"Please, doctor! I'm begging you!"

As soon as I get off work, I can't control my urges anymore, so I quickly bolt toward the private hospital.

Ever since I'm afflicted with the ailment that makes me addicted to pleasure, I keep feeling very empty on the inside. The urge to let loose and satisfy myself keeps plaguing me at all times.

Left without a choice, the doctor can only feed me some medication.

But my sinful thoughts keep overtaking my mind. At that moment, I feel myself losing my mind.

What should I do?

I was named Nora Lovelace. I was 26 years old and a glamorous white-collar professional.

Thanks to my looks, my model-like height, and my long, slender, captivating legs, I was never short on male suitors. However, due to my conservative upbringing, I was always too shy and awkward to handle their advances.

Perhaps because I had repressed myself for far too long, I developed a strange, embarrassing condition I could never bring myself to talk about. No matter where I was, I constantly had the urge to seek out secret thrills with strangers. This condition began to interfere with my life, eventually forcing me to see a doctor.

The male doctor who treated me was merely a year older than me. He was elegant, charming, and effortlessly witty.

Sitting in his consultation room, my mind began to spiral with inappropriate thoughts. I imagined myself climbing onto his desk to seduce him. I also imagined stretching my legs out under the table to rest them on him, using my feet to press and rub against him suggestively.

The moment these thoughts surfaced, I realized I was having another episode. In truth, my condition was quite odd. For some reason, I seemed to be uniquely sensitive to male doctors.

"Nora?" Dr. Morgan Lancaster had a very pleasant name. He was currently waving his hand gently in front of my eyes to get my attention. "What's on your mind?"

"Oh, I'm so sorry!" My face flushed a deep crimson. I felt absolutely mortified. Yet, strangely enough, that embarrassment itself felt thrilling.

"Nora, your condition… To be honest, it isn't some rare or incurable disease," Dr. Lancaster said after a moment of thought. "It's more psychological. I'll prescribe you some medicine to help suppress your symptoms."

He decided to start me on a liquid medication. But the moment he moved his hand away from my face, I didn't know what came over me as I reached out and grasped it.

My eyes glossed over, and I parted my lips, drawing his finger into my mouth. Warmth instantly enveloped his finger, and I watched as his face shifted rapidly from shock to a deep, burning red.

The way he reacted to my teasing was absolutely adorable. The baseless fantasies running through my head only caused my condition to spiral further out of control.

"Nora, you're having another episode!" Dr. Lancaster exclaimed. He understood my symptoms and didn't blame me. If anything, he was a gentleman.

My entire body was on fire. No matter how badly I wanted to suppress the urge, my body refused to let him go that easily.

"Nora!" Dr. Lancaster gently tried to pull his hand away a few times. He looked entirely innocent, realizing that not only did I show no sign of releasing him, but my face was also flushed with an unmistakable, overflowing desire.

"Nora… what are you doing?" His Adam's apple bobbed, and sweat beaded along his forehead.

"Dr. Lancaster, could you check this spot for me? I feel so unbearably hot!" I lay across his desk, clutching his hand. I wanted him to touch me, to provide some relief for this condition of mine.

"Nora, your condition does seem fairly serious. However, as doctors, we can't have any kind of relationship with our patients!"

Ultimately, under the weight of professional ethics, Dr. Lancaster pulled his hands back almost reflexively the moment he touched me.

"Drink this bottle of medicine and come back for a follow-up in three days!" He stuffed a bottle of medication into my hands and hurriedly ushered me out of his office.

After leaving Dr. Lancaster's clinic, I downed the medicine he had given me on my way home. Sure enough, the feverish impulses raging through my mind quieted down, and the unbearable restlessness in my body began to calm.

The medicine was actually a relatively common suppressant designed to lower one's desires. After drinking it, I was able to go three days without any impulsive thoughts or fantasies. However, by the third day, I couldn't take it anymore.

I wondered why the medicine only suppressed my symptoms for three days. It felt strange to me—was there really no medication with a longer-lasting effect? I had looked it up before, and apparently, there was.

"I… can't take this anymore!" I groaned.

Perhaps it was because the effects of the medication had worn off, but the rebound from my symptoms felt overwhelming, almost as if it was dragging me into an abyss. My urges hit me more violently than ever before; I desperately wanted to go out and seduce a man right that second.

Fortunately, it was the day of my follow-up appointment with Dr. Lancaster. I gathered myself, freshened up, and headed to the private clinic where he practiced.

While riding the bus, my gaze became hazy and unfocused. I could feel the control I had clung to for three days falling apart. Before long, the torment became too much to bear, and I found myself unconsciously hooking my hand around a man's arm.

The man was startled. Noticing how bold and unrestrained I was being in public, he assumed it was some kind of trap and fled the bus the moment it reached the next stop.

I was startled as well, which finally snapped me back to my senses. My face burned a deep, fiery red, and I felt so embarrassed that I wanted to disappear. I kept my head lowered until I reached the area near Dr. Lancaster's clinic, and I quietly slipped in.

The nurse at his clinic didn't come in that day, so he was busy handling everything on his own. The previous patient had just left, and he was in the dispensary preparing medications, so he had me take a seat and wait for a moment.

But there was no way I could endure being alone with my thoughts.

"Dr. Lancaster, I feel like my state of mind is all wrong right now. I was fine after I took your medicine, but today, I can barely handle it anymore! What's wrong with me?"

I snuck into the dispensary and watched Dr. Lancaster while he worked diligently, constantly pestering and harassing him.

As soon as I saw him standing there in his white coat, I could no longer restrain myself. My hand found the crook of his neck, and I couldn't stop myself from breathing my own heat onto him. My face was flushed, and my eyes heavy with desire.

Dr. Lancaster was well aware of my condition. He must have realized that I had a thing for doctors.

Instead of judging me for my improper behavior, he patiently explained, "Medication can only suppress your symptoms temporarily. Once it wears off, the symptoms naturally return. Since you've just started the treatment, the rebound effect will actually make your impulses more intense."

Gaining his understanding allowed me to completely let go of my inhibitions. "I don't care, Dr. Lancaster. Your medicine has lost its effect, and right now I want… Oh, you have to help me!"

Noticing that he remained unmoved as he continued to prepare the medication, I boldly wrapped my arms around him from behind. The moment I touched him, I felt him shudder.

Realization dawned on me in a heartbeat. Dr. Lancaster wasn't unaffected. Clearly, he didn't dare look at me.

A strange sensation welled up inside me. I wondered if he was deliberately triggering my condition. Why else was his expression so odd?

But at that moment, I couldn't bring myself to care about any of that!

He was a doctor with a PhD from abroad with impeccable professional conduct. But no matter how disciplined he was, he was still a man. No one could remain completely unaffected unless they were impotent.

I could no longer withstand the pull of my own desires. I threw my arms around him, exhaling against the crook of his neck.

Dr. Lancaster immediately panicked and pushed me away. "W-Wait a minute, Nora. I-I need to go to the restroom!"

He seemed as though he was deathly afraid of me. However, I found myself feeling a little smug. From that brief touch just a moment ago, I realized he was definitely not as calm and unaffected as he pretended to be.

I began to strike one provocative pose after another in the dispensary. I even went so far as to undo my clothes while I waited for Dr. Lancaster to return so he could help me alleviate my condition.

I perched on the edge of the desk, the curve of my hips pressing against the wood as I twirled my long hair. A deep, rosy flush had already begun to bloom across my neck and chest.

At long last, Dr. Lancaster returned.

"Quick, drink your medicine, Nora!" he said. "You'll feel better once you do!"

However, in my current state, I couldn't care less about taking the medicine. The real "miracle cure" was standing right in front of me, in the form of Dr. Lancaster.

I obediently picked up the vial. "I feel so restless right now, Dr. Lancaster. I genuinely just want to… I'm afraid this little cup won't do a thing."

With that, I tilted my head back and downed the medicine in a single gulp.

"Wait—you've taken the wrong one!" Dr. Lancaster exclaimed. "That was a stimulant for a female patient with low libido!"

"Huh?"

No wonder… The moment I swallowed it, a searing heat coursed through me, scorching away the last of my sanity.

"Oh no, Dr. Lancaster, I'm losing control. You have to help me cool down. I feel like I'm on fire."

I was already deep in a symptomatic episode, and now that I'd ingested a stimulant, it felt worse than adding fuel to a fire. My eyes had already grown hazy and unfocused.

Before he could utter a word of protest, I threw myself into his arms and whispered into his ear, "Dr. Lancaster, right now, I'm not your patient. I'm just a bad woman. Now, come at me!"

As soon as my words fell, his whole body shuddered, and he abruptly pulled me into a crushing embrace.

"Oh, that feels so good…" I moaned.

He was so worked up that he was visibly flustered. However, I could tell immediately from the way he reacted that something was wrong. A shiver ran down my spine, and I instinctively buried myself deeper into his chest.

Dr. Lancaster's prescriptions were incredibly potent, but this arousal stimulant was something else entirely. It completely hijacked my brain. The sensation was ten times more intense than any episode I had ever experienced before.

When I threw myself into his arms, Dr. Lancaster completely lost the last of his restraint. I knew it. There was no such thing as a man who could remain composed forever.

"Nora, I-I can't help you. I really can't!" He kept me locked in his arms as he bolted toward the small bedroom where he usually rested.

I felt as though I were floating, and I felt the wetness at my core as I was spread open. I was about to let go and lose myself completely when Dr. Lancaster stood before me with a strange look on his face.