Conquering The Trial Of Love

No one knew that I was a sex addict until the company's team building exercise.

I had forgotten to bring my medicine along for that night and was assigned to a tent with a male colleague.

I was in tears as I climaxed right before his eyes, and now that there was no turning back, my impulses spiralled further away from control…

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Due to my addiction, my heart had been pounding the moment the supervisor came and told us we were staying the night at the hot springs.

If I even had an instant of skin contact with a man, my libido would flare up in minor cases, and in worst cases, I would straight up get an orgasm.

I had never told anyone because it was just so embarrassing, and when I was younger, I had presumed I'd simply get better once I was an adult. That was until I realized the symptoms were getting even more out of control, and there was that one time I almost moaned out loud in public.

Fighting back the embarrassment that almost killed me, I went to the doctor and got some medicine.

However, I had forgotten to bring my medicine as this team building exercise was organized out of the blue, and very far from my home.

Even as I fought against the fear eating me inside, warning myself to restrain myself and stay well behind, our supervisor suddenly announced, "Sorry, guys, all the rooms have been booked… but we have tents! There aren't many, so we're just going to have to make do. Ruth, you're going to Dean's tent."

And that was how we got to the situation right now—me, a sex addict with no meds within reach, following the burly man into the tent.

I did my best to keep to a corner in the tent, biting my lip and closing my eyes, while telling myself to fall asleep as soon as I could before the last dosage lost effect.

But that was when Dean came to me.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

I could feel his body warmth from my back, and my skin was already crawling.

"Nothing. I'm fine."

Please, just stay away from me!

But even as the stimulation extended from my skin to the rest of my body, I knew the pain was coming.

I checked my phone and only saw that it was midnight—six hours since I had last taken my pills.

It was losing effect soon.