The Plague of Desire

I’m just a farmer’s wife, yet I’ve been suffering from an unbearable addiction. The frequent flare-ups have thrown our entire autumn harvest into chaos.

With no other choice, I followed my husband, Tom Reed, to seek help from the new young town doctor, Dr. Cole Carter, but his method of treatment completely broke me…

On the way to the doctor's appointment with Tom, Tom Reed, my urges returned. It felt like countless snakes were crawling into my vagina, and the throbbing was unbearable.

My vision blurred as I squeezed my legs together, my gaze pleading with Tom for assistance.

He cursed me under his breath, "Shameless wench."

Tears fell one after another. Tom was initially happy about this condition, but after a while, he couldn't bear it anymore.

He broke off a thick corn cob and handed it to me, "Go and relieve yourself."

I slipped into the cornfield, quickly stripped off my pants, and prepared to begin.

Suddenly, someone hugged me from behind. Thinking it was Tom, I turned around, panting heavily, and opened my eyes to find it wasn't him. I reached out to push him away and try to run, but his grip was like a vice. I screamed for help, but there was no response.

How could he not hear me in such a deserted cornfield? I suddenly remembered that a few days ago, he had said that he wanted to find me a man.

Tom probably let this man locate me on purpose. The corn was still stuffed in me, and the intense ascension to reach my peak had left me limp. Soon, I lost the energy even to say a word.

The man took advantage of the situation and knocked me down, lifting my legs over his shoulders. Terror overwhelmed me, and I struggled against him with all my might.

Just as he was about to unzip his pants, I picked up some nearby corn leaves and smeared them on his face.

He wasn't paying attention, and the corn leaves landed right in his eyes. The sharp corn leaves pricked his sight, and he slapped me hard while cursing me.

Perhaps sensing something was amiss, Tom hurried in.

"Your wife is trash! She almost blinded me! Find someone else!" the man snapped, tossing fifty dollars on the ground and leaving angrily.

Tom helped me up and asked if I was okay. My heart ached, and tears began to fall again. "How dare you ask? Isn't it your fault?"

"What kind of husband are you? Not only do you let others have sex with your wife, but you're also paying for it. You're a complete jerk!" I glared at him, fueled by anger.

Unfortunately, he didn't think he was being harsh. He even scolded me, "It's because you have this nasty condition. You're constantly like a dog in heat, and you want me to bed you 24/7. Winter's almost here. Are you even going to harvest the crops?

"The crops are all frozen to nothing