Dr. Ou’s Psychotherapy

Passion and Infatuation

Yi Zhize wanted to refuse, but the faint fragrance that seemed to be there made him unconsciously follow her lead.

Leaving the noisy hall, he marched in a direction unknown even to himself.

Can't.

Yi Zhize's reason told him.

Can't.

It was as if his soul had been split in two, one dazed, one awake.

He was led to a secluded room.

The room card ticked, cutting through the quiet of the night.

She pushed the door open and smiled tenderly at him.

Started to unbutton his shirt.

The hotter his body became, the colder his eyes became.

Yi Zhize took a deep breath and calmly gripped her wrist: "Let go."

She was stunned, obviously not expecting this: "What did you say?"

Thinking only of escaping the seductive scent, Yi Zhize practically burst out of the door, through the winding corridors and into the slightly chilly outdoors.

The restlessness did not let up.

Yi Zhize thought of the hallucinogenic drugs mentioned by the British doctor.

As his thoughts were running wild, he heard someone call out to him.

Yi Zhize closed his eyes in pain,

couldn’t,

it couldn't be him.

But at the bottom of his heart, there was an uncontrollable longing.

Longing for his touch.

Longing for his caress.

Longing for his guidance.

"Zhize," the sound of Ou Tingyun's approaching footsteps echoed in his ears, "I've been looking for you for a long time."

Yi Zhize's eyes lowered and he did not reply.

Just hearing his voice made the physical urge more and more difficult to suppress.

Ou Tingyun's scent was so vivid, as it had been the first time they had met.

The scent of patchouli and cedar in his nose.

It was the smell of hormones.

"You don't look well, what's wrong?" Ou Tingyun reached out to touch his forehead, but after a light touch, Yi Zhize stepped to the side to avoid it.

"Why is it so hot?" Ou Tingyun coaxed him, "Be good, let me see."

Yi Zhize didn't know how to answer, and he stood blankly in the night.

Ou Tingyun's palm covered his forehead, gently brushing the side of his face and moving around to travel across the nape of his neck.

The knot in his throat rolled, the thrill of pleasure practically dazzling him.

Fearing he would do something too much, he immediately pressed down on Ou Tingyun's hand, "That's enough."

His voice was suppressed, low and sensual.

Instantly aware of the delicacy of the situation, Ou Tingyun gently wrapped his arm around his shoulders, "Hmm? What does that mean?"

Although he knew the doctor had a wicked taste for teasing, it was clearly torturous for him at this moment: "I may have been exposed to some kind of hallucinogenic agent, so.... hmm."

The doctor didn't shy away from it and even touched down there ambiguously, saying meaningfully, "You're very excited, Zhize."

"Shut up!!!"

"What should we do?" Ou Tingyun wrapped his arms around him from behind and whispered in his ear, "The situation is a little tricky."

"Please send me back, I can sort it out myself."

"It must be very difficult," Ou Tingyun said seductively, "I can help you."

"Tingyun, stop joking"

"I'm not joking with you." Ou Tingyun tenderly caressed his lips, the touch of his fingers brushing against them bringing up a tingling current: "It is my inherent duty as your therapist to help patients de-escalate and catharise."

Yi Zhize's body began to tremble slightly, impulse and pleasure tearing away what was left of his sanity.

Ou Tingyun lifted his chin and dropped his head to kiss him.

Heaven and Earth turned upside down and the heat flowed straight to his heart.

The warmth of the touch mingled with the dexterity of the wetness and swallowed him whole.

He craned his neck up to accept the doctor's love.

Greed screamed for more.

Silver strands and heat flowing in one place, breaths burning and lengthening.

How lovely.

Ou Tingyun kissed the teardrop mole.

His patient was completely immersed in lust.

"Ze Ze, do you want to be here or?"

"No," Yi Zhize's mind was muddled, but he insisted, "not here."

"Okay," Ou Tingyun rubbed his hair, "let's go home."

There was no light in the treatment room, the curtains were not drawn, and there was a blue night and a bright moon outside.

A few rays of moonlight spilled in, seeming to cast shadows of the trees.

The sound of lips and tongues entwining was particularly tantalising in the silence of the night.

Ou Tingyun held him in his arms, his passionate kisses lingering endlessly.

It was a scene that could only be found in his fantasies, Ou Tingyun thought, a scene that could never be found in a psychotherapy room.

But this was his desire, his secret, his greed, his obsession.

Ou Tingyun held him close to him and said in a seductive whisper, "Ze Ze, do you like me, hmm?"

Yi Zhize had long been in a state of confusion and was completely unable to think, only expecting that he would give him more.

Hearing no answer, Ou Tingyun deliberately paused, "Ze Ze, be good, tell me, do you like it?"

"En." Yi Zhize suppressed, "Teacher, I’m having a hard time."

"Where is it hard?"

"Teacher, help me."

"Ze Ze, how can I help you if you don't tell me where?"

"Please," the bottom of Yi Zhize's eyes were dense with moisture, "I need you everywhere."

Being violently pushed down, the fierce deprivation and swift encroachment of compassion, like a beast that does not know what to do, completely sunk in the mingling of love and lust.

———

At noon the next day, Yi Zhize woke up with a momentary sense of disorientation.

Remembering the events of last night, his face instantly alternated between red and white, and when he moved his body, it ached all over.

A certain activity had been particularly intense due to the hallucinogenic effect.

He was extremely enthusiastic, and the doctor seemed to be tireless...

Demanding and pursuing over and over again.

He was gentle, at least he knew to help him clean up afterwards.

He was a tyrant, and Yi Zhize indignantly redefined him at the thought of being tossed into the situation he was in today.

Now, what should be done?

After calming down, Yi Zhize pondered for a while, but he had no answer.

After a while, he heard the subtle clang of the door to his room opening.

Ou Tingyun came to the bedside, smiling brightly, "Ze Ze, awake?"

Seeing him smiling like that, Yi Zhize could not seem to stop his pleasure: "En."

Ou Tingyun sat on the edge of the bed and kissed him on the forehead, "Good morning."

Yi Zhize froze as a wave of sweetness flooded his heart without reason.

Ou Tingyun frowned, "Ze Ze, why are you ignoring me?"

"Sorry," Yi Zhize gathered his thoughts and adjusted his breathing several times before he said seriously, "I'm sorry."

"I don't like to hear you apologise!"

"Tingyun, what happened yesterday, it was an accident."

"I don't care," Ou Tingyun's tone was quite firm, "What's done is done, you're responsible for me."

Yi Zhize sighed helplessly, "Dr. Ou, do you know what you're talking about?"

"Ze Ze, I like you."

Yi Zhize's breath caught in his throat, and the words that filled his belly were instantly forgotten.

Ou Tingyun took his hand in his, "Can we be together?"