During a physical education class, I injured my leg and, following my mother's advice, decided to receive chiropractic treatment. Upon entering the treatment room, I noticed the therapist—gentle yet emanating a strangely intriguing presence. Despite it being my first time, I gradually felt his hands moving beyond the injured area, until I realized they were touching my chest, waist, and even my most sensitive spots. Overwhelmed by indescribable confusion, I could do nothing but passively accept the treatment. As the careful, slow massage continued, my body and mind grew increasingly sensitive. Before long, I found myself completely dependent, feeling as though I could no longer move without his touch.