I originally thought Maeve would resist.
But when she walked out, she was only wearing underwear.
And it was the kind of lingerie that was incredibly seductive.
Two bunnies hopped, complementing her slender waist and model-esque long legs, and most strikingly, that face so innocent it seemed untouched by worldly desires.
At that moment.
Dirk Carter finally understood Gino Paine's happiness.
"What do you need me to do? Just say it."
Maeve put her hands on her hips and asked.
"Uh... well..."
Originally, he intended to mentally prepare her, but now Dirk needed to control himself instead.
He took a deep breath.
And asked, "Should we go to the bedroom? After all..."
"No need, the living room is fine. Should I get completely naked?"
Before Dirk could even agree.
Maeve's hand reached behind her, and with a gentle motion, the last bit of covering on her upper body slipped down.
Then.
As if no one were there.
She sat on the couch and asked, "Should I lie down or face down?"
Her condition was indeed serious.
Having no desire for men, she naturally didn't care about a man's gaze, which was why her usual attire was quite bold.
One might think her private life was chaotic.
In fact, she was cleaner than anyone else.
"Well... face down first."
Dirk said.
Maeve lay down on the couch, her smooth back and firm buttocks fully exposed.
Now, Dirk wasn't sure how to proceed.
"Dirk, how will you treat this?"
Delilah Goodman asked from the side.
Dirk paused, saying, "How should I put it? Simply put, Miss Maeve's disinterest in men is because certain switches in her body are turned off, and what I need to do now is turn those switches on."
"Then I leave it to you. I'll go make something to eat for you both."
Delilah nodded and turned to the kitchen.
Facing such a body, if a man's heart didn't stir, he wouldn't be a man.
Dirk took another deep breath.
Suppressing the flames inside.
He rubbed his hands vigorously, warming them up, then placed them on the acupuncture points on her thigh.
At the moment of contact.
Maeve's brows furrowed.
Her body twitched slightly.
It wasn't an electrifying feeling, but an innate aversion.
But strangely enough.
Maeve's body was naturally repelled by men.
Whenever a man touched her, her body would instinctively reject it.
But now, she managed to endure it.
Dirk pressed on the various acupuncture points on her back for about ten minutes.
Then he had Maeve turn over.
Compared to her back, the front side was even more blood-stirring.
Dirk's fingers probed all over her body, not missing any of the sensitive spots, and after another ten minutes, Maeve's originally tense face began to relax gradually.
Her lips gently pursed.
Her face slowly turned a little rosy.
As Dirk continued the massage.
A soft moan unexpectedly escaped her throat.
This indicated that she was beginning to notice changes in her body, and she could find some pleasure in Dirk's massage.
Just when she closed her eyes.
Ready to continue enjoying it.
Dirk's hands stopped moving.
"What's wrong?"
Maeve asked.
Dirk stretched a bit and said, "Curing this kind of condition in one go is impossible. It likely needs another session. That's all for today, and we can schedule another one when you have time."
"Oh."
For some reason.
Maeve felt a bit disappointed.
Back in her room.
Standing in front of the mirror, she noticed, astonishingly, that her skin had become more supple.
She touched her body with her hand.
Indeed, she noticed some subtle changes.
Initially, she just had a try-it-and-see mindset, but now she was quite sure that Dirk truly had the ability to cure her.
Thinking of this.
She embarrassingly blushed.
Blushed?
She had never experienced such a feeling before.
When she changed into pajamas and came out, Delilah was already at the dining table, but Dirk was nowhere in sight.
"Sis, where's Dirk?"
Delilah picked up her chopsticks and said, "He left because he had something to do. So, how was it? Feeling any effect?"
Thinking of the scene earlier, Maeve's face flushed.
Seeing this, Delilah suddenly exclaimed in surprise, "You're blushing! You're actually blushing. Before, you never even blushed or gasped seeing men naked, so it seems Dirk really made a difference."
"Oh, sis, stop teasing me like that."
Maeve playfully hit Delilah.
Delilah exaggeratedly said in mock surprise, "Oh? Feeling shy now, huh? Looks like you're recoverable."
"Sis, I want to ask you, is it really that pleasurable?"
"Which one?"
"You know, with a man... that."
"How should I put it? It's hard to describe the feeling. Once you're cured, why not find a man and try it out?"
"I don't even have a boyfriend. Who would I even try it with?"
"Dirk is not bad, it seems. Why not give it a shot?"
Delilah slyly suggested.
Maeve playfully hit her again, feigning anger, "Sis, listen to yourself sounding like a madam!"
Although she complained.
Her mind was actually fantasizing about that scenario.
She had thought about it before.
But every time she thought about it, it made her feel disgusted.
Although her body still rejected it, it somehow didn't feel as disgusting anymore.
"Sis, my transfer order is coming out tomorrow, and I found an apartment ready. I'll pack up and move in tomorrow."
Maeve said while eating.
Delilah said, "That's great. I'll give you Dirk's phone number later, and you can schedule with him whenever you're free."
At this point.
Delilah seemed to have recalled something.
She paused and asked, "You're transferring from the municipal public security bureau to the special task force, does it mean Dylan Tate's case involves a criminal case?"
"Sis, I'm not at liberty to say."
"Alright, I understand the rules, so I won't ask. But there's one thing I must remind you of. The special task force is also investigating Dirk. He's the foster son of Dylan Tate, so be cautious to avoid unnecessary entanglements."
"Really? Okay, sis, I will be careful."
Dirk turns out to be Dylan Tate's foster son.
This aspect caught Maeve by surprise.
However, it made her demeanor more serious.
After leaving Delilah's house, the cold wind sobered Dirk up quite a bit.
The reason he left without having dinner was not out of politeness, but because he felt close to his breaking point. This pair of sisters each had their unique charm—Delilah was icy and elegant, while Maeve was pure and bold. Most importantly, he'd seen both of their bodies. If the atmosphere were any more ambiguous, he might have lost control.
The crisis at work was temporarily resolved.
But a greater crisis lay ahead.
There's possibly a criminal case involving Dylan Tate.
And Dirk had unknowingly got entangled in it before...