I Was Cured of Satyriasis
She gently nibbled my ear and murmured, "It's a deal. Whenever I feel the itch, I'll come to you. If you cure me, I'll treat you to a meal. If you don't, then we'll just keep trying."
I brushed her hair gently and smiled. "At this rate, that condition might never be cured."
She smiled and whispered into my ear, "Honestly, from the moment you crawled out from under the bed, I already knew I was cured."
We chatted and laughed until it got late. In the end, we reluctantly left the hospital.
Before parting ways, we even exchanged contact information.
Although I had only known Eva for a day, that strange sense of familiarity made me feel like I had fallen in love.
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