All Chapters of The Love Therapist: Chapter 1 - Chapter 8

I felt a little tentative as I did this. What if this pissed the client off?To my surprise, he wasn't pissed at all. In fact, it excited him. He got on all fours with his head plastered to the floor. His tone became ingratiating and overjoyed. "Yes, my queen! Don't step on me too hard, milady. You don't want to tire yourself."I was surprised to hear that. To tell the truth, this was my first time meeting such a client after being a love therapist for so long. In the past, we would always be the ones having to be careful when serving our clients. When had our clients ever treated us like this?A feeling of ecstasy rose within me. I didn't hold back. Instead, I stepped on the client's back more forcefully. "Are you telling me what to do?"The pressure from my foot made even his chest touch the floor. He turned his face so his cheek was pressed against the floor, getting dirt on it. He said cautiously, almost ingratiatingly, "Don't be mad, my queen. It's all my fault."Only then di

It was clearly the remote for the vibrator. Now, I knew why Marshmallow was here. He wanted some excitement!The onlookers started hyping things up. I didn't want to attract too much attention, so I took the ross and hurried to the expensive car. Marshmallow could tell I was upset; his smile faded slightly as he jogged to catch up with me.I turned on the vibrator when he started jogging. He faltered before awkwardly getting into the car. The windows were made of one-way glass, so no one could see what happened inside.Once Marshmallow was in the car, I kicked the back of the front seats. "Who allowed you to come here to look for me?"He seemed scared by my attitude. He said obediently, "Don't be mad, my queen. I made a mistake—I shouldn't have come without informing you. I'll make sure to ask you for permission before coming next time, okay?"His tone was humbled and lowly. He seemed to panic when he saw how mad I was. "Please don't be mad, milady. I'll do anything you want me to

After a dissection class, wouldn't the smell on the students' clothes be of formaldehyde and corpses? Why would Marshmallow's apartment smell of that?My mind was in a mess, but I subconsciously denied that possibility. Marshmallow was a regular white-collar worker. How could he have that smell around him?"It probably got onto me by accident. I'll go shower now." I felt like a wreck. I scrubbed myself several times in the shower before feeling like the smell was gone.When I came out, my dormmates asked about Marshmallow and his expensive car. "I never would've expected you to be pursued by such a rich and handsome guy! How far have you guys gone?"I waved a hand awkwardly. "It's not like that. We're just friends. There's nothing between us."They evidently didn't believe me and smiled at me. "Come on, are you really going to keep this a secret from us? We know that car is worth millions of dollars. He bought you the most expensive flowers available, too! It's not nice to keep us

Only then did Marshmallow smile in satisfaction and continue driving. To be safe, I texted my dormmates and sent them my location. I told them to call the cops if anything felt wrong.Once Marshmallow opened the door to his apartment, I frowned. The stench was even more apparent than before—he hadn't cleaned the place at all! And there wasn't any candlelight dinner!I backed away, but he'd already locked the door. He smiled faintly at me. "Have a seat, my queen. I'll go get changed."I was trembling with fear but could only put on a calm front and nod. Then, I sat on the couch, looking high and mighty like I'd always been around him.Once Marshmallow headed to his room, I shot toward the door, wanting to leave. Then, I found I couldn't open it. I broke out in a cold sweat."Where are you going, my queen?" Marshmallow's voice suddenly rang out behind me. It made me jolt in fear.I turned to see him wearing a raincoat and standing a few steps behind me. He smiled gently, but it see