctor. Why are we here?"

"My buddy's a psychologist. I told him about your situation. He thinks it's probably psychological," Derek said, his tone dripping with disdain.

"You really want to go to a hospital and let doctors examine you for this? You might not care about being humiliated, but I do."

His voice was sharp with impatience. I wanted to respond, but hurt bloomed in my chest. I didn't want to have this condition either, but…

Derek was already walking away. I hurried to catch up. He led me to the top floor and knocked on a door.

"Come in."

A deep, gentle voice answered from inside. Something about it made me relax slightly.

Derek pushed the door open, and when he saw the man inside, his tone brightened. "Hey, old friend."

The man smiled back.

"It's been a while."

I looked up, and my hands clenched into fists.

The man wore a white coat and stood by his desk. His hair was perfectly styled, and he was strikingly handsome for a man in his 40s.

But those eyes made my body start trembling again.

It was him—the man who had watched me in the car.

What were the odds? This man was the doctor Derek found for me, and it seemed that they were old friends.

That meant he'd seen everything in the car. What must he think of me?

Shame crashed over me like a wave. I grabbed Derek's hand instinctively, but he was already heading for the door with barely concealed impatience.

"I brought you here to get help. Stop making a fuss. I'll wait outside."

He flashed the therapist a smile before leaving. Panic rose in my chest.

How could Derek just trust him like this? He was leaving his wife alone in a room with a strange man, and he wasn't even worried?

Once the door closed, I realized the soundproofing in this office was exceptional. I couldn't hear anything from outside.

There was only the ticking of the wall clock and a faint trickling sound, like running water. Something about it felt familiar, but I couldn't place where I'd heard it before.

"Ms. Lester, please have a seat."

Caleb Walden gestured to the couch. I sat down, and he took the spot right next to me.

The loveseat wasn't particularly spacious. When he took his seat, his knee pressed against mine.

Summer clothes were thin to begin with. The spot where his knee touched mine felt like it was on fire. The heat spread gradually, creeping up my thigh.

I tried to shift away, but the couch was too small. Where could I go?

There was a perfectly good armchair across from us. Why did he insist on sitting so close to me?

"From what Derek tells me, you have very high needs in that area. Almost every night, and sometimes even that's not enough. You have to take care of it yourself. Is that right?"

Caleb's bluntness made my face burn crimson.

My hands clenched into fists on my knees, and my cheeks felt like they were on fire. I didn't need a mirror to know how red they must be.

"Don't resist my questions. I'm asking as your doctor. This will help with your recovery."

At those words, I could only nod frantically.

"My initial assessment is that this is psychological, though I can't rule out physical causes. Your body may simply have unusually strong needs.

"Take off your clothes. I need to examine you."

What? I looked up automatically.

"Aren't you a psychologist?"

Why did I need to take off my clothes?

"I have dual licenses as a psychologist and a gynecologist. Would you like to see them?" Caleb's tone was calm, but something about it made me want to comply.

"If you don't want to, I can tell your husband that you're not cooperating with the treatment."

When he moved toward the door, I hurriedly grabbed his hand.

"I… I'll take them off!"

Derek was already upset about this whole situation. If he heard I wasn't cooperating, he'd be furious. I hesitated for a moment, but ultimately, I got up to take off my skirt.

"Lie face down on the couch with your back to me. I'll examine you myself."

Before I could finish what I was doing, he made me lie face down on the back of the couch. I felt a little helpless, but I could only do as he said. But as I lay down, a subtle pleasure rose within me.

I could clearly feel his hands lifting my skirt, revealing my black stockings underneath.

Crap! I suddenly remembered tearing that hole in my stockings. He must've seen it by now.

As expected, his hand went straight through the hole in the stockings, pressing against my most sensitive spot. My body trembled involuntarily.

"Ms. Lester, your needs are really strong."

The heat from his fingertips made my body go weak. If I hadn't been braced against the couch, I would have collapsed completely.

"I... What's wrong with me?"

My voice trembled slightly. I could clearly feel his fingertips carefully examining my most private area. He wasn't holding back either.

I was in a strange place, being touched by a strange man. A thought flashed through my mind.

In an instant, I felt like I'd been struck by lightning. My mind went completely blank. Reason told me that I should leave now, but my body reacted involuntarily, as if wanting more.

His finger movements made shameful sounds, making my face burn even hotter. But my mind was completely blank. I only wanted more.

My waist even swayed instinctively, moving against his fingers on my own. Shame and stimulation intertwined, bringing me unprecedented pleasure.

"Ms. Lester, you're very passionate."

Just as I was about to reach my peak, those hands suddenly withdrew.

"Your condition is indeed quite serious. Ordinary treatments cannot alleviate your symptoms."

The sudden emptiness only made me ache for more.

A second later, the sound of clothes being torn filled the air. My black stockings were completely ripped open.

I instinctively turned around, my eyes widening. Caleb was pressing himself against me.

He was so big, so hot.