Lu Yiyi's small hand held the soft, flaccid penis, rubbing and stroking it, but it showed no reaction. She pursed her lips and withdrew her hand.
"Hasn't it recovered yet?"
I didn't know how to explain it to her. It was a matter of male dignity—I couldn't just admit it outright—so I had to come up with an excuse: "The doctor said it'll take some time to recover. It hasn't been used in a long time, so it might be a bit slow. How about… you try using your mouth to see if that works?"
"My mouth?" Lu Yiyi looked at me hesitantly.
"You're my wife! This is your chance to shine. If you help me get it up, I'll be able to serve you better. It's good for both of us, right?"
My heart was racing, and I started talking nonsense. Lu Yiyi glanced at me sideways and suddenly couldn't help but laugh. "You're not… you know, are you?"
"What?"
"That thing… not working anymore, impotent." After saying this, Lu Yiyi covered her mouth and giggled.
"Nonsense! How could I be impotent? Who taught you to talk like that? I'm not playing with you anymore. Get out, get out!" I pulled her up from the bed and pushed her toward the door.
Lu Yiyi pressed her hands against the door, refusing to leave, and apologized repeatedly: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I was talking nonsense! I was wrong, I was wrong, okay?"
"Listen, Lu Yiyi, don't joke about things like this. I'm in recovery right now, and I'm easily scared. If you really scare me into impotence, you'll be a widow for life."
"Mm. I know, I know." Lu Yiyi nodded seriously, her expression grave, but after staring at me for a moment, she couldn't hold back her laughter.
I had no choice but to give up. This was really embarrassing.
I covered my face with my hands and shook my head with a sigh.
Lu Yiyi quickly tried to console me: "It's okay, it's okay. Even if you really can't do it, I won't look down on you." Great, today I've completely lost face in front of her.
I sat down on the edge of the bed with my legs spread wide, pointed between my legs, and said angrily, "Enough talk! Lick it!"
Lu Yiyi immediately put on the act of a bullied little wife, squatting in front of me and nodding. "Yes, yes, you're the boss. I can't mess with you." As she spoke, she reached out and pulled down my pants along with my underwear, revealing my little brother, limp as a soft snake.
Lu Yiyi looked up at me and suddenly flicked my little brother lightly with her finger. I yelped in pain and glared at her. "Are you crazy? That hurts!"
Lu Yiyi smirked darkly. "So arrogant and domineering usually, but now you're behaving, huh?" I didn't know how to retort, so I held back for a moment before snorting and laughing. "Fine, go ahead and gloat now. When it gets hard, you'll pay for it." Lu Yiyi reached out and cupped my scrotum, weighing it mockingly. "Then tell it to hurry up. I can't wait."
"Hey! Lu Yiyi, are you rebelling? Enough with the nonsense. Hurry up and lick it."
Lu Yiyi pouted at me, then leaned forward, burying her head between my legs. Her right hand held the limp shaft as she gently parted her lips and took the head into her mouth. Her big, watery eyes remained lifted, fixed on me the entire time.
I've had her suck me off many times before, but this was the first time I entered her little mouth while it was so soft and flaccid. The feeling was truly strange.
I looked down at her and asked without thinking, "How does it feel?" Lu Yiyi glanced up at me, her mouth wrapped around my cock, and mumbled, "It's disgusting."
"Disgusting?"
Lu Yiyi pulled her head back, frowned, and said, "It's already gross when it's hard, but when it's soft and floppy, it's even more disgusting."
Today, I was completely at her mercy. Fuming with anger, I pressed her little head down with my hand, forcing her back onto it, and said loudly, "Stop talking nonsense and start licking."
Lu Yiyi held the shaft, opened her mouth to take it in, then suddenly looked up and asked, "I've been licking for so long, why haven't you reacted at all?"
Her question made my face burn with embarrassment, and I quickly made an excuse: "That's because you're not licking seriously enough. You can't just hold it in your mouth stupidly—you need to use some technique."
Lu Yiyi pouted in dissatisfaction, took the cock back into her mouth, and began sucking and licking, occasionally flicking her tongue to tease the head and slit. She seemed to be using every trick in the book.
I focused my mind, imagining my energy sinking into my dantian, clenching my buttocks, and tightening my anus. My cock seemed to stir slightly, but it still felt weak and powerless, unable to stiffen or stand firm.
The more this happened, the more panicked I became. The cock, which had just begun to rise, went soft again.
After struggling for a long time with no results, Lu Yiyi finally lifted her head and looked at me with a pitiful expression, saying, "I did my best."
With a groan, I collapsed onto the bed.
Lu Yiyi probably sensed the seriousness of the situation and quickly lay down beside me, comforting me: "Don't worry, it might just be that your injury hasn't fully healed yet."
I turned to look at her and asked, "Then when will I get better?"
Lu Yiyi hesitated, stammering for a while before saying, "Well... we might need to consult a doctor."
"What if I never recover?"
"Don't say such discouraging things." Lu Yiyi gently stroked my cheek and whispered soothingly, "You'll definitely get better. You have to believe in yourself. Besides, medicine is so advanced now—any illness can be cured."
"Yeah," I could only console myself.
Lu Yiyi leaned close to my ear and whispered, "When you're better, you can really go at me." After saying this, her face flushed red, and she buried it in my chest.
Deeply moved, I thought of my own actions and couldn't help but feel guilty. Holding her shoulder, I said, "Yiyi, you're such a good girl. Meeting you is the greatest blessing of my life." Lu Yiyi buried her face in my chest and muttered, "So disgusting."
"What's disgusting?"
"What you said is disgusting."
"It's sweet talk."
"Coming from your mouth, it feels really awkward."
All I could think about now was whether I could recover. I didn't have the energy to argue with her.
I was truly grateful that she cared about my dignity, but if this went on for a while, it might be bearable. What if it lasted a lifetime? Wouldn't I really become a eunuch?
What would be the point of living then?
When I returned home in the evening, my mother was cooking in the kitchen. Hearing the door open, she peeked out and asked, "Where did you go? Why are you back so late?"
"I went out for a walk with Lu Yiyi," I replied casually before heading back to my bedroom. Lying on the bed, I pulled out my phone and started searching again.
I had already looked up a lot over the past few days—enough to practically qualify as half a urologist.
Based on my current situation, I figured it was likely caused by excessive anxiety, falling under the psychological category.
Originally, I had hoped Lu Yiyi could help stimulate me. Once my libido kicked in, things would naturally get better.
But unexpectedly, it didn't work at all.
Could it be that Lu Yiyi no longer stirs any primal urges in me?
Then who else could help?
The first person that came to mind was Mom, but there was no point even bringing it up. Anyone could guess it would be hopeless.
That left Beibei and Annuo.
Beibei?
Beibei… better not.
Annuo?
She would definitely agree to help me, and with her methods, she'd surely be able to stimulate my libido. Maybe it would even fix everything in one go.
But… asking her for help?
I'd rather stay impotent forever than lower my head to her.
Aside from that, the thing most likely to stimulate me was probably Mom's worn pantyhose. But if Mom found out, she'd definitely distance herself from me even more.
No! This is for my treatment, for my happiness in the second half of my life. Mom would understand!
During dinner, Mom noticed I was in low spirits and asked, "What's wrong again? You barely touched your food."
My mind was preoccupied with how to get my hands on Mom's worn pantyhose. There was no way I could tell her directly, and she probably wouldn't give them to me anyway. I made up an excuse: "My stomach's a bit upset."
"Is it indigestion? I have some digestive tablets in my room. Do you want to take a couple?"
"No need, it's not really a big deal."
After dinner, instead of going back to my room to study, I said I'd watch some TV in the living room and rest for a while. In reality, I was looking for an opportunity to sneak away Mom's worn pantyhose.
The sheer nude pantyhose Mom wore to work today would be perfect—evenly colored, naturally toned, with a faint, misty translucence, ultra-thin and transparent, looking incredibly smooth and delicate.
Ever since my injury, I hadn't deliberately paid attention to the pantyhose on Mom's legs. I used to avoid it on purpose, trying not to get stimulated, but now it was different—I needed more stimulation.
I wandered around the house but couldn't find a chance.
Where on earth did Mom keep her worn pantyhose?
After pacing for over half an hour, Mom finally couldn't take it anymore and asked, "What are you doing? Walking back and forth like that?"
"Mom, since you've finished eating, do you want to go for a walk downstairs?"
Mom glanced at me warily and asked, "What are you scheming now?"
"What schemes could I possibly have? I was just thinking you haven't gone dancing with Auntie Zhou in a long time."
"Whether I go dancing or not is none of your business, is it?"
Mom knew me too well. Even a casual remark could put her on alert.
Unable to find an opportunity, I was eventually chased back to my room to study and review.
I thought it over and felt it was a bit unreliable.
If all else failed, I might as well just confess to Mom.
But I couldn't bring myself to do it.
For some reason, I'd rather let Lu Yiyi know about this than have Mom find out.
Two more days passed in a daze, and there was still no sign of my little brother standing up. I grew increasingly anxious, feeling that this matter couldn't be delayed any longer.
After dinner that evening, my mom changed into workout clothes, likely planning to go out for some exercise.
I had been waiting for this opportunity for a long time. Earlier that day, my mom had worn a pair of thin, sheer, smooth, and delicate black pantyhose to work. After returning home, she had taken them off, and they should have been left in her bedroom.
Once my mom left, I made sure it was safe before quietly approaching her bedroom door.
Lately, my mom had been locking her bedroom door whenever she went out. Fortunately, I had honed my lock-picking skills since childhood.
I opened the door and slipped into her bedroom. The lingering fragrance in the room—my mom's scent—filled the air. It had been a long time since I'd done something like this, and the familiar mix of excitement, thrill, and nervousness washed over me.
I closed my eyes, savoring the moment briefly, then began searching the room. Luckily, the room wasn't large. Perhaps because she had locked the door, my mom felt secure enough to leave her changed clothes hanging on the clothes rack by the bed. Her bra, panties, and the pantyhose were all placed in the laundry basket beside the bed.
Eagerly, I picked up my mom's worn black pantyhose and brought them to my nose, taking a deep, greedy breath. The familiar scent made my whole body heat up, sending a tingling sensation from my back straight to the top of my head. I trembled with excitement.
I could feel a fire slowly igniting in my crotch, and my previously limp dick seemed to be gradually stirring to life.
Just then, the door opened. I jolted in shock and quickly turned around to see my mom standing at the doorway, looking utterly bewildered, while I stood there holding her worn pantyhose in my hands.
A moment later, my mom shouted angrily, "Ling Xiaodong, what are you doing?"
"Mom, please... let me explain," I stammered, my legs trembling with fear. The slight progress I had made with my dick instantly vanished.
...
Half an hour later, my mom sat on the living room sofa, her hand pressed against her forehead, looking utterly helpless. I had confessed everything, explaining the whole situation. After listening, my mom hesitated several times, wanting to say something but holding back, before finally sighing and saying, "The doctor has told you so many times—during the recovery phase, there might be some obstacles. You shouldn't let it get to you psychologically."
I paced back and forth in the living room, my mood agitated. "I know, and I don't want to feel this pressure either. But what man can be so broad-minded about something like this? Mom, you have to help me."
Perhaps misunderstanding what I meant, my mom frowned and said with a hint of disdain, "How am I supposed to help you?"
"I don't know either. I'm just so frustrated right now! Mom, what if I never recover? What am I going to do?"
After a moment of thought, my mom said, "Alright, tomorrow morning, I'll ask for half a day off from school for you, and I'll take you to see the doctor."
I asked foolishly, "Will the doctor be able to cure me?"
"How would I know? At least we have to go and see first."
"Oh..." I hung my head, looking as dejected as a frostbitten eggplant.
"Lift your head up. Act like a man," my mom scolded. "Are you really going to let something this small scare you like this?"
I said with a bitter smile, "I don't even know if I can still be considered a man now. If I'm really useless, what's the point of having courage anyway?"
Mom replied, torn between amusement and exasperation, "Is this all you think about day in and day out? Don't you have any other pursuits in life?"
"When you're well-fed and comfortable, lustful thoughts arise. Once you're full and content, you start thinking about reproducing and having children—it's just human instinct."
Mom scoffed, "Well, you still have the energy to crack jokes, so you're not completely broken yet."
"I'm pretty much broken already..."
I muttered under my breath and turned to head back to my room. Suddenly, Mom called out to stop me. I looked back and saw her open her mouth as if to say something, but then she hesitated and waved her hand dismissively. "Never mind, it's nothing. Go back to your room."
I wondered what Mom had wanted to tell me.
After thinking it over, it probably had something to do with stealing the pantyhose. She likely wanted to warn me, but given my current state, she probably found it hard to scold me.
...
Mom asked my homeroom teacher for a day off and took me to the hospital early the next morning. After the examination, the doctor said I was recovering well and hadn't developed any organic issues. It was just long-term anxiety and excessive psychological stress that had caused the problem.
Since I was still young, recovery wouldn't be difficult. As long as I relaxed, didn't overthink things, and exercised regularly, I'd get better soon.
Additionally, it was okay to engage in some appropriate sexual stimulation, but I shouldn't overindulge.
Before we left, the doctor prescribed some traditional Chinese medicine to help regulate my body.
I wasn't sure if the doctor was just trying to comfort me, but my paranoia was growing worse by the day.
On the way back, Mom held the steering wheel and glanced at me sideways. Seeing me slumped against the car window with my arms crossed, looking utterly listless, she asked, "Any thoughts?"
"Not really. Feels like the doctor said a lot without actually saying anything," I replied weakly.
"Cheer up a bit. How can you get better like this? Didn't the doctor say you need to relax and not stress?"
I shifted my position and sighed deeply. "You've said that so many times already. I don't want to stress, but the stress keeps finding me. What can I do?"
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