Chapter 222
I have to say, this kind of medicine for sexual enhancement really works. After taking it, my endurance and erection are both great. However, I can only take it once a day. Last night, in order to prove myself, I ejaculated four times. It can be said that it was the night when Katniss and I had the most and highest quality sex, but I overindulged. While studying business knowledge at Mia's during the day, even though I was trying hard to control myself, I felt mentally exhausted, with a sore back, weak limbs, and difficulty concentrating. The day's study was not very effective, and Mia occasionally furrowed her brow. Perhaps she also felt that my state today was strange, but she didn't say anything.
When I got home at night, my mental state hadn't improved at all and I looked very haggard. In the morning, Katniss teased me for being a deserter, but in the evening, seeing me in this state, she realized that I might have been too tired from the night before.
"Honey, how are you? Why do you look so haggard?" As soon as I walked in the door, Katniss helped me with my slippers. After changing my shoes, Katniss held my face and asked.
"Nothing, just last night." I didn't say much, just glanced at the dining table, where Katniss had already prepared the meal.
"I have nothing to do now. It's been a long time since I cooked for my husband. From now on, I will cook for you every day." Katniss, wearing an apron, was in good spirits, thanks to our intimate life.
"Did you take the medicine?" I asked, feeling worried.
"Three times a day, not missing a single dose." Katniss obediently replied.
"I mean birth control pills." Katniss thought I was asking about hormonal medications.
"I've taken those too." Katniss wasn't using any contraceptive rings at the moment. In case of pregnancy, which was not an option due to Katniss's hormonal imbalance, having a child was out of the question.
"Tomorrow, I'll accompany you to get the contraceptive ring." I didn't like using condoms during sex, so for safety reasons, I decided to add another layer of protection for Katniss.
"Sure, let's eat." Katniss didn't question any of my decisions at this point.
After dinner, I was tempted to take another sexual enhancement pill, but I resisted. I knew the side effects of the medication were significant, and overdoing it could ruin my body. That night, I didn't take the pill, but I failed to have sex with Katniss. Perhaps due to the excessive activity the night before, I couldn't get an erection. After a few attempts by Katniss to stimulate me, she gave up. Even though she could have resorted to oral sex when I was soft and penetration when I was hard, Katniss sensed that something was off with my body and decided to let me rest for my well-being. As I drifted off to sleep, I felt Katniss sneak out of bed to the bathroom in the middle of the night, and I knew what she was up to when she got out of bed.
The next day, Mia and I took the morning off, then accompanied Katniss to the hospital to get a new contraceptive ring. We also reissued our marriage certificate, officially remarrying. When I held the new marriage certificate, I felt a mix of emotions, while Katniss cried holding the certificate in the car for a long time. In the afternoon, I continued learning with Mia. Since we didn't have sex with Katniss the night before, my mental state was much better, and I was able to learn quickly and effectively.
When I returned home in the evening, I saw Katniss waiting for me to have dinner, but her spirits were noticeably lower than the day before. Normally, on the day we registered our marriage, Katniss should have been excited, but seeing her slightly dejected state, it was clear she hadn't been satisfied with our intimate life, just as the doctor had described.
While studying with Mia in the afternoon, I took the opportunity when Mia was out to insert an encrypted device into my computer and observe Katniss's use of a vibrator the night before. If Katniss could satisfy herself with a vibrator when I couldn't, it would be a good thing, as the vibrator could serve as a substitute for me. However, after watching the video, I was disappointed. I understood why Katniss had sighed after using the vibrator the first night, and why she seemed a bit down the following night.
When Katniss used the vibrator, perhaps due to psychological issues, she needed to apply lubricant before inserting it each time. After a while, her vagina stopped producing lubrication, forcing her to remove the vibrator multiple times to reapply lubricant to prevent it from becoming dry. Sexual addiction requires both physical and psychological stimulation, with the latter often being more important. It's like having sex with an unattractive woman - even if the physical stimulation is there, the lack of psychological attraction can affect arousal. The vibrator may provide physical stimulation for Katniss, but it can't provide the psychological stimulation she needs. While a real man might be like a supermodel in Katniss's mind, the vibrator is like an unattractive woman. Despite Katniss's efforts, her vagina stopped producing lubrication, and the friction between the vibrator and her vagina became increasingly dry, leading her to abandon her attempts at self-pleasure on those two nights.
To maintain Katniss's mental state, I had to take the sexual enhancement pill again that night. This time, I exercised restraint and only had sex with Katniss twice, with only one time leading her to a small climax, providing her with some relief. However, it seemed that I was not suited to taking the pill. The next day, I felt weak all over, with a headache and a heavy feeling in my head.
"What's wrong with you lately? How do you expect to learn all the CEO's management knowledge in this state? Should you give up now?" Mia finally burst out, as this was the fifth time I had been distracted during the day's study. Mia wasn't the type to shout, but when she was angry, her words were gentle and slow, yet her tone was cold, which was even more chilling than shouting.
"Sorry, I haven't been feeling well lately. I took some medication, which may have side effects." I explained with a wry smile, telling half-truths as the medication did have side effects. But I couldn't tell Mia that I was taking sexual enhancement pills, as that would be too embarrassing.
"I can tell. Do you want to come to my hospital for a check-up?" Mia's face softened upon hearing my explanation, confirming some of her suspicions. Out of a sense of friendship, she couldn't help but ask.
"No need, I'll just switch to a different medication." I didn't elaborate further, and Mia didn't ask more questions. But after that, Mia didn't teach me anything and told me to rest at home for a day. She knew that in this state, I couldn't learn anything and it would be a waste of time for both of us.
On the way home, I parked the car in the apartment complex and sat in the car smoking. I felt a sense of urgency - Mia didn't have much time for me. She was already busy, and the time she spent teaching me was very precious. But during the two days I took the sexual enhancement pills, I had wasted that time. I felt sorry for those wasted days. Mia had provided me with a great platform, and if I seized the opportunity, I could easily become an elite and even a nationally renowned business manager. I cherished this opportunity. Moreover, our family's once substantial assets had shrunk significantly due to all three of us falling ill. If I didn't find a lucrative job, how would I take care of my family and children in the future?
But what about Katniss? You can't have the best of both worlds. If I focused on Katniss, all my energy might be spent on her, and her recovery might be a long way off. Even if I satisfied her with medication in the end, allowing her to recover, by the time she did, I might be a complete wreck - physically, professionally, and even unable to support my family. It might even lead to my demise.
But if I neglected Katniss and focused solely on work, leaving her to fend for herself, how was that any different from killing her? Over time, if Katniss's sexual addiction went unsatisfied, she might not be able to control herself and seek out other men for casual encounters. Could I accept that? Even if I confined Katniss at home, her unsatisfied addiction might lead to mental breakdown, depression, and mania, eventually turning her into a schizophrenic with worsening conditions, coupled with her incomplete physical recovery, she might not live long.
What should I do? I often searched online for information and news about women with sexual addictions. Many women with sexual addictions, when their husbands couldn't satisfy them, ended up going to nightclubs to find men, changing partners every few days, and having a total of 300 sexual partners. Did I have to let Katniss go out hunting like those husbands?
If that was the case, I might as well...
As I thought about it, my eyes suddenly opened. Perhaps this was an unavoidable solution, one that I had to accept, and the best way to solve the problem for now. Even though Katniss and I had done it before, doing it once was the same as doing it a hundred times. Having sex with him was better than letting Katniss have sex with other men.
As I weighed my options, the best solution to save Katniss and myself was my father. My father's sexual abilities were beyond doubt - even without medication, he was much more potent than I was after taking the pills. With his size and endurance, satisfying Katniss might be easy.
But even if I decided to go through with it, how would I do it? After what had happened to Katniss, she was very obedient to me, seemingly afraid to defy me or make me angry. Would she dare to have an affair? Nathan was the same way - Jennifer had left, and I had even divorced Katniss, but Nathan didn't have the courage to come see me. How should I handle this situation? It seemed that the subtle nudges I used before were no longer effective, and the two of them wouldn't have any interaction behind my back.
After much contemplation, I decided to change my approach from subtle to direct. I flicked the cigarette butt out the car window, started the car, and drove towards my destination.
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