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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…

Seorang wanita datang ke lokasi proyek. Semua orang mengira aku wanita murahan dan mencoba mendekatiku demi kesenangan…

“Nyonya, baju harus dilepas, benar, pakaian dalam juga.” “Silakan duduk dan angkat dadamu sedikit lebih tinggi.” Di atas tempat tidur yang luas, seorang wanita gemuk setengah bersandar di tempat tidur dengan tubuh bagian atasnya telanjang dan menawarkan dadanya yang menjulang tinggi kepada pria asing di samping tempat tidur, di bawah belaian pria itu dia bergemetar dan mengeluarkan cairan.

เพื่อนสาวในที่ทำงานชอบแวะไปร้านนวดสัปดาห์ละห้าวันเป็นอย่างต่ำ ทุกครั้งที่ไป วันต่อมาเธอจะมาทำงานที่ออฟฟิศด้วยสีหน้าแจ่มใสอย่างมาก ฉันอดใจไม่ไหวเลยถามเธอว่า หมอนวดที่ร้านฝีมือดีมากขนาดนั้นเลยเหรอ? สัปดาห์หนึ่งเธอถึงไปตั้งห้าครั้ง? เธอยิ้มและตอบกลับมาว่า ฝีมือของหมอนวดเก่งระดับไม่มีใครเทียบได้เลยล่ะ เธอลองไปนวดดูสักครั้งก็จะรู้เอง ด้วยเหตุนี้เอง ฉันจึงตามเพื่อนร่วมงานคนนั้นไปที่ร้านนวดที่มีชื่อว่า ‘ลุ่มหลง’ นับจากนั้นเป็นต้นมาฉันก็ถอนตัวออกมาไม่ได้เลย

I’ve always been someone with a strong, restless libido I can’t quite explain. I’ve never gone to a doctor about it, but I know myself well enough to realize it’s something that comes and goes in waves, especially when I'm ovulating. During that time of the month, I'd need to do it two to three times a day or my body would feel extremely uncomfortable. Normally, my tall, broad-shouldered husband would be the one to ease that ache and fill the emptiness in me. However, lately he’s been impossibly busy, away on business trips for weeks at a time…

My boss, who made me work overtime every single day, finally got what was coming to him. Somehow, he got connected to my new keyboard. It was like he was synced to it. His face flushed red, his eyes brimming with tears. "Don't type anymore," he begged. I just smiled and nudged the mouse. "Don't move the mouse either!" 'Do you expect me to just stop because you said so? Wouldn't that make me look pathetic?' I thought to myself. I kept working until midnight. Just as I was about to leave, I glanced down. The carpet at my boss's feet was soaked through. I figured he must have knocked over his glass of water.

I only needed to transmigrate into the romance book and complete the mission in it to receive a reward worth tens of millions of dollars. I was so carried away by such an incredible opportunity that I registered without hesitation. After transmigrating into the book, I realized too late that my mission was to win the male lead’s heart, who happened to be my roommate. Additionally, something strange began to happen to my body. I was a man, but I developed abilities that only appeared in women after childbirth. One day, he cornered me in the room. When he saw my soaked top, he gulped and asked, “Can I try?”

My best friend takes me to a beauty salon for a facial. A young and handsome employee there latches onto me. He's tall, good-looking, and is great with women. He knows just the right things to say and is flirtatious without being lecherous. He shows me the pleasures of being a woman… I forget all about my boyfriend and allow him to make me descend into the throes of passion. What I don't know is that there's a price I can't pay behind the gentleness…

"They were entwined with each other, luxuriating in the throes of passion, the man's robust body..." I was hiding in my office, secretly penning the next development in my story, when a voice from behind me began to read my words aloud, one by one. It was the new intern, a young man. I trembled, pleading with him, "Please, don't tell anyone." He adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses, his hands bracing the edge of the desk, trapping me between his arms. "So, this is what you like?" His throat bobbed, and a smile played on his lips, "Then, why don't we... try it out, just the two of us...

My childhood friend said that he was connected with the doll. Now that he had lost it, he called me up to cry. One hand held my phone as I consoled him, while the other toyed with the doll. His voice began to take on a more interesting tone with my purposeful touches… I squeezed and pinched the toy and comforted him, “Shh, I agree with you. Whoever took your toy is a terrible person…”