Swallow Hunting Chapter 7

I couldn’t keep leeching off Yohan forever, so I went back to the dorm. Even after that incident, I kept showing up to work like nothing had happened, jingling my fake charm at custors. Drinking, dancing, singing. And if things moved fast, sucking too.

But then a serious problem hit. A life-level dilemma I’d never faced even once before.

I was impotent.

Maybe what the kids in the waiting room had said jinxed , but my dick just wouldn’t stand up. More precisely, it would get firm for a second, but the mont I tried to put it in, it wilted right away. In the end, even when faced with plump tits and a honey-soaked swamp, it didn’t lift its head at all—just collapsed like a branch shriveled dry under the blazing sun.

This couldn’t be happening.

It felt like I’d lost everything. My dick not getting hard. Erectile dysfunction at this age. Last ti I’d sucked soone else off and shot just fine, and now it had gone straight to the other world. This wasn’t a small problem.

With things like this, I had no appetite either. I poked at a bowl of cold bean sprout soup. I couldn’t even get through half a bowl of rice, but sitting across from , Yohan was filming a mukbang. He polished off one stone pot and ordered another.

“Go see a doctor.”

Yohan suggested it, his face buried in his second bowl of soup. I lifted my head weakly to look at him, then let it drop again.

The day I realized sothing was seriously wrong with my dick, the first person I ran to was Yohan. I’d jumped him while he was sleeping snug under his blanket.

‘Hey, my dick won’t get hard!’

I’d shouted it so loud the whole room rang. Half-asleep, thinking a thief had broken in, Yohan grabbed the club by his pillow, then went “ah, fuck,” curling his nose as he spat out a familiar curse.

‘You wake soone up just to pull this shit?’

‘It won’t get hard, I’m telling you!’

‘So what!’

I clung to his arm while he snapped at , bawling that my life was over. At first Yohan kicked away, telling to fuck off, but after seeing curled up in the corner staging a full-on lodrama, he clicked his tongue.

‘It’s probably temporary.’

‘No, last night I went for a second round and my dick was completely dead. It wouldn’t get up at all. What’s wrong with ?’

Even now, thinking back, it was a huge shock. I’d been lucky enough to get picked by a client and go out for a second round, but the dick that should’ve been standing proud was just sinking there like a lump of iron. I secretly grabbed it, shook it, tried dirty fantasies, but my lower half never lifted its head.

I tried to satisfy her with my mouth and hands, but as if that would work. The mont the client realized my dick was dead, she hurled double curses at my face and kicked my ass out.

‘What am I supposed to live on now? How do I pay this month’s interest? What if those bastards co to take my kidney?’

Loan sharks who’d tear your belly open the second you were late a single won were always circling nearby. I’d never even spent that money myself, but they watched with fire in their eyes.

‘You writing a novel? You’ve fucked too much, that’s why it won’t work. Rest a few days and it’ll start working again.’

‘Really?’

‘But why do I have to wake up to this fucked-up story, Cha Haejun? You trying to make the start of my day shitty?’

At the word shitty, I flinched hard. It reminded of what that man had said. I shook my head violently, erased his afterimage, grabbed my throat as it went dry, then started digging myself into a hole again.

‘It’ll really be okay if I rest a few days, right?’

‘If it’s not, get surgery. These days they put a machine in there—press a button and boom, erection.’

‘Thanks for the comfort, you crazy bastard.......’

Yohan yawned long and burrowed back into his blankets, like he wasn’t listening anymore, stuffing in his bright red earplugs.

It had already been a few days since then, but my dick still hadn’t co to its senses. It was limp as a starved mutt. With a face heavy with worry, I just stirred the soup again.

In the anti, Yohan cleaned out his second bowl. He even eyed the rice I hadn’t finished. When I pushed it over, he scooped all the remaining rice into one spoon and stuffed it into his mouth. With a face pretty as an idol, the way he ate made him look like a farmhand finally given white rice.

“Know a good hospital?”

“There’s a place an older guy I know goes to. Run by so grandpa who’s half in the grave, but they say he’s good. Strong ds too.”

“Did it work for that guy?”

“Yeah. Says it’s standing tall morning and night.”

“Give the na.”

I couldn’t keep clinging to a dead dick and living miserably forever. I had to go to a hospital and at least get so ds. When I asked for an introduction, Yohan said “hold on,” scrolled through his phone, burped, then spoke.

“Here. Seum Urology.”

* * *

I’d never been to a urology clinic even once in my life. Sure, they treat all kinds of things, not just erection issues, but given the reason I was going, it was hard to take that first step.

Before going, I wanted to check one last ti. I went out to the living room, checked the empty dorm again and again, then went back into my room. I locked the door with a click and lay back on the bed.

When I opened the porn site I’d secretly saved, videos sorted by popularity popped up. I clicked the one with the highest views, watched a man and woman panting, and slid my hand into my pants.

Out of habit, I grabbed the stick and kneaded it, rubbed the head, fondled the sack. Normally I should’ve felt a signal by now, but it was just itchy—my dick still in larva mode.

Thinking the video might be too weak, I switched to sothing stronger. This one was rougher, more aggressive than intimate.

“Ha.......”

My clothes were uncomfortable, so I bit the hem of my shirt and stripped down my pants and underwear. I grabbed the dangling flesh and jerked it hard, but there was no response. Growing impatient, I clenched my ass, lifted my hips into the air and fucked the empty space. Even imagining a mature woman above , her huge breasts bouncing as she rode , my cock stayed calm, like an enlightened monk.

Shaking myself without any pleasure just made my arm ache and my dick sting. I pulled my hand away with a face like I was about to cry, straightened my clothes, and turned on my side. Staring at the wall, worrying, I felt sothing tickle—not down there, but in my mouth. It felt like fuzz stuck to the roof of my mouth.

I opened my mouth and stuck a finger in. The mont I scratched my palate with my index finger, sothing zinged deep in my belly and blood rushed downward. Startled, I opened my pants—and my cock had thickened.

But with my finger in my mouth.

“......This isn’t it.”

What had been shoved into my mouth that day—

“This isn’t it!”

I needed to go to the hospital. Go and reclaim my past glory. Go back to being Hajin, Lucid’s little darling who got showered with affection by the ladies.

I sprang up with determination. There was no ti to hesitate. I took a bus to the hospital. Pulling a cap low over my face, I walked boldly into a clinic with an incredibly straightforward na: .

“Welco. Is this your first visit?”

“......Y-yes.......”

My actions were bold, but my voice crawled straight into a mouse hole. Even though I was a worn-out rag with no sha left, it was hard to clearly announce my symptoms out loud at the desk. Seeing how suddenly timid I’d beco, the staff mber still handed the paper with professional politeness.

“Please fill this out. Check your symptoms.”

Blushing to the tips of my ears like so innocent country boy who’d never even seen a woman’s hand, I took the paper and sat down. I hunched over, shielding it with my hand, checking boxes quietly so no one would see. Maybe it was just my imagination, but the words ‘erectile dysfunction’ looked especially bold and dark.

After waiting anxiously, my turn finally ca. When I opened the door and went in, just like Yohan said, a white-haired old man in a lab coat greeted . Chuckling, he asked,

“When did the erection stop working?”

“Um...... it’s been a few days.”

“Not getting up at all? Dead even in the morning?”

He spoke casually, but maybe because of his age, it didn’t feel rude. Still, I was annoyed. If it worked in the morning, would I be here? I wiggled my fingers and nodded.

“Completely dead?”

“Not exactly. It’s just...... not working right.......”

“We’ll need to check. Do an exam.”

The nurse beside him handed an examination gown and ✪ Nоvеlіgһt ✪ (Official version) told to change. It looked like a skirt, but if you lifted the fabric at the back, everything inside was on full display—a seriously weird outfit.