The Doctor Who Fed My Dangerous Need

I was startled as well, which finally snapped me back to my senses. My face burned a deep, fiery red, and I felt so embarrassed that I wanted to disappear. I kept my head lowered until I reached the area near Dr. Lancaster's clinic, and I quietly slipped in.

The nurse at his clinic didn't come in that day, so he was busy handling everything on his own. The previous patient had just left, and he was in the dispensary preparing medications, so he had me take a seat and wait for a moment.

But there was no way I could endure being alone with my thoughts.

"Dr. Lancaster, I feel like my state of mind is all wrong right now. I was fine after I took your medicine, but today, I can barely handle it anymore! What's wrong with me?"

I snuck into the dispensary and watched Dr. Lancaster while he worked diligently, constantly pestering and harassing him.

As soon as I saw him standing there in his white coat, I could no longer restrain myself. My hand found the crook of his neck, and I couldn't stop myself from breathing my own heat onto him. My face was flushed, and my eyes heavy with desire.

Dr. Lancaster was well aware of my condition. He must have realized that I had a thing for doctors.

Instead of judging me for my improper behavior, he patiently explained, "Medication can only suppress your symptoms temporarily. Once it wears off, the symptoms naturally return. Since you've just started the treatment, the rebound effect will actually make your impulses more intense."

Gaining his understanding allowed me to completely let go of my inhibitions. "I don't care, Dr. Lancaster. Your medicine has lost its effect, and right now I want… Oh, you have to help me!"

Noticing that he remained unmoved as he continued to prepare the medication, I boldly wrapped my arms around him from behind. The moment I touched him, I felt him shudder.

Realization dawned on me in a heartbeat. Dr. Lancaster wasn't unaffected. Clearly, he didn't dare look at me.

A strange sensation welled up inside me. I wondered if he was deliberately triggering my condition. Why else was his expression so odd?

But at that moment, I couldn't bring myself to care about any of that!

He was a doctor with a PhD from abroad with impeccable professional conduct. But no matter how disciplined he was, he was still a man. No one could remain completely unaffected unless they were impotent.

I could no longer withstand the pull of my own desires. I threw my arms around him, exhaling against the crook of his neck.

Dr. Lancaster immediately panicked and pushed me away. "W-Wait a minute, Nora. I-I need to go to the restroom!"

He seemed as though he was deathly afraid of me. However, I found myself feeling a little smug. From that brief touch just a moment ago, I realized he was definitely not as calm and unaffected as he pretended to be.

I began to strike one provocative pose after another in the dispensary. I even went so far as to undo my clothes while I waited for Dr. Lancaster to return so he could help me alleviate my condition.

I perched on the edge of the desk, the curve of my hips pressing against the wood as I twirled my long hair. A deep, rosy flush had already begun to bloom across my neck and chest.

At long last, Dr. Lancaster returned.

"Quick, drink your medicine, Nora!" he said. "You'll feel better once you do!"

However, in my current state, I couldn't care less about taking the medicine. The real "miracle cure" was standing right in front of me, in the form of Dr. Lancaster.

I obediently picked up the vial. "I feel so restless right now, Dr. Lancaster. I genuinely just want to… I'm afraid this little cup won't do a thing."

With that, I tilted my head back and downed the medicine in a single gulp.

"Wait—you've taken the wrong one!" Dr. Lancaster exclaimed. "That was a stimulant for a female patient with low libido!"

"Huh?"

No wonder… The moment I swallowed it, a searing heat coursed through me, scorching away the last of my sanity.

"Oh no, Dr. Lancaster, I'm losing control. You have to help me cool down. I feel like I'm on fire."

I was already deep in a symptomatic episode, and now that I'd ingested a stimulant, it felt worse than adding fuel to a fire. My eyes had already grown hazy and unfocused.

Before he could utter a word of protest, I threw myself into his arms and whispered into his ear, "Dr. Lancaster, right now, I'm not your patient. I'm just a bad woman. Now, come at me!"

As soon as my words fell, his whole body shuddered, and he abruptly pulled me into a crushing embrace.

"Oh, that feels so good…" I moaned.

He was so worked up that he was visibly flustered. However, I could tell immediately from the way he reacted that something was wrong. A shiver ran down my spine, and I instinctively buried myself deeper into his chest.

Dr. Lancaster's prescriptions were incredibly potent, but this arousal stimulant was something else entirely. It completely hijacked my brain. The sensation was ten times more intense than any episode I had ever experienced before.

When I threw myself into his arms, Dr. Lancaster completely lost the last of his restraint. I knew it. There was no such thing as a man who could remain composed forever.

"Nora, I-I can't help you. I really can't!" He kept me locked in his arms as he bolted toward the small bedroom where he usually rested.

I felt as though I were floating, and I felt the wetness at my core as I was spread open. I was about to let go and lose myself completely when Dr. Lancaster stood before me with a strange look on his face.