That evening, I told my husband about getting postpartum recovery treatment.

He didn't care what postpartum recovery involved and immediately transferred money to me.

I was extremely excited - as long as I got the treatment, my husband would definitely find me irresistible.

He sent me a location - a traditional medicine clinic in an upscale neighborhood, just a few miles from my place. I was both excited and nervous.

Early the next day, I took a cab to the clinic. The door was unlocked, and I pushed it open just as someone was coming out of a room.

That woman had a glowing face, was sweating profusely, and couldn't hide the smile on her face.

Everyone who came here was after his postpartum recovery treatment.

I curiously asked her: "How is Dr. Lee? Does it really work?"

She smiled coquettishly at me. "Oh honey, it works! I've been here several times - Dr. Lee really lives up to his reputation."

She lowered her voice and whispered suggestively: "Not gonna lie, I was a bit loose down there before! Now my husband can't get enough of me - oh, I won't say more!"

She left smiling, and the person inside came out.

"You must be Sarah Collins? Your appointment was for ten, right?"

I was stunned. What was going on?

This Dr. Lee was a man?

I nodded, still looking around for other doctors.

He had me sign some papers. "I'm the only one at this clinic, but don't worry - women and men are no different."

Hearing this made me blush a little. He was a doctor after all - what hadn't he seen?

"Are you doing this or not? If so, let's get started."

He looked up - his words sounded so suggestive.

I bit my teeth and nodded, following him inside.

His workspace was a small room with burning mugwort incense - quite comfortable actually.

This was my first time getting recovery treatment, so I didn't understand the process.

He looked at me: "Lie on that bed and take off your pants."

What? I was confused, but still obediently cooperated and removed my pants.

I lay on the bed, feeling inexplicably ashamed. I even started fantasizing about how his hands would feel moving across my body.

He explained some basic information, but I couldn't focus on any of it and could only nod.

Then his hand suddenly touched me, and I felt strange sensations in my body. I opened my mouth but it came out as a muffled moan.

"Mrs. Collins, relax. If it hurts, you can cry out."

I nodded with a red face.

He started by massaging my abdomen. I didn't expect it to be so painful and cried out directly.

But because my voice was naturally sweet, my cries took on a different tone when they left my mouth.

I blushed with embarrassment.

His voice was somewhat husky, but his hands had moved to my thighs: "Does it hurt? You can cry out."

His technique was very gentle, and I couldn't help trembling slightly.

Dr. Lee massaged my lower body, staying very close to me. I could clearly feel his body temperature rising too.

As he kneaded my abdomen, making me extremely comfortable, my mind was in complete chaos.

He soothed my emotions: "Don't be nervous, relax. Otherwise it's hard to massage you properly."

My heart was pounding, while he maintained a serious expression.

I couldn't help lowering my head, feeling somewhat embarrassed.

If only my husband was like this too.

He was still explaining things to me, but my mind had already wandered off.

I could clearly feel the dampness in my underwear, my face burning red. Just then, he suddenly moved his hand downward.

My body trembled as I bit my lip in complete shame.

He withdrew his hand and brought it to his nose to smell.

My head buzzed as he smiled ambiguously and straddled me.