Campus Sweetheart, Doctor's Possession

"I've got some things to take care of. You should leave," Gavin said to the female students.

They left reluctantly, even glancing back every few steps to look at him. Once they were gone, Elijah pushed me over to him.

"Dr. Driscoll, I'm counting on you to help my girlfriend," he said.

Gavin's gaze swept over me once before nodding. "No problem. Come in with me first. I'll start with a check-up."

There was no doubt that Elijah had already explained the whole situation to him beforehand. My face instantly burned red with embarrassment. My condition was simply too humiliating.

Faced with such a handsome doctor, I had the urge to turn around and run. However, my body seemed to move on its own. I followed him inside.

Once I sat down on the chair, Gavin closed the door behind us and slowly walked up to me.

I was too shy to lift my head. My gaze drifted downward, and what I saw left me dazed. Even in a relaxed state, the front of Gavin's pants displayed a very prominent bulge.

Sure enough, my earlier guess was correct—a person like him was definitely well-endowed and naturally gifted.

I couldn't help but start fantasizing. I pressed my thighs together so tightly that my body became a locked door.

Gavin stopped right in front of me.

"Your face is so flushed. Are you itching unbearably right now? All you can think about is having a man take you?"

He said it so bluntly that I froze for a moment, then I nodded almost reflexively.

"Yes, you're right. Just earlier, I wanted my boyfriend to…"

I caught myself mid-sentence and flushed bright red. How could Gavin ask me something like that?

Unexpectedly, he continued, "That's completely normal. Don't worry. Alright, now stand up."

I obediently got to my feet, but my eyes couldn't help drifting down to the front of his pants.

"Wh-what now?"

"Take off your skirt."

My head snapped up to look at him.

"Right… Right here?"

Gavin's eyes casually scanned the lower half of my body.

"You have a particular kind of addiction. Medically, it's called a sexual addiction, or a form of hypersexuality. To cure you, we first have to desensitize you.

"As long as you no longer feel anticipation for it, the addiction will naturally fade. Now, take off your skirt. I'm going to use instruments to test your current sensitivity level and decide how best to desensitize you."

The thought of Gavin using some tools to… desensitize me, with Elijah right outside the door, made me feel so embarrassed that my addiction nearly went into overdrive.

I'd already been struggling to hold back all day. Just imagining Gavin doing those things to me made me unconsciously lift my short skirt slightly.

He stepped closer, stared at my panties, and clicked his tongue.

"Your panties are already completely drenched, which means you've been in an unbearable state for a while now. So why are you still pretending to be shy? From now on, you will do exactly as I say. Be good. I'm a doctor, after all."

He reached into a nearby drawer and took out a huge toy.

Before I could take a good look at it, Gavin was already standing in front of me again. With a crisp smack, he slapped the toy against my butt.

A muffled groan escaped my throat, and my legs became so weak I could barely stand upright.

Gavin wrapped an arm around my waist. With the hand holding the toy, he slid my panties down, then slowly inserted it.

"Your sensitivity is off the charts. Even a regular model already makes you this excited. Look—the current wetness reading is maxed out. It seems we'll need a special instrument."

He pulled the toy out, and I saw that the display read "100%". Inside, I felt utterly mortified, but my body was enjoying it a lot. I even wished he had left it in a bit longer.

While I was still dazed, I saw Gavin take off his white coat.

Underneath was a tight tank top that perfectly outlined his powerful, muscular build.

I felt even warmer.

Then, I realized he had taken off his pants, too. His impressive bulge made my mouth fall open, and my breathing turned rapid and shallow.

"Dr. Driscoll, you… you…"

He stepped closer.

"We need something this huge to properly test how deep your need really goes. After a few sessions like this, you'll be fully satisfied, and you won't crave men anymore."

A tingling numbness shot straight to the top of my head. Wave after wave of heat surged through me.

He pressed me back down onto the chair.

"Be good. Lift your hips. Supportive treatment isn't enough. I'll have to help you personally."

His hard, scorching length pressed right up against me from behind.