Swallow Hunting - Chapter 7.2
“Is there a good clinic?”
“There’s a place a guy I know goes to. It’s run by an old man who’s about to die any day now, but they say it’s effective. The medicine is strong too.”
“Did that guy say he saw results?”
“Yeah. They say he gets rock hard morning and night.”
“Tell me the clinic name.”
I couldn’t live miserably clinging to a dead dick forever. I decided to go to a clinic and at least get some medicine, and asked Yohan for an introduction. Yohan said, “Just a sec,” fiddled with his phone, let out a small burp, and then spoke.
“Here it is. Seum Urology.”
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Hae-jun had never been to a urology clinic in his entire life. Of course, a urology clinic treats not just erection problems but various symptoms, but since the reason Hae-jun wanted to go was what it was, it was hard to take that first step.
He wanted to do one final check before going to the clinic. Hae-jun went out to the living room, looked around the empty dorm once more, then went back into his room. Then he locked the door with a click and lay comfortably on his bed.
He opened the secretly saved porn site, and videos sorted by popularity appeared. He clicked on the one with the highest view count, watched the panting man and woman, and put his hand into his pants.
Out of habit, he grabbed his shaft, rubbed it, massaged the glans, and fondled his balls. Usually around this point, a signal should come, but it just felt itchy and his dick was still in a larval state.
Thinking the video might be too mild, he switched to a stronger one. This time it was a video that was more aggressive than secretive.
“Hup…”
His clothes felt uncomfortable, so he put the hem of his top in his mouth and pulled down his pants and underwear. He grabbed his dangling flesh and jerked it, but there was no reaction. Impatient, he even clenched his buttocks and thrust his hips into the air. Even imagining a young woman with big bouncing breasts riding him from above, his dick remained as quiet as a wiped adult.
Shaking it without pleasure only made his arm sore and his dick hurt. Hae-jun pulled his hand away with a face on the verge of tears. He straightened his clothes and rolled over to lie on his side. He stared at the wall worriedly, then felt around with his hand, thinking it was strange that the tingling wasn’t below but at the opening of his mouth. It felt like there was something fuzzy stuck to his palate.
He opened his mouth and inserted his finger. The moment his index finger scratched his palate, a sharp pain shot through his insides and blood rushed down below. Surprised, he opened his pants and saw his genitalia had thickened.
But his finger was in his mouth.
“…This isn’t it.”
What was shoved in his mouth that day.
“This isn’t it!”
Let’s go to the clinic. Let’s go and reclaim the glory of the past. Let’s return to being Hae-jun, Lucid’s cute favorite who received all the noona’s affection.
Hae-jun resolutely pushed himself up from his spot. There was no time to hesitate. He took a bus and headed to the clinic. He entered the clinic named <Seum Urology>, a very intuitive name, with his cap pulled down low and with confident steps.
“Welcome. Is this your first visit?”
“…Y-yes…”
His actions were confident, but his voice crawled into a mouse hole. Even though he was a worn-out rag with nothing left to be ashamed of, it was difficult to clearly and loudly explain his symptoms to the receptionist. Seeing Hae-jun become suddenly timid, the employee extended a form with business-like kindness.
“Please fill this out. And check your symptoms.”
Hae-jun, blushing to the tips of his ears like an innocent country boy who had never even seen a woman’s hand, took the paper and sat down. As if afraid someone would see, he bowed his head deeply, covered the paper with his hand, and made small checks. Was it his imagination? Only the words ‘Erectile Dysfunction’ looked especially bold and dark.
After anxiously waiting his turn, it finally came. He opened the door and went in, and as Yohan had said, a white-haired old man in a white coat greeted Hae-jun. Chuckling, he questioned Hae-jun.
“Since when haven’t you been getting erections?”
“Um… It’s been a few days.”
“Does it not get hard at all? Is it dead in the mornings too?”
Even though he spoke bluntly, perhaps because of his age, it didn’t feel bad. But it was somewhat frustrating. If it had been healthy even in the mornings, would he have come here? Hae-jun fidgeted with his fingers and nodded.
“Is it completely dead?”
“It’s not that. It’s just… it doesn’t seem to work properly…”
“We’ll have to check. Get examined and then go.”
A nurse nearby handed him an examination gown, telling him to change. It looked somewhat like a skirt, but it was a strange outfit where if you lifted the cloth on the buttocks area, the inside was completely visible.
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