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Synopsis
During my physical therapy, an accidental touch with my gorgeous therapist led to her making moves on me.
It wasn't until a private session that I realized a sinister conspiracy was lurking behind her sweet smile.
My name is Leo. A recent car accident left me with severe muscle tears in my leg, and the doctor urged me to start rehab as soon as possible if I ever wanted to walk normally again.
So, I signed up at the hospital's rehabilitation center.
The place was constantly packed, with patients crowding every single therapy room.
Wanting the best care, I paid extra for one-on-one private sessions.
My assigned physical therapist was Chloe, the clinic’s top-rated specialist.
Not only did she have a stunning face, but her curves were also completely unreal. She was my exact dream girl.
Every day, she wore a tailored, short white medical coat that showed off her long, toned legs. Every step she took was pure temptation.
That day, Chloe was demonstrating a few core recovery exercises for me.
Because she stretched too far, the top button on her coat suddenly popped open.
I couldn't take my eyes off her, terrified of missing a single second.
Then, as I tried to mirror her posture, my right hand slipped and brushed right against her chest.
The softness sent my heart racing through the roof.
Chloe simply laughed it off and reached over to adjust my posture.
From that moment on, something shifted inside me.
I started tracking her every move, constantly daydreaming about being with her.
At night, I tossed and turned in bed, her image burned into my mind.
Her laugh, her gaze, her touch... everything drove me crazy.
The next morning, I arrived at the clinic early, eager to see her.
Passing the staff locker room, I accidentally caught her changing.
Staring at her bare, sculpted back, I instinctively swallowed hard.
Suddenly, she turned around and met my gaze, her eyes narrowing with curiosity.
I spun on my heel immediately, pretending to take an urgent phone call.
A moment later, Chloe walked out.
She acted as if she hadn't noticed my little peek, casually asking how my leg was feeling.
Still, during the entire session, I couldn't focus at all.
Every time she leaned close, my eyes drifted straight to her body, sending waves of heat through my veins.
While doing a set of squats, my wandering mind caused me to lose balance and hit the floor.
Chloe reacted in a flash, catching me by the arms with a worried look. "Leo, are you okay?"
I gave an awkward laugh to cover my embarrassment. "Yeah, I'm good. Just a little tired, I guess."
Beneath my calm facade, a rush of panic and raw desire washed over me, refusing to settle down.
Halfway through the workout, Chloe suddenly pulled off her white coat, leaving only a tight sports bra and spandex shorts.
"It's getting pretty warm in here. You don't mind, do you?"
I froze for a second, stammering, "N-not at all."
She flashed a knowing smile, then dropped down right over my legs, pressing her body against mine.
"Your thighs are way too tense. Let me loosen up those muscles for you."
Dizzy with excitement, my hand unconsciously slid toward her bare thigh...
Just as I was about to touch her skin, Chloe gripped my wrist tightly, her eyes widening in surprise. "Oh my god, how are your hands so soft? They don't feel like a guy's hands at all."My heart skipped a beat, and I quickly pulled my hand back.
"Maybe... because I don't really do manual labor."
Chloe offered a sweet smile. "I see. Well, you definitely need to work out more."
I chuckled awkwardly, trying to change the subject. "Chloe, why did you decide to become a therapist anyway?"
At that question, she looked down, her eyes welling with tears. "Honestly, it was my dad's dream. He wanted me to take over his practice, settle down, and build a family. But he passed away last year... he never got to see any of it."
Before I could comfort her, she locked eyes with me. "Leo, would you help me?"
Looking at her pleading expression, I found myself at a loss for words.
After a brief pause, I nodded earnestly. "Of course. Anything I can do, I'll do it."
Her face instantly lit up. "Thank you, Leo. I actually want to take you for a deeper, more specialized therapy session. Meet me tonight at six at The Grand Horizon Hotel."
That evening, I showed up right on time.
I pushed the door open, but the hotel suite was completely empty.
I sat on the couch waiting for what felt like forever, yet there was still no sign of Chloe.
Just as I was about to give up and leave, the door clicked open.
Chloe walked in wearing sharp business attire, her makeup and styling far more alluring than usual.
I opened my mouth to greet her, but heard her muttering under her breath into her headset: "Boss, the mission is almost wrapped up."
I froze, confused. "What mission?"
A flicker of panic crossed her face before she smoothly covered it up. "Nothing! Just talking to myself."
I played it off, pretending not to care. "Chloe, when does this deep therapy session start?"
She visibly relaxed, giving me a mysterious smile. "Leo, I have a much better idea. Let's go to my private retreat. The equipment there is medical-grade, and the environment is way more comfortable. It'll speed up your recovery ten times faster."
I faked a surprised look, acting intrigued. "A private retreat? Sounds fancy. Is it really that miraculous?"
Chloe smiled proudly, a seductive spark dancing in her eyes. "Of course. I developed a proprietary recovery program there. Try it once, and I promise you'll never forget it for the rest of your life."
Shortly after, I followed Chloe to her secluded private wellness facility.
She brought me into a spacious, sterile room filled with state-of-the-art rehab machinery.
Smiling, Chloe pulled a bottle of essential oil from her bag and began massaging it across my skin.
"We're starting the official session now. Make sure you follow my lead."
Her hands were practiced and gentle, every stroke hitting the exact right pressure point.
Suddenly, a wave of unfamiliar sensation washed over me, making my entire body tense up.
"Leo, you have such interesting reactions."
She let out a soft giggle, her fingers tracing circles over my abs, kneading the muscle.
"Mmm, you're in great shape. Very solid."
Chloe chuckled softly, burying her face into my chest.
"Now, let's move into some deeper stretches."
My pulse spiked violently, my breathing turning shallow and ragged.
"Can you handle this?"
She pushed me down onto the mat, leaning over me with a teasing smirk.
My voice caught in my throat; all I could do was let her move me however she wanted.
"Relax. Don't be so stiff."
A moment later, she leaned in, whispering softly against my ear.
Every inch of skin she brushed felt like it was on fire.
"That should be enough warming up. Time for the next step."
I looked at her blankly. "Next step?"
Without answering, she led me into a heavily secluded, soundproof therapy room.
Glancing around, I noticed several large paintings and decorative pieces hanging on the walls.
I stepped closer to one particular canvas and realized something was off.
The edge of the frame bulged slightly, as if concealing something behind it.
"Chloe, there looks like something's hidden behind this frame."
She glanced over, then clicked a remote to turn on the wall-mounted screen, which began playing footage of a luxury hotel suite.
The scene playing was intensely intimate and provocative, enough to make anyone's blood boil.
"Next, you need to roleplay as a hotel guest and run through a live simulation with the staff."
A live simulation? Did she mean I had to...I stood there stunned. This was way beyond anything I had anticipated.
Chloe seemed to read my hesitation and spoke in a soothing tone. "Don't worry, it's just a psychological simulation. You won't get hurt. Besides, the only way your body can truly heal is if you let go of all your tension."
Yet my gut was screaming at me that something twisted was going on.
To figure out what she was really playing at, I pretended to go along with it.
The room was stocked with various props to simulate an authentic hotel suite.
"Leo, your session starts right now."
Chloe walked over, pulled out a cigarette, lit it, and pressed it against my lips.
I took it and drew a heavy drag.
But when I tried to exhale, I found my motor controls slipping.
Chloe told me that was a completely normal physiological reaction.
As the smoke settled deep in my lungs, an intense wave of heat rushed through my veins.
Right then, Chloe's phone started buzzing loudly.
She glanced at the screen, her brows furrowing, and turned to me. "I need to take this outside. Just keep training on your own."
With that, she spun around and stepped out of the room.
I didn't keep training. Instead, I began scanning every inch of the room, hunting for clues.
Suddenly, my eyes locked onto a tiny pinhole camera hidden inside the top of an ornament.
While I was staring intently at the lens, Chloe walked back in.
She strolled over, casually pointed at the camera, and shrugged. "I just installed that to monitor your vital signs in real time. That way, I can track your physical data accurately and tailor the perfect rehab routine for you."
I gave her an unconvinced look, my guard completely up.
Was that camera really just for tracking vitals?
Or did she have an entirely different agenda?
It was only then that I realized Chloe had changed her outfit. Her previous clothes were gone, replaced by a skin-tight black uniform.
The outfit was undeniably provocative, hugging every curve of her body, with sheer lace across the chest teasingly revealing her cleavage.
My breath hitched in my throat, my pulse thumping against my ribs.
Chloe seemed thrilled by my reaction. Flashing a wicked smile, she sauntered over and straddled my lap, wrapping her arms around my neck.
"Leo, your simulation partner for today is me," she purred, her voice dripping with temptation. "I'll act out different scenarios, and you just follow my lead."
I forced myself to keep my voice steady. "Chloe, are you sure about this?"
"Of course, Leo. This is all for your recovery."
Her hands trailed along my chest and shoulders, her fingers tracing lightly over my bare skin.
My heart was beating so wildly it felt ready to tear right out of my chest.
Suddenly, she dipped down and crushed her lips against mine, her hand sliding down my waist...
Chapters (3)
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
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