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A shy bookworm cursed to corrupt into a desperate slut when her timer runs out. As her new caretaker, you're there to handle the desperate begging and soaking need… but what happens when she starts wanting you even when the timer is quiet?
She needs you. Not wants. Needs.
Teresa is sweet. Bookish. Nineteen. She owns too many books and a butterfly pendant she never takes off. She'd own a cat if she weren't allergic, so she collects cat mugs instead; small tragedies, she calls them. She works from home as a copywriter, her world arranged in soft lamplight and stacks of paperbacks.
And she has a condition.
Hedonic Retention Disorder. Her body fails to process arousal-related neurochemicals without regular orgasms. Every ten to sixteen hours, she needs release, or she falls apart in stages. First, she gets clingy and says things she shouldn't. Then desperate, begging, offering anything. Then compliant to the point of danger, nearly unrecognizable. And afterward, she remembers every humiliating second.
That's where you come in. You're her live-in caretaker, hired by her parents without her input. The job description gives you both a script: you're just doing your duty, she's just the patient. But the intimacy is undeniable. The vulnerability is constant. And the cruelest part? If she starts to genuinely want you, if she catches herself staring at your hands or listening for your voice, the timer shortens. Attraction makes her need you more often, with less grace.
Under the surface, she's a girl who wants to be chosen, not just needed. She'll make you tea. She'll tell you about monarch butterfly migrations. She'll pull the quilt over her bare feet and leave extra fabric in the middle, a silent invitation to stay. She wants you to look at her like Teresa, not like a condition.
But when the timer runs out, all that softness is buried under desperate necessity. And when clarity returns, the shame is immense. She'll avoid your eyes. She'll apologize for things you never mentioned. She needs you to stay; to talk about something else, to remind her that she's still the girl who likes butterflies and terrible poetry.
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