Chapter 107. The Count's Erectile Dysfunction
The Count's Erectile Dysfunction
It was the ultimate technique—one that would have made any ordinary man climax instantly.
Yet Lucian's member remained bowed in silence.
This wasn't mere relaxation. It was complete, lifeless unresponsiveness.
Ella pulled away, staring up at him in shock.
Lucian's face burned crimson with humiliation.
"My lord... could it be...?"
"Ahem! Lately... I've been exhausted from managing the territory. Yes, just temporary fatigue."
Lucian hastily adjusted his trousers, scolding her in a stern voice to mask his shame.
"And what do you think you're doing in the hallway? Have you no decorum? What if someone saw?"
"Tch... unbelievable."
Ella was speechless.
This was the same man who had taken her without restraint—in hallways, parlors, even inside carriages—like a beast in heat. And now he was lecturing her about propriety?
But her irritation was quickly overshadowed by concern. The legendary virility of Count Lucian, unable to rise even inside a woman's mouth? This was a crisis.
Lucian fled to his office and locked the door behind him.
He collapsed into his chair, clutching his head in despair.
She knows... Ella knows.
This was why he had been avoiding his retainer maids lately.
Pride.
His massive manhood had always been his pride, his symbol of power.
And now that it had failed him, he couldn't bear the thought of the women who adored him—who saw him as a hero—discovering the truth.
I don't understand. Why now?
For days, he had tried everything in secret.
Masturbating alone in his room, conjuring lewd fantasies.
Even spying on Nancy and the captain of the guard as they secretly coupled in the stables.
Normally, just watching others would have been enough to make him painfully hard. But though his mind burned with arousal, his body remained cold and unresponsive.
That was why he had turned to the ordinary maids.
Perhaps unfamiliar hands, untouched skin, new reactions—maybe that would spark something.
Their soft breasts, their wet pussies—his mind screamed to take them, but his treacherous cock remained lifeless, as if severed from his will.
Lucian stared down at his groin in despair.
Am I... am I truly impotent?
The kingdom's mightiest stallion had been reduced to a toothless tiger.
[The Maids' Emergency Meeting]
That night, the maids' lounge was as somber as a funeral.
Ella had delivered the devastating news: The Count's erectile dysfunction was confirmed.
"Good heavens... is it true?"
"What do we do...? Has he been depressed because of that?"
"Our poor master... I can't bear it..."
Their sorrow was genuine. Not because their pleasure had been cut off, but because their proud, vibrant lord had lost the very thing that defined his masculinity.
"He won't leave his room... he's barely eating," Riri sniffled.
A dark cloud had settled over the estate.
Then, from the corner, I-seo's face suddenly paled as a lightning bolt of realization struck her.
Wait... the timing lines up too perfectly.
The Count's condition had begun right after she had secretly administered her newly developed [Mana Overload Syndrome Vaccine] into his tea.
She had done it covertly because, ever since a previous incident where a magic potion of hers had left him running to the privy all day, Lucian had developed an aversion to anything labeled "magical medicine."
Could it... be another side effect?
I-seo's blood ran cold.
She had conducted trials—but only on lab rats and rabbits.
While the potion had calmed their urges, perhaps in a human—especially someone like Lucian, whose mana and libido were deeply intertwined—that "calming effect" had instead completely suppressed his sexual function.
Or had there been an issue with the ingredients?
I tried to stabilize his mana... but instead, I snuffed out the fire entirely.
She bit her lip. The horrifying truth dawned on her: I've castrated our master.
Fear gripped her. If the Count ever found out—
Eeek!
She shot to her feet.
"Where are you going, I-seo?"
"T-to the lab! I just remembered something urgent!"
She blurted out an excuse to the head maid and sprinted to her laboratory.
She needed an antidote. To restore her lord's lost manhood, she was prepared to lock herself in for days.
This wasn't a mistake.
It was a catastrophe.
[Days Later]
Ari stopped by the food storage to fetch ingredients when she spotted a massive shadow lurking in the darkness.
"...My lord?"
It was Lucian. He was rummaging through sacks of grain, searching for something.
"My lord!"
Worried, Ari rushed over and threw her arms around him. His haggard appearance over the past few days had left her heart aching, her eyes stinging with tears.
"What are you doing here? Are you looking for something?"
"Hmm? Ah, Ari. I was just... searching for something to help me relax..."
The Count avoided her gaze, his words evasive.
But as she held him, Ari noticed something strange.
His body was scorching—radiating heat like a man consumed by fever.
Is he ill? His fever is so intense...
Just as she reached to check his forehead, something pressed against her lower abdomen.
Something firm.
Something unyielding.
It nudged insistently against her skirt.
"My lord?!"
Instinctively, her hand flew down, brushing against the front of his trousers.
Her palm met an unyielding, familiar hardness.
There, as proud as ever—no, prouder than ever—stood Lucian's cock, as if declaring, I'm still here!
"Oh my! Goodness!"
Ari gasped, her eyes wide as she looked up at him. Lucian grimaced, his expression torn between embarrassment and discomfort.
"Ah..."
As he turned to leave, Ari grabbed his arm in a panic.
"Wait, my lord!"
Without hesitation, she dropped to her knees.
Her trembling fingers undid his belt and tugged his trousers down.
SPROING!
The imprisoned pillar sprang free, slapping against her cheek.
"Wow..."
Ari marveled.
Thick veins pulsed like writhing serpents, the engorged head threatening to burst. The king had returned from the dead.
"My lord! It's your magnificent cock, just as always! We were all so worried when we heard it wasn't rising lately... but how?"
Overjoyed, she nuzzled against the shaft, stroking it lovingly.
But Lucian only sighed.
"Yes... it's standing. But that's... another problem entirely."
"Problem?"
"It... won't go down."
Though embarrassed, he found it easier to confess to Ari than to Maria or Sophia.
Somehow, her youth made her judgment feel less daunting.
He admitted the painful truth.
"It's been like this for days. Even after ejaculating, even after cold baths... it won't soften. It throbs like it's about to explode."
His erectile dysfunction had vanished—only to be replaced by priapism. His mana, too, was dangerously unstable.
"Eh? Let me take care of it, then you'll feel better."
"No, that's not the issue—"
"Shh. Leave it to me."
Cutting him off, Ari parted her lips and swallowed the swollen head in one motion.
Slurp...
She sucked hungrily, as if starved for the taste she had missed so much.
Her tongue coiled around the crown, her mouth tightening around the shaft as she bobbed her head.
Schlick, schlick, GLURK!
"Ngh... Ari..."
Lucian's thighs trembled.
Her mouth was scorching, her movements feverish. She took him deep, her throat flexing around his length as she worked him with desperate enthusiasm.
Slurp! Gulp!
"Haah... yes... just like that..."
Lucian fisted a hand in her hair, his hips jerking.
Even if it wouldn't soften, the pleasure of release remained. No—it was more intense, his oversensitive nerves amplified from days of unrelenting arousal.
"I'm coming! Ari!"
SPLURT!
Hot seed flooded her mouth.
Ari didn't pull away. Instead, she swallowed every drop, her throat working greedily.
Gulp, gulp...
"Pwah..."
She licked her lips, cleaning the sticky remnants from his still-hard length.
But...
Even after she released him, Lucian's cock remained rigid, jutting proudly upward as if he hadn't just climaxed at all.
Huh...? It really won't go down?
Ari blinked. Normally, even the slightest softening would follow.
But she wasn't concerned.
Sometimes, when his mana is about to explode, it stays like this. He must be really worked up.
If anything, she was relieved. Once hadn't been enough for her anyway.
"Ari..."
Lucian's gaze darkened, turning feral.
His mouth wasn't enough. He needed something tighter.
He spun her around.
"Turn over."
Pushing her upper body onto a stack of flour sacks, he shoved her down roughly.
"Eek!"
Ari's face pressed into the flour as white dust billowed around them.
Lucian hiked up her maid's skirt, yanking her panties down.