"Sir, does the massage require me to take off my pants?"

When I'm celebrating the holidays in the village, I suffer from a stomachache after accidentally ingesting spoiled food. There isn't a proper clinic or hospital in the rural village, so I can only ask the local doctor to give me a massage.

Unexpectedly, he suddenly tugs my pants off before the massage. He even tells me, "This is so that I can purge the evil energy out of your body."

Meanwhile, I'm already soaked down there, so my evidence of arousal is quickly spotted by the doctor as soon as he removes my pants.

His lust overtakes his senses at that moment, causing him to pin me down…

My name was Thea Gilmore, and I was a lonely wife who felt restless and empty if a single day went by without relief.

After seven years of marriage, my husband, Hank Sawyer, was as limp and useless as a withered vine. He couldn't satisfy me at all.

My body felt like a parched, dry desert desperate for a torrential rain.

By the end of the year, he took me back to his remote hometown for the Christmas holidays.

I wasn't prepared for how filthy his mom, Paige Turner, was. The water she used to wash the dishes had a foul smell, and the food was starting to spoil.

I had barely taken a few bites before my stomach churned violently. The pain came in waves, and I dashed for the bathroom.

Toilets in the village were crude. There wasn't even a door, and anyone who walked by could see me taking a dump.

I rushed to the toilet in such a hurry that I forgot to grab the toilet paper, so I had no choice but to call my brother-in-law, Reid Sawyer, to bring some.

As a college student majoring in sports science, he was tan and rippled with muscles.

When he handed me the toilet paper, he stared so hard. That was when I realized that my lower body was completely exposed.

Having someone stare at my private part so intensely had me feeling a strange mix of thrill and embarrassment. My body vaguely stirred with a restless warmth and an itching need.

Even after I came out of the toilet, the cramps in my stomach wouldn't stop.

"Is there a hospital nearby?" I asked Hank. "I must've eaten something bad. My stomach is in terrible pain."

He shook his head and impatiently said, "We ate the same thing, and all of us are fine. Why are you the only one with a stomachache? There are no hospitals out here in the village, so stop making a fuss, will you?"

I was disappointed, but then Paige said, "There's an old traditional medicine doctor in the village. We always go to him when we're sick. He's better than doctors in the city.

"His name is Chad, and he lives at the west end of the village. When you get there, just say that I sent you."

I nodded. At this point, the traditional medicine practitioner, Chad Warlock, was my only option.

Soon, I found his place. He was in his late 40s but looked incredibly fit and sturdy, typical of a traditional medicine practitioner who took good care of himself. Still, I wondered how strong his stamina was.

I explained my situation and told him that the pain in my stomach was killing me. After listening, he nodded and gestured to the bed in the room.

"Simple. I just need to draw the toxic energy out of your core," he said. "Just lie on the bed. I'll give you a massage, and you'll be fine."

There was only one bed in the room, so this was clearly the bed he had slept in.

As I lay down, my heart raced with a little flutter of excitement.

This was the first time I had ever lain in another man's bed. But given the rustic conditions out here in the village, I didn't have much choice and had to make do.

Chad's consultation room might look modest and rustic, but he had a complete set of tools. He brewed a cup of herbal tea and told me to drink it.

"This herbal tea will help with your stomach pain. Drink it, and I'll start the massage."

After I drank it, a flush of heat began to spread through my body.

He opened a toolbox containing an array of massage tools. I took a glance and, to my surprise, spotted a toy inside!

Things looked a little off. He was clearly running a quite comprehensive range of services.

Next, he lifted my shirt, revealing my smooth stomach, and my body tensed.

There was something strangely thrilling about having a man lift my shirt. I found myself eagerly anticipating what he would do to me next.

Chad produced a bottle of essential oils and poured a few drops onto my skin. The cool drops slowly trickled down my hips.

Then, he placed both hands on my stomach and pressed down with a slow, gentle pressure. His rough palms were covered in calluses, and the touch on my stomach stirred a strange restlessness deep in my gut.

Soon, the oil was spread evenly across my abdomen. Its slick, gliding sensation was mixed with the steady warmth of Chad's palms.

Heat began to radiate from my stomach until my entire body was warm, and my lower body started itching restlessly.

Chad gripped my waist with both hands, his thick thumbs pressing in gentle yet firm circles around my navel.

I had to admit that he was truly skilled, and the pain in my stomach eased considerably.

But then, his hands slid beneath my shirt and started moving higher.

My heart jolted, and I panickedly asked, "C-Chad, where are your hands going? It's my stomach that hurts, not my chest."

Still, his hands didn't stop. He pushed my shirt all the way up until the soft curves on my chest were bare and exposed.

His eyes widened as he stared hard and complimented, "I had no idea you were so gifted."

I felt myself melting. Being stared at like this made my cheeks flush with embarrassment.

"Chad, what are you doing?"

Chad sensed my doubt and unhurriedly explained, "The herbal tea you just drank needs to be guided down into your core. That's the only way it'll work."

With that, he placed one hand on my neck. His other palm gently glided downward until he was pressing against my chest, and something in my throat was pushed into my stomach.

Perhaps it was the medicine kicking in, but a slow heat began to gather in my lower abdomen.

Still, Chad's techniques felt far from professional. He cupped his hands over my bare chest and kneaded with a firm pressure.

I couldn't help but moan. That felt unexpectedly good.

A tingling numbness spread through my bones, and my blood began to simmer.

No! I was here to treat my stomach pain, but why did it feel like I came for something else?

Fortunately, I still had some layers on, so I wasn't completely exposed.

But the next moment, Chad's hands slipped behind my back to fumble with the clasp. I couldn't hold back any longer and panickedly grabbed his hands, staring at him in shock.

"You can't take that off. There's nothing underneath," I said.

Chad didn't look flustered at all. Instead, he calmly said, "You can't be wearing anything for the treatment to work. There has to be skin-to-skin contact."

He sounded so experienced and certain that it felt like he had done this a thousand times. For some reason, I stayed silent and allowed him to continue.

Chad quickly took off my bra, and my soft globes sprang free. Even my two peaks were slightly hardened.

He kept his hand on my throat and slowly moved downward. When his hands came to my heaving chest, I could feel my heart pounding violently.

Then, he took them both in his hands and pinched the buds.

A sharp jolt of electricity from deep within my bones shot throughout my body, and I felt so numb and limp as if I had been drained of all my strength.

While I let Chad continue, I couldn't help but ask, "Chad, does this really work?"

He smiled and looked at me. "Your body's responding strongly. That means you're usually starved, aren't you? I'll guide out the toxic energy in your body so you won't suffer anymore."

Knowing that he had seen through my desires made me embarrassed, and I couldn't help but press my legs closer.

Sure enough, he was pretty skilled, since he could effortlessly tell that there was toxic energy in my body.

He uncapped the oil again and dripped two droplets onto my chest. Then, he pressed his palms down and slowly slid past my navel to my lower abdomen.

Feeling the slick glide of the oil combined with his broad, warm hands, I could feel the fire in my stomach roar until my breathing turned ragged and uneven.

"Chad…" I moaned. "W-Why does it feel hotter now?"

He didn't stop and pushed up from my stomach back to my chest. "The heat means it's working, and that the toxic energy is released. Now, open your legs and don't tense up."

As he spoke, he grabbed the waistband of my pants and yanked down hard…

I jolted and instinctively grabbed my pants, but it was still too late.

"Chad, do I have to take my pants off for a massage?"

I might be a lonely wife, but I knew there were lines I shouldn't cross, especially now that I was in Hank's hometown. I couldn't imagine how embarrassing it would be if word got out.

Suddenly, Chad moved his hand between my legs and stretched out his middle finger.

A wave of pure bliss erupted in my mind, and it felt almost like my bones had melted away. His perfect aim had hit my most sensitive part.

While I shivered in the aftershock of the touch, Chad gripped my pants again. "Stop holding back if you're hurting this much. I'll get out the rest of the toxic energy for you."

With that, he gave my pants a powerful tug downward…

I was paralyzed by pleasure, and all the strength in my body had drained away, so I could barely resist.

I lay under his gaze, completely exposed. It felt shameful, like I was stripped naked in the middle of the street, yet I couldn't help but feel a little too excited.

A warm stream started flowing out beneath me.

Chad pressed both hands onto my lower abdomen and pushed down hard. "Taking off your pants is the right thing to do so that the toxic energy can flow out from below. Otherwise, they're blocking the exit, and the treatment will be useless."

I was skeptical of his words, but the way he applied just the right amount of pressure was perfect. My entire body felt so incredible that I couldn't even think straight or care if he was right or wrong.

Soon, I could feel a stream flowing beneath me.

He roughly pried my legs apart and took in the sight.

"The flow of the toxic energy is too slow. I need to clear it for you."

Then, he pulled out his huge manhood and aimed straight at me.

Fuck! A size like that would totally break me!

I began to panic. This wasn't a doctor's visit; it was an affair!

I quickly snapped my legs shut, but Chad was far too strong. He shoved them wide and threw them over his shoulders.

That position ignited my darkest desires, and I found myself arching my back…