The Embarrassing Treatment Plan
Lately I've been in a bad mood, so my friend suggests that I see a traditional medicine practitioner.
But I dare not do that, for I'm addicted to carnal pleasure. Rumors have it that a traditional medicine practitioner can easily tell what my addiction is.
Unfortunately, my body keeps going through changes I can't explain, so I can only head toward a clinic on my own.
As expected, the way the practitioner looks at me shifts instantly.
"You've been longing to get screwed out of your brains, right?"
He pins me on the desk before tugging off my damp panties…