**Chapter 2**
It wasn’t just that I couldn’t feel a hard-on. I couldn’t even feel my dick down there at all.
Panic began to set in, but before it could fully take hold, the woman, the mother of this body, returned. If I recalled correctly from the system, her name was Rayla. She came back with a tray in her hands.
The time she had been gone was roughly ten minutes, so I had to assume that one cycle was about one minute. I would have to analyze everything further later, but this wasn’t my first rodeo. I already knew how to act so I wouldn’t be discovered.
“Here it is, sweetheart. I know you don’t like meat, but your father managed to get some beast meat, and I made sure to save some for you. You have to eat it to get better,” Rayla said in one breath, as if forcing her decision on me. She didn’t look overbearing, though. She seemed almost afraid I would reject her offer.
So I assumed that was how my predecessor used to act. Well, if that was the case, logically I should act the same way… but I wasn’t a cow. I ate meat, and I ate it with love.
“Of course, mother.” I didn’t know how this idiot used to call her, but given the medieval look of the clothes, even though the room itself didn’t fully match that impression, I decided to go with a slightly old-fashioned approach. Nothing so old that it would sound ancient.
“Oh, sweetie!” She exclaimed happily. “I’m so happy about that. Here, hurry and eat this.” She held out a slice of the perfectly roasted meat.
The meat wasn’t light in color, so it wasn’t pork. It was a little redder than beef, so I leaned more toward it being some kind of beef. I took a bite and was met by the heavenly taste of the meat.
She had called it a beast’s meat, so I wondered if it wasn’t from a normal animal. But it wasn’t tough in the least. It was properly tender and cooked all the way through to the center.
I didn’t show any humility and chowed everything down. However, I still left three pieces out of the seven for her even though I was hungry. I didn’t know what kind of image I had before, but now I needed to cement the image of a benevolent and kind son.
It wasn’t so she would be less mad when I eventually spanked her ass.
“Here, mother, have some as well,” I offered her a piece of the meat.
“No, sweetie, you need this to get better. Don’t worry about me,” she said, gently pushing my hand back toward me.
But I was insistent. “If you won’t eat, I won’t eat.” If she was spoiling me, there was no reason not to act a little like a spoiled brat.
“O-oh, of course,” she said hesitantly. Then she took a bite of the meat with those succulent lips, plump, pink, and perfectly moist. She wasn’t wearing any lipstick, and I doubted the stuff even existed in this time.
Maybe I could introduce such a miraculous thing to this world one day and become a genius for inventing something so desired by women. But for now, my focus stayed locked on the woman eating the meat with a soft smile on her face. If only it were my meat between those lips instead.
Finally, she finished and said, “Now you can eat.”
“I don’t think you finished it all. Open your mouth and let me see,” I said.
“Okay,” she answered with a smile and opened her mouth all the way. Strangely, there was no smell from her mouth at all, which was weird because I didn’t think toothbrushes or anything like them existed in this timeline. Maybe it was because of magic or whatever power existed in this world. Whatever the reason, the fact that the insides of her mouth were clean, pink, and fresh only turned me on even more.
However, I still felt nothing in the downtown area.
Rayla closed her mouth and said, “Now, it’s your turn, sweetie.”
I nodded and, without arguing, ate one more piece before giving her the other one, forcing her to eat that as well.
Finally, after another round of the “Open your mouth, ha ha ha” session, I was left alone. Rayla went to heat the water for my bath. She had said that since she had some medicine for me, she would rub it into my injuries, but because it would smell, I would need a bath right afterward.
Once again I didn’t argue. She left, saying she would be back after a few cycles.
The moment she was gone, I didn’t hesitate for even a second. I yanked the blanket off my body and was horrified by what I saw.
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Rayla returned after a few minutes. A few minutes was all the time I needed to calm down somewhat, but the depressed expression still sat heavy on my face.
She must have noticed, because she asked worriedly, “What’s wrong, sweetie?”
“Nothing,” I replied with a forced smile. “It’s just pain in some areas.”
Like my heart.
“Oh, don’t you worry. This blend will make the pain go away in just a day,” she said, showing me a dish with some sort of green paste. Just like she had mentioned earlier, it stunk. A lot.
Still, I allowed her to do what she intended. She came closer and carefully undid my bandages. There weren’t many injuries on my face, but there were a lot of bruises across my chest and back. My legs were in the same condition, bruised everywhere. If I hadn’t been so completely focused on the state of my dick, I would have noticed all of this earlier.
She leaned in near me, and her intoxicating scent flooded my nostrils, making me dizzy with how good she smelled. Once again, there wasn’t supposed to be soap in this timeline. Considering I was in what seemed like medieval times, how could she smell that good? Magic had to be at play, or some other factor I didn’t understand yet.
She applied the cream that completely blocked out her own fragrance. I smelled terrible, badly enough that even a homeless person wouldn’t have smelled like me.
But it was bearable. Once the paste was fully applied, a notification from the system appeared in front of me.
[A healing paste has been applied fully]
[Five points of HP have been restored]
[HP 9\10]
Immediately, I felt a lot better than before. There was still a slight ache, but it wasn’t much. The cream wouldn’t be effective any further, because if it had been, the system would have notified me again. It didn’t.
“Now we leave it for a few cycles, and it will be done,” Rayla said as she stood up and wiped her hands with a cloth.
I wanted to tell her there was no need to wait a few minutes, but that would only raise questions, and I wasn’t in the mood to answer them.
“In the meantime,” she continued, “I will finish preparing your bath.”
She left the room. Once again, I couldn’t feast my eyes on her ass because of that loose skirt.
Damn.
I returned my attention to my dick. Or rather, the lack of it.
It wasn’t even a micro dick. It was like a stub. Just the urethra and the glans were there. Nothing else. It wasn’t simply shrunken. It wasn’t just limp. It simply wasn’t there. My dick was reduced to that little bit of flesh and nothing more.
My depression levels were off the charts. What was the use of any of this if I couldn’t even have my dick? My holy rod. My pleasure machine. My baby maker.
But I wasn’t completely crushed. It was a long shot, yet it wasn’t the end of the world. I could still do something about it. There were millions of things in the shop, and of course some of them were for perverse uses. One of them could enlarge this micro stub of mine. I had only ever used the temporary ones before, but I was sure permanent options existed as well.
I forced myself to let go of the depressive thoughts and simply waited for Rayla to return. She didn’t take long this time either.
“Come on, sweetie, it is time for your bath,” she said.
I nodded and stood up without her help. She had been about to step forward, but when she saw me rise without much effort, she stayed by my side instead of assisting me. Still, she remained close and clearly ready to catch me if I needed it.
I was led to the bathroom. The house was actually very small, nothing like a shack, more like a modern four-member family house. The bathroom wasn’t large either.
It was built like a normal room with a square dug-out cavity on the far side that acted as a pool.
“Come on, let’s get you washed up,” she said.
Wait a minute… was she going to wash me herself?