My Story No Longer Includes You

On the surface, Connor Shaw appears to be the coolheaded, celibate follower of the Fyerian faith who lives like a monk. All of Jewelton knows that about him. Behind closed doors, however, he suffers from a severe case of compulsive sexual disorder.

According to the traditions of the merpeople, a mermaid like Sylvie Waverly will have to marry the first human she meets and perform the ultimate act of intimacy 999 times.

Masquerading as a lovesick doormat, Sylvie does everything she can to marry Connor. However, the only one in Connor's heart is Anna Larson, his first love. Everyone assumes Sylvie will get jealous, but all she wants is to complete her mission as soon as possible and return to her own world.

Once Connor has bedded her 999 times, Sylvie leaves him without a second thought.

By the time Connor realizes Sylvie is the mermaid who saved him all those years ago and that she alone can cure him of his compulsive sexual disorder, it is all too late.

All throughout their seven-year marriage, Connor Shaw would always offer prayer and worship to the God of his Fyerian faith before he ravished Sylvie Waverly.

As they did the deed before the home altar, Sylvie couldn't stand the pain. She turned around to beg for mercy.

"Keep your mask in place, and don't turn around," Connor instructed quietly.

Sylvie was briefly startled, but Connor soon made it impossible for her to focus. After some time, she heard him let out a low moan.

She was a little out of it as she lay on the cold, hard floor. Her legs were still trembling.

Now that the deed was done, Connor calmly pulled on a white dressing gown before tossing Sylvie a handkerchief. "Wipe it up. Don't sully God's eyes."

Sylvie took a while to recover. Then, after she'd shakily put on her clothes and turned to leave, she heard Connor on the phone with his doctor, Gerald Dunn.

Standing just outside the door, he openly stated, "I only married Sylvie to deal with my compulsive sexual disorder. Once you're able to treat my condition, I'll divorce her."

Upon hearing the mention of divorce, Sylvie felt as though a weight had been lifted off her shoulders.

Connor was a devout follower of the Fyerian faith who seemingly lived like a monk, but he suffered from a compulsive sexual disorder. Only the natural body scent of a mermaid like Sylvie could satisfy the lust that was buried deep within him.

Every time they got intimate, Connor would get Sylvie to wear a mask so that he could imagine she was Anna Larson, his first love.

Since they got married, Sylvie had carefully protected Connor's reputation in Jewelton for being chaste and religious. Everyone around him thought he was keeping his chastity intact for Anna. Sylvie was the only one who knew just how wild and frenzied he became.

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