Chapter 3

The therapist was really good at his job. He applied just the right amount of pressure at the right angle, pressing his hand at my most sensitive spot.

"Oh!" I could no longer hold myself back, and soft, alluring moans escaped my mouth. My body began shaking uncontrollably. The heat between my legs continued to build.

"Why… Why does… Why does this feel so good? I really… I really can't take it anymore."

I was in so much pleasure that tears threatened to spill from my eyes. All my life, I had never felt anything like that before.

The therapist continued to apply pressure with his palm. As he lifted one of my legs onto his shoulder, he began playing with my sweet spot.

The pleasure was too much for me. My stomach kept heaving slightly.

The therapist kept comforting me. "Yes. That's right. Release everything, and you'll be back to normal."

I was so close to exploding that I felt my self-control slipping away.

"Sir, when will this be over? I really can't take it any longer."

"Hang in there. It'll be over soon." He repositioned me so I was lying on my side. He lifted one of my legs up high and bent it, holding it against him.

With his other hand, he kept massaging my plump bottom, rubbing and squeezing it repeatedly. This man was clearly being inappropriate.

What kind of bone-setting therapy was this?

Still, the massage made me feel like I was on cloud nine. A rich warmth seemed to flow through my body. Under his strong hands, I felt like I could come apart any moment.

I was getting more soaked with every second. A pleasant shiver ran down my spine.

Seeing that I was on the edge, he had me get down on all fours on the bed, my bottom raised high in the air.

My rear was right in his face. This position was deeply humiliating.

With his hands on my bottom, he brushed his face along my skin. "This is a special treatment. I can use my breath to draw out the negative energy from your body."

The therapist buried his head in my butt, greedily taking in the scent of my body. From time to time, he would compliment me, saying, "You smell amazing. You don't stink at all."

This level of intimacy made the tingling sensation almost unbearable. I was completely soaked.

The therapist sensed something was off. He hooked his fingers into the waistband of my underwear and gently pulled it down.

In a split second, my round, firm cheeks were on full display before him. Even my slick folds were completely exposed to him.

"The therapy is working very well. Almost all of the toxins have been flushed out."

With that, he buried his head in my rear and licked me. He ran his tongue along my slit, and I almost reached my peak. I thought I might even explode from that pleasure.

I bet no one used their tongue during bone-setting therapy. His mouth was even on…

"Oh… What are you doing? That feels… That feels so good." My legs went weak, trembling from the tingling sensation.

Even my bottom was jiggling. My soft skin was slick with wetness.

The therapist suddenly grabbed my waist, and I felt something hard press against my bottom. That touch was unmistakable. He actually took off his pants!

His arousal was burning hot—hard and thick. He felt so powerful as he pressed against my butt. He kept rubbing himself against me, as if he was inviting me to ride him.

I lay face down on the bed, my hands clenched into fists. Beads of sweat formed on my temples. The pleasure was building inside me.

"Please… I'm begging you. Help me recover. I can't take this anymore."

Hearing my alluring voice, he lifted my cheeks, exposing them completely. "We're reaching the last step of the treatment. Once this is over, your condition will be cured."

With that, he lifted his hips and thrust into me.