I’m just a farmer’s wife, yet I’ve been suffering from an unbearable addiction. The frequent flare-ups have thrown our entire autumn harvest into chaos.

With no other choice, I followed my husband, Tom Reed, to seek help from the new young town doctor, Dr. Cole Carter, but his method of treatment completely broke me…

On the way to the doctor's appointment with Tom, Tom Reed, my urges returned. It felt like countless snakes were crawling into my vagina, and the throbbing was unbearable.

My vision blurred as I squeezed my legs together, my gaze pleading with Tom for assistance.

He cursed me under his breath, "Shameless wench."

Tears fell one after another. Tom was initially happy about this condition, but after a while, he couldn't bear it anymore.

He broke off a thick corn cob and handed it to me, "Go and relieve yourself."

I slipped into the cornfield, quickly stripped off my pants, and prepared to begin.

Suddenly, someone hugged me from behind. Thinking it was Tom, I turned around, panting heavily, and opened my eyes to find it wasn't him. I reached out to push him away and try to run, but his grip was like a vice. I screamed for help, but there was no response.

How could he not hear me in such a deserted cornfield? I suddenly remembered that a few days ago, he had said that he wanted to find me a man.

Tom probably let this man locate me on purpose. The corn was still stuffed in me, and the intense ascension to reach my peak had left me limp. Soon, I lost the energy even to say a word.

The man took advantage of the situation and knocked me down, lifting my legs over his shoulders. Terror overwhelmed me, and I struggled against him with all my might.

Just as he was about to unzip his pants, I picked up some nearby corn leaves and smeared them on his face.

He wasn't paying attention, and the corn leaves landed right in his eyes. The sharp corn leaves pricked his sight, and he slapped me hard while cursing me.

Perhaps sensing something was amiss, Tom hurried in.

"Your wife is trash! She almost blinded me! Find someone else!" the man snapped, tossing fifty dollars on the ground and leaving angrily.

Tom helped me up and asked if I was okay. My heart ached, and tears began to fall again. "How dare you ask? Isn't it your fault?"

"What kind of husband are you? Not only do you let others have sex with your wife, but you're also paying for it. You're a complete jerk!" I glared at him, fueled by anger.

Unfortunately, he didn't think he was being harsh. He even scolded me, "It's because you have this nasty condition. You're constantly like a dog in heat, and you want me to bed you 24/7. Winter's almost here. Are you even going to harvest the crops?

"The crops are all frozen to nothing in the rotten fields. We've worked all year for nothing and now we're going to have to starve!"

With that, he turned and stormed off.

Wiping my tears, I stood up and hurried to follow him. I knew it was my fault. He was very tolerant of me by not looking down on me.

I prayed inwardly that the town doctor would cure me. Otherwise, I feared that if the doctor failed, Tom might do what the old women whispered about—the kind of cure that involved a needle and no mercy.

Soon, I met the college-educated doctor, Dr. Cole Carter. To my surprise, he was a man. Even though I was a middle-aged woman, how could I let a male doctor examine such a private matter? I was about to leave, but Tom grabbed my hand.

"If you don't get treated, how are you going to harvest the crops?"

Thinking about how this condition had severely impacted our lives these days, I had no choice but to stay.

Finally overcoming my shock about the doctor being male, I finally took a quick look at Dr. Carter. He was handsome, with a strong build. His well-developed muscles framed his white coat impressively. It was the gold-rimmed glasses perched on his nose that made him look a bit stoic.

I was so engrossed in watching him that I didn't hear what Tom and he were saying until Tom said, "Dr. Carter, I'm leaving now. I'll leave Leah in your care."

Huh? Tom wasn't coming with me? Furthermore, his last sentence seemed rather suggestive.

After Tom left, Dr. Carter asked me what was ailing me. Although it was difficult to bring myself to speak, I still revealed the truth.

He wasn't surprised at all. When I asked if he had any medication, he said he needed to check me first.

I asked nervously, "How do I get examined? Should I lie down there?" I pointed to the bed next to me.

"No, let me take a look first," he said, kneeling down and starting to pull off my pants.

Frightened, I instinctively grabbed his hand. "What are you doing?"

"How can I examine you without taking off your pants?" he frowned.

My face flushed immediately. This guy was too aggressive.

"Then… then I'll do it myself." With that, I swallowed my shame and unbuttoned my pants.

Although I had been doing farm work for years, I had naturally fair skin that wouldn't tan. I didn't have any fine lines, and my skin was still supple. My son-in-law even mistook me for my daughter once and almost took me.

I could clearly hear Dr. Carter swallowing.

I was startled. Did Dr. Carter find me attractive? I could practically be his mother.

Then, he suddenly lifted one of my legs and leaned under it to examine me closely. His lush hair grazed my skin, and I instantly felt every nerve ending heighten. With a crash, I lost every semblance of control.

He stood up and picked up a piece of tissue paper from the table.

Seeing the familiar bodily fluids on his hands as he wiped his face, I was filled with shame and indignation. Being the wanton woman I was, I was unable to resist his devastating looks and came all over the clean-cut doctor's face.

"S-Sorry, I didn't mean to," I apologized softly.

"This is a normal reaction. In my eyes, you're just my patient," Dr. Carter said softly, and I relaxed.

When I lowered my legs, he said, "Raise your legs. The examination isn't over yet."

I had no choice but to lift one leg up again.

After wiping my mess up, he actually took out his phone and started filming the area.

Seeing my confusion, he explained, "Your bush is too dark. I can't see clearly."

I felt so embarrassed that I wanted to find a hole to crawl into. I thought I'd just get some medicine, but I never expected this kind of examination. I should have just shaved at home.

He studied the photo for a while and finally found the cause. "You have a fungal infection caused by an imbalance in your vaginal flora. It's a little late to treat you now. It's basically impossible to control the condition with medication at this stage."

I didn't understand what he was saying, but it seemed serious, and I immediately panicked. "What should we do then?"

"We're going to use a device to help reduce your sensitivity. Lie down first, and I'll see if you have many sensitive spots. If you do, I'll need to increase the dosage."

I hesitated, but then obeyed.

"Spread your legs a little." As he spoke, he half-knelt at the edge of the bed and began to examine me. His hands were cold, and the first contact with my skin made me shiver.

"Relax, or the test results won't be accurate."

I quickly closed my eyes and tried to relax. Then I felt a pair of cold, large hands moving back and forth, the calloused fingers rubbing against my skin and turning me on again.

My anxiety grew exponentially. If this continued, I might lose control again. My mind told me to stop it, but my body told me that I needed it harder.

"Is it sensitive here? Or here?" Dr. Carter applied some pressure and asked.

Soon, my body went limp, as if I were on fire. The agony made me dizzy, and my mind soon became a blur.

Fearing the situation would spiral out of control, I reached out to hold Dr. Carter's hand. However, before I could, he suddenly applied more pressure.

Like a single push of a button, I was devastated. My entire body and mind seemed to be screaming like crazy. My body began to buckle. My lips parted slightly, and my legs unconsciously spread wider.

Just as I was about to achieve ecstasy, Dr. Carter suddenly withdrew his hand. The end came abruptly, leaving me with a profound sense of loss.

"We're done. You have quite a few sensitive spots," Dr. Carter said, wiping his hands.

Although his expression was impassive, I noticed a startling bulge in his pants. Could Dr. Carter really be interested in me, a country woman who'd been farming all year round?

He was young and strong. Well, wasn't it said that students' joysticks were harder than diamonds? How exciting would it be to be taken by him?

Shit, what was I thinking? Luckily, he couldn't see through my thoughts, or he'd definitely call me shameless!

"Dr. Carter, is that all?"

"Yes, I'll tell you about the dildos."

Dr. Carter pulled out a box from underneath his table and opened it. Inside were silicon toys of varying lengths and thicknesses. The veins on them bulged, looking incredibly realistic.

I couldn't help but blush.

Nevertheless, he explained them to me with a serious, detailed expression, "This is a product meant to desensitize you. Apply the medication to it and use the product repeatedly to reduce sensitivity. It's crucial because most of your sensitive spots are deep inside."

I felt a little embarrassed. "Well, which one do you think is best for me?"

"Let me check and see which size is most suitable for you. But this is an internal examination. Does your husband need to be present?"

Why would he be present? We were both conservative folks from a small town. If he saw someone doing this to me, he'd definitely kick me out. Besides, it was a bit more exciting without him. In the end, for some reason, I said no.

"Okay, lie down," he said, drawing a curtain between us.

I bit my lip nervously, clutching the sheets tightly with both hands, feeling a mixture of fear and anticipation.

The moment Dr. Carter's rough hands handled me, the familiar tingling sensation returned.

I nearly cried out in pleasure several times, desperately digging into the ground with my toes.

"Yours is too deep. It's hard to reach. I need a different tool."

The moment Dr. Carter removed his hand, it felt like I plummeted off a cliff straight into cold, hollow air.

A few seconds later, I heard the sound of something being unzipped. Then, a hot and hard object pressed against me, and I immediately sensed something was amiss.

I reached down and pulled the curtain aside, looking up. Oh my God...