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I Was Cured of Satyriasis

When an ordinary man finds himself inside a medical consultation room, he is suddenly confronted by a breathtaking woman demanding an immediate examination. Although he lacks any medical training, his attempts to clarify the misunderstanding are cut short when she boldly reveals her smooth skin. Caught in a compromising position where his resolve is tested, he struggles to resist the allure of this unexpected encounter. This modern romance explores the consequences of a case of mistaken identity.
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Chapter 1

"Doctor, hurry up and examine me."

Inside the consultation room, a stunning woman was laying face down on the bed. She raised her hips toward me and asked me to examine her condition, but I wasn't a doctor.

Just as I was about to refuse, she pulled down her pants to reveal her fair, smooth back.

Who could possibly resist that?

My name's Cody Callister. Lately, something was wrong with me. I'd been constantly aroused, and I started thinking about women the moment I woke up every day.

No matter what I did, it wouldn't go down.

I started to suspect something was wrong with my body, so I went to the hospital for a check-up.

But by some ridiculous mistake, I ended up in the gynecology department.

To hide my obvious erection, I deliberately wore a lab coat to cover myself.

But who would've thought I'd be mistaken for a doctor.

A gorgeous young woman with an incredible figure saw me and immediately grabbed my arm.

With a pained expression, she said, "Doctor, please examine me. I've been so itchy down there these past few days. Even when my boyfriend is exhausted, it still won't stop."

I wanted to refuse, but she was too anxious and dragged me straight into a consultation room.

The room was empty. There was only a white bed in it.

She shut the door behind her and lay face down on the bed. Her back was facing me.

"Doctor, please treat me. I feel awful. You can use any method you want as long as you can cure me."

Her tone was suggestive. It was as if she was implying sex could be an option.

Looking at her full, rounded figure outlined beneath her yoga pants, it felt incredibly alluring to me.

The deep gap between her legs instantly stirred something within me.

I had come to the hospital because of my own satyriasic condition.

I couldn't take it anymore. Being constantly aroused wasn't just uncomfortable. It was affecting my daily life.

Now, faced with such a provocative scene, that pressure only intensified. The lab coat couldn't fully hide it anymore.

What a coincidence.

I clenched my jaw and tried to suppress the overwhelming urge.

I prepared to turn and leave. I was planning to go to the men's department instead.

After all, I came here to get treated and not to mess around.

But then she suddenly said, "Doctor, are you shy? It's nothing. Doctors see this all the time. You have a noble profession."

After saying that, she lifted her back higher and pulled her pants down.

Suddenly, she had exposed herself completely. She even made a bouncing motion.

Were they really that bouncy? I was tempted to give them a squeeze.

I swallowed hard. This was too much. What man could resist?

Almost against my will, I said, "Lift it a little higher. Spread your legs. Let me take a closer look."

She was incredibly obedient and did exactly as I said.

She even said, "Doctor, take a good look. You can pry them open too. Tell me, what's wrong with me?"

My heart raced. She was far too proactive. I had never even touched a woman this beautiful before.

Now she was right in front of me. No matter how strong my will was, I couldn't hold back.

Besides, I had my own condition. Maybe helping each other would solve both our problems.

With that thought, I gathered my courage and reached out.

Her skin was so smooth. What a sensation!

Her hips had just the right amount of firmness too!

I couldn't stop myself from touching her.

I kept running my hands over her and savored every inch of her skin.

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